Hard-hitting riffs and emotive melodies. Separation from Soul is a cathartic, reflective exploration of loss.

Separation from Soul

Snake's Valley

🎸 DEAD AIR — the NEW punk-rock nuclear detonation from Zakk Riffle x My Killbox.

An adrenaline-soaked, anti-authoritarian scream into the void of modern-day surveillance, silence, and state-sponsored coverups. This is not for the soft-spoken. This is the soundtrack of the ungovernable.

Built for rebels. Engineered by outlaws. Mixed to break the feed.

👁️‍🗨️ EPSTEIN DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF
Let’s be brutally honest: If you’re still clinging to the fairy tale, you’re the problem.
A billionaire child trafficker with decades of blackmail material, protected by elites, politicians, and the alphabet boys — just happened to off himself in a federal prison during a high-profile investigation… with no guards watching… cameras malfunctioning… cellmate removed… autopsy contradicting the official story… and no client list ever released?

Nah. Miss us with that.

“DEAD AIR” is not just a song — it’s feedback from the wiretap, buzz from the bug in your wall, the static you hear when truth gets jammed.
It’s what happens when you know too much, and still don’t shut up.

streaming everywhere: https://hypeddit.com/zakkrifflemykill...

🎤 CREDITS:

Vocals/Guitar/Engineer: Zakk Riffle
Drums/Destruction: My Killbox
Produced in secrecy. Mixed for war. Mastered for fallout.
Genre: Punk Rock / Alternative / Anti-Establishment Rock / Fuck-The-System Music

DEAD AIR

“Ego mortuus sum” (“I am dead”) marks a violent turning point on the album — a cry from the edge featuring the fierce vocal presence of Fredrik Keith Croona (Against I). Musically, it’s a collision of extremes: progressive structures twist through shifting time signatures before collapsing into relentless staccato grooves, while old-school death metal riffing forms the scorched earth on which the vocals roar.

The song was born in a moment of spiritual rupture — a place where faith felt hollow and rituals failed to heal. Lying on the metaphorical altar brought not peace, but anguish. The lyrics rage against sacred comfort, throwing brutal imagery into the light: Heaven reimagined as a “cesspool of saints”, sanctity as emptiness. It’s raw, it’s defiant — the sound of someone shouting into the void.

Yet amid the fury, a thread of hope weaves through. The chorus draws from Psalm 29: “Domine, clamavi ad te et sanasti me” — “O Lord, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.” Even at the height of spiritual collapse, the possibility of redemption remains — battered but not erased.

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EGO MORTUUS SUM

One final blink until life gets complete,
until God’s grace destroys my melting meat.
Fermenting in the cesspool of the saints,
I pass away through firmamental drains.

Until my wine starts clotting in my mouth
drowning I dive this quietude throughout.
Candles are lit along my road to death,
out of my mouth I inhale my own breath.

Domine, 
Clamavi ad te,
Et sanasti me,
Domine!

(O Lord, 
I have cried to thee, 
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord)

Until I leave my assets far behind
peeling my lifeblood off this mortal mind.
Let loose this fire, enkindle my distress,
let my soul sink in this subversive hex!

One final blink until life gets complete,
laying face-up over the altar sheet.
My facial features under gleaming stars
this fake subsistence one by one disbarks.

Horror Sacri

Ego Mortuus Sum

Submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #28 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO August 2025, the text prompt for the jam was simply "The Desert"

The first track of Mъdrъ / Mudru draft album

It's titled Part II but only about 5% is from before, to stay within the Jam's rules.

but if you -must- know, Part I is Release CCVI (#206) from December 2023 on DoDeka album twenty albums ago.
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/stutterin-bob-dropped-the-rocket-launcher

https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/sets/duodeka

Stutterin' Bob Dropped The Rocket Launcher Pt. II

'#2GLAM' is a pounding, electronic Dance-Pop track, with a dark and edgy atmosphere. Catchy female vocal hooks drive the theme of the track, which is rich in melodic synth riffs, big beats, and even bigger bass.

#2GLAM

The Endless
Groove Score

Sci-Fi influenced.

The Endless

Prima Donna

You were chasing fame from an early age
From the very first moment you stepped onto the stage
Child prodigy ego to match
But you’re treating people with contempt 

Can’t do that
Can’t do that

You made enemies not caring how they feel
Sacrificed agents when you got a better deal
Hired and fired backing groups just on a whim
You’re skating on thin ice 
Be prepared to fall in

Hope you can swim
Or else you’re going to drown
 
Earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

Yeah you sure have
Acting like a diva’s only going to end up in flames 

You became a victim of your own success
Took liberties drugs and drank to excess
Slowly lost touch with reality
Your daddy would have turned in his grave 
If he could see
Definitely

You’ve earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

The knives are out 
And I think you’re gonna find that it’s a shame

Not sure right now where you go from here
Noticed in your eyes an element of fear
You’re looking very nervous are you going to crack
Too late now for you to try to retract 

Watch your back
You became too hot to handle
You’ve burnt both ends of the candle
Acting like a diva has finally sparked off those flames
That’s what comes from chasing fame
Only yourself to blame

Lyrics by Bobby Lincoln

Prima Donna

Beast ( Bees Knees )

THE BUNKER

Vanished

Darkwave is my experimental music project built on the backbone of old-school metal riffs, with an outlook to a wide variety of musical scenes. Despite its intimate connections with progressive – and even thrash – metal, the musical dynamics I try to accomplish in Darkwave often deviates from the classical concept of the genre (e.g. the catching tempo generated by tight rhythmicity), and incorporates elements with significantly different tonal and emotional characteristics, ranging from thrash, power, doom or symphonic metal themes to electronic, classical or even jazz elements.

Such a diverse mixture of different styles is seldom intentional, but rather a mixture of instinctual and intentional elements reflecting the character of the composer and the impact of influences shaping the songwriting process. Balancing on the razor-sharp edge between these domains of human consciousness, I think it’s always revealing to indentify the composer’s primary influences to understand the core philosophy behind the final product. Despite their essential innervation with thrash metal, my main influences come from somewhere far beyond, from the distant realms of hard rock, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), and – in certain extent – from classical (or even gregorian) music. I see it as some kind of an evolutionary process: first it was the intensity, then the complexity of the music that grabbed my attention and put a significant emphasis on my way of looking at all things music. Regarding the metal frontrunners, the complexity of the Shermann-Denner duo’s guitarwork as well as the dark, monumental, epic atmosphere of Tony Iommi‘s musical skyscrapers clearly shaped my personal attitude to music. Still, the artistic genius of the late Jon Lord (who aimed at building bridges between “old” and “new”, traditional and modern) was that characteristical influence that put its almost deterministic mark on my musical taste and creations. I started to listen to bands that somehow unite various territories of the world of music: it felt amazing to listen to Mekong Delta’s Suite for Group and Orchestra or the jazz-metal fusions by Atheist until the point that I could finally identify a third essential element besides intensity and complexity: the gloomy, epic, emotional (sometimes sad) and monumental atmosphere: something that I could find so often not only in music, but also in my favorite books and poems. And this is that exact point, where the intentional and instinctual motifs become somewhat indistinguishable from each other, and form a distinct entity of thoughts, feelings, desires and aims that might be characterized as my personal attitude to music, art – and in general, life.

It’s not that hard to grip the essence of that attitude. I tend to agree with G. K. Chesterton‘s paradoxical jeremiad from 1905 on the loss of universals (“…we are more and more to discuss details in art, politics, literature… Everything matters — except everything.“) and accept that it’s always the core philosophy behind art (or “everything“…) that we must understand, if we ever want to grab the creator’s personality that is mirrored in the final product. The secondary details in composition, performance or production are merely consequences of this primary attitude or basic approach behind the creative process. My primary aim with Darkwave has always been (and will ever be) nothing else but to formulate, express and transmit feelings and thoughts without words, while constantly realizing that there exists nothing more suitable to facilitate this communication between human souls than music itself.

“When words fail, music speaks.”

Ego Mortuus Sum

Darkwave

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