Undead Chickens - See You in the Smoke Album

An immersive and obscure Psychedelic Cybergrunge track, The foundation is a powerful, heavy, and distorted drop-tuned guitar riff and a deep, melodic, fuzz-laden bassline, The drums are complex, tribal-infused, and live-sounding, with prominent cymbals and tom work, This raw, organic core is infused with ethereal, swirling synth pads, glitching electronic textures, and subtle, hallucinatory sound effects that evoke a dreamlike state, The lead male vocal is a multi-octave baritone, shifting from a low, hypnotic growl to a soaring, shamanistic wail, delivering poetic, highly obscure lyrics with double meanings

Cybergrunge soulcore with a funk-stained underbelly—gritty, groovy, and emotionally loaded, Vocals: Gritty, and soul-rich, voice howls from the gut—smoke-laced falsetto sliding into raw, melodic growls, Layered with mild vocoder overlays on select phrases for a ghost-in-the-machine echo, plus analog tape delay to stretch emotional resonance, Lead Guitar: Grunge-drenched distortion rides tight riffs and feedback swells, bending notes like rusted steel under pressure, Subtle pitch drift adds chaos, Bass Guitar: Deep, dirty, and syncopated—a grimy funk engine thrumming like a heartbeat in blackout, Filtered slap runs punch with sidechain growl, Drums: Breakbeat grit fused with analog punch, Snare cracks hit like gunfire; layered reverb tails create battlefield atmosphere, Synth: Glitch-glossed arps, reverse-filtered pads, and modulated VHS textures rise like haunted static

Funk-pop with neon-drenched soul and club-ready groove—built for hips, high heels, and heat, Vocals: Jayce delivers pure magnetism—smooth, flirtatious, and dripping with devotion, His falsetto aches; his growl seduces, Guitar: Clean funk strums and wah-drenched flair tease the rhythm like fingertips tracing a spine, Bass: Thick, bouncy, and alive—every slap lands like a kiss behind the ear, Drums: Four-on-the-floor swagger with snappy snares and claps that echo the sway of hips in motion, Synth/Keys: Glittering arps and velvet pads swirl like perfume in neon air, Horns: Sultry sax, sharp trumpet stabs, and syncopated brass flourishes ignite the track with high-gloss confidence, They punctuate each beat with tease and triumph, turning every drop into a spotlight moment, A love song to power, pleasure, and the dancers who set the city on fire

An immersive and obscure Psychedelic Cybergrunge track, The foundation is a powerful, heavy, and distorted drop-tuned guitar riff and a deep, melodic, cello bassline, The drums are complex, tribal-infused, and live-sounding, with prominent cymbals and tom work, This raw, organic core is infused with ethereal, swirling synth pads, glitching electronic textures, and subtle, hallucinatory sound effects that evoke a dreamlike state, The lead male vocal is a multi-octave baritone, shifting from a low, hypnotic growl to a soaring, shamanistic wail, delivering poetic, highly obscure lyrics with double meanings

Jayce Halliday goes full burn, A cyberpunk garage rock detonation—wired riffs, distortion riots, and glitched-out rage spit through a broken PA system, 🎤 Vocals: Jayce in prime grunge-soul-shout mode, with heavy vocal fry and a swaggering roar 🎸 Guitars: Overdriven, fuzz-choked, and feral—tight stabs and riff walls 🎛️ Synths: Buzzing background menace, glitched panning spikes, distortion as punctuation 🥁 Drums: Relentless 4/4 with dirty punk fills, subkick pounding like a chase scene heartbeat 🧠 Vibe: Like someone weaponized a mixtape, stole a corp satellite, and broadcast rebellion > “Jayce isn’t running, He’s spitting fire through your speakers until the system overloads, ”

> Cyberfunk grunge strapped to a nitro-fueled soul engine, Jayce channels speed, loss, and defiance into a high-octane ride through regret and chrome-lit highways, Vocals: From whispered guilt to screaming release, Jayce’s voice burns across octaves like a tach needle in freefall—gravel soul one moment, falsetto break the next, Guitar: Dirty, pedal-pushed riffs snarl and fade in layers, building to explosive choruses with classic grunge whiplash, Bass: Low and relentless, a throbbing spine that pulses like blood in overdrive, Drums: Analog-styled kits slam and swing with real weight, shifting from chill pocket grooves to full-tilt panic beats, Synths/FX: Vapor trails, glitching memory loops, filtered horn echoes—like headlights in fog and ghosts in rearview mirrors, This is the anthem for when you’re driving too fast, too late, trying to outrun the parts of yourself you swore you’d buried

Grit-scorched cyberfunk grunge with soul-soaked vocals and dirty synth undercurrents, Vocals: Jayce bleeds emotion—raw, cracking falsetto gives way to searing grunge howls, The chorus is a cry for help that never comes, Guitar: Fuzzed-out power chords meet wah-warped leads, Bleeding feedback loops evoke memories trying to claw their way back, Bass: Sludgy, syncopated, and grimy—like an infected heartbeat under glitching armor, Drums: Analog kits pummel with human weight while machine-triggered fills scatter like warning shots in VR, Synth/Keys: Haunting pads, corrupted sample loops, and AI-triggered arp runs glitch across the mix like fragmented memories trying to recompile, A twisted groove that starts as a rescue and ends as a eulogy, This isn’t a song, It’s a black box recording of betrayal

A sonic deathblow from the shadows, “Nothing Left to Burn” is Jayce Halliday’s soulcore scream, a cybergrunge anthem built on the collapse of silence and the refusal to fade, 🎤 Vocals: Melodic fry and gravel screams from Jayce—equal parts pain, defiance, and truth with grungecore-soul 🎸 Guitar: Wall of fuzz, distortion soaked in sorrow, drop-tuned and ragged 🥁 Drums: Loose and live, like a heartbeat just barely hanging on 🎹 Synth: Hexa’s signature glitchwave overlays—ambient pulses, warped arps, distant ghost chords that make the track feel haunted by machines and memories 🎚️ Structure: Nirvana-style quiet/loud contrast with shifting tempos and emotional eruptions 🧠 Feel: A track that isn’t about death—it’s about choosing how loud you want to go out

Slow Psychedelic Rock Ballad with experimental synth fusion Male vocals, deep and haunting, with a raw, soulful rasp, Starts low and intimate, like a whispered confession, then climbs to full-bodied melodic howls filled with pain and longing, Has a gravel-and-gold tone—emotive, powerful, and slightly damaged, Voice should carry the weight of addiction, rebellion, and spiritual burnout, Synth-forward soundscape with analog pads, glitched arpeggios, and ambient textures Distorted electric guitar with delay and reverse effects (only lightly present—serves atmosphere more than groove) Bass: warm, deep, groove-soaked, grounding the track like a heartbeat in zero-G Drums: slow, deliberate, minimalistic but industrial—tight reverb-laden snares and kick experimental layers: vocal modulations, reversed samples, static-laced noise between sections Tempo: ~75 BPM Mood:Dreamlike, emotional, bittersweet Like watching the world burn slowly through chrome-tinted shades while riding a chemical high

💿 Track Description – “Cyborg Buddha” A distorted meditation spiraling inward, Jayce becomes the glitching bridge between soul and silicon, singing not to be heard—but to disappear, 🎤 Vocals: Whispered mantras, buried melodies, and fractured phrases 🎛️ Instruments: Reversed drones, modular synth spirals, corrupted ambient loops 🧠 Vibe: A post-human enlightenment sequence meant to be misinterpreted > “There is no chorus, There is no self, There is only… recursion, ”

A rare spotlight on Precious, stepping out from bass lines into the fragile quiet, Written by Jayce, but never performed together, Instead, she makes it her own, 🎤 Vocals: Soulful, aching—Precious sings like she’s remembering something she’s still losing 🎹 Instruments: Clean, restrained—piano, pads, echo guitar, Nothing gets in the way of her voice 🧠 Vibe: Emotional intimacy before disaster, This is the last breath before the storm, > “Jayce gave her the song, She gave it meaning he never dared speak out loud, ”

Slow-burn cybergrunge elegy laced with soul and distortion, Echoes in the Rain is Jayce Halliday’s final love song to Seattle—raw, reverent, and wired with heartbreak, Vocals: Grit-soaked, melodic, and on the edge of breaking, Each line hits like thunder after lightning, Guitars: Fuzzed-out and dirge-like, drenched in reverb and memory, Bass: Thick, slow groove that moves like blood in cold rain, Drums: Sparse and echoing, like footsteps in an empty alley, Synths: Subtle glitch washes and feedback ghosts, swirling like weather, Jayce namechecks the legends—Hendrix, Cobain, Cornell—then places himself beside them, not as a peer, but a final note, This isn’t goodbye, It’s a storm you’ll never forget