Description

This all started because the music I loved stopped evolving. No new albums, just silence where there should’ve been screams. So I started making the songs we might’ve heard if horror punk never died—if it kept crawling forward, bloody and loud, instead of turning into rockabilly kitsch or emo skeleton ballads. I used to be a comic artist, but my hands gave out. Can’t hold a pen more than five minutes without pain. That loss nearly broke me. Now I build songs with my bandmates, who are scattered across the U.S.—they send me their parts, and I piece it all together. I mix the tracks, edit the videos, and use whatever tools I’ve got—AI included—to keep creating. This isn’t nostalgia. It’s a continuation. Horror punk, reanimated.

At Spacetrucker's Pitstop, I also share Twitch clips: tarot, wargaming, retro horror, and sci-fi vibes. Whether you're here for cards, games, or screams, there’s always something waiting.