NOCTUM RECTUM \m/ OFFICAL SITE

NO HOLE IS LEFT UNEXPLORED

Above the polar circle, in the dark forests of northern Sweden, a league was formed when the wicked witch Tundra, the unmounted Ei Saa Peittää and the rumbling troll DeDe Peikko met in the line to a public outhouse. Fused by the howl from the midnight werewolf of backdoor love, they quickly spawned on their common angst and convictions. Under the blessing of the werewolf they named Freddie, they gained massive momentum exploring every hole. Bringing relief to whomever calls upon them with their loving heavy metal lullabies and enchanting grasp of the human condition while rocking. They remain the rearward of the brown force redeeming constipated souls everywhere.

TUNDRA
The Wicked Witch Of The North. Chant her name in Lapland and the indigenous will gather all their magical strength to ease the labour of their bowls come winter time. She pierces your soul with her gut-crushing Casio. EI SAA PEITTÄÄ
The Uncovered. This unsubmissive laxative, this radiator masturbator, will with her eerie vocals and utterly cataclysmic shenanigans seal your heart to the pumping cause of metal pounding out of your temples. Now and forever.

FREDDIE
The Midnight Werewolf Of Backdoor Love. The spirit that precedes your subconscious premonitions solely with the brute forces of the full moon. His mane, rocking back and forth, causes you to scream your guts out. DEDE PEIKKO
The Doll of Trolls. With his gruesome growl, clenching squeak and air of hairspray, he will fondle your ungutted mind. And those heavy metal studs you just swallowed will feel like the gentle embrace of all your joys.

GUEST APPEARANCES BY:

ROBERT SMITH
When not meticulously following the games of QPR or busy with whatever he does to maintain ownership of that fancy house of his, he joins Noctum Rectum as their backbone of slaptone and tortoise of noise. GULEBØJ
The Norwegian spell from hell that grinds the axe so deep and disturbingly that you are inevitably led to focus on the kick-ass guitar solos, which clenases your troubled inside like an enema of Scandinavian mountain spring water.

ARSEY VERSEY
The Boom Box of Hard Cocks ...and a banana. Together they issue mandatory headbanging and hip wagging. Mechanical or not, it will stimulate and smoothen the gentle nerves of your intestines. VINCENT WANKOFF
Yeah, whatever happened to that guy?

NO HOLE IS LEFT UNEXPLORED
Above the polar circle, in the dark forests of northern Sweden, a league was formed when the wicked witch Tundra, the unmounted Ei Saa Peittää and the rumbling troll DeDe Peikko met in the line to a public outhouse. Fused by the howl from the midnight werewolf of backdoor love, they quickly spawned on their common angst and convictions. Under the blessing of the werewolf they named Freddie, they gained massive momentum exploring every hole. Bringing relief to whomever calls upon them with their loving heavy metal lullabies and enchanting grasp of the human condition while rocking. They remain the rearward of the brown force redeeming constipated souls everywhere.
	TUNDRA The Wicked Witch Of The North. Chant her name in Lapland and the indigenous will gather all their magical strength to ease the labour of their bowls come winter time. She pierces your soul with her gut-crushing Casio.	EI SAA PEITTÄÄ The Uncovered. This unsubmissive laxative, this radiator masturbator, will with her eerie vocals and utterly cataclysmic shenanigans seal your heart to the pumping cause of metal pounding out of your temples. Now and forever.
	FREDDIE The Midnight Werewolf Of Backdoor Love. The spirit that precedes your subconscious premonitions solely with the brute forces of the full moon. His mane, rocking back and forth, causes you to scream your guts out.	DEDE PEIKKO The Doll of Trolls. With his gruesome growl, clenching squeak and air of hairspray, he will fondle your ungutted mind. And those heavy metal studs you just swallowed will feel like the gentle embrace of all your joys.
GUEST APPEARANCES BY:
	ROBERT SMITH When not meticulously following the games of QPR or busy with whatever he does to maintain ownership of that fancy house of his, he joins Noctum Rectum as their backbone of slaptone and tortoise of noise.	GULEBØJ The Norwegian spell from hell that grinds the axe so deep and disturbingly that you are inevitably led to focus on the kick-ass guitar solos, which clenases your troubled inside like an enema of Scandinavian mountain spring water.

	ARSEY VERSEY The Boom Box of Hard Cocks ...and a banana. Together they issue mandatory headbanging and hip wagging. Mechanical or not, it will stimulate and smoothen the gentle nerves of your intestines.		VINCENT WANKOFF Yeah, whatever happened to that guy?