Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Idiot Flesh, Book Of Knots, Faun Fables, Corrupted, Charming Hostess, Bargooma!, 2 Foot Yard, Neurosis, Finntroll, Big Black, The Deftones, Battle Of Mice, Isis, The Offspring, Lightning Bolt, Buckethat Bobby, Gruesome Stuff Relish, Einherjer, Birdflesh, Kampfar, Solstafir, Carnival Of Coal, Wolf Eyes, Suicide Silence, Jesus Lizard, Scratch Acid, Daisy Chainsaw, Nine Inch Nails, Diablo Swing Orchestra, Mastodon, Queens Of The Stoneage, Noothgrush, The Locust, Mindless Self Indulgence, Napalm Death, The Knights Of The Abyss, Cancer Bats, Shai Hulud, Korn, Kekal, Unexpect, Nevermore, Kyuss, Weedeater and many others that I may add later.
Sounds Like
The Music: The twitching noisy pluckings of an untuned guitar resonating within cavernous halls and deep canyons barely stumbling into what you may or may not call music, and the moans and oral jerkings of a set of vocal cords that have been through more than the brain above them can remember.
The Lyrics: More like feelings with words than words with feelings. A bizarre combination of absurd terminology and piercingly blunt tongue throws.
All in all the music The Masked Stranger secretes is more like a gap that through which you could see the mind of the strange fellow as it was when he made the music in the first place. I, The Masked Stranger, don't really write these songs before I record them, and I don't really write the lyrics beforehand either, it's all pretty much made up during the recording itself.
I am The Masked Stranger, I guess. I like the way things rot, rust and decay, and I like watching things grow, prosper and spread. My music should be treated like a disease: with great care, and plenty of cautious preparation before handling. Don't expect anything of my music other than it being odd compared to other music, I guess. Enjoy it, hate it, love it, ignore it, forget about it, or never even hear it or of it, regardless it will always be and it will find a way into your head, maybe in a dream or a nightmare, but it will find a way in and once it's there, it won't leave. It doesn't like to leave.
Hail Metal brother, DIKTAT thanx you for request & interest. Sick fucked up Music here, I hope we'll share the stage in a fest someday. Keep it stoned & aggressive ! Jérémie &