Let’s get one thing straight—horror isn’t just seen. It’s felt. In the pulse behind your eyelids when the killer’s shadow fills the doorframe. In the bassline that slithers up your spine like something uncoiling in the dark.
And now? Thanks to Horror Facts’ podcast and Knife in the Dark’s audio venom, it’s gonna be heard louder than a jump scare in a silent room.
Justin (yeah, the same maniac who runs HorrorFacts.com and shreds beside me in Knife) pitched this idea over whiskey and a Suspiria rewatch.
The second he said, “Let’s score the podcast like it’s the lost soundtrack to Hellraiser,” I was already tuning my guitar with a bowie knife. This isn’t just background noise—it’s a ritual.
Every chord is a pentagram, every lyric a cursed incantation. Want to know what real dread sounds like? Press play and pray your speakers survive.
WHY THIS COLLAB IS THE EQUIVALENT OF A PERFECT HORROR SEQUEL
- Justin Gets It. Dude’s a walking encyclopedia of terror and writes riffs that could resurrect The Crow. This isn’t some corporate sync deal—it’s two horror-obsessed maniacs weaponizing sound.
- Our Music Was Already Haunted. Knife in the Dark doesn’t write love songs. We write audio suicide notes and exorcisms. Now imagine that echoing behind Justin’s breakdown of Possession (1981). Chef’s kiss.
- The Podcast Just Leveled Up. Horror Facts already rules—now it’s got a live-wire current of post-grunge, alt-rock, and pure unease. Think Twin Peaks meets The Texas Chain Saw Massacre with a backbeat.
WHY MUSIC IS MY EXORCISM (AND YOU’RE INVITED TO THE FUNERAL)
Let’s cut the cute shit. Life’s a B-movie with a third-act twist that usually involves a chainsaw. And me? I’m the unreliable narrator with a guitar instead of a getaway car.
When I scream into a mic, it’s not just noise—it’s me carving my name into the walls of this godforsaken asylum we call reality. Every riff Justin and I summon is another brick in the church of our damnation. Every lyric? A bloodstain on the altar.
Here’s why music is my religion (and the devil’s on speed dial):
- IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT DOESN’T LIE.
People? Fake. Politics? A circus where the clowns have knives. But a distorted chord at 3 a.m.? That’s truth. It doesn’t sugarcoat. It doesn’t apologize. It just is—like a jump scare to the jugular. - HORROR NEEDS A SOUNDTRACK.
Ever watch Halloween on mute? Exactly. Silence is the real villain. Music is the heartbeat under the floorboards, the whisper in the static. And now? Horror Facts’ podcast gets to bleed with our sound. - I’M OUT OF THERAPY MONEY.
Shrinks want you to talk about your feelings. I’d rather choke them out through a Marshall stack. Every song is a session where the couch is on fire and the doctor’s wearing a mask. - BECAUSE FUCK IT, THAT’S WHY.
Some people meditate. I write songs that sound like a car crash in a cemetery. Balance.
Cue the feedback. 🔥🎤⚡
