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.
TdH 2014
maandag 9 april 2012
dinsdag 17 januari 2012
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.
vrijdag 6 januari 2012
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.
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.
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.
woensdag 7 december 2011
Between Barrows
The lack of updates reflects the busy times we're in.
The Slugfest show went 'meh' for us, but we received a bunch of compliments, so we're still whining bitches. Good to hear that one listener's girlfriend liked us up to the point Joost started gobbing around. FILTHY BANDS ARE TOO KVLT.
We saw loads of good bands there, but I want to mention Undergang specifically, one of the filthiest bestial death-metal shows I've ever seen, if you get the chance, go and see them.
This Saturday will bring us two shows! Early evening, we'll play Maas Metal Meeting 2011 in Groningen (we'll play from 17:40 to 18:20) to accompany God Dethroned in their last hometown show. It's going to be packed, especially when playing along side Prostitute Disfigurement, Grimm, The Monolith Deathcult and local heroes Entrapment!
After that, we'll pack our van and drive west where we'll play State-X New Forms in Den Haag alongside Carceri and Jesus Crost! We'll play at 330live, around 0:30 at night!
As for the record, the artwork is finalised and we hope to be done half of January. But, well, you know. We'll see.
Furthermore, next week is the announcement of the contest to win the last bottle of Liar Liar-mede, a test-pressing and a bundle of poems by H. Marsman!
The Slugfest show went 'meh' for us, but we received a bunch of compliments, so we're still whining bitches. Good to hear that one listener's girlfriend liked us up to the point Joost started gobbing around. FILTHY BANDS ARE TOO KVLT.
We saw loads of good bands there, but I want to mention Undergang specifically, one of the filthiest bestial death-metal shows I've ever seen, if you get the chance, go and see them.
This Saturday will bring us two shows! Early evening, we'll play Maas Metal Meeting 2011 in Groningen (we'll play from 17:40 to 18:20) to accompany God Dethroned in their last hometown show. It's going to be packed, especially when playing along side Prostitute Disfigurement, Grimm, The Monolith Deathcult and local heroes Entrapment!
After that, we'll pack our van and drive west where we'll play State-X New Forms in Den Haag alongside Carceri and Jesus Crost! We'll play at 330live, around 0:30 at night!
As for the record, the artwork is finalised and we hope to be done half of January. But, well, you know. We'll see.
Furthermore, next week is the announcement of the contest to win the last bottle of Liar Liar-mede, a test-pressing and a bundle of poems by H. Marsman!
dinsdag 22 november 2011
Pall of Unrequited Blood
First things first: ALL HAIL MILLE
Erik of Badger Records, had a daughter, who will no doubt be raised in TRVE style. Congratulations!
Now, the artwork is NEARLY DONE BECAUSE OF THE APPROPIATE SLOWNESS OF SOME BANDS, but we expect the split to go to factory in two weeks time now. Fuck.
This Saturday we're playing Slugfest, be there early 'cause we'll get plenty of time to slowly get drunk and scream along with Starve, Undergang and Diet Pills.
The 13th of December, we'll launch a contest from this site only, where you can win several prizes, among them test-pressing #2 and the last remaining bottle of Liar Liar Cross On Fire-mead, found whilst moving, and left from this small tour, 2,5 years ago. Ah, how time flies.
See you Saturday.
Erik of Badger Records, had a daughter, who will no doubt be raised in TRVE style. Congratulations!
Now, the artwork is NEARLY DONE BECAUSE OF THE APPROPIATE SLOWNESS OF SOME BANDS, but we expect the split to go to factory in two weeks time now. Fuck.
This Saturday we're playing Slugfest, be there early 'cause we'll get plenty of time to slowly get drunk and scream along with Starve, Undergang and Diet Pills.
The 13th of December, we'll launch a contest from this site only, where you can win several prizes, among them test-pressing #2 and the last remaining bottle of Liar Liar Cross On Fire-mead, found whilst moving, and left from this small tour, 2,5 years ago. Ah, how time flies.
See you Saturday.
donderdag 10 november 2011
17 Could Be Good For Me
Slowly we're getting used to standard life again. Ireland remains in our blood and liver though.
Last Sunday, we played in Den Bosch for a couple of people, but we played our longest set ever (over an hour) and we survived! The people that were there heard all our new songs, and the general judgment was that they were better than the EP and loud. And when Freek de Greef tells you that, you know that he's telling the truth 'cause he's the most critical, sour bastard I know. One love, invisible antlers.
Next up is Slugfest, an amazing festival filled with loads of heavy bands. The 26th will feature Dutch bands like Starve and Toner Low and international highlights such as Diet Pills, Undergang and Premonition 13, Wino's new band!
A Chosen Hollow is still being processed. I want that fucking record so bad. Patience, my children, patience...
Last Sunday, we played in Den Bosch for a couple of people, but we played our longest set ever (over an hour) and we survived! The people that were there heard all our new songs, and the general judgment was that they were better than the EP and loud. And when Freek de Greef tells you that, you know that he's telling the truth 'cause he's the most critical, sour bastard I know. One love, invisible antlers.
Next up is Slugfest, an amazing festival filled with loads of heavy bands. The 26th will feature Dutch bands like Starve and Toner Low and international highlights such as Diet Pills, Undergang and Premonition 13, Wino's new band!
A Chosen Hollow is still being processed. I want that fucking record so bad. Patience, my children, patience...
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