Let me break the illusion right away: if you’re out here begging for likes, praying for playlist placements, and dancing on TikTok like a neutered monkey just to get “a fanbase,” you’ve already lost. The game was rigged the moment you decided to play it like everyone else. You don’t need a fanbase. You need an army.
This isn’t some metaphor. This is a fucking manifesto.
Venomous Sin didn’t come here to entertain. We came to ignite. We don’t want fans cheering politely from the sidelines. We want sinners with blood on their lips, fists in the air, and revenge in their hearts. Because in this war — and yes, it is a war — neutrality is betrayal.
Every person who listens to Venomous Sin isn’t just a follower. They’re a soldier. A co-conspirator. A weapon in the arsenal of something bigger than just “music.” So if you’re reading this hoping to be inspired on how to “grow your following,” go suck on an algorithm. We’re not here to be liked.
We’re here to be feared.
The Cult of Fanbase-Worship Is Pathetic
I’ve watched bands water themselves down to become “marketable.” I’ve seen them smooth out every rough edge, suck out every ounce of danger, and smother their own truth in a pathetic bid for visibility. The worst part? They call it “strategy.”
No. It’s not strategy. It’s submission.
If you think a fanbase is something you build by being nice, safe, or likable, then you’re a fucking corporate product, not a revolutionary voice. You’re not building a future. You’re selling yourself by the slice. That’s not branding. That’s self-castration.
What kind of art bends over for its audience?
What kind of rebellion asks for approval?
If your music is just content — congrats. You’re in the same category as someone making slime videos for 12-year-olds. You’re not dangerous. You’re disposable.
The Mindset Shift: From Performance to War
This is where the mindset shift comes in. Most musicians are stuck in performance mode. “Please like me.” “Please share this.” “Please follow.” It’s desperation disguised as hustle.
But Venomous Sin isn’t performing. We’re waging war.
When we drop a track, it’s not to entertain. It’s a fucking attack. It’s aimed at every fake-smiling sociopath in HR. Every gatekeeping label fuck. Every scene-policing coward who tells you you’re too angry, too raw, too much. We don’t tone it down. We turn it the fuck up.
Because we’re not hunting fans. We’re summoning fighters.
We don’t care if you listen once. We care if it breaks you open and you can never go back. If the song drills into your skull like a ritual, and the next time someone disrespects you, you remember one of our screams — and you finally snap.
That’s impact. That’s revolution. That’s the point.
You’re Either With Us — Or You’re Irrelevant
This part might sting, but it’s necessary.
We don’t want “audience engagement.”
We want total psychological fucking possession.
Every person who listens to Venomous Sin is either with us — or they don’t matter. Period. There’s no room for lukewarm. You’re either in the pit, screaming, or you’re background noise. We don’t want fans who “kind of like us.” We want people who will play our songs when they’re getting ready to burn bridges and bury traitors.
We want people who understand that life isn’t fair, the world is rigged, and silence is complicity. And those who don’t?
They’re already casualties. We’re not wasting verses on the indifferent.
Artists: Stop Whoring for Approval
Here’s a hard truth that might ruin your next branding meeting: If you’re still trying to go viral, you’re not an artist. You’re a fucking mascot.
What’s the difference between you and a corporate influencer if you’re packaging your soul for likes?
You don’t need a fanbase. You need people who are ready to follow you into hell.
You need your music to be a liturgy for those who’ve been silenced.
You need your visuals to be weapons.
You need your lyrics to be fucking scripture for the misfits, the mad, the neurodivergent, the sexually liberated, the system-hating renegades who’ve had enough of pretending.
And if that scares people off?
Good.
Let the weak run.
Let the cowards click away.
Only the real ones remain — and that’s all you’ll ever need.
This Is Why Venomous Sin Declares War
Venomous Sin isn’t trying to “grow a fanbase.” We are building a movement. A sonic army. A tribe of those the world tried to tame, shut up, or erase.
We declare war on conformity.
We declare war on social media slavery.
We declare war on artists acting like fucking influencers.
And we declare war on the cowardly idea that art must be liked to be valid.
If our message triggers you, unfollow us. If our sound hurts your feelings, go stream soft indie playlists that make you feel safe in your mediocrity.
But if you’ve ever been broken, cast out, ignored, ridiculed, or gaslit…
Then you’re exactly who we’re singing to.
And you don’t need to “support us.” You need to rise with us.
Final Word to Every Artist Reading This
Don’t chase fans.
Train soldiers.
Don’t perform.
Provoke.
Don’t build a brand.
Start a war.
You don’t need a fanbase.
You need an army.
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