25/12/2018 / Punk

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to considerable portion of you all!

God rest ye merry, antichrist
Let nothing in your way
The church of Christ, nefarious
Has stolen Christmas Day
To save our souls from lust and greed
That they then consummate
Oh liars, so corrupt and cold
Corrupt and cold
Oh liars, so corrupt and cold

The Vatican at seven hills
Brings refuge to the priests
The clergy there works fervently
To obfuscate their needs
They violate the innocents
And on their pain they feast
Oh liars, so corrupt and cold
Corrupt and cold
Liars, so corrupt and cold

They are themselves the antichrist
Observe their sinful deeds
Their golden garb, a sovereign throne
Carries the Holy See
They feast on chestnuts to this day
Crusader's piety
Oh liars, so corrupt and cold
Corrupt and cold
Liars, so corrupt and cold

25/09/2018 / Punk

This was MEANT to be a 1-Hour-Song challenge, but I just ran out of time to put the recorded vocals onto the playlist. And when I did, technical issues ensued. So this one's 80 minutes. Weird. Also, yay coffee.

Black gold, black gold
Ancient stories that were told
The bean, the seed
A blackened vista to behold

Black gold, black gold
I do not fear getting old
The bean, the seed
This will keep me spry and bold
Infuse me
Wake me up
I've got to have my cup
Sandman down
My will to live's been found

I've been without
Not one step further
I'll hit the ground
This feels like murder

23/09/2018 / Punk

Definitely the dumbest 1-Hour-Song Challenge result so far, and that's saying something after the excessively silly DRINK (MY NAME IS PEAT) and GIVE ME GRAIN. Again I took a timelapse for the music video.

I set up the song structure first, like before. I over-scoped a little by adding prechorus sections though, and with the longer intro and some technical difficulties with Edison, I only had 6 minutes for writing and recording the vocals. I was forced to repeat the verse rather than write a second set of lyrics, and could not do any vocal harmonies I was hoping to do. Whoopsie.

Applejuice is what I want
Applejuice is what I need
Applejuice my sweetest friend
I cannot pretend

Now give me my sweet
From the holy apple tree
Everybody drink with me

I'm gonna have me some applejuice
I don't want your stinking booze
I'm gonna drink me some applejuice
Applejuice will tell me the truth

21/09/2018 / Punk

After making DRINK (MY NAME IS PEAT), I had a second go at the 1-Hour-Song challenge and I stayed on theme for this one too. This one also has a 1 hour timelapse for a music video.

Can't I just have one?
I'm just having fun
I told you I'm no nun
I've barely just begun

Give me grain, make it rain
I'm insane, I can't refrain
Give me hops, no don't stop
I'll just double up until I drop

Can't I have some more
I wonder what's in store
Tomorrow I'll be sore
I swear I just had four

19/09/2018 / Punk

I decided to write and record a song within one hour. I have no means of recording myself doing it, so I took a time lapse video of my desktop instead, which will have to serve as a music video.

I started by laying down a standard song structure and putting down sequenced drums. Then I began riffing away and recorded the nicer bits. All simple drop D power chords. After that came the bass, which was just my guitar's low E string tuned down an octave, and it follows the riffs. I think I had a little over 15 minutes left when I started writing and recording the lyrics. The song neither has an intro nor an ending. I simply ran out of time and the temporary intro I recorded didn't really suit the rest of the song. Looking back, I also wish I would've taken a few minutes to throw in some drum fills.

Hello my name is peat
I'm smoky and I'm neat
I'll make you feel real nice
Tomorrow's a surprise
Hello my name is peat
I'm smoky and I'm neat
I am your only friend
From now until the end

Drink, drink
Everybody drink
Got no time to think
I'm on the brink
Drink, drink
Everybody drink
This boat's going down
I'm gonna sink

Hello my name is peat
This is the toilet seat
You've got a problem, mate
Let's have another eight

20/06/2018 / Country
3:30 / 320kbit / 8.02MB

Anniversary #5. Learning guitar, recording country music, remembering my long lost friend.

We live in a digital age
I can tell you, I know this well
You probably noticed that by this stage
I am inclined, I tend to dwell

History carries great weight
A crushing force, that-held me down
But listen 'fore it's too late
Five years on, this is what I've found

Just keep on running
And you'll go a long ways
There's much more to running
Than walking in the first place

My forklift became my toe-truck
Now I can only count to nine
But I got out after I got stuck
And I do believe I'm feeling fine

My forklift became my toe-truck
I walk in circles most the day
While it feels like a ton of tough luck
I run on in glory anyway

Can't buy boots at the store no more
While I ain't fancy, I have them made
I stumble around til I am sore
But in the wake of it all, I ain't afraid


22/11/2017 / Electronic
4:03 / 320kbit / 9.27MB

This ain't sacrilege.

14/10/2017 / Electronic
3:23 / 320kbit / 5.37MB

Take care.

20/06/2017 / Electronic
2:16 / 320kbit / 5.20MB

Time passes quickly. As this is published, it is exactly four years since something heavy rolled on top of me and decided to stay there for a while. As before, this warrants a memorial.

I've got no toe
I've got no to, yo
I've got no toe
I've got no toe, yo bro

I've still got nine other motherfuckers
I've still got nine swine


20/06/2016 / Electronic
3:24 / 320kbit / 7.80MB

Three years! Can you believe it? Neither can I, so I had Phoebe Anne Taylor do the heavy lifting (i.e. lyrics and vocals) for this one.

(Left, left, so tell me what you're packing left
So tell me what you're packing left right left)

Nausea in waves overcoming me
But it's hard to believe those things you can't see
Weeks spinning in and out of surgery
Spending your days in physiotherapy
Pulling it together like embroidery
You say there's just air where your toe should be
All those empty words of sympathy
Keep coming back to you as perfunctory
Having awkward conversations casually
Choking on the words caustically
I'm walking and stumbling and falling too hard
But now I feel I'm flogging een dood paard

Three years of waking up with no relief
Custom crutches and shoes, alsjeblieft
You always seemed unstoppable, a roguish thief
But your foot was your downfall, the Dutch Achilles
(Left, left, so tell me what you're packing left
So tell me what you're packing left right left ...)

Long John Silver lost his leg under the immortal Hawke
And you just lost your footing dancing with that hated fork
Lift up those spirits and chill the fuck out
Folks ain't got a clue what they're talking about
Things don't happen for a reason just to make a brand new start
So to all you people saying we're sum total of our parts
Shut the fuck up, I don't think I'm being unkind
We are just the product of the things we've left behind
So if this little piggy went to market
And this little piggy stayed home
And two little piggies shared roast beef
Where in fuck did the other piggy go?

(So tell me what you're packing left
So tell me what you're packing left, right, left ...)


20/06/2015 / Electronic
2:20 / 320kbit / 5.37MB

Time passes quickly. As this is published, it is exactly two years since something heavy rolled on top of me and decided to stay there for a while. As before, this warrants a memorial.

I lost my toe
My toe is gone
I am alone
Alone for so long

I have no friends
No one likes me
I have a plan
One day you'll see

That I will destroy
Those who oppose
Those who speak ill
And those with ten toes


23/11/2014 / House
5:14 / 320kbit / 12.0MB
It's better when things are faster and happier.
20/06/2014 / Electronic
3:03 / 320kbit / 4.19MB

Almost exactly one year ago I suffered some trauma which left me in a permanently reduced state. Here's a song to celebrate my reduction! Here's a song to drown out the silence as we remember what we lost.

I'm not the man I used to be
What once was ten is now three times three
I've been reduced to clumsy shoes
And though I move slowly, I'm still on the move
06/03/2014 / Happy Hakkûh
4:33 / 320kbit / 10.4MB

This is a song about a man named Rron--or rather, for a man named Rron. Keep on Rrocking, Rron!


08/02/2013 / Electronic
3:50 / 320kbit / 8.79MB

For this one I require webcam footage of people enjoying this song in any way they want. Feed me your moves, and I will shit out a suitable montage. Go go go!

03/02/2013 / Electronic
4:53 / 320kbit / 11.2MB

Don't knock it until you've tried it.


17/11/2012 / Electronic
4:27 / 320kbit / 10.2MB

The passionfist frolicks freely, elbow deep, in its native habitat.

13/11/2012 / House
3:47 / 320kbit / 8.68MB

The full title of the song is: POOBOT DOES NOT KNOW THESE FEELINGS OF LOVE. The addendum is: POOBOT KNOWS ONLY POO.

26/10/2012 / Rave
3:12 / 320kbit / 7.32MB

Natural Selection 2 is going to be released October 31st, so I decided to release this merry little track in honour of that fact, dedicated to the folks at Unknown Worlds Entertainment. It is made entirely with sounds from the original Natural Selection. Game on!

26/09/2012 / House
3:18 / 320kbit / 7.58MB

Thenyou'll likes electronic music, but he told me "I'm also not a big fan of vocals in electronic songs." So I went and sang for him.

Daniel, Daniel
Sphincter king spectacular
Daniel, Daniel
Does it with a spatula

Daniel, Daniel
Wears a purple pirate's hat
Daniel, Daniel
Discards the flesh and eats the fat

Oh dear.

18/08/2012 / Electronic/Rock
5:28 / 320kbit / 12.5MB

Going back to something that I started long ago once again. Apparently this is a phase in which to complete the overdue.

12/08/2012 / Electronic
6:45 / 320kbit / 15.4MB

In the works since 2007, this one required some long overdue finishing touches. Thanks to Adge - my own personal Leper King - for the title.

02/06/2012 / Electronic
3:18 / 320kbit / 7.55MB

A happy little powerhouse. After all, why not?

07/05/2012 / House
5:29 / 320kbit / 12.5MB

Sickly sweet and overjoyously overjoyful. Chips, bells, and attempting to build up a wall-of-sound in places. Hurrah as well as huzzah.

24/01/2012 / Electronic/Rock
3:10 / 320kbit / 7.28MB

Electro-rock from the very cleft of humanity. I'm sorry, I really have nothing to say at this time.


24/12/2011 / Freakin' Christmas
2:53 / 320kbit / 6.78MB

What? Don't look at me like that. The season warrants it. Also, I was going to make a video to go along with this, but then I came to the conclusion that I had A.) no idea what kind of video to make, and B.) certainly not enough time to do so. So just imagine a credits roll and season's greetings during the lengthy fade-out at the end.

12/11/2011 / Electronic
2:26 / 320kbit / 5.74MB

We need moar cute. Hence, thus, etc...

22/10/2011 / Gabber
5:54 / 320kbit / 13.50MB

How about some 90's? Shave your head, grab your track suit, and here we go again.

16/01/2011 / House
4:27 / 192kbit / 6.12MB

The full title of the song is: Q. Why Did the Suave, Oblivious Chicken-Man Hybrid Cross the Road? A. To Defeat the Vending Machine. Some questions in life shouldn't be answered... Or even asked, for that matter.


06/03/2010 / Electronic
7:36 / 192kbit / 10.70MB

Somehow, though there are no evident similarities, Between The Buried And Me inspired this song. Funny how that works.

27/02/2010 / Electronic
4:31 / 192kbit / 6.36MB

Squishy Squelchy Gas Pass Errors... we've all had them. Some might go so far as to say that they occasionally occur. They provide those who make said error with a sense of urgency. Running up and down staircases to find a bathroom, or even just a closet that just happens to be packed with spare pants; a safe haven where one can recuperate and re-dress.

All that aside, I made a song.

20/02/2010 / House
3:31 / 192kbit / 4.96MB

The full title of the song is: My Knapsack o' White Privilege (A 2010 Crapz0r)

The Crapz0r emerges from a long forgotten past. Happy and with pianos, like it has always been.


28/12/2009 / Electronic
5:36 / 192kbit / 7.70MB

It happens. You learn to live with it.

14/10/2009 / House
5:25 / 192kbit / 7.45MB

Jetzt geht's los! ... you'll have to imagine the frantic glowsticking yourself.

26/09/2009 / Electronic
7:12 / 192kbit / 9.89MB

After six years Synthetic Pathetic has had a small overhaul, retaining much of its original form but with a slightly better edge to it. Hooray!

13/06/2009 / Electronic
4:12 / 192kbit / 5.76MB

"...then, and only then, does the royal king's court bloom, yielding its blossoms to the stars' watchful gaze, roots pulling gently from the fertile ground below, and as the raindrops land onto bud and leaf and grass, he steps out and he dances."

11/04/2009 / House
3:25 / 192kbit / 4.70MB

This are the sounds you hear when you fly in your dreams.

09/03/2009 / Electronic
2:10 / 192kbit / 2.98MB

This is a poem that Phoebe Taylor gave me at the same time as Innocense, and I figured that sticking beats underneath it would be a nice gift. Happy birthday!


16/11/2008 / Electronic
2:30 / 192kbit / 2.74MB

Phoebe Taylor gave me a recording of her poem Innocense and I had to go and throw fake instruments at it. The result is a lot more vocals than usual, and that's a good thing.

24/08/2008 / Electronic
1:58 / 192kbit / 2.70MB

Hearken to its wail. Give heed to the baying beneath the black waves. Merriment ensues.

12/05/2008 / Electronic
2:56 / 192kbit / 4.03MB

The full title of the song is: Sputnik 3's Failure To Record The Van Allen Radiation Belts, Its Lethargic And Uncaring Response To Said Failure, And Subsequently Its Nearly Two Years Of Indifferent Yet Merry Orbit.

Yup, it's the song that everyone has been waiting - nay - pining for: the wacky tale of that gosh-darned Sputnik 3's bogus adventure, which lasted from 1958 to 1960, expressed through instrumental merriment.

23/03/2008 / Electronic
3:40 / 192kbit / 5.03MB

Slow pace, loud bass. I suppose it borders on hip-hop here and there, but I think I avoided the whole getting jiggy with it thing. This one came together pretty quickly, and while I doubt it shows up noticeably in the song, it is a product of having watched the movie Across The Universe. The title is of course a reference to Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. (Which I've always thought to be a cool name - my history of playing MUDs showing, perhaps.) but is not a comment on the artist in question - I am not all that familiar with his music.

13/02/2008 / Electronic
4:52 / 192kbit / 6.70MB

This one has been in the making for quite some time, and when it was finished I forgot all about it for a few months. I guess a whoops! is in order. While working on it, the wall-of-sound that the roaring (fake) guitars put forth reminded me of Weezer's Devotion, and as a result I quite liked the sound.


06/10/2007 / Industrial
4:48s / 192kbit / 6.59MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

25/09/2007 / Electronic
6:37 / 192kbit / 9.10MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

26/08/2007 / Electronic/Rock
2:19 / 192kbit / 3.18MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

08/07/2007 / Industrial
3:01 / 192kbit / 4.16MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

18/02/2007 / Industrial
2:27 / 192kbit / 3.37MB

Another episode in the never ending quest to combine roaring guitars - even if they are merely digital replacements for the real thing - along with rock and metal rhythms with electronicity. Whether it really classifies as industrial I don't quite know, but but I generally settle for the term when I mix said genres. Though it's a short one, I was quite satisfied with how it turned out. As digital as it is, it really does rawk.


29/07/2006 / House
6:27 / 192kbit / 8.86MB

This track was - and still is - to be the first installment of a set of house tracks named Fat Girl Stretch Pants, though as of yet it is the only one that I deemed decent and/or complete enough to release. Who knows, maybe one day it'll be joined by a couple of siblings.

26/05/2006 / Electronic
5:9s/ VAR 160kbit / 6.67MB

I covered this song, originally written and performed by Phoebe Taylor, as a birthday present to her. I have the original available for download (3m44s / 128kbit / 3.41MB) as well, with her permission, so it is possible to to check them both out and (hopefully) enjoy the stark contrast between her gentle, atmospheric piano instrumental against my synthetic attempt at electrification. As a rule, I avoid remaining true to the sound of the original song when I make a cover.

There are very few songs I have made that were as difficult to put together as this one, as I covered it completely by ear, but then there are very few songs that - in the end - were as gratifying as Dead White Rose.


24/12/2005 / Electronic
3:42 / 128kbit / 3.39MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

15/06/2005 / Electronic/Orchestra
3:17 / 128kbit / 3.01MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.


27/11/2004 / Electronic/Orchestra
2:27 / 192kbit / 3.37MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

11/09/2004 / Electronic
8:06 / 128kbit / 7.42MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

15/07/2004 / Electronic/Industrial
2:31 / 128kbit / 2.31MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

08/07/2004 / Electronic/Industrial
3:05 / 128kbit / 2.82MB

The full title of the song is:The Adult Bile Sock Will Eat You When You Sleep.

28/06/2004 / Electronic
3:58 / 128kbit / 3.63MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

17/06/2004 / Electronic
3:33 / 128kbit / 3.26MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.


20/08/2003 / House
4:49 / 128kbit / 4.41MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.

20/08/2003 / Electronic/Lounge
5:38 / 128kbit / 5.16MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.


15/03/2002 / Electronic
4:43 / 128kbit / 4.32MB

Alas, no description or anecdote or whatever.


27/12/2000 / Electronic
5:52 / 96kbit / 4.03MB

This was actually made and finished a while before the date mentioned, which is the actual date I rendered it to MP3 on a PC. I made this using OctaMED on an Amiga 1200, in full 4 track, 8 bit glory.

26/12/2000 / Electronic
5:02 / 96kbit / 3.45MB

This was actually made and finished a while before the date mentioned, which is the actual date I rendered it to MP3 on a PC. I made this using OctaMED on an Amiga 1200, in full 4 track, 8 bit glory.

31/03/2000 / Electronic
6:07 / 96kbit / 4.20MB

This was actually made and finished a while before the date mentioned, which is the actual date I rendered it to MP3 on a PC. I made this using OctaMED on an Amiga 1200, in full 4 track, 8 bit glory.