Coughing the Blood of Hope and Love

It has been a while. We have been busy getting married and saving Africa.

The split with Starve was released, finally, and we have no clue as to how many have been sold. Email badgerrecords@hotmail.com to see if he has any clear vinyl left.

We have a couple of black ones left, but still need to add them to our bigcartel/bandcamp. If you want one, email us. They're €12,-, if you'd like a shirt as well, we can arrange a package deal.

We are touring the UK in January with our French labelmates The Great Old Ones. Two dates haven't been filled yet, but the 7th is being finalised this weekend, the 8th would be a bonus on the way back. If you can help us out along the way, let us know.

5th: LURKER presents: Underworld, London, w/The Great Old Ones, Oblivionised
6th: KRAAK Gallery, Manchester w/ The Great Old Ones, Wode, Burial
7th: Leeds (more info soon)
8th: Brighton or Oxford (more info soon, perhaps)

Besides our buddies, we are stoked beyond belief to be sharing the stage withWode, and the other bands, what we could find, sound very promising indeed. I hope they have beards.

For the tour, new shirts will be pressed. The old ones (they're great) we still have are running really low, except for the ones in size S. Skinny people, emo kids, hipsters, help us out!

New record is really in the making now, a couple of friends will help us out along the way, the tentative name for the record is "Self". But nothing is certain yet. Hopefully, we can post some new recordings soon.

That's all, thanks for sticking around.

Take As Needed For Pain

THERE IS POSITIVE NEWS.

Three weeks ago we received the test-pressings of the 12" with Starve. We heartily approved them (the sound is so much better when compared to the mp3). GO AND PRINT.

Well, no.

But now, all the artwork problems have been resolved and today we got an email, telling us that they'll be shipped the 29th of August!

There are 250 black LPs and 50 crystal-meth, pre-orders have started via badger_records@hotmail.com, but as soon as there are records proper, we will make them obtainable in our bandcamp.

So, we have another release-party to look forward to. But this time, the records will actually be there. And of course, we will have our CRY ME A BADGER FEST 2012 at the ACU. It will take place the 16th of September, a Sunday late afternoon show, and we will be again bejoined by STARVE, our Northern buddies in Ortega and the amazing UK Caveman Battle-Doom heroes of Conan.

As soon as there's a flyer and more info it'll get posted here.

As for the rest, we are still looking at an end of the year/start of next year tour with label-buddies The Great Old Ones, so bookers take note. We are mainly looking for shows on the mainland Europe, but the UK is doable too.

New songs are coming up too, we have just started working on what might well be the last song needed for the full-length. As soon as everyone's done holidaying and marrying we will finish this elusive beast.

Bless Them That Curse You

As I said previously, I won't post untill we are certain of the date the record will be released.

I kinda lied. We're STILL not certain, but we're hoping for somewhere in the next few months. For fuck's sake.

To ease the waiting, we have uploaded our song, A Chosen Hollow, for the split to our bandcamp as a pay what you want download. You'll get full artwork, lyrics and lossless song, so worth it.

We were supposed to play a release show in two weeks time. now it's a show filled with friends! The 13th of June, we'll be heading to the ACU again for a show with our friends HAMMERS from Manchester, who are touring their amazing record "Vardøgr" and have kindly pestered the organisers to let us play. Starve are playing too, as are Sloth, a young crustpunk band with a great future if they can learn to start and stop at the same time. But in any way, it's vicious, hyperfast noise that sounds excellent.

Thanks for sticking with us while we wait for a record, the writing for the full-length is drawing to a close, we have some great news when we finish writing, so with a bit of luck you'll be told MARVELS AND WONDERS around December 2016.

Under grey lights and electric skies

It has been a long time, but that has to do with the fact that I hadn't wanted to make a post until I knew for sure that the split recording was on its way.

Still no news.

Erik has told us several dates over the last months, but so far none have delivered, so we'll keep on waiting. As soon as I have a test-pressing, I'll say something more.

We've been writing for the full-length these past months, and even though things are slow, we're moving along! At this point, I'd say we need to write two more songs and we've got a beast of an album. No labels for that yet, but there has been interest. What that essentially means is that friends of us with labels told us they'd love to help us out, so no definitive I'LL DO IT, but at least we're fairly sure that we don't have to pay for the 6x6 feet inverted church origami artwork all by ourselves.

To end it with a little downer, we won't be performing anymore these weeks due to bookers being irresponsive dicks and due to health problems of Stefan. Wish him well.

The Sundering Blade of Bolvangar

This Friday we'll play in a dank, dark cellar together with friends. Be there early, there's a 40-person max. It won't be the release party alas, that'll be in Arnhem.

See you there.

A Starved Horror

It's been a while since the last update, but frankly, life was kinda tough and busy and so I forgot. The lack of push notifications and people screaming for the contest apparently means that no one wanted to enter anyways, so that's cool.

Good times! The "A Chosen Hollow" split with STARVE is due in the next weeks, but you can already listen to the entire record via our good friends at LURKER. You can see glimpses of the artwork there, but just wait until you see the full package as designed by Mirko Meerwaldt and our own Richard.

There will be 250 records on black vinyl and 50 on coloured, with a gatefold cover, all courtesy of Badger.

With a bit of luck, our releaseparty will be the 20th of January in Leiden, where Starve and we will be joined by Feast (Walls of noise, bludgeoning riffs) and Snowburn er with their first performance. But since these guys are local heroes and old-time friends, only good can come from it.

After that we have two shows left, one in Leeds, where we'll join our mates in
Wizard's Beard for their release party, and before that we'll play Arnhem with STARVE and Richard and the Suffering Koalas.

After that, we'll try to finish writing the rest of the songs for the full-length, due recording around June/July, and we'll see where that'll be released. Two of the songs are finished, a third is nearly done, and with two more added (perhaps) we think it's a decent length.

In Summer, we want to tour the east of Europe at least, and at the end of the year, tentative plans are being conceived to cross the ocean. But let's get that record done first.

I'll leave you with the text to our half of the split.


A Chosen Hollow pt. IV

All hell is suggested by a spark
encroaching vapour, engulfing dark
Tendrils of clotted ends, snatching with claws
what void this silence, this absence of laws

Coeval sunsets, enthralling shimmers
of an abyssal recluse, a chosen hollow
Pale skies shatter, living dust of the dead
The burrowing race into Limbo followed

I would carve my own ruin
out of men of straw, lumps of dirt
I was abomination, I was cowered flight
I was the chosen few, I embodied night.

Heartbeats thumping feeble goodbyes
A muted waving to shimmering skies
Enthralled by darkness, accepting the nill

Spiritual silence, talpaedic will.

All truth is suggested by this light
Our entropic insight, a hubristic rite
Mirage of distance now scattered in time
Transgressing the separate, primordial crime.

I speak a world of words in reverse
Closing the paths that my blood has traversed
I discard all loyalty to urge and intent
My venom is utterly spent.

An arena of liars, they welcome the flood
A tradition of tongues, of throats bred to rot
Eyelids shut hard against summoning skies
Their waters run shallow, the dead drown their prize.

Obverse and reverse sides of a coin, simulacra forged
man-made resemblance in the profoundness of Erebus' glare
A labyrinth that consists of a single straight line, invisible, endless.
“My flesh may feel fear; I myself do not.” Mine own cross to bear.

I allow the days to forget me.

All transience is reflected in this sudden end
Fire in the folds of the living pit’s descent
Where mourners glory in their escape from the fates
Drunk on their names reap kleos at death’s gates

Death of the spirit, not of the heart
Suffocating rigour rids the palate of doubt
The one ipse dixit in our surroundings dank
is the clasp of the herd, the writ of without.

A Starved Horror

It's been a while since the last update, but frankly, life was kinda tough and busy and so I forgot. The lack of push notifications and people screaming for the contest apparently means that no one wanted to enter anyways, so that's cool.

Good times! The "A Chosen Hollow" split with STARVE is due in the next weeks, but you can already listen to the entire record via our good friends at LURKER. You can see glimpses of the artwork there, but just wait until you see the full package as designed by Mirko Meerwaldt and our own Richard.

There will be 250 records on black vinyl and 50 on coloured, with a gatefold cover, all courtesy of Badger.

With a bit of luck, our releaseparty will be the 20th of January in Leiden, where Starve and we will be joined by Feast (Walls of noise, bludgeoning riffs) and Snowburn er with their first performance. But since these guys are local heroes and old-time friends, only good can come from it.

After that we have two shows left, one in Leeds, where we'll join our mates in
Wizard's Beard for their release party, and before that we'll play Arnhem with STARVE and Richard and the Suffering Koalas.

After that, we'll try to finish writing the rest of the songs for the full-length, due recording around June/July, and we'll see where that'll be released. Two of the songs are finished, a third is nearly done, and with two more added (perhaps) we think it's a decent length.

In Summer, we want to tour the east of Europe at least, and at the end of the year, tentative plans are being conceived to cross the ocean. But let's get that record done first.

I'll leave you with the text to our half of the split.


A Chosen Hollow pt. IV

All hell is suggested by a spark
encroaching vapour, engulfing dark
Tendrils of clotted ends, snatching with claws
what void this silence, this absence of laws

Coeval sunsets, enthralling shimmers
of an abyssal recluse, a chosen hollow
Pale skies shatter, living dust of the dead
The burrowing race into Limbo followed

I would carve my own ruin
out of men of straw, lumps of dirt
I was abomination, I was cowered flight
I was the chosen few, I embodied night.

Heartbeats thumping feeble goodbyes
A muted waving to shimmering skies
Enthralled by darkness, accepting the nill

Spiritual silence, talpaedic will.

All truth is suggested by this light
Our entropic insight, a hubristic rite
Mirage of distance now scattered in time
Transgressing the separate, primordial crime.

I speak a world of words in reverse
Closing the paths that my blood has traversed
I discard all loyalty to urge and intent
My venom is utterly spent.

An arena of liars, they welcome the flood
A tradition of tongues, of throats bred to rot
Eyelids shut hard against summoning skies
Their waters run shallow, the dead drown their prize.

Obverse and reverse sides of a coin, simulacra forged
man-made resemblance in the profoundness of Erebus' glare
A labyrinth that consists of a single straight line, invisible, endless.
“My flesh may feel fear; I myself do not.” Mine own cross to bear.

I allow the days to forget me.

All transience is reflected in this sudden end
Fire in the folds of the living pit’s descent
Where mourners glory in their escape from the fates
Drunk on their names reap kleos at death’s gates

Death of the spirit, not of the heart
Suffocating rigour rids the palate of doubt
The one ipse dixit in our surroundings dank
is the clasp of the herd, the writ of without.