FRED STZ MUSIC

New Growth by FRED STZ

For the "Tribute to Devo" Project

Elimane by FRED STZ

A tribute to Devo project (And Polysics)

Sands of Arrakis (part 2) by FRED STZ

Sands of Arrakis (part 1) by FRED STZ

Tomorrow's Gonna Be Alright by FRED STZ

Queen of the house by FRED STZ

We took on the challenge to create a funk song - and maybe even a whole album about family. With "Should've Stayed (A Little Longer)", we're pushing beyond our usual style. But the truth is, making music is always rewarding, whatever the genre may be! Dancin’ you to sleep in my arms, Soft guitar, my only charm. Told you tales of stars and rain, But my heart was full of pain… Oh, I tried to shine s...

Fading pulse, the monitors scream, Static floods my dying dream. A flash of light—now I see, The code behind reality. Was I ever flesh and bone? Or just data—soldier alone? A test of pain, a trial of fire, Now the system pulls me higher... I REMEMBER! The cosmos sings my name, A god in chains, lost in the game. This human heart—it bleeds, it lies, Torn from the simulation’s lies! Eleven strands of...

Midnight by FRED STZ

Tragicomedy by FRED STZ

She's got exhaustion in her bones, but they still hand her the broom at dawn. The preachers, the bosses, the kitchen-table dictators carve their rules into the dark circles under her eyes. They want her body as their ledger, her silence—a sacred psalm. So she grinds her teeth on stained-glass hypocrisy, spits out the shards of a thousand "yes sir"s. I AM NOT YOUR sin with a pretty face! Not your m...

The closing track of 'Under the Rusted Needle Sky' - an album about addiction and the rejection of life - presents despair through nihilistic poetry. Rather than endorsing self-destruction, it exposes the hopelessness created by a brutal social model that marginalizes the suffering by treating people as nothing more than profit generators. Punk in spirit and grunge in sound, this album...

An experimental composition channeling the old gods' gaze upon humanity - their divine fury manifest in the apocalyptic power of voice. Forged over months of sonic exploration, this work embodies our ritual.

Happy birthday to Azalia (science.mage). The first song of a new project, a new LP.

[Verse 1] Scrolling bloodshot, dopamine crash, Keyboard führers in a meme-flash. "Do your research!"—but the research is trash, A conspiracy stew made of hashtag ash. Flat-earthers scream, vaccines are sin, While the data rots in the digital bin. Likes for Hitler, shares for pain, The algorithm grins— "CLICK IT AGAIN!" [Chorus] Welcome to the network of the DUMB! Where every lie gets a podium. Sci...

This will be the final tribute to Magma, who mean so much to us. Our daughter stands at the gates of war, holding her head high alongside her partner and their six-month-old baby girl. We must sing against war, against chaos—and for humanity to break free from this infernal cycle of destruction. This is a cry of invocation against the forces of Thanatos and the weaknesses that lead us to abandon o...

[Verse 1] "Man is a rope stretched between beast and overman," Nietzsche wrote in the storm, in the dark. We kill with one hand, with the other we paint the stars, Torn apart, a fractured work of art. [Verse 2] Burroughs whispered, "A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on," And oh, we know—the bombs, the blood, the neon dawn. Yet Kerouac howled, "The only truth is music," So we...

Übermensch" is a radical sonic experience that materializes the Nietzschean metamorphosis through deliberately disruptive composition. The track begins with deconstructed funk grooves and chaotic metal riffs, symbolizing the collapse of conventions, before exploding into a seismic "laughter" chorus where screaming horns and guitars create dissonant euphoria. The bridge plunges into experimental al...

"The Last Men (A Requiem for Dawn)" (A Philosophical Rock Anthem) [Verse 1] The gods are dead – we lit the pyre, Yet still we kneel to sword and fire. They call it "order", call it "law", But chains are chains, no matter how they saw. [Verse 2] The weak man’s strength is violence wielded, A hollow crown, a shield gelded. Difference frightens lesser kings – Monuments built on rusted strings. [Pre-C...

(Verse 1) Silent fields where rice once grew, Now the sky wears fear’s dark hue. Children whisper, mothers pray, While shadows march and borders sway. (Verse 2) They paint us villains, twist the tale, Western screens don’t hear our wail. Fists of hate burn loud and bright, While we hold our lanterns of light. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, how long must the humble bleed? Chains of war on dreams they feed. (Chor...

Liminal space (feat. Kipanga) by FRED STZ

Last Fix Symphony by FRED STZ

Verse 1 Jenny lights the spoon’s last star, Matches shake in the dark of our stolen car. "The world’s too loud," she tells the rain, As the tar climbs up my veins. Pre-Chorus We don’t need no future, babe— The past’s already dug our grave. ("One more hit to kill the fear...") Chorus Under the rusted needle sky, We trade our hands for butterfly wings. The sirens sing our lullaby, Two ghosts tied wi...