Horror punk flatlined—so I dug it back up.
No more screams. No new albums. Just silence where monsters used to live.
So I started making the music horror punk should’ve become: loud, bloody, and alive. Not embalmed in rockabilly kitsch. Not whining in emo graveyards.
I was a comic artist—until my hands gave out. That loss almost buried me. But I clawed out—with sound instead of ink.
Now I build everything with bones and bandwidth. My bandmates scream from different states—I stitch it all together: mix the tracks, animate the nightmares, and raise the dead.
This isn’t nostalgia. This is resurrection.
⚰️ At Spacetrucker’s Pit Stop: cursed clips, tarot chaos, retro sci-fi, space wargames, and analog horror.
If you like skeleton bands, cursed animation, and Halloween noise—pull over. You’re home.
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