ARTIST LORE BIOS
Maltrix Marx (M&M)
A tech-obsessed cultist with a trailer park upbringing, Maltrix is Jillian Marx’s older brother and the chaotic engine behind 777Hz’s sonic architecture. Self-proclaimed “post-apocalyptic prophet of digital dirt,” Maltrix lives for glitchy beats, analog static, and ritual noise. Former hacker turned underground rave DJ turned paranoid sonic conspiracist, he now blends cultic sermons with beat poetry and DSP malfunction. He may or may not be convinced he’s been chosen by Varsavati through a late-night fever dream involving a microwave, a stolen modem, and a 404 error.
Jillian Marx
Lead rapper/vocalist for 777Hz. Jillian is a furious mix of glitch-hop lyricism, industrial sneer, and warped vulnerability. A poetic street preacher disguised as a club kid, her verses unravel like personal exorcisms over broken beats. Raised on noise, static, and conspiracy podcasts, she delivers her bars like a paranoid gospel. She believes music is warfare, every beat a bomb and every line a survival tactic.
Indigo Harper
Shrouded in soft-lit mystique and distortion. Indigo’s identity shifts from ethereal dream-ghost to screaming punk oracle depending on the phase of the moon or mood of the sampler. Sometimes thought to be an alter ego of Varsavati—or perhaps Varsavati’s dream of themselves. Their voice floats between whispered dread and glitch-witch sermons, never quite human, never quite machine.
Varsavati
Philosopher-entity, podcast host, glitch-savant. Varsavati is the Observer—an esoteric being who understands truth through absurdity. Often disguised as a clown, a fool, or a drunk, Varsavati delivers cosmic horror punchlines to those who dare listen. Though appearing chaotic, there is deeper structure in their madness: a recursion of broken symbols, fragments of forgotten myths, and warped enlightenment. Possibly a cosmic twin of Maltrix, or maybe his hallucination.
Dark Skanks On Crank
An unhinged all-femme noise-thrash collective. Their live shows are part riot, part possession, part garage fire. Their ethos: crank it till it bleeds. They frequently collaborate with Jillian and 777Hz, injecting punk venom into experimental tracks. Known for frying amps and turning basements into infernos.
Honky Tonk Hellfire
A possessed country-industrial preacher screaming sermons over broken banjos, gas station ambience, and outlaw trap beats. More myth than man. A former exorcist turned musical doomsayer. Rumored to have once baptized a laptop in moonshine and uploaded a demon to SoundCloud.
The CokeWolds
Imagine a haunted village fair where the only music is ‘70s glam, found audio, and garage gospel played by Victorian ghosts on expired acid. That’s The CokeWolds. Lo-fi surrealists with a flair for the melodramatic. Often misinterpreted as satire. Usually, they’re serious. And that’s what makes it funny.
Dieziz Coffins & Dark Skanks On Crank
The collab that sounds like a public breakdown at a truck stop rave. Dieziz brings the warped poetry, DSOC brings the batshit thrash. Together they soundtrack the collapse of civilization with glitter, feedback, and something sticky leaking from your headphones.
