The Truth Train is once again departing

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Visit Political City; meet fellows like The Orange Orangutan and Frank “Sluggerhand”; see the Eiffel Tower of the jungle; travel in a stream of signs; and other soon to be favourite activities you gain access to through our treasure trove of albums

Welcome. Nice to see you have found your way here. This is a truth called nothing. A few words about what that is.

You can think of a truth called nothing as an independent rock band. Terms like art rock, post-modern stadium rock, alternative rock, or experimental electro prog may be useful. Actually, we are more of a production duo than a band. We play live sometimes, but we usually just share our work through the great collective subconscious. That’s our focus.

Another useful point is that we are like one of those mythic bands that you wish existed, or perhaps like a band in a work of fiction. Like when you read a story and characters talk about this great rock band, that could very well be us. We are quite undiscovered and secret, so you could plausibly have us all to yourself. We could be ”your thing”.

We have new music in the pipeline for release soon. It is part 3 in our EP project. So we’re also relaunching this website. We used to update every week. We probably won’t anymore, but we’ll put things up occasionally. Our influences and interests are varied, so this was always meant to sprawl out in various directions. Lots of the material is about our music, but there are plenty of other things as well. Profoundest philosophy, entertainingest stories, controversialest politics, side-splittingest jokes and whatnot. You can find some categories in the menu above. Try to work it out according to your own comfort level.

That’s pretty much what it is, to sum it up. Find the music at Bandcamp, Spotify and other places. And take a look at the stuff here.

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May 25th (2003)

“And I would even fight God for you”

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Album cover by Chad Fabuloso D’Annunzio

Look at an empty room where people were hanging out and doing various activities only hours ago. Think about faith. Imagine faith as that empty room. There it is, the blueprint for atcn’s lost concept album, May 25th. Keep hold of that image, please, as it will help you focus on what you’re about to read. The following text was written by Jonah Leslie Bradshaw, a true believer in religion. This is to show that we as an atheist organisation are more than willing to allow contrasting viewpoints. Signed, Johannes Dalgren, creative director / BOF Records

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Sluggerhand (2015), part 1

“Frank faces his toughest opponent yet: True Love…”

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Album cover by Adam Sobranie

One album, an old comic book, plenty of important insights on life’s long path. Material collected over a long period in the band’s history from several disparate sources. The record starts in the past and moves toward the future, and begins in the future on a sure and austere path to the past. It starts and ends on literally the EXACT SAME CHORD, so you can listen to it on a loop all year long without needing to worry about the bad thoughts finding their way in. Continue reading

Live in Political City (2014)

We’ve got atheists, we’ve got christians. We build bridges. You are welcome.

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Album cover by Samuel Lundgren, logotype by Wille Westerman

Travelling with the truth crew is tiresome. I am just so fucking tired. I work, I travel, I work, I travel, and these assholes mess things up. Last night we’re having dinner and someone orders a tall Wild Turkey. They don’t have it. The same person then orders a tall Long Island Ice-tea. ”Easy on the soda” he says. He drinks it. He walks out. He badgers everybody to join him for a smoke. No one does. I do though. We go out. He needs to pee. He looks at a poster and laughs at the poster ”Troll tits and the seven truckfighters”. Then pisses. Someone screams. A cellar window is open and he pisses straight down to some sorry Belgian’s living room. He walks away. I’m confused and don’t know if I leave or if I go down and help clean up. I hear a car, I hear a siren, I see a cop. I run. I run til’ my legs can’t carry me anymore. I pass out and I wake up without my wallet or phone with my pants down in a hobo camp in the outskirts of Dortmund. Continue reading

Rope Money (2010)

“Your rock band for the evening”

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Album cover by Wille Westerman

Before I begin this discographist blog about the songs on Rope Money, a few words about the cover. We commissioned up-and-coming illustrator and jazz performer Wille Westerman to interpret a cryptic dream one of the band members had the previous year. The music started production as early as 2006 – atcn always take their sweet time in finishing their projects – but the cover didn’t show up at the BOF Records office until the week of release. Since that time, the cover has been analysed by a team of psychiatrists, who have officially made the call that any possible Freudian interpretation of the painting is to be considered valid. It is a great cover, end of story. Continue reading