BILL: Drums, Percussion

Hell on Earth was achieved on July 13, 1975, the day MAN BEHIND THE SUN drummer Bill Garcia was born.

Realizing that his dream of world wide chaos and destruction could only be reality in one way, Bill helped start a band that would further the goal of planetary conquest and where nightmare made real would reign supreme. 

Rampaging robots, arcane rituals, walking corpses, and a merciless power-hungry god frequent the songs of MAN BEHIND THE SUN. Others have come before, but the current lineup of members or "the finest musicians I've ever had the privilege of pledging my loyalty to," according to Bill, have come together to make the world as it really should be: The World is a Graveyard!

On an unspecified date, Bill, in a fleeting moment of humanity, was killed when he plunged to his death from high atop a government satellite dish while saving the universe from arch-criminal The Master.

Days later Bill arose from grave. Looked upon by some as the second coming and by others as the rise of the anti-Christ this resurrection signaled the dawn of new horrors, no mercy and a brand new intensity for the collective talent of the band. Not even death could stop MAN BEHIND THE SUN.

With a new understanding of the afterlife and a kinship with all things that go bump in the night, MAN BEHIND THE SUN is dismantling humanity one show at a time.

So throw away your holy water and crosses, lock your doors and check under your bed.

MAN BEHIND THE SUN: Working toward a better Armageddon.

Finally a word to him... he knows who he is. I learned something very important: The most evil people come bearing smiles. You stabbed me in the back, sided with enemies and ran like a coward. When you learn to grow up you'll realize that tantrums and a smug attitude will never carry you far in life.

You tried to feed me dirt, but it's a taste I've acquired. It has been done...despite you, and without you. And better than you could do. They say that a good life is revenge enough. I agree. So crawl away with your tail between your legs, you're not worth a second thought. I'm done with you.

"...Yes, one day I'll return. Until then there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I'm not mistaken in mine."

Rob Szczesney, Doug Eihling, "Monster" Scott Reisz, Dave Lutz, "Little Monkey" Mike Weber, The MISFITS, and finally, "King of all Blacks" Raeshann Tuddles.

Lucio Fulci

Junkyard Dog

William Hartnell

Patrick Troughton

John Pertwee

Thanks to everyone whose ever supported us, in all of our incarnations. You are all gods in your own right.

Special thanks to all of the guys in the band. Without you, there is no band. We've achieved everything because we're in this together, working hard, helping and respecting each other. When people ask me what my favorite band is, I say that I'm in it.

Mom, Dad, Linda, and Ted: You've always supported me, even though you might not always agree with me. Your sacrifices are too numerous to mention, but they all fit in my heart.

To Jen: Thanks will never be enough to show you how much you mean to me. Everything I do is because of you. You find potential in me, and make me realize that there something special in me. I love you.

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