Degenerate swampabilly Devil music from the bowels of East Texas. Assimilating everything from rockabilly, psychobilly, surf and spaghetti western, these guys are so old-timey they're eldritch. Their debut EP, Graveyard Shindig, almost brought about the end of the world. Watch out for these creeps. CD is now available!

This is surf the way it’s meant to be played. Imagine having your brains sucked outta your head by a supernatural undertow, your body dashed to a putrid pulp on some forgotten reef, and a bunch of crabs laying eggs in your head after plucking out your eyeballs, and you’re halfway there. Keep an eye out for their new album, Murder On Beaver Street. CD is now available!

Those Poor Bastards play miserable and primitive old-time gothic country music. Lonesome Wyatt (guitar, vocals) and The Minister (banjo, bass, etc.) are both legally certified holiness preachers. If you're looking for slick, over-produced, commercial songs, you'd better cover your delicate little ears. Those Poor Bastards play it raw and they play it mean. Be a pal and support independent anti-corporate country music.

Details are pretty sketchy about this character. He’s been dead for awhile now. All we know is that he was some sort of volkisch psychopath who lived out the end of his days in a German mental asylum during the war, where he committed suicide. Makes for good listening for those family nights spent indoors… while the world burns outside.

After their church mysteriously burned to the ground, this group of bible-thumpers managed to escape unscathed into the night. Songs about killing folks, songs about God, and songs about killing folks ‘cause God told you to. Pick up one of their cd’s for your next church youth group meeting.

Lona wants candy, Lona wants play, Lona wants musick... Better watch out Lona wants your head on a stick. Out of Germany, Lona and the Love Objects play Rock and Roll that makes you want to shoot, gut and fry Bambi with no remorse.

We forced these bluegrass throwbacks to sign with us after we broke them out of prison where they were serving thirteen consecutive life sentences for bootlegging, bigamy, and something to do with cannibalism. All, evidently, in the name of God. These guys are why your Grandpa still sleeps with the lights on.

The Visitant

Eerily dated electronic music. Sort of a soundtrack to every horror/exploitation flick that was too depressing to be made. Quite serene, for those romantic outings with your recently exhumed loved one. Making memories happen since 1999.