BRUTALITOPS
Three Horns. Zero Chill. Zero Members.
An AI Music Project — By Some Guy — Nothing Here Is Real
Enter The Pit
Three Horns. Zero Chill. Zero Members.
An AI Music Project — By Some Guy — Nothing Here Is Real
Enter The Pit
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. It was. 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.
Lyrically and musically, Brutalitops exalts Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, in ways that remain theologically unclear, occasionally in Latin, always at unsafe tempos. No church has confirmed this. No church has denied it either.
Rex
Vocals
Loves dog. Hates you.
Cuz
Guitar / Backing Vocals
Texan. He's sorry.
Zan
Bass
Whatever.
Tex
Horns / Noise
Foreign, or something. From somewhere. Unconfirmed.
Rob
Drums
Plays the drums. Kind of looks like a girl from church.
Debut EP: not out yet. Streaming: nowhere, yet. There is, somehow, a YouTube channel.
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.
Yes, these are real links. No, nothing will happen when you use them. That's the whole joke.