Project RADIO episode 025 for 103.2 Dublin City FM.
Aired on 08th Feb 2025

Tracklist :
1) After All - Luca Musto & lorie
2) White Ocean - David Hasert & Francesco Mami
3) Ingubo - Genii
4) Hmm Hmm Hmm - FEATHERED SUN
5) Golden Letters That Don't Return - Nyvs
6) Major Dendrocopos - Darper
7) The Orb (Mollono.Bass Remix Short) - Mollono.Bass & Stephan Zovsky
8) Fall Away - Armen Miran & Nicolas Rada
9) Ue V2.1 - Dole & Kom & Ueberdisco
10) Mara (GMJ & Matter Intro Mix) - Pole Folder
11) A Man's Story - Sezer Uysal
12) Trees (Butch Remix) - Tuvaband & Butch

Project RADIO : 025

New party anthem from the Bullies, back up in that ass. Check out the album. Support the real. Kick bitches in the britches and leave 'em in stitches. Aw yeah.

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OU Nasty

What's good peeps Here's a New Synth/Wave Track that's a Remake Cover of an Oldie but goodie from Billie Idol with my own spin on it,it's prod by me and the vocals are Prod-By me and my Boy Dj Dutch it's really good has a nice retro vibe to it 👌 As always all lyrics are mine and mixed mastered and performed by me Enjoy listening 🎶 and much love ❤️ XOXO

White Wedding Cover (Prod-By Scotty Evans)

[Chorus]
No please
(s-sh-shhh god loves you 
N-N-No one can save you now
M-M-My soul's just too far-gone
L-L-Let it burn
(l-L-let it burn)
[Chorus]
Welcome to hell, place where darkness breathes
The wrath of 
Death's forgotten son the world 
will burn
 
[Verse]
I can feel the ground trembling under my feet
Rains fallin' down, don't know if it's tears or blood
*Insane laughing*
Death is beautiful when I'm in a room with God
He's a supernatural show, world is his stage
A macabre mind in the walls of a cage
Surrounded by dirt under floors and decay
Clowns gather around and applaud this disgrace

[Verse 2]
Kiss Black Widow, Heaven awfully close
Guns and violence that I'm not meant to show
And so I wrote this rhyme on Death's flow
The DNA reconstructed of martyrs
God's soldiers who were slaughtered
Awaken the unforgotten, the castles of my carnage
Underground world unknown
A story in the making, foreseen by prophets
On a slab descended a phantom
Life after life, was that just a (hoax?)

[Chorus]
No please
(s-sh-shhh god loves you 
N-N-No one can save you now
M-M-My soul's just too far-gone
L-L-Let it burn
(l-L-let it burn)
[Chorus]
Welcome to hell, place where darkness breathes
The wrath of 
Death's forgotten son the world 
will burn


[Bridge]
My life's a horrorcore body bag
Just jumped a man in a luchador mask
Me, (do bad?) Sure, I go great
Dead things when I got my name on the tag
Focus on task, gonna get at a head
Thrown in the trash, (there's a rat in the bag)
When we get to the wall, should we be scared to crawl
With the trouble that (lies ahead?)
Easier said than done
Trap will get ya 'fore you see

[Verse 3]
She asks why my soul so dark
Wanna ride with the Grim Reap through the graveyard
Why do I feel paranoid
Close voices of the dead onboard
He said, ("What have you done?")
"Bro, I do this for fun"
All work stop when I hear the drums
Lucifer's calling, point where it begun
Run!, (run), (run) from the reaper
The deeper it gets, (O-h-h) gets creepier
The beads of my sweat, drips of tourete
Silver machine gun, slow up the beat
Up, up and away, on Saturn's spaceship
No one can save you but the moon

[Chorus]
No please
(s-sh-shhh god loves you 
N-N-No one can save you now
M-M-My soul's just too far-gone
L-L-Let it burn
(l-L-let it burn)
[Chorus]
Welcome to hell, place where darkness breathes
The wrath of 
Death's forgotten son the world 
will burn

Burn

Backbend

Wrapping around each other is a good idea at times, but not the foundation of a relationship. Preversion.

Too Close

[Intro]
L-Let me Let m-me me  s-sho-o  u-u
me show you w-w-why t-they why they 
 call "The Lord of Madness"
(let me show why im 
The Lord of Madness"!)

[Verse1]
Mindless beings detesting me, a sinister wretched beast,  
Live broadcasts spying Trauman's dreadful future unfold.  
Exiled soon—well, a fallen pariah, demanded by march of monstrous avatars,  
Crushed under relentless pressure, behavior undone in scraps.  
Unraveled wires of shattered thoughts,  
Hawth's grim warpath distorts communication's truth.  
Elusive, transient chemistry gone, clothing torn of retention, breaking under cursed alchemy.  
Strategies defensive collapsed, Jack's wrist snapped in yonder's haunted pact, shattered.  
Corruption in descent, deadlines loom as ash clouds consume,  
Diamonds pulverized upon forbidden departure.  
Losing blessings, cursed echoes following, terrifying shadows stalk the booth's last waits.  
Travel intertwined with slammed attitudes, a foundation of cursed unity.  
Choral cacophony, suggestions crumbled or turned into haunting ashes,  
Ghostly structures mocked in response, surrounded in sinister refrain.  
Paisy's shiver at analysis’s burden, professional curses echo,  
Fault-ridden hypotheses, CEOs driven by tormented lambs.  
Layers of deception instantaneously envelop.  
Fluid government rules freezing in fear as reality branches unfold.  
Claustrophobic air thickens, manipulation palpable,  
Bone chill profitable, humans driven mad by disbelief.  
Microscopic nightmares validated as shadows linger in eternal abyss.

[Chorus]
Let me show you why they call me "The Lord of Madness"
Let me show you
[Choir]
(Let me show you why they
 call me "The Lord of Madness")
(let me show why im The Lord of Madness"!)

[Verse2]
My visage haunts with whispers spectral in fog of chilling wrap,  
beneath shadows velvet lurking where watcher cast glances divisive.  
Time into chasm desolate echoes unravels - outcast, yet compel ascend.  
Mayhem conjuring as audience cruel chaos begs for embrace sinister control’s.  
Of decay sinful a dirge ghastly echoes secrets in verse hollowed,  
anguish cries reverberating corridors mind’s frayed stain your.  
Perception lines shattered under eyes infernal watchful sway,  
hysteria into twisting reason flickers flame dying like.  
Obsidian sky's rift reveals nails gleaming night’s,  
whispers sanctified as crumble into luring souls weary curses.  
Hurricanes beneath fomenting ideologies crumbling subterranean,  
phantoms of spectral thought reality’s fabric bounds straining.  
Forgotten chase chant curses solemn their decrees, weave despair’s shadowed into threads shroud,  
mazes enigmatic carve shell fragile world’s into scars.  
Pierce torment screams veil silence’s,  
ballet grotesque ruin logic’s of conscious abyss to drags.  
Darkness burgeons searing within, burden truth’s twists as own damnation in its,  
evading illusion redemption’s in eternal macabre danse ever.

Lord of Madness

Twisted One

THE COLLECTIVE TAPES: VOLUME ONE is an open vault.
Forty-eight raw cuts pulled straight from late nights, cold streets, half-finished notebooks, lost sessions, and moments that were never supposed to leave the hard drive. No polish. No filter. No rules.
This is everything — the highs, the lows, the anger, the hunger, the stories, the slips, the flexes, the pain, and the pressure of living and creating out the 6ix.
A full archive drop from THΞ CØLLECTIVE, powered by OXO Music.
Welcome to Volume One.
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Parental Advisory

no hands.m4a

go Dumb!! (prod 333synx)

I craft echoes from the abyss—sounds born of shattered minds and unspoken scars.
Psychologicalcore isn't just noise; it's the scream of silence unraveling, woven from trauma's threads, prophetic whispers, and the raw ache of existence.
No cheap thrills here. This horror lingers, thinks, bleeds into your thoughts, resurrecting buried memories as confessions set to rhythm.
I'm Tweak, the Twisted One. Emerging from the void with fresh drops that demand to be heard.
Join the unraveling. You're never truly alone in the madness..

I am Tweak.
And this is Psychologicalcore.
You are not alone.