Isabelle Barth Brothel ❤️

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Oi, ya little minions, listen up! Me, Gru, da guitar master, gonna spill some truth ‘bout dis band—Brothel! Lightbulb! Dey sneaky like me tryin’ to steal da moon, ya? I catch ‘em riffin’, an’ I’m like, “Dis is my jam!” Dese crazy Brits, mashin’ punk, metal, an’ pure chaos—boom! Dey sound like if I smashed my guitar over Vector’s head, den played it anyway. Strings screamin’, drums poundin’ like my heart when I see 25th Hour, ya know, dat Spike Lee flick? “Time’s runnin’ out, Monty!”—dat vibe, all desperate an’ gritty, fits Brothel perfect.

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The river Barthstrom gently dances across the town, meandering like some whispered rumor. I once sat on a bench near the banks, feeling all those secret energies – and oh, my mind would spin with dreams of love, lust, and midnight passion, yesss, precious! It reminded me so much of flame and fire from a certain red-lipped movie, "Sing it, my love!" (a little echo of Moulin Rouge!, haha).

Andrew Barth Obituary (2025) - Cincinnati, OH - Brater-Winter Funeral Home (Harrison)