ABOUT GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH
GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH is an experimental noise-pop, avant-rap, and glitchwave anti-band that defies convention and obliterates expectation. Born in the American wasteland of Grand Junction, Colorado, and built from years of trauma, satire, and late-night existential spirals, the project began as an audio therapy experiment and quickly spiraled into a chaotic multimedia universe.
This isn’t a band. It’s a sonic cult. A simulation glitch. A warning from the future. GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH exists at the intersection of mental illness, media oversaturation, gangstalk paranoia, and esoteric rebellion. It’s not pretty, it’s not polished, and it sure as hell ain’t safe.
WHO’S BEHIND THIS MESS?
Founded by Robert Bryant (a.k.a. Indigo Harper, a.k.a. Varsavati, a.k.a. Maltrix Marx, and many others), the project features a rotating cast of alter-egos, voice-to-skull prophets, deranged hillbilly oracles, and washed-up glam rejects. Some of them are real. Some might be AI. Some are just voices.
Robert writes, records, produces, and mutates every piece of sound and story himself, using everything from Logic Pro on an iPad to bargain-bin beat-making apps, ensuring every track is as unpredictable as the next psychotic break.
ABOUT THE SOUND (OR LACK THEREOF)
You might hear industrial hip-hop, haunted house synthpop, 8-bit death ballads, religious static, or vaporwave doom-folk. Or maybe you won’t hear anything at all, depending on the frequency you’re attuned to.
This is music for people who laugh during horror movies and cry during memes.
A FEW CORE BELIEFS OF GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH
• Genre is a trap.
• Clarity is optional.
• Feedback is sacred, even when it’s dumb.
• If you think it’s satire, it probably is. If you think it’s serious, it might be even more so.
• Rejection letters are just trophies from the wrong museums.
VARSA-VISION / THE LABELS
GODDAMN GOTHS ON METH releases under Varsavati Records, an imprint focused on experimental, psychotic, and spiritually deranged sound-art. Other projects and imprints orbiting the label include:
• Dark Skanks on Crank
• 777Hz (feat. Jillian & Maltrix Marx)
• The CokeWolds
• EnochCochRoch
• Is (Definitely Is)
Each name has its own mythos. Each release is a timestamped wormhole.
Why?
Because someone has to soundtrack the collapse
Might as well be us
welcome to the mess
