The uneasy center of the drug apostles. Instigator, architect. and unreliable narrator. Somewhere between profit and patient, Gultchy Amore listens closely to the noise in his head – because sometimes it answers back, and sometimes it brings friends.

Keeper of the low end and preacher of the subterranean pulse. Sonic Jesus speaks through rumble and vibration, the voice beneath the noise that holds everything together when the chaos starts to fracture. Some say he's the foundation of the apostles. Others say he's just another voice echoing somewhere in the deeper chambers of Gultchy's mind.

Twin architects of the apostles guitar violence. Remus deals in chainsaw, tone all the grinding, steel and forward momentum, while Romulus prefers pure disturbing Fuckery, bending noise into unpredictable shapes. Whether they are brothers, rivals, were simply two impulses fighting inside the same skull depends on who you ask. 

Kaptain Skipper– navigator of the apostles strange voyage. When the distortion thickens and the waters turned black, Skipper takes the wheel, steering through chaos with a crooked grin and a steady hand. Somewhere he's the one keeping the whole operation afloat…… Others think he only shows up when the voices start arguing about where the ship should go next. 

DJ FUCK YOU – the apostles resident Saboteur of rhythm. Armed with turntables, broken loops, and a bad attitude, DJ FUCK YOU slices beats into jagged pieces and throws them back into the noise where they don't quite belong. Somehow the chaos still locks into time… Almost like the argument was part of the groove all along.