We are the Arizona Ghoulunatics!
The whole purpose for us is to spread the word of Ghoul and show our support, while getting together and getting drunk and moshing the in process! Join us numbskulls of Arizona!
Ghoul's Bio
as posted on Ghoul's myspace
Not much is known about the unholy four who call themselves "Ghoul" other than the small amount of information gleaned from Mr. Fang, the mysterious old man who runs the "Coffins and Curios" shop in the alley behind the cemetery. He claims to own strange recordings on wax cylinder of horrible noises seeping out of the earth under the rows and rows of tombs, and has been heard to describe the inner sanctum of these bizarre and ghastly creatures in shocking detail. Locals have spotted them in the night, stalking through the graveyard, shovels and pickaxes in tow, ever searching for the horrible dead things that it's rumored they feed upon. Their hideously deformed faces obscured by ragged sacks with makeshift eyeholes, they shamble from grave to grave, gibbering incoherently in the eerie mist that forever enshrouds the time-worn catafalques of Monture Noire cemetery. Discovered by Chilly Billy Grossera and Jill "the thrill" Goreardi while on a vacation to the obscure hamlet of Creepsylvania in an undisclosed Eastern European country, Ghoul consists of Digestor (guitars and vocals), Dissector (guitars and vocals), Fermentor (drums and vocals), and Cremator (bass and vocals). According to Chilly Billy, Ghoul were "hiding behind a mausoleum in the shadows when Jill and I glimpsed their spectral shapes looming in the darkness. They fled, in a loping, jerky sort of way, and we pursued them into an open crypt. The apparently shallow grave actually opened up into a series of subterranean tunnels, each lit by a row of candles mounted on wax covered skulls. Room after room opened up to us, each more horrible than the last. Furniture made of bones; a distillery for rotting body fluids; a kitchen containing shapeless terrors which I don't dare describe; it was a den of disgust and filth of the most foul sort. When we finally caught up with the four weird figures they were in a room full of instruments that were pieced together from the bones and skins of festering carcasses. Strange music was crashing through a jerry rigged speaker and Jill and I knew we had found something special." After Ghoul had been tricked into signing a contract with Razorback Records, they were unmercifully prodded by the infamous record peddling duo into writing material for a full length album, which was released in early 2002 under the title "We Came For The Dead", and was quickly followed by the slashterpiece "Maniaxe" a mere year later. After several important media personalities reviewed the albums, three questions have been raised: "who are these creeps?", "where did they come from?", and "what the hell is a catafalque?". These are questions that may never be answered and probably shouldn't have been asked in the first place, but until the day comes when an answer is forthcoming, to keep from screaming just repeat to yourself IT'S ONLY A BAND, IT'S ONLY A BAND, IT'S ONLY A BAND, IT'S ONLY A BAND, IT'S ONLY A BAND, IT'S ONLY A BAND, IT'S ONLY A BAND.........
