The Herd

Brutalitops is not a band. There is no drummer. There is no bassist. There is a guy, somewhere, who taught a machine to scream about dinosaurs and thought that was a complete thought. For the record: the songs aren't about dinosaurs. The songs are about awful, stupid shit. The photos aren't real. The masks aren't real. The riffs aren't real. You clicked a link about a fake triceratops metal band and now you're reading marketing copy that was also generated by a computer, for a product that does not exist, aimed at a person — you — who the computer is fairly confident is also not real. Anyway. It's extremely heavy. Bring earplugs. There is nothing to bring them to. Buy a ticket. There is no show.

Lyrically and musically, Brutalitops exalts Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.

The Nobodies

Rex

Vocals

Loves dog. Hates you.

Cuz

Guitar/Vox

From Texas. Is sorry about that.

Zan

Bass

Insert bio here.

Tex

Horns/Noise

Foreign, or something. From somewhere.

Rob

Drums

Plays drums. Arms. Legs. Head.

Listen (At Your Own Risk)

Debut EP: not out yet. Streaming: nowhere, yet. There is, somehow, a YouTube channel.

Shows

Merch

Merch would require a real product, made by a real company, for real money, sold by a real band. This clears none of those bars. Not for sale. Not for anything, really.

Contact

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