COPYCAT

the ones whispering from the mirror, clawing through the wallpaper, singing lullabies that rot. We’re a haunted circus act stitched from mimicry, betrayal, and glamorized decay. Our music is a trapdoor: fall in, and you’ll find cat skulls grinning in the dark, melodies that bite, and lyrics that echo like a cursed carousel.

We sound like a punk Alice choking on glitter. Like Coraline if she screamed back. Like a sideshow act that escaped the tent and started a riot.

Our visuals drip with horror-theater elegance: blood-red velvet, broken porcelain, VHS static, and claws painted black. Every show is a ritual. Every fan is a misfit who’s learned to wear their wounds like costume jewelry.

COPYCAT isn’t just a band. It’s a mirror maze. A rebellion. A family of freaks.