We Eat the Listeners

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

Tang Method Dong Mosh

Les Joyaux de la Princesse - IV

￼ 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.”