HEIR MONTY
Heir Monty is a Hauntcore producer, world builder, lyricist, and artist who wields post‑hardcore guitars, trap drum kits, and folk strings into cinematic songs about myth, memory, and resistance. If AI is a tool, he’s the smith. Shaping the models like they are familiars, yet never letting them drive.
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Quick Proof
Quick Proof
- 50 k+ organic streams across 100 self‑released tracks (Mar 2024 – Jul 2025) with an evolving narrative and recurring characters.- Strand Capitol “Artist of the Year” (2014)- Projects: 5.ENTA (fracture), XIII.onty (coronation), MEN IN DIR3 T1GHTS (aftermath)
Optional Lore for the Dedicated
Construct: Heir Monty: the cracked source; a bardic golem packed with phylacteries, masks, echoes.Every track is a séance; every export a battlefield where agency and entropy wrestle to speak.
• Heir - Unseelie Dandelion Prince, teeth and tenderness.
Featured Track: "The Hall Recalls Better Than I Do"
• Hastur - glitch‑born trickster, entropy’s whisper.
Featured Track: "Threads of the Yellow Sign"
• Barca - oath‑bound revenant, siren of buried songs.
Featured Track: "maLadIEs'"
7UCKY, the Triptych Lich; static canon will.
Featured Track: "Dance Like Alternate"
Sound & Process
I cut my teeth on stage performing and directing musical theater, and rocking out in blackout basements. Acting, singing, writing, and directing at New Hope Academy Charter School of the Performing Arts, winning Strand Capitol’s “Artist of the Year,” then directing fringe theatre that swapped prosceniums for warehouse scaffolds. Fifteen years of gigs, scripts, and studio all nighters taught me one religion: art.Production ethic – curation over convenience. I mix sound design in house so the fingerprints stay mine. Nothing leaves the forge until it survives a blind A/B against the basement speakers that raised me.AI Stance
I’ve used AI since college of 2015. Not as autopilot, but as ensemble. Each model is a familiar I sigil by hand, fed ghost samples (guitar squeals, alley static, ghost choirs) or raw language steeped in pit shows and rural hush. They extend my reach the way loopers extend a guitarist; collaboration, never delegation. The code argues through my lungs; I answer in edits and live glitch sync breath work. Result: tracks no plug in pack can counterfeit.Future releases bend the same live wire of code sparks, current shapes, signature bleeds. This is Hauntcore.
How I Prompt & Produce
Most people type “hip‑hop beat, dark vibe” and hope the model fills in the blanks.
I hand the machine a blueprint it can’t mistake for boilerplate:
Compose a hauntcore instrumental in 13/8.
Groove‑driven drums; tight kicks, brushed snares, off‑center hats.
Bowed scordatura violin and mandocello moan; dulcimer plucks tremble.
Swancore guitars and over driven sub‑bass lock the pocket.
Bass is bowed, then slapped, distorted to bite.
Glitch textures; reversed breath, tape flutter, granular rust, smear transitions.
Warped organelle loops, low‑bit toys, detuned bells haunt the midrange.
Archival whisper chops bridge the tension; synths pulse and decay.
Arc from elegy to exorcism: folk mourns, rhythm grooves, strings grieve, guitars howl.
Intimate, visceral, unclean.
Curation over convenience, apprenticeship over autopilot.
That difference, curated knowledge versus generic tags, is what separates a landfill playlist from a forged artifact. After two decades on stages, in pits, and behind boards, I know how every phrase above translates to mic placement, bow pressure, EQ cut, and crowd heartbeat. The model becomes one more instrument but I still remain the conductor.