AJOKETOTELLTOU

Sane Stab Freewill Dream (feat. Dark Skanks On Crank)

Pink Hunt (Remastered)

They Spy I Die (Remastered) [feat. The Neighbors]

Death In June - fall apart

Coil - Black Antlers (Where's Your Child) (vers 1)

Song Of Lies (Remix)

Tang Method Dong Mosh

First Track Off “Cabal “

https://goddamngothsonmeth.com

lyrics—

Get’s me every time!
Well, Guten Nachmittag and ciao 
My boner-inducing Beauty 
Which translates to Hola in French!
I suspect you're hankering for some cloak and dagger shindig of some such??  
I reckon you’d fancy a posh supper soiree
With cold duck confit kool-aid 
Fred Flintstone veneer, poppycock banter 
And droll Tomfoolery!?
Such well-bred shenanigans would cause the Queen to bust out her meat curtains before God And cream her royal undergarments right there in the house of Windsor! 
So throw me a bone and send an SOS 
Before the pubes in my crack turn gray! 
I'm in the Book, Toodles!  


(Get’s Me every time!)
(Generally vulgar?)
(It’s Bitch-Craft!)

Under toe my lost psalm of sole
Heads arise wisely look to the sighs
Entranced in-wait 
For the master debate of Tomfoolery afoot
Foreign tongues pied in the sky
Ate in hand, as the second coming draweth nigh 

The due reaper looming
We need to talk to you of some urgency 
Flaws centered; trust in me
Your inner peace couldn't intertwine
With the new rage, spurned devout religion  
Fear-fitting stand sad on this contagious mocking Words ‘BALAHATE ‘
Key the ghosts
Trust in denial why do you want to be found?
Deceitful cons of sin, the meaner the nations
A painful onslaught, so damn blind to the dark
To the divine and whether or not you pine 
You’ll listen to the world-ology
Kill philosophy
This evil matter, perfect calamity 
Acutely, this is to depress 
Case in piece, Pierce the nerve
Non- benign fables lurk 
Icey Edicts to fabricate
Sublime cystic sermons
Preach and deal with white light delusion 
Too late
Whisper, I’m wrong; this isn’t me
Mundane plague enslaved our odds
All hope will be dead soon
While you stall
Goat-ass-graved and mass razored
But I’m afraid that I’ll never be the same 
This Season of nasty vibration 
Maw words first hours secret immobilized 
Desires price of a vain reason to live

Cabalahate (extended version)

Les Joyaux de la Princesse - IV

You don’t end up calling yourself GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH by walking the straight and narrow path; it takes a life filled with twists & turns so uniquely bizarre that most will be lucky enough to never relate.
Perhaps he was born an outcast…or perhaps the freak was beaten into his soul throughout his childhood growing up in a small redneck town within Colorado during the late 80s/90s.  Easily identifiable as the eccentric type and mercilessly introverted, he naturally kept mainly to himself, knowing that something inside him was noticeably different than the rest, & that the need to express that, was growing stronger.
From that point forward, everything fell together like a never-ending path of destructive dominos on the journey towards his own creative emancipation.  He joined his first Goth/Punk bands as a drummer as he made his way into the music-scene, only to retreat back to the safety and comforts of Christian faith soon after, studying under his minister until he studied to be a full-on pastor himself.  The further he found his way into the religious realm, the more he uncovered an ungodly level of deception, hypocrisy & lies had perverted his church’s moral compass beyond repair, and he chose to walk away, forever and ever, amen.  With God so willing to turn his back on him – Satan was more than willing to pay full attention.
Obviously that led him to making Country music next – and also dabbling in the occult, getting initiated into Freemasonry, and receiving his 32 Degree in the Scottish Rite all around the same time, as folks do.  He moved to the city of sin, Las Vegas, spending the next eleven years playing with bands like The Trip, Dream Wire, and Billy Dare & The Pumps, in addition to marrying his longtime girlfriend of twelve years.
And for at least a brief moment, he was happy.  Life was good – until it just fucking wasn’t anymore.
Divorced the same year as he got married in, the spiral downwards almost swallowed him whole.  From a fierce addiction to coke & amphetamines, to a savage mental breakdown that put him in the hospital where he’d go on to be diagnosed with PTSD, ADHD, and a nearly crippling level of Schizophrenia – the tailspin he went through almost ended him several times over.  But as they say…what doesn’t kill you…
Gifted with a side-effect of his psychosis that he’s turned into a superpower, frequent spells of auditory hallucinations inspired him to document the levels of his madness through music, and as a result, his work as GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH became a genuine lifeline, and a verifiable pathway to his survival. Unleashing an onslaught of sonic strangeness and dominating the shadows of the darkest corners of the internet, GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH has been crushing it for three years solid now.  From the release of its debut record ABRAHADABRA in 2018 establishing its limitless potential & penchant for the bizarre, to a plethora of killer digital grooves and punishing singles & EP on the way to the wild follow-up record BALAHATE in 2020 – GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH made a major impact with his expressionistic sound.  Establishing his latest project as one of the most unpredictable & exploratory to be found in music today – GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH is currently surging to the heights of its innovative creativity, and a year filled with new material.  With three albums released in 2021 so far, including Cabal, AJOKETOTELLTOU, and a record full of covers on Damned If You Do Damned If You Don’t – GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH is breaking ground in the art of deconstruction, and creating beastly versatile vibes that cannot be denied.

Cabalahate (extended version)

GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH

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