Ghost Man On Third

The music of GMOT failed to inspire Vivaldi and is responsible for van Gogh losing his ear. Tracks that even Trump can´t make great again. A dangerous symbiosis of misguided tones, inhuman hubris and burnt cotton candy. Each note so awkwardly written as if the devil himself asked god to deliver him from evil. Every pseudo-hookline yells like Scooter’s and Enya's rejected child, every beat cheaper than ordered from Wish.

But there is also one positive thing to say about the music of GMOT: You don't have to listen to it. Hence my urgent appeal to you: Try to avoid this nightmare as much as possible. Avoid all streaming services and do not go to big clubs. Unplug the tape recorder and disable the auto-reverse function on your discman. Block the phone numbers of all ringtone providers and cancel your Mad Magazine subscription asap. And please live your life as if GMOT didn’t exist!

An anonymous MySpace user