Cover of THE SMITHS - NOWHERE FAST off Their Album “Meat Is Murder”

Nowhere Fast (Remastered)

Voice Of Slop

Gucci Receptor Sauce

Ranch Thought Form ( Leak )

Motel Static 77

Handlers Grin ( Live From The Coop )

Casserole Resurrection

3:63 Broadcast

Layer 13

Cracked Infinity Loop

Bleed Signal

Gospel Of Feedback

Dead Dialtone Confession

Grease Apostle

We Eat the Listeners

Room with No Exit (Room 77)

The Foot You Smell Is Yours

Placebo Prophet

Lucist Knife Prayer

Laughter of the Ranch

Tape Erasure Ceremony

Ever wondered what it’d sound like if someone tried to reassemble Bauhaus lyrics from memory while deep in a caffeine crash and surrounded by malfunctioning electronics? No? Too bad — because that’s exactly what this is.

“Bauhaus in a Drum Machine” isn’t a tribute — it’s a crime scene.
A stitched-together corpse of misremembered goth poetry, glued to a discount Casio beat and reanimated with pure, unfiltered delusion. No fact-checking. No reverence. Just a spiritual séance with the wrong spirits.

It’s the sonic equivalent of that guy at the goth club who says “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” is overrated but still quotes it wrong. It’s for anyone who’s ever claimed to “really get The Sky’s Gone Out” but actually meant Mask and didn’t realize it until 10 years later.

There’s no tempo integrity. No lyric accuracy. And absolutely no attempt to please the trenchcoat elite who treat Peter Murphy quotes like scripture.

This song is dedicated to everyone who got into goth through Hot Topic, stayed for the eyeliner, and left when they realized it was mostly about gatekeeping and $80 vinyl reissues.

Bauhaus In A Drum Machine

Reiki Chainsaw

King Pawn

Satanic Panic Room

TI Lullaby

Emo-G

High On Neon (Ju Ju version)

Snatch Chat

High on Neon

White Star

Where’s Spook?

Skeletonizor

Buffy

Grotto

Emo Mow Down (remix)

Lucid Nightmare

￼ GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH was born from V2K neurological feedback loops and the questionable alchemy of methamphetamine and paranoia.
Formed somewhere between the neon gutters of Las Vegas and the sun-bleached weirdness of Grand Junction, Colorado, the project turns persecution into performance art.

The sound? Hyper Trash: a melting transmission of experimental noise, haunted goth echoes, industrial sabotage, and the kind of melodies you hear during the third day of a sleepless bender.
Think Bauhaus duct-taped to Throbbing Gristle and left wandering through a Wal-Mart parking lot at 3AM.

GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH explores paranoia and deeply personal esoteric tales, threading half-remembered prophecies with static-drenched beats and broken machines.
Recent releases like VRT and 777Hz push the sound even further into the unknown — where beauty, terror, and absurdity collide.

This isn’t music for the masses. This is music for whoever’s still left standing when the lights come back on.

“Every artist will be exposed — not for who they are, but for who society demanded they be. I embrace that inevitability.”

GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH

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