THE Gnossurrus (also: Noceros) are a mutant species spawned from the Great Collapse when Big Industry could no longer contain the environmentally noxious and radioactive materials it created to generate immediate profit at the cost of long-term destruction and desolation. Seemingly impervious animals, mankind originally shunned these beasts as living terrors of chaos and destruction, further byproducts of a ruinous system, symbolic juggernauts of the irrational solipsistic desire that certainly brought the Collapse upon us. Untrainable, the legendary irrationality of the Noceros is primarily born of their apparent ignorance of life on this planet, seeming totally aware and reactionary to something invisible to man, fixated, startled by and reacting to something no one else can see. "No"-"Ceros," "no horn," many tribesmen would ridicule them as useless, thick-skinned, psychotic mistakes of nature. "What kind of a creature has no defenses, no weapons? He's just a dumb lummox, ignorant as a rock, chasing hallucinations in his own head all day." When their true grace was revealed to mankind through the vagabond prophet Onomo, the senseless "No Horn," was transformed into the majestic "Gnostic Saurus," the Gnossurrus, the creature through which humanity would again share direct experience of the divine. Via the transformation of how we understand the Gnossurrus and the necessary existence of all creatures in this universe, so was the tribe transformed as unity of consciousness became real.

LONG ago, during the Eocene Epoch in the Tertiary period of the Cenozoic Era, there existed a ferocious beast by the name of NOCEROS. This beast would have been feared by most, if only it had a horn. Because of this small detail, it wasn't so ferocious at all and was at best a very loud complainer. Even still it had the cunning to survive long enough to eventually develop a horn. It even caused the extinction of the Unisaurus (one of the last great reptiles-which actually did have horns). How, you might ask, was this possible? Well, one can only speculate that the NOCEROS (traveling in groups of about five as we know from their archeological remains) would corner the loner Unisaurus and batter it to death with their blunt, fatty muzzles. The only problem was that this left them open to being flanked by jaguaricorns, who loved to feed on their ever-so-delightful fatty flesh. Be this as it might, or should, but possibly wasn't, because you could also say that you couldn't say for sure (but what would you mean by that). The fact remains that jaguaricorns didn't last as long (the stupid fucqers could not ever get it together).

YES, the band "noceros" is going on what will probably be a long hiatus. Sean is moving to San Francisco. Being that none of us want to stop doing this and working within this style, we had to come to a resolution. We are dorkier than Rush fans and much more creative. So, there exists a possibility for multiple noceros bands. The spellings will be different, and they will most likely sound different from each other, but they will continue to perpetuate the myth of this beast and its history. Some ideas include "nasaurus", "gnoceros", "the noceros", "anoceros", etc. The name "noceros" will only be used again when we reunite. Stay tuned to be confused. We can't wait to read about this shit on wikipedia.

YOU can now buy our CDs on the merchandise page. Sam Cobean has joined forces with the remaining tribesmen in Santa Fe and is working on new material under the guise of GNOSSURRUS. James headed south on his sebatical into the cave known as ANOCEROS. On the other side of the great mountains, against the sea in a foggy bay, Sean cultivates a new principle called, THE NOCEROS.