Oxex Dazis Sastris

I know it has been too long.
We have toured the UK with our friends from The Great Old Ones which was an absolute blast (judging from the reviews in Metal Hammer, Terrorizer and amazing blogs). A huge thanks to the LURKERlads, to Sam of CLDH and Paul Priest, all of them are worthy of your money, booze and tips on proper music.
One of the reasons it took so long is the amount of time we could spend on writing new material. We had been writing on one of the songs for a year approximately, when a bunch of amazing shows came up. Getting back to the drawingboard is difficult then. BUT the new songs are suddenly appearing, and I fell it's safe to say that this year will finally be the year that new releases will be recorded.
At this point, the full-length is the focal point, but we have a split 7" in the works as well.
Because of the amount of shows of lately and the desire to write new material, we have decided to play an absolute minimum of shows before the summer, being a show with Ash Borer and Fell Voices in Amsterdam, and a tentative show with Sadhaka (members of Fauna) in Groningen.
If you want to celebrate the tenth edition of Footprints in the Void with us, you're more than welcome on Saturday the 30th of March. Five amazing bands, a special edition beer and a celebration of kindred spirits.

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.

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.

Hell Broke Luce

Quick update;

All tracks for the split with Starve are mastered now, they sound amazing. This record will be out soon. SIKED. A soon as there's a release-show available, we'll tell you. Chances are none they'll be done when we play together in Eindhoven.

We're heading for Ireland this Saturday, we'll try to take along some merch but it won't be much due to ridiculous prices for taking stuff on journeys. But we're stoked for sharing the stages with friends and comrades in bile.

We'll be playing lots of new songs in Ireland, since no one will have heard them anyway so fuck-ups won't be heard. I things work out well, we'll do the same in Den Bosch.

Ireland, Brabant, prepare yourselves!

Oh, and we're coming back to the UK in February! Leeds is booked for the 18th, Nottingham for the 22nd, everything else will be filled these next weeks.