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My first complete track of 2020. I used to think that my contribution to healing the world could be attained by violently grabbing it around the throat and screaming, "EVOLVE, DAMMIT!!". When that failed, I considered the possibility: maybe I simply have nothing to bring to the table. A much older, uglier me is hoping, now, that I can offer this tiny chunk of positivity into your day. I'm not naive enough to ask that the world become a better place as my reward. It's sole intent is to resonate with that dark place housing our collected fear, anger and frustration, become a collaborative part of the light, struggling for a focal point across all of humanity, and assist, in however minuscule a way, with the journey toward the end of the tunnel when, ultimately, it has been illuminated. If I fail, it's ok. I'm probably just gonna try again anyway. This is "surmountable". All the love, Christopher​

The bulk of my songs are, basically, part of an ongoing journal, but this one, more than most, is me. It's my musical avatar. I feel it's spirit, when I'm playing it (or even just listening), participating along with me, a crucial element, physically independent in will, but perfectly aligned with mine, and completely uninhibited, oblivious to the mundane world. The closest I can come to dipping my toe into the 4th dimension, for now.

A gonzo drum&bass/jungle/bizarro outer space adventure in the style of a 1930's/1940's Saturday matinee cliffhanger serial.

Cosmic Obscurity & The Irresolute Singularity (instr.) by ChrisWyble(wz3d)

Musically, this is my favorite DDD track. I needed the instrumental to convey the soundtrack for a chaotic, dark, interdimensional, Lovecraftian, madman, hellbent on either conquering or collapsing the universe, so that the lyrics would fit with real conviction and not just bounce across like some silly kid fantasy shit. The "characters" in this song are the real wz3d & Sputnik. You lose interest when the subject matter isn't based in reality? I used to futilely sympathize with the misery of existence in a mundane reality as bland and boxed in as yours. These days, I'd rather just sneak up, every so often, and yank you out of it, for a quick, terrifying glimpse of what you've been conditioned to ignore.

An extended-middle-finger anthem that starts out poking fun at those fun-loving, Funeral Goths, gleefully exploring the idea to deliberately face life with a completely negative, unironically cynical, outlook, or, at least, portray a character persona matching that outlook , chiefly expressed through fashion and a mirror-practiced attitude. Lyricaly: It's judgmental, pun-filled, obnoxious, shout-along, snot rockets, written over the course of an evening, by myself, Sputnik the Frey and James "Lusicous J", the 3rd original member of DDD. It's a playground insult laden, flick of the nuts at the ultra cynical, deliberately depressed, funeral goth types, and mainly, a reference dense mish-mash of in-jokes and absurdities, each fired off as rapidly as possible, with the intention of making the other 2 laugh. Originally and for live shows, all the dialogue segments were periodically changed to include lines from: The Lost Boys, Demons (primarily Tony The Pimp, arguably the most badass horror movie character to date), Something Wicked This Way Comes, Return Of The Living Dead, etc. For the album version, all the movie dialogue was scrapped & replaced with a character that Frey voiced on the Poxyclypse Digital Pentagram podcast, named General Archibald CockStrong, but reborn a redneck vampire hunter. Musically: the beat was meant to pulse in a similar way to John Carpenter's score for Big Trouble In Little China, BUT re-imagined as a blaxploitation film.

I have a special place in my heart for chants and storytelling and songs that don't necessarily come across as songs. I was obsessed with the undead/zombie films of the 70's and 80's. George Romero's epics, Dan O'Bannon's hilarious but ultra-hopeless, Return Of The Living Dead, the countless Italian films that transformed what Romero started into an entire sub-genre... even through to the early 2000's with 28 Days Later, the brilliantly funny Chinese film, Biozombie and Edgar Wright's Sean Of The Dead. I t was right after that when the subgenre boomed again and my interest dwindled. The newer entries showed a shift in focus, from the futility of struggling to escape the apocalypse, regardless of preperations, over to survivalist fantasies of taking advantage and finding ways to thrive... Dancing on the grave of the world. It became less and less about the elements that so captivated me in my youth and more, just an unintentional mirror of the doomed, self-congratulatory separatist climate the world has already willingly become, the undead hordes serving as the surrogate "other", constantly shambling the perimeter of our safety in search of weaknesses to infiltrate. Boring propaganda sponsored by pandering politicians who have perfected the extortion racket into a worldwide industry. This is the story of the last few people on Earth as they contemplate the possibility that they, themselves, may not make it any further from the place they've "escaped" to. It's about the desolation in knowing that the rules of reality just became irrelevant one day and the dominant species, YOUR own species, turned on itself with the intention of mass auto-genocide. ***HEADPHONES RECOMMENDED*** In one channel, there's a low, dour narrarator's voice, representing the weariness and pessimism of a lone survivor who's repeated the tale nightly and is simply waiting for his turn at this point. In the other channel, there's a megaphone amplified, yelling and desperate voice, obviously the same narrarator, but from the earlier days of the breakout, when there still existed some form of hope for survival. As the song progresses, the two slowly switch sides and prominence until eventually, the desperate voice is buried under the hopeless.

The beat's way on some John Carpenter, toughguy, Duke Of New York, chandeliers for headlights, badass shit. The lyrics volley between me & my brother's crass version of battle rapping, shit talking nonsense and downright blasphemy, with a middle finger waving obnoxiously at the entire universe, in genereral (and sometimes, specifically).

You can stand your ground in the storm. Plant your feet, curse the relentless rain, shake your fists at the heavens... prove your point. One day, it just stops making sense to continue the needless torture and besides, anyone who would've cared that you stuck it out so long will have already moved on like they said they would in the first place, prompting your heroic little display of self-torture. Just walk back inside. I know that voice that's been keeping you out there this long and I know it's trying to convince you that allowing yourself to drown on land is the last profound display of your intent and the only sure-fire way to win that missing piece of your heart back... That voice never wants you to discover that missing piece was in your pocket all along... in a dry pair of pants.

When Frey & I moved to New Orleans, we kept wanting to perform NoTitleEpic but it felt weird without Couzin Lyricz and maybe even a little MORE weird that we really wanted to keep the lyricz he wrote in the verses, while rewriting the choruses. It came through really awkward against the original instrumental, so the universe put me into a waking blackout while I bobbed this beat out of the heart of Goblin's amazing, "Killer On A Train" track, from the Non Ho Sonno (Sleepless, 2001) soundtrack. Needless to say, the tension & momentum made it one of my favorite songs to perform live. Sadly, we never recorded that version. Dat BEAT, doh... I don't own the rights to Maestro Claudio Simonetti's work. I've never sought to make money from it or steer any potential new listeners in any direction other than straight to Goblin. I just love that Goblin album, in particular, and I'm proud of how tough this shit bangs while it throws me around the room.

Couzin Lyricz (Scorn'd Bros.) delivering a full on panic attack over my anxiety ridden, Terminator meltdown, glitched out beat. That chorus is a thick slab of angelic layering that I will be proud of wrestling out of what SHOULD have been an audible mudhole, till the day I die. It's gigantic.

The original track that eventually became the rap version on "Mostly Harmless".

Hapexamendios by ChrisWyble(wz3d)

From the first life on Earth, to the oldest ancestors of man and our unlikely survival, to our dominance and meteoric technological rise but failure to expand beyond Earth, tidal wave of overpopulation, our unsustainable social systems, our greatest achievements, our heroic efforts, our lowest lows and our eventual decline, leaving behind only limited and biased information, in the enlightened truth seekers of artificial intelligence.

remake/cover of Fabio Frizzi's classic theme from the 1979 Lucio Fulci film, Zombie (or Zombie 2, or Zombie Flesheaters, orThe Dead Walk Among Us, or Woodoo, or Island Of The Living Dead, orNightmare Island, or Sanguella, or L'Enfer de Zombies, or Gli Ultimi Zombi... depending on where in the world you saw it.). This was done completely by ear on the MTV Music Generator for PS1.

Listen with headphones in the dark and the track will gladly describe itself to you without my help.

...and... they... go... Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down, Down... and they're reaching for safety, that does not exist, cause they wish that they all could just drown.

"Box" was the psychotic protector robot living under the city and collecting runners as food in the movie, Logan's Run. My brother always called him Box-Box for some reason. This monologue has nothing to do with that robot, but instead, a much less effective one, from the Italian film, War Of The Planets. The music was all programmed by me, using the MTV Music Generator disc for PS1, as was most of the DoomsDayDevice music.

He likes to do things his way. He likes putting holes in walls. He likes to drink on Sunday. He hates those Sunday laws. He won't back down like you would... always going out with a BANG! He'd burn down the world if he could, and live on Tattooine. He don't hate the world, he just don't like being to clean...

A redneck lovesong about some poor schmuck (not me, dammit) who would do anything imaginable for the girl he loves... Only problem is, his imagination might have a couple holes in it.

Lyrical Black Belt Theater (inspired by: a lifetime of Shaw Brothers classics, Wu-Tang Clan and Big Trouble In Little China)

instrumental version of the intro to the Mostly Harmless album, "DoomsDay Manifesto". Screaming theremin, red-alert bass throbs, a slinky funk bass, soaring strings... the soundtrack to the funnest apocalypse ever!

"Limelighters feat. Camp Lo" from the Aesop Rock album, Bazooka Tooth remix by Chris Wyble (wz3d) using homemade beats, glitched out and reversed samples from several different recordings of Indian Classical Music. I do not own the rights to the original version of this song, have never sought to monetize it and it is intended only as a tribute to the artist.

A song about fucking. There. I said it. "The howl of the devil" is the sound of the perfect lover who can destroy me with her voice alone. Big, splashy playstation 1 drums pounding out a caveman beat against my slightly overdriven acoustic while I scream my stupid lungs out. The ending section is one of my favorite parts of any song i've ever recorded. Dialogue is from "War Of The Planets", one of my top bad Italian movies of all time.

The beat is "Bigger Than Hip Hop" by Dead Prez. DJ Tony Scratchere slipped that in on us in rehearsals and it fit perfect against the song. We later did a remix the combined this beat with the melodies in the original "The Doomsday Device" track from the "EndOfTheBeginningOfTheEnd" album.

It's the biggest machete, with the dullest blade, and it can't chop back those weeds that you made.

written,directed&produced by Staximillion Sputnik The Frey (Jeremy Frey), my little brother and partner-in-crime. *co-creator & co-conspirator at DoomsDayDevice. * Initially, all the music was stuff I'd been working on and he handled all visual; aspects. As time went on, he was writing more and more of the music, all his own lyrics, and ALL my lyrics on "The Wholes Strain". *co-creator & co-conspirator at Poxyclypse Labs.* EVERYTHING I'm able to do with a computer stems from that dude. Poxyclypse Labs came up when it started getting obvious we were going to have multiple unrelated projects, depending on what we were feeling, so it became our umbrella. He made sure it was the chaotic entity that it represented. Happily engaged to be married later on this year and at peace with his path in life. No one (not even ourselves) could erase those larger-than-life years we spent as obnoxious, inter-dimensional soothsayers. We made noise that now exists in semi-permanent form and remains accessible to any human who goes out of their way to hear it. I will never discount that experience. Love you, Brother. When this world is nothing but a cold rock drifting aimlessly through the void, I know that our energy will remain kinetic. This jam is way groovier and more-laid back than anything I was capable of producing at the time. I love it for that. All I had to do with this was give my opinion on a couple sample placements, when solicited and then log every sample for its time stamp in the movies and edit the video. I think we both did pretty good. WHAT DO WE GET FOR OUR TROUBLES..? A MARTIAN-MALLOW!! ***all dialogue: Santa Claus Conquers The Martians & Robot Monster

Cosmic Dance Ray Shitz! I got nothing in my pocket but a hole and nothing up my sleeve 'cept for my soul.... and the map to the universe I stole.

Sleep tight, Try living right, and kiss my ass as I sail off in the night.

They want to cut corners from all of the squares. Watch the box that now fits in a hole. Oh God, please preserve my soul.

DoomsDay comes complete with dastardly deeds and fuzzy, loaded dice, but your own pleasure planet... 10 boxtops. That's the price.

The story is still being written for this filmscore-with-no-film. Best I can do for now is include a link to a blog you ain't gonna like reading. wholeworldbroken.blogspot.com

"It's the winter of the creatures on this ball."

"God came for his people in a hell of a way, fell asleep among the bones, and died where he lay."

"Millie, I don't like a girl who smokes as much as me."

"When we reach the bottom, we can dig straight down."