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Wednesday, December 31st, 2014
2:15 pm - So. Eh. Heya.
I will be a father in six months' time. I have started a PhD next to my teaching. I have toured Europe this year and will tour Japan next year. I am a very, very happy man. So eh, how've you been?

Here is my yearlist.

THE LAST YEAR LIST THAT WILL LACK REFERENCES TO BABIES.

1:Plaids - Plaids

The thing is, Plaids have been part of my top 10s of the past three years, so to find them here is not that big of a surprise. I have been talking about their amazingly personal style, their mixing of 80's 90's rock and emo, their quirky riffs, their constantly driving sound and their amazing capability of writing short yet hardhitting songs for SO LONG that I might expect you to be bored by now. Fuck you. This is everything that punk could and should be.

Besides that, as this is a highly subjective yearlist (as any), the fact that I have spent 9 days travelling through Europe and sharing stages,floors and smelly vans with them has sufficiently convinced me that they deserve nothing more or less than a #1 spot. Talking with Joe about their lyrics gave them far more depth, discussing life and futures with all of them already hinted at the possibility that this might be their last record and overall, listening to these songs every night and discovering new nuggets of brilliance every night,hammered it into place. I had just learned I was going to be a father in 2015, and this gave an extra urgency to this tour. This might be my last chance, and what if it disappointed? What if I would lose my voice after three shows? What if Bertsj' jokes make Greenberg kill him? What if Phil's lack of shirts breaks him up? What if Palestina?

And then I spin this record again, I get transported to a basement in Switzerland, and I see me and Martin playing along to Greenberg's solos, I see David airdrumming along with Nick, I see Craig screaming along to #19 and I again feel that immense joy, bringing me to tears and enjoying all that I have become. This band was a life-changing experience for me, and the fact that they quit is a horrible thing. Luckily, this album remains.

http://plaids.bandcamp.com/album/plaids

2: SunKil Moon - Benji

The passing of Jason Molina last year made huge impression on me. I had never listened to such sparse music before, and the amount of power in brevity that he possessed made me shiver each time. As I started to discover more music along these lines, I enjoyed everything I heard besides Red House Painters.It never stuck, I found the music too long-winding and it failed to give me anything close to a shiver. Because of this, I had never checked Sun Kil Moon either, which is Mark Kozelek of aforementioned band. Besides that, he is apparently a huge asshole, so why bother checking him?

And then, suddenly, Benji is ALL OVER THE INTERNET. Everyone whom I hold in high regard is talking about how this record is a gamechanger, how this record finally showed all Mark Kozelek is capable of etc., etc. I tend to be very weary of this, or cynical, so I skipped it. But then I read a lyrical analysis of this entire record on some site, and I got intrigued. Apparently, he was mostly dealing with his personal demons and telling stories of his life, accompanied by a sparse set of instruments. Molina-bells were ringing, and so I decided to give it a spin anyway.

After the first complete playing, I played it again. And then again. And I kept reading the lyrics. And so I downloaded it (sorry), and played it on my way to school, and work, and back. And I memorised all the lyrics. And I realised that this record made an impression on me that I had never, ever expected to experience again. The thing is, I hardly play this record when someone is around, this is such a personal, individual record that it feels like betraying a secret of sorts. His wallowing in darkness, his stories about Jim failing to commit suicide after mercy killing his wife, his dealing with the mortality of his mother, these are things that you need to soak up,that you need to ponder about. Please do.

https://open.spotify.com/album/4pC2URLdvle8V6Um4qxh46

3:A Pregnant Light - My Game Doesn't Have A Name

Again, a project that has found its way to my year lists more often than not. I have been a fan for a couple of years now, especially because of his raw noise meets melody-way of songwriting and his inhuman howls, buried deep in the murky layers of production. But slowly the songs changed. Clarity started to shine through, and the melodies became more and more prominent. Normally,that would turn me away, but I remained. Why? Because it was still really, really good.

This year also saw the unmasking of Demian Master as the mind behind both label (Colloquial Sound Recordings) and most of the bands. Not too big of a surprise, but it was a surprise when he released an acoustic EP of his. And again,even though I would expect myself to turn away in disgust, it was so good. Besides that, the thing that keeps me interested and attached to his projects is the personality of it. I am convinced that everything he does is exactly what he wants, and he really doesn't care what other people might think of it. And I hugely respect that.

With that in mind, this record is purple metal. It is slightly down-tuned pop music, with blastbeats and howls, but also with rocking riffs and singalongs. And I absolutely love it. Chances are that you'll hate it. But I'd prefer you dancing with me. In the purple light.

http://colloquialsoundrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/my-game-doesnt-have-a-name

4:Thou - Heathen

Thou transcends any label that might have been attached to them throughout the years, by me as well. This is majestic, heavy and intense. Again a band that has been influential on my development both as a music lover (and musician) and a person.They were the first "tour" I arranged, and they were such amazing people delivering such astounding music that it was clear tome that this should happen far more often. Luckily, they'll play the Netherlands again next year.

Thou released a couple of things this year, among which a collaborative record with the body, my #1 of last year. It is good, damn is it good, but it has absolutely nothing on the force and and depth that Heathen provides. It starts of with a good 14 minutes of vitalism noir, where you cannot stop yourself punching the air, screaming along with Brian's "THERE IS ONLY THIS MOMENT". That is the moment this record drags you in, because this moment is a construct. For a good hour, the band and the listener make a promise to enhance this world. To burn down heritage. To live. To love. To crush anything that is in the way.

http://thou.bandcamp.com/album/heathen

5:Northward - IJsgang

Another band I loved which pulled the plug this year. This amazing tape release had been in the works for a good year or so, so when Zeitgeists finally released this piece of art it could finally sink in.

Northward was, for me, the first Dutch black metal band that left a mark. They sent us a couple of files 4 years ago, asking whether they could play on one of our shows. I was immediately grabbed by the raw intensity and production, this was a band which actually felt like running through the forests with a burning torch, trying to find a way out. It was rough, badly produced, sloppy and essentially perfect. I am happy that the years following that, everything they did was even better.

This is their swansong, of which they played one track live as a surprise when performing as Laster, the'follow up band' on nr. 11 this year. But when they played IJsgang,for 5 minutes I was shivering, dragged under the ice and lost. And that is what this tape delivers. Disorienting, haunting black metal,cold and dark, but with a sliver of warmth there, a promise of fires burning beyond the horizon. A fitting tribute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sDrck0HMc8

6:Fluisteraars - Dromers

The biggest surprise of the year for me. I had never heard of Fluisteraars before, but a couple of friends had recorded with one of the members and told me that the new record was something to keep an eye on. So when it was released as a stream, I obediently sat down and listened.

From the first riff, I was hooked. The sound is amazing, it has all the depth and clarity of a "proper"record, but it keeps a punch and wildness that is entrancing. It has a drive that is contagious and even though it is just over half an hour of atmospheric black metal, it feels like a proper journey through the woods of Gelderland. It has a certain Drudkh/Winterfylleth-vibe, without sounding as a copycat.

One of those records I would have never listened to if it weren't for friends telling me to listen to music.Never stop doing that.

http://records.eisenton.de/album/dromers

7:Teitanblood - Death

Teitanblood plays horrible, filthy death metal. I should love this. But the past releases never stuck with me.I had the felling that they produced everything as murky as possible,so that you couldn't really here what they were playing but you knew they were EV0L. So when I heard that a new full-length was to be released, it didn't really bother me, Whatever.

But then I heard a mixtape which had Plagues of Forgiveness on it, and I was banging my head along for seven minutes before I looked who it was by. Damn, son. Teitanblood has slightly improved the production, and suddenly you hear what they are doing! You hear the intricate riffing, the amazing bass lines which often counter the guitars and the ghastly vocals hit home far harder than they ever had. It is 70 minutes of pulverizing music, and you will never play this record twice in a row, at least not when you want to stay out of prison, but this is a monumental record, showing what death metal is capable of. Utter destruction.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDRV5FiW-Pc

8:Ben Frost - A U R O R A

This was the year I discovered electronic music. I steered away from it all the time, because I was convinced it could never capture emotions properly. Silly Johan.

Lydia and I were on holidays in Cork,Ireland, when we visited the amazing Plugd Records, where Um Berto and I talked about metal and scenes and the standard opening lines between bearded guys everywhere. He then told me I should check out Ben Frost, as he was playing Cork in a couple of days, and he had Greg Fox, the old drummer of Liturgy. I was slightly skeptical, but I do like my Liturgy. As we were flying back on the day of the show, I decided to listen to the record when I had arrived home.

The first thing that struck me as I listened for the first time was that this was electronic music which displayed an array of emotions. Some of the songs had an angry vitalism in it, some of them dragged you into despair and the entire record was an amazing journey. The last record I had that feeling with was Heirs' Fowl, and that record is still in my top 10 best records ever. And I am convinced that this one will stick as well,precisely because the record tells a story, it drags you along, and for me it opened up a world I had never looked at before.

http://benfrost.bandcamp.com/album/a-u-r-o-r-a

9:De Huilende Rappers - Verkleed Als Sukkel

If you're not Dutch, you won't understand this. If you are Dutch, you will probably hate this. But I have played this record to bits, and I absolutely love it without being able to precisely explain to you why this is so. Besides the fact that it is fun. Word gymnastics and tongue-in-cheek stupidity.

http://www.verkleedalssukkel.nl/index.php?dir=De+Huilende+Rappers+-+Verkleed+als+Sukkel%2F

10:Gridlink - Longhena

I do like my music fast. And intense.Technical? Sometimes. To be fair, Gridlink, like Dephosphorus, had been pushed my way loads of times by people that were convinced I would love it. When listening to it, I could hear why I SHOULD love it, but it didn't do a thing. When relistening, I found out that it was the intensity, for me, that was lacking. The punk/hardcore vibe that grabs you by the throat and makes you want to run into things.Enter Longhena!

This DOES bring the intensity, along with the speed and the technique. This is grindcore the way I want to experience it. 14 songs, 20 minutes, a string section and loads and loads of hyperfast riffing, screeches, blasts and fistpumping. The death of their guitar player this year, alas, makes it their final record as well. But what a way to say goodbye.

http://selfmadegod.bandcamp.com/album/longhena

11:Laster - De Verste Verte Is Hier

Northward goes ethereal dance. Amazing record lacking in production.

http://laster.bandcamp.com/album/de-verste-verte-is-hier

12:Suffering Quota - Suffering Quota

GRUNN GRIND. ANGRY! HARSH! AWESOME!

http://sufferingquota.bandcamp.com/

13:Paramnesia - Paramnesia

Atmospheric black metal that shows USBM how it should be done.

http://paramnesiaxpa.bandcamp.com/

14:Nihill - Verderf

Dutch noisy filth, harsh and unsettling.

http://burningworldrecords.bandcamp.com/album/verderf

15:Blut Aus Nord - Memoria Vestuta III: Saturnian Poetry

I waited so long for old Blut Aus Nord. Excellent riffs, just like in the days of yore.

http://dmp666.bandcamp.com/album/memoria-vetusta-iii-saturnian-poetry

16:Trepaneringsritualen - Perfection & Permanence

The scariest show I have ever seen. This record captures it, almost.

open.spotify.com/user/notbot/playlist/7AokKA1F8ATeZGra3Nrgbr

17:Kees Peerdeman - Misshape

Weird Dutch electro/noisefolk. His voice lingers at the back of my head, constantly.

http://keespeerdeman.bandcamp.com/

18:Cainan Dawn - Thavmial

A record that sneaked its way in. Great riffs, excellent songcrafting, proper black metal.

http://osmoseproductions.bandcamp.com/album/thavmial

19:Burial Hex - The Hierophant

Why I love year lists of other people,this one popped up so many times that I checked it out, and I fell in love. Best artwork of the year, but besides that excellent paranoid ambient/noise.

http://uploaded.net/file/j44i1nm3 (no stream available, but please buy it)

20:Galg - Afzicht

A Dutch noise/black/doom band that people should keep an eye on. Live, they are one of the most intense bands I have heard this year. Young at heart, blackened souls.

http://tartarusrecords.com/album/afzicht

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Saturday, March 24th, 2012
10:06 pm - I wanna feel like I feel when I'm asleep.

I like most of my life but I'd sure as hell like  some rest. I hope you're well my friends. I think of you a lot yet I don't mention it enough. I hope you're loved. I know you are.

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Monday, July 18th, 2011
10:49 pm - Single girl, married girl
 I have decided to become an old man.

A month or two ago, Lydia and I celebrated our 2-year anniversery. I wanted to give her a ring, because I do like how something that simple expresses something more enduring. I texted her mom (or so I thought, apparently I texted a former colleague with the same name) asking for Lydia's ring-size and told her NOT TO DRAW ANY CONCLUSIONS. 

I don't know about you, but my mother pounces upon every single reference to marriage, children, love and living like a donkey-crazed vulture. But right after sending that text I wondered 'why the hell shouldn't she draw a conclusion?' so I got to thinking....

And after a couple of weeks, I knew I wanted to marry Lydia. I mean, I've known it for a really long time, but taking that step, mentally, is something else. I have to admit that I didn't decide that upon reasons truly romantic, I know about the value of marriages nowadays, and even though I am convinced that we will stay together forever, I know life. But I do want to show Lydia that she is the one for me, I do want to have children asap and I do want to have one hell of a party. These three things combined are made easier by getting married.
 
So.... First off: the ring. I wanted something silver 'cause I know Lydia likes that and I like it a lot better than gold. I searched on Etsy for two nights and then found the perfect ring, silver with titanium leaf-patterns. When it got delivered, I told Lydia that it was a grind-tape, since I had received such a tape a week previously in exactly the same kind of box, that was lucky. She believed me, for why would I lie about music, so that was taken care of. Now the asking.
 
I decided to "ask" the prents first. I didn't really ask for her hand, but I did inform them and hoped for their consent. I told Lydia that I'd be away to my brother (who lives some 20 km away from them, so kinda not really a lie), and I spent a pretty awesome afternoon at her parents. Apparently, they had expected me to come and tell about my plans for marriage because "I sounded nervous on the phone". NO I DIDN'T! I was really calm and composed. But anyways, both them thought that it'd be Lydia's choice first and foremost, and as long she is happy, they were happy, and they had no reason to suspect that she was unhappy at the time. They had already accepted me as family anyways, so why not go all the way :). Even her little brother smiled and was happy and proud even, and that's really special. He's a peculiar, but awesome guy who plays games and draws all the time and doesn't really have a social existence outside that. But he was looking forward to the party and the bachelor party and all that! Sweet. On to step 3.

We had decided upon going on vacation to my parents since we needed the money for the new house, and they live right at the seaside, so some summery fun could be had. I had been checking the weather for some time, and everything pointed to Tuesday as the best day for asking, not too warm, dry, everything a boy'd need. I knew about a small enclosure in the dunes which has an excellent view on the setting sun while being out of reach of the general passers-by. Ahahahahahahahah! This would be the day.

But it wasn't.

Storm and rain kinda ruined the plan a bit :(. So while my mom and Lydia were dropping small hints about rings and marriage I ignored them and moved on to plan B. Except there wasn't one. Save: try later.

That Wednesday, we went to a really cute place nearby my parents, the weather was pretty good and when we were sitting at a quaint harbour, I thought "maybe here?". Except that Lydia made an impertinent remark on how we'd spend the night (you'd think she'd be married already) which kinda ruined the romantic vibe for me :). 
Later that evening, it looked like it'd be dry for some hours, quite stormy but still, but I thought "fuck it, LET'S DO THIS!" because I know I love postponement too much, and it'd take forever. 

We walked the beach, alone, and we sat down on a small table on the beach. I brought a bottle of wine and some glasses, and we drinked and talked a bit about the future. Then I told her that I had lied to her. That I had visited her parents a couple of days ago, and I asked her if she would mind being called my wife, while I fumbled with the 35095 boxes surrounding that damn ring. She was flabbergasted but the 'ýes!' was fairly understandable :)
 
 
Tadaa! SO! Now we're engaged! We'll probably get married at the end of next year, when both housing and jobbing are resolved. All of you are invitred, whatever Lydia says, and I expect a Strawman Fallacy reunion show at the party. 


current mood: engaged

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Saturday, April 30th, 2011
11:30 am - Put those warm little hands where I can see them
 These weeks have been intense.

My dad is now up and running/panting. He'll be operated on again two weeks from now, and apparently that'll make him fit again. I do hope he'll finally quit smoking. 

My little brother is an amazing teacher, yet his job's sacking him because he doesn't have the proper qualifications. He couldn't get those because said job has been taking up all his time these last 4 years, even though he had warned them about it. Yet he's a bit too nice, and now he's royally fucked. Bastards.

Due to administrative problems with both governmental organisations and myself, my debts are suddenly sky-rocketing. I have no idea how I'm going to work this out.


Yet, on a positive note, Lydia is amazing still and really keeps my head together. That combined with playing lots of shows with both my bands gets me through this rough patch. 


Oh, and my beard is getting there.


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Wednesday, April 13th, 2011
8:45 pm - When it rains...
 My mom just called me my dad is in the hospital with heart-problems. He's awake and stable, tomorrow he will get a heart-movie and/or a catheter up his veins to look for the problem. I just called him and he sounded so weak. My dad was never weak. Angry, yes, but I never heard him so struck down. 

current mood: lost

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2:27 pm - We Are Just An Indifferent Interpretation of the Black Plague
 Hey people. Stuff has happened.

+: This weekend, we toured with 6 fairly big bands through the Netherlands. The headliner was Nargaroth, famous for his BLAKKKKKK METALLLLL ISSTTT KRIEG! The singer, Kanwulf, is a complete ass, but we had fun nonetheless. With all the other bands, we hung out for two days discussing black metal, hardcore-punk, philosophy, but also playing football, throwing fruit at eachother and smiling a lot. SMILING IST KRIEG! Our shows went alright , even though I fucked up the first one. I was able to block a lot of things out these shows.

Because you may have seen/read about the shooting in Alphen aan den Rijn. The shopping centre is right next-door to my school, I go there every week, and I know that a lot of my (former) students work there and go there too. So you can imagine that hearing that news while driving to a show kinda shook things up for me.

We talked a bit about it, but mainly I was frantically searching for information. At the end of the afternoon, I at least found out that no-one I knew by name had died. Later on, it transpired that I did know one woman who was shot, but just by face. Yet still.

At the end of Sunday, I had read that 3 of my (former) students were eye-witnesses to the massacre of 7 people. I still can't imagine the pain and horror.

This Monday, I had to teach a lot of classes. But all of these were mostly spent on listening to each other, crying, discussing everything. I was grabbed by several students throughout the day because they wanted to speak to me, their former primary school teacher had been wounded, and they desperately wanted to visit him in the hospital. GO THEN! FUCK  SCHOOL!
 
Needless to say, I didn't have the best night ever. The next day, yesterday, I just broke down. We had a meeting which felt absolutely useless to me, and I stood up and declared them all to be idiots, sitting here in a stuffed room, discussing how we shall deal with the not-making of homework, while we should be outside, at home, anywhere but here, listening to the world, eachother, our loved ones.
 
I left the room in tears and went home But later, I met, by chance, one of my students near the trains. I told her I ditched a meeting, and we started talking about what's important in life. We settled on passion. She passionately told me about how shw loves sewing now, making clothes for herself and her friend, and I saw her face lit up as never before. Again, I nearly cried because of the beauty of it. This girl reminded me again about what's important in life and what's the frills, decoration, stuffing. 
 
Today I stayed home, trying to relax. It's not really working, perhaps I need some more time. I think I have all the time in the world.


current mood: drained

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Sunday, February 27th, 2011
10:17 pm - People
 Does anybody read this still? No one responded to the best 10 albums of last year...:(

In the meantime, listen to this amazing woman.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvCPfIrqxHs

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Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
3:47 pm - Top 10 2010!
 I like doing this. I've been playing all of these records numerous times these last weeks, and at the end, this is the top 10. Discussion is possible, but I'll probably scoff at you for your incompetence.

1: Petrychor - Dryad

http://www.mediafire.com/?40ovhnejzol

"This is music for meditation, for frustration and anger, for beauty, and above all for communication." as T. says it. ANd HOLY SHIT! Does he communicate! This demo offers a path out of the dreary, repetitive modern black metal, by incorporating post-rock, noise and even classical guitar in an overall pummeling whirlwind of emotion. Blastbeats, solos, grating voices in the background and even some excellent electronical music make this record a promise that has to be kept. The build-up in "Gamma Leonis" alone makes this worth the effort, 'cause it's without a doubt the most cathartic riffing of the year. Support him by making a contribution at his bandcamp, we all need a full-length.

2: Deathspell Omega - Paracletus

http://www.mediafire.com/?mhvpp4mn72k1zj0

The last part of a trilogy, and the most comprehensive one at that. Thousands of words have been spoken about this record, easily found, so I'll just say: play it loud, play if often, be humbled.

O deformity, hear the weeping prayers
Arise from rot, be my child! Be my promise!


3: Panopticon - On the Subject of Mortality

http://www.mediafire.com/?9aviey4omyrlzxg

A. Lundr makes the perfect combination of black metal and hardcore/punk. Period. But on this record, he recorded eveything himself at home. An even though the quality can be lacking at times, the overall feeling you get is that this is someone who needs the DIY-movement to get his point across. And it works. The gritty guitars, the sometimes slightly too loud drums, the singing which at times is drowned in the sound, all of this shows us a man, desperately lunging at the throat of the world. The lyrics are outstanding meditations on life, death, religion and nature. I recommend especially the second song "Living Eulogy", a collection of amazing riffs, amazing lyrics on existentialist fears and perfect breaks and samples.

4: Ash Borer/Fell Voices split

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=AZCMO4A5

They could have been nr. 1 if it weren't for the Fell Voices song. Ash Borer shows the Cascadian metal scene which way to go. They have one song spanning over 20 minutes, in which they perfectly keep the atmosphere and attention going without getting dreary at all. Plus, the raging guitarlines and gutwrenching screams make sure that you'll be forced to your knees in humble admiration. The sound quality is perfect, just lo-fi enough to keep a bite but everything is mixed just right. The Fell Voices song is pretty good. But where Ash Borer seem to want to kick us all into the streets to take back life, Fell Voices seem to say that we should stay at home, burrowing into the dark untill the light will shine. It has an overall dark, gloomy atmosphere which is effective, but the sound quality is really too lo-fi to be enjoyable. But perhaps that's just in concordance with their gloom.

5: Heirs - Fowl

http://www.mediafire.com/?4fwpnk2y71ew969

Heirs, Australian-based post-whatever band, create a mesmerizing tour through an abandoned industrial complex, filled with the remains of humanity. The record is beautifully constructed, with a clear, desolate song to start the tour with (Dust), and a pulverising torrent of noise to reduce the listener to a weeping pile of filth as an ender (Drain).
Added to the "standard" post-set of guitar/bass/drum/keys is the theremin. This eerie, wailing sound weaves itself through the grime and the pounding, calling out for help, for contact of any sorts, for an ending of this torrent of noise perhaps. It is a brilliant move to use this instrument, because due to this, they have a truly remarkable, individual style.

The sound of the record is spacious, the guitars create distant walls of sound at times, giving the impression that none if left inside the building. But the droning, grating, pounding bass reminds us that there is something wrong here. It is as if you can feel the hammering of the machines in the storage room at the opposite side of the building, but what could be produced here, now?
In the middle of the record, you are caught between the machines, the guitars batter on the ears, coming from all sides with both amazing riffing, desolate notes and reverb-laden waves of drone whilst the industrial battering of the drums make sure that nothing will be left standing when you come out.
Near the end, the soothing tones of (Mother) tell you that it's okay, we made it, but the soothing goes on for too long... did we make it? What is this hallway? And where does that door lead to? Will we get out?

6: Thou - Summit

http://www.mediafire.com/?ghfmtty2hhz

This is sludge as I like it. Heavy as fuck, dirty as grime and punishingly grating. Thou start off the record with beautiful eerie tones which get ground into submission by a blastbeat, after which the crushing mid-tempo rhythm guides us through the album. Excellent lyrics (all readable on noladiy.org/thou) and consistently crushing in music, this band needs to get more attention. ANd even though the tempo is fairly consistent, it really works as an enhancement to the amazing breaks and those give the record that extra, emotional layer (Another World is Inevitable is an example pur sang). Astounding.

7: Damien Jurado: Saint Bartlett

http://rapidshare.com/files/372369747/Daado_2010_.rar.html

I love Damien Jurado. I saw him perform in a church this September, and I can hardly tell you how deep an impression he left. When you hear him sing, you hear a lonely man down on his luck, hoping for better days. But when you see him, you somehow feel that he's telling the truth, he calls out for your help. The melancholy, the solitude, the brittle hope, you'll hear it all on this record. You should play this when it's raining outside, and dark, and you don't really feel like saying anything because what's the use, huh? Heart-renderingly beautiful. The song "Kansas City" was my tearjerker of the year. "I know...someday I will return". And you really want him to.

8: Agalloch – Marrow of the Spirit

http://www.mediafire.com/?coy5j6oivb8kmbf

A bleak and haunted landscape. Snow falling, wind through gnarled trees and a dying hunter, reflecting on his life as the cold gets a hold of him. What have we done?

9: Dangers: Messy, isn’t it?

http://www.mediafire.com/?dyydnozy4yj

As far as hardcore goes, I'm a bit done with all the rehashing of NY and DC sounds. Truly original bands are hard to find, and to be honest I'm a bit of a miser in this area. So when Dangers came by on a blogspot as "the marriage between Ceremony, Graf Orlock and La Dispute", my first reaction was "Pff...we'll see".

They were right. This band features the guitarist of Graf Orlock (and Ghostlimb, for that matter), and his riffing combined with the gnawed screams and shouts and the weird atmoshperic interludes gives us somethiong else. The record lasts for 25 minutes, has 19 songs and is an overall testament that good, honest, original hardcore can still be found. The lyrics deal with political and personal issues, duh, but these lyrics are something else. What I find amazing is that on their site (www.wearedangers.com), the lyrics have explanations everywhere, including references to popular bands and newsitems. I'd love to see them live sometime.

10: Coffinworm – when all become none

http://www.mediafire.com/?wnwtgn9n9qt

This is always the hardest, 'cause the last one in the list, well, I could give 30something titles. But in the end, Coffinworm won.

As I said with Thou, I love gritty, heavy sludge. But what Coffinwormk has done is actually get me interested in doom metal again. They take the awesome depth and heaviness of doom, combine it with the filth and fury and alcohol of sludge, but add to that the genuine banging of metal. I caught myself sing along to their amazing, grotesque lyrics numerous times (STRIP NUDE! FOR YOUR KILLER!) and both aware and unaware put my hair in people's faces everywhere because the songs just rock.

Record I should mention:

Early Graves - Goner
Winterfylleth - The Mercian Sphere
Gnaw Their Tongues - L'Arrivee de la Terne Mort Triomphant
Fear Factory- Mechanize (well. Fuck you!)
Blood of Kingu - Sun in the House of the Scorpion
Celeste - Morte(s) Nee(s)


Furthermore, I haven't updated in months for no particular reason. Just know I'm happy, I live with Lydia and she's the best ever and Terzij De Horde will release a killer album next year which will make us rich and powerful so I can import all my Canadian friends forever.

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Thursday, September 2nd, 2010
2:43 pm - BOOKS! ('cause bored)

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell

9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare

15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens

24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy

68 Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte's Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

Not bad at all.

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Wednesday, September 1st, 2010
8:59 pm - Sactionis Extremis
I can't believe I haven't posted something about this earlier on, but: Lydia and me are moving!

YES!

We received the keys to our new house yesterday! It's kidna weird actually, 'cause I'm stoked, but not really impressed or anything. I'm not sure whether it's because I've been through all this before or the fact that I know this is going to work, so why all the fuss, but damn....it's gonna be awesome!

We had been looking throughout the summer, but 2 months ago we responded, or well, Lydia responded, to a site that lets house owners who have trouble selling their homes rent them out. So we rent a house for a year against "cost price", and after that it can be sold again to whomever.

It's a great place, near the city, 2 floors. Downstairs there's a HUGE living room which is really high as well, 4 metres give or take, and plenty of space for the books and albums. Added to that is a pretty big kitchen with skylight and a toilet. Upstairs has two spacy rooms and a bathing room. Eveything we need really. The only thing lacking is some proper storage space, but perhaps that's a sign for me to start throwing away crap. And since I'm a hoarder, it's gonna be quite the problem. Ach well.

We're moving this saturday to
Grave van Solmsstraat 1, 3515EN, Utrecht.
You'll be invited to the housewarming asap, and I'll post pictures once taken.


Besides that, Terzij de Horde is on a roll! In three weeks, we'll be sharing a stage with Liturgy, Eagle Twin, Gorath and Anaal Nathrakh in three different countries! ARGH!

current mood: SIKED!

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Monday, August 23rd, 2010
8:07 pm - I GOT HAIR ON MY CHEST pt.5
Day 5 was a day of rest and fun actually.

We had booked a late-night liner to Plymouth, Wales because it was cheaper, so we had an entire day to kill. Luckily Decy and Paul had time to spare.

We had a really decent good night's sleep. I knew that Freek had his nightly moments of wandering around and talking gibberish, but apparently Richard moans like a horse in heat at night too. I was dead-tired, so I kicked him once or twice, which helped. I showered for the first time in 4 days that morning and HELLA it felt good. After that I got some coffee, so as far as I was concerned, the day was a succes anyways.

We had some plans for visits, so first up we went to the Irish coast. Along the way,  we drove past a haunted house. It has some really cool stories, also involving the devil playing cards with the locals, and we wanted to break in to see what was up. Alas, the neighbour across the street saw us and called us back.

You can't really see it here, but it has two huge stone eagles on the roof, and one window was open and a curtain was blowing out of the window the entire time. According to Decy, there was one light on for a year or something as well. Creepiness galore!

Afterwards we went to the coast at Waterford. And man, I hadn't enjoyed nature for quite some time. The coast is really rough and stony, and it has lots of little rock pools when the tide is low. Those are filled with sea anemones, and when you put your finger in them, they suck on it. Hence, when Decy put his finger in one, "My, you're a frisky one, aren't ya?". But we spent two hours there, just sitting or lying in the grass or on the rocks, taking it easy, talking about life, philosophy, music and having a really relaxing time for the first time on tour.
This is Paul being the king of slime by the way. Awesome rock pool with tiny fishes in it!


We got something to eat, and then we drove to Tintern Abbey, because Joost and I were convinced that Wordworth wrote a poem on it. Later we found out that there's also an English Tintern Abbey. Oh well. It was a really cool old abbey, 11th century, and nicely dilapidated. But we had to pay an entrance fee again, and again we declined. But you were free to roam the forests surrounding the abbey. And damn. After 10 minutes or so, we came across a really awesome ruin, completely overgrown with all kinds of flowers and trees, and you only needed to cross a small river to get there. Or a bridge a while back. But most of us treaded water anyway. And so we spent half an hour, wondering about how nature will retain it's strength, how all man's structures will fall in the end, and how amazing it that this buidling reminds you both of that and of the heritage, the history of your people. I made loads of picture, but I like these the best.


In the last picture, you can see a tree, growing from one of the boughs in the structure. Amazing.

We had to drive back to Decy's place after that to eat and go to the boat in time. Decy made us a really good meal, he's gold. We got to play with his dogs as well, I really enjoyed myself there. We even got to see the container in which the Siorai Ghimreadh demo was recorded...:). Whilst there, Richard could check the band email, to find out that we'll be playing with Anaal Nathrakh the 24th of September! This means a whole fucking bunch to me, I love their agression, their noiseblackmetal and the 'fuck all'attitude they exude. Can't wait!

The boat ride back was loooooooong and boring, even though Richard and I talked for a long time while outside, about, well, everything. This whole experience really brought the band together. We opened oup to each other in ways we hadn't done before, so in that sense alone, the trip was worth every damn bit.

We had to travel through endless stretches of dark, damp and deserted Wales to get through out hostel, which was in the middle of Zombieville, Plymouth. The website of the hostel was the site of the village, so we had no address, just the village to drive to. Later on we learned that there live approx. 53 people there, so yeah, no real use for a proper website. But we were heart-warmingly received by an old lady who made us extremely strong tea at two in the morning. At three, we could go to bed, after killing some mosquitos the size of bears, and with a lovingly mumbled "sieg heil motherfuckers", Boris lulled us to sleep.

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Friday, August 20th, 2010
2:41 pm - I GOT REAL SCARS! pt.4
Day 4 : STAB CITY

Even though I'm a bit under the weather, I do want to finish this. So.

When we woke up in the stench of ferret-poo and man-sweat, we knew that we had to get a better sleeping place for the coming night. But first breakfast. Since we are spoiled brats here in Europe, the fact that we never got dinner or breakfast in Ireland was kind of an unpleasant suprise. Most of the costs made were food and drinks.

Apparently we had parked our van in front of a Subway. Even though I'm not all too siked about the Veggie Delight, I was hungry and so I settled for paying too much for a meh-sandwich. But the coffee, wow. In these isles, they don't really appreciate coffee made from freshly-ground beans, they seem to prefer powdered coffee. And the stores that DO sell ground coffee still think it shouldn't have too many flavour. But here, we had our first decent cuppa of the tour. And dirt-cheap! Again, we went away on a high. Kinda.

Because the last verified show of the tour was in Limerick. When we talked to people in Cork and mentioned we were playing Limerick, the faces went pale and concern filled the eyes. "What time are you playing? Are you leaving before sunset? Or at least before midnight?". Hmm. The nickname of this nice, quaint place is Stab City. Apparently, the Irish army was called into action three times last year to bring peace and justice here. Packs of drugged-up youths roam the streets at night, stabbing, shooting and punching whomever they encounter. At first we thought it was a joke, and figure that we'd have bled to death unnoticed at the end of our set 'cause the Limerickians are so good at their job. But when we talked to some people at the venue, we found out that it really is that horrible.  Later on, a couple of 10/12 year olds tried to sell us coke. Weirdness everywhere. The town itself is really bleak too, drab grey buildings as far as the eye can see.

Anyways, when arriving there, we were told that th show had a one hour delay because the band bringing the backline had car trouble. Luckily, we had a backline too, so that was handled quite quickly. But before everyone accepted that, it took an hour anyways, which we spent kicking a ball across the square. This habit of ours attracted quite some attention again. I got the feeling that that is something 'you just don't do as a metalband'. At least not as badly as we play it.

Freek in style, Joost (far left) as well.

We were added to this show last-minute, the idea was that there would be two touring trashmetal bands and two local bands. We were supposed to play in between, but we were kicked to the top of the bill by the promoter, because apparently "we didn't suck as hard as those trash bands". Okay.

First up was Obscure Essence. These 16-year olds copied their heroes well enough, Eighteen Visions and the likes, and it was pretty cool to see the Myspace girls they brought with them, mumbling along to the acoustic lovesongs. Alas, when they were done, all the girls dissappeared as well. Because up next was Guttrench. AMAZING! Brooooootal as fuck deathgrind, great guys, and I love any band with a pigsqueal. Following the slaughter, there was thrash. Exczeltic was the name, and they were really nice guys, young as well, loving the beer, and trashing like 80s never went away. Metallica, Megadeth, Maiden, they ruled supreme. Especially their 18-year old guitarplayer shredded solos like there was no tomorrow. Horns up, and off we went. The last band before we went one was Psykosis, and even though they had fun on stage, the sloppiness was astounding at times, and the guitarplayers were so drunk they never seemed to notice the looks of dismay and disgust on both the audience's as their singer's faces. Ah well.

When we were soundchecking, the sun went down, and suddenly, the entire venue seemed to empty. All the bands save Exczeltic were gone, and lots of visitors ran away as well. The rest of the people there were on barstools, sipping beer, and that was that. Weird atmosphere to end the tour in, but I do think we put on a great set, even though I broke a string (my second one in four shows...*sigh*) halfway through the set. But that gave Joost the opportunity to tell about Nietzsche, Houellebecq, H.P. Lovecraft and that really went over the heads of people present, as if we were telling kindergarten kids about life insurance. Later on, we got some people to talk about it, but they were telling us that METAL is all about beer and tits for them. Oh well, with a bit of luck, we got some people thinking.

Then, at 2230, we packed the van and went to Decy's place to sleep. He told us to get to New Ross, where he was staying with his brother, and then they'd show us the way to their drummer's place. Well, we drove for 1,5 hours to New Ross, called Decy and told him we were at so-and-so street. He told us he didn't know that street and asked us in WHICH New Ross we were, actually. Apparently, there are 5 New Ross's in Ireland. Little did we know. So, wahey, off we went for a 2 hour drive to the right one. Argh.

During the drive, we were in a David Lynch environment constantly, we drove through small streets, surrounded and covered by weeds and trees, and the only light we had was the two headlights, emphasising how tiny we were in this wilderness. Add to that the soundtrack of Sunn O))))/Boris' collaboration and lots of whisky, and you can perhaps imagine the disconsolating vibe. Apparently, we ran over a cat as well. I was asleep in the back of the van at the time, but I allegedly reacted to that by raising my hand in a raven's claw and making a sound not unlike 'bleaugrgh'.

Halfway that trip, we shared a moment of happiness I'd like to label as "Outaworldly". We stopped for a quick pee, but ended up in a trance-like void. We danced, we hooted, we twirled, we grasped the stars, we kissed the men, we thanked the gods that be, not for anything in particular, but for the moment, for us, for sharing. For a minute or so, we shared a feeling of joy. It really was beautiful, even though I can hardly put it to words.

ANYWAYS. An hour later, we were in the proper village, and afterwards it was half an hour driving to the huge semi-farm of the drummer. It had approx. 8 rooms, and we could pick whichever we liked. And it had proper matresses! JOY!

Good food! Fries, curry and cheese!

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Wednesday, August 18th, 2010
10:35 pm - I DON'T NEED NO MAKE-UP pt.3
DAY 3: CORK

The day started with this conversation:

*whispered* Joost: "Freek, what time is it?"
*whispered* Freek: "half past ten?"
Joost: "OH THEN I CAN TALK IN A REGULAR VOICE".

I know, I should love him for who he is, but still, I punched him.

We started our 5-hour drive from Dublin to Cork by getting breakfast from a local supermarket, and the breakfast usually consisted of bagels with currants in them, horrible jelly rolls, croissants, coffee and something horribly sweet which we later discovered to be orange syrup which should be diluted. Little did we know.

Along our drive, we decided to be a bit of tourists and go and visit something called Cashel Rock. It appears to be a lovely old castle, but since we needed to pay an entrance fee, we didn't go in, because it was expensive enough as it was. But when we walked down, we saw a decrepit old structure in the middle of some pastures, and well, that was old too, and free apparently, so we decided to take a shot and walk over. Along the way, we picked up a smelly old dog somehow. When we saw the structure was called Hore Abbey, we knew we hit the sweet spot. It was beautifully derelict, and we took some awesome bandpics there, which'll follow soon. The dog pissed on every gravestone it saw, and so we decided to go away as soon as possible. But still, it had a decent creepy vibe to it.

When we arrived at Cork, the first thing that we noticed was the hordes of hipster-kids. Too many kids with weird hair-colours and guyliner, so we knew we'd get lucky tonight. But since we were early, we first played football with some local kids. One of them was a small boy which was teased by some of the kids, and even though we didn't really WANT to play with him, we couldn't get it passed our hearts to tell him to bugger off. He seemed really thankful for treating him decently, and the girls really couldn't seem to grasp why we would even TRY to treat him like a proper human being, so it served them right to be harassed by Joost's Cthulu-esque screams of affection.

Showtime!

The Quad took some time to find, but it's a really awesome place to play at, a small venue without a stage, and lots of people involved that really want to have a good time!

First up was Council of Tanaith, a proper old-school doom band. Nice Candlemass-vibes, and decent guys, good way to start the evening. Next was Siorai Gheimriadh again. And even though it still breaks my heart I can't get the spelling right, THEY SLAYED! The sound was spot-on for them, and the meandering noise riffs really grasped the attention. Awesome, awesome guys, raging, raging music.

This was the first night I really thought we had a proper set. The crowd, 100ish people, really seemed to enjoy themselves, and when we were done with our standard set (FYI: Prometheans, Roots of Doomsday Anxiety, Non Timetis Messor, Vertigo- the Mithraic ritual, Contre le monde, contre la vie) they actually cheered us on and asked for another song. Even though the song wasn't really finished yet, we played A Marriage of Flesh and Air, and that really went down well too! Safe to say, we ended on a high.

After the show, we talked with lots of people, and got to know another Dutch guy, Kevin. He got us into the only scary part of the tour. When we stood outside of the venue, some drugged-up guys walked past and bumped into Freek and Kevin. Freek let is pass, but Kevin started shouting out them. One of the druggies turned around, grabbed a bottle, broke it on the sidewalk, and came for us. "Luckily" he didn't stab any one, but he threw it at us, mildly injuring Freek who got hit by a piece of glass just above the eye. The police and two bouncers come to the rescue and took the guys down, but damn...it could have ended ugly.

At 0200, when we were drunk and rich, we were shown our sleeping place for the night, again somewhere where the original inhabitants left us for the night. As sweet as they were, as filthy their apartment reeked of ferret, which they had walking around there, and crapping around too. But hey, we're a rock band man, fuck it! All of us dropped off within hal an hour of arrival, happy, whiskied up and full of memories of awesomeness.

Joost siegs an abbey.


Boris knows his merch

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Tuesday, August 17th, 2010
1:12 pm - I AM GOING TO MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE TO YOU PT. 2
Day 2! Dublin

The next morning, we were awoken by Joost´s screeching. Apparently, the bastard is awake everyday around 9, so no rest on tour for us. He tends to make Cthulu-sounds to achieve maximum waking-result. I promised Daniel to let him impregnate me, so when he was in bed I climbed in and crawled all through his amazing hordes of hair. Alas, no picture, bu the memory remains.

We had to leave quite quickly, ´cause we needed to take the ferry in Holycross in Wales to get to Dublin in time. It was a 3,5 hour boating trip. We arrived at the port quite soon, so we got our football out and went to the village to try to get some fun. Alas. It was one of the bleakest towns I´ve ever seen, so we ended up in a bar, drinking our first Guiness around 1300 hours.  The fun thing was that you had a modern day jukebox, but besides Beatles and Bob Dylan, we didn´t play much. Afterwards, we walked to the van and were warmly greeted by 20something Japanese Christians, singing songs of praise. Weird picture.

The boatride was long and dull, and nothing much happened. Joost was listening to Game of Thrones´ ebook, Demian was reading The Game, trying to get some ideas, Stefan was reading something by either Boyd Rice or another neo-folker, Boris was around somewhere calling girls, And  the rest of us was plainly bored. Freek could get some sleep, Richard and I just talked a bit. My on-board meal was chips in gravy, that was all the vegetarian stuff they had. :(.- Yet, not too bad actually. The one note-worthy occurence: we, as a band, tend to sieg heil or make Cthulu sounds a lot. Not sure why, but oh well. When Joost went to the toilets, a small girl waved at him, and he made pincers of his hands, looked at her, and went "Nyyhhjjjaaarrhhjtjjhharr" in a high-pitched voice. Luckily the girl laughed and her dad (6ft6, 6ft wide)was just flustered, but damn. The rest of the week, we did that to everyone we met, as well as performing Nyarlatotep-initiation rites and awkaward dances for everyone around us.

On arriving in Dublin, we had half an hour to get to the Pint. Traffic jams aside, we got there and started unloading our crap. We were taken in by Niall who was the boss that evening, because Steve, who originally booked the show, had another gig in Dublin. A band called Divisions Ruin had their farewell gig because one of their members went off to America. Hence, hardly anyone came to the show. This story was told to us approximately 23745757 times, 100000 of which by a drugged-up Steve. But the venue was gorgeous. Old-school interior, low ceiling, burgundy walls. When the 10th paying customer was there, we started the evening.

Luxury Mollusc was up first. Really decent ambient noise, kinda like Aethenor. Sweet guy as well. Afterwards was Rites, sludgy crusty hardcore, nice, but not that special. Then came Siorai Ghrimraidh, our touring-buddies for the next days. They were awesome guys, and the music was excellent as well. A mixture of Buried at Sea and Striborg with some Neurosis-vibes. LIKE! Next band was On Pain Of Death, and they SLAYED. Khanate-sludge. Heavy as hell.

When we started to play, only the bands were still there save one and 10 paying guys. Ah well. We still put down a decent set I think, people were really siked afterwards, the sound was good on stage and we generally agreed that we had a good kick-off of the tour.

Steve was supposed to give us a sleeping place, but he kinda figured that Niall would do that, and Niall thought otherwise. Nice. After some calling, Steve came to get us form the venue and told us we could go to the party as well! Well, sure! It was in an upper-class neighbourhood, in a villa filled with crusties. WEIRD! But beer and whisky eveywhere, made some new acquaintances, met friends of old and danced to Bon Jovi with a drunk guy filled with black marker tattoos. Afterwards, Steve dropped us off at his place to sleep, saying he wouldn´t be back, so please just lock the door. The amount of trust given to us was really awesome, I still think. Steve was a good guy, and at 4:30, we could kinda fall asleep.

 The Pint, inside
 
 Freek is not impressed by the Mollusc

 The hills are alive with the sound of Satan

 

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Monday, August 16th, 2010
12:47 pm - I KNOW KARATE, VOODOO TOO! pt. 1
Last week, I returned from two weeks of amazingness. One week with Lydia in Edinburgh, One week with the band touring the UK and Ireland. Since Lydia always makes unforgettable documents of every trip we make, I'll now try to type out a tour-report, with all the saucy bits.
The first day of tour started with a big yet manly hug from Daniel. We stayed at his and Sacha's place, and we had a good, hearty meal first. One of little this tour. We then went to the practice space of Hammers (www.myspace.com/hammers625) where we were going to play. The venue is about 12 square metres, maybe less, so I was stoked. 
The first band to play was Nasdaq. They play an awesome kind of metallic post-rock, not unakin to Russian Circles. Their guitar-player Medium Dan (formerly known as Tall Dan) is a really cool guy as well, and as said, their music is really good. Second band was Pine Barrens, and they play an AWESOME mixture of Hewhocorrupts, Entombed and Converge-like chaos, with a singer that screams out lungs and intestines. EXCELLENT. Their bassplayer had a 5-string bass with just 4 strings on it. We thought it was to make a point, later we learned that he had forgotten to put on a new string after he borke one the week before. PUNK.
Then we were up. At that point, there were (someone counted) some 40 people plus band in that small space. So the heat was fairly unbearable, and sweat was already pouring from the walls. We raged through the set, and damn, what a show. We were all stuffed around Richard's drumkit, couldn't really move, so I was banging my head up to 1 cm from one of his cymbals, Demian was constantly avoiding my bass and Joost had a strip of some 50 cm in front of the drumkit to stroll around. But people were crowdsurfing, Rambo as well, 2 litre bottles of cider were passed around and the general feel was one of invincibility.
Afterwards, we drank some whisky and hung out a Daniel's before going to sleep in their livingroom.

An excellent start.

Tomorrow, day 2! (so I can keep your attention)

Pic of the day: Demian and me and 3644 litres of sweat

 


current mood: cheerful

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Thursday, June 24th, 2010
11:20 pm - Day 30 - Your Favourite Song At This Time Last Year
What happened to day 29?!

But a year ago, to the day, I made my first mix-cd for Lydia. Because of this, I played all my favourite songs remotely connected to love the entire day (thank you last.fm). So here's my favourite lovesong ever.

Yage - <3

Yage is my favourite European screamoband ever, the music was so intense, so heartfelt, and the guys in it were the sweetest Germans I ever encountered (save 1 or 2). This song, according to Olivier, their singer, "has no fixed lyrics. I just think about my love and sing and scream what my heart gives in". How can you not love this band, this song?

http://www.mediafire.com/?ynjnmy3ht3m

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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010
11:46 am - A song that makes you feel guilty

I used to shout this song across classrooms. I love the lyrics, even though I have no clue what they mean. It kinda feels like "weird foreigners with their weird languages...teehee". SO that's why it makes me feel guilty. But you try screaming  "FOBUNGA MOLOKA BOKATA!" and not smirking a bit.


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Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010
11:12 pm - A Song That You Wish You Could Play
Since I started out a punkrocker, most of the musicians I really look up to are punkers themselves. And Rancid's bassplayer Matt Freemann tops it. His bass-solos are so way beyong my abilities that I hate him. Kinda. Nah, but the first time I heard "Maxwell Murder", I actually thought about quitting 'cause I'd never be THAT good. Mind you, I was 14.But still. Listen to this song and be flabbergasted by the amazing solo.



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Monday, June 21st, 2010
11:37 pm - Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
I can proudly say that I can play the enitre back catalogue of NOFX up until The War On Errorism. I taught myself to play bass along the guiding lines of Fat Mike, and he did a swell job I must say. So here is my favourite NOFX-song bass-wise. What he does here is nothing short of amazing. He is far more technical than people give him credit for. I decided not to put down "The Decline" here, ' cause that would be cheating. But listen to the bass in "Lower", goose bumps! All them high notes are bass as well!


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Sunday, June 20th, 2010
11:01 pm - Three songs! Listen or die!
Day 23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding

This'll be the song Lydia and I'll dance to last, just before leaving. I love this song, it's the hottest song I know, mainly due to the amazing husky vocals and the throbbing bass, and the lyrics are so so so good.


There's no use to complain
Or start it off again
There's no sign of weakness in me
Do I compel you like you compel me?
And nothing stays the same
And no one said it would
I would not think of such things if I could...
If I could help myself,
If I could

So put your warm little hands where I can see them
Put those hands on my face
Tell me you love me
And no one else
Or close those little hands
Now they're fists
Now they're little fists

Punch a hole in me with those fists
If you ever wanted to punch a hole in me
And find out what's in me
There's really nothing in me

And nothing stays the same
And nothing ever happens to you that will happen to you again
Or is this the way it was?
Was it this same room, this same fight, this same scene?
With us dancing on the kitchen floor
And the wind climbing in through the open window

I used to hear distant cracks out in the city night
I could swear some one was being shot down
Now we hear that all the time...

So do you like where we're headed?
Does it make sense in your eyes?
Do you miss me, baby, when I fall asleep?
Do you reach out for my arm?
Do you find it's too far away?
Do you?

Now tell me I'm handsome
I will tell you we are really not old at all
There's no use to complain

Still you and no one else

So put your warm little hands where I can see them
Put those hands on my face
Now if you get any out of this
Then that's the thing that makes me sleep all day
And I'll explain my love for you
On another day



Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral

This is such a strong song. It's by Wolves in the Throne Room, and this is one of 5 songs I'll play at my funeral. Every year I make an update to what songs should be played at my death, this is so important to me. My music tells me and all of you who I am, who I was, and who I could've been. This song has both the sad, funereal guitar lines in the beginning and the agressive lust for life at the end. Essential to understanding me.




Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh


I love Weird Al, I love this song. Period. All his polkas rip me up as well.


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