We’ve got atheists, we’ve got christians. We build bridges. You are welcome.
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
“Your rock band for the evening”
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
”Our inspiration was the dirt, and our limits were paved in insanity”
Dear potential reader,
In the aftermath of the standard BOF-conference and annual dick fest, the meeting notes clearly stated no communication with any potential readers or listeners were to take place about any atcn activities. No golden tombs of internet fame should be erected about the generous and inglorious history of the band. And as such, our feigned heroes went into a fictional hiding with the subsequent result of zero updates here or anywhere else. So, as it is, this spectral organization has been a well-kept secret for many a-years and it is just recently, at a new and much more vigorous BOF-conference (as well as living encyclopaedia of socio-political fetisches) they’ve decided to unwind this complex operation of secrecy and start unraveling the wonders of their produce. Continue reading