A Molten Net in Sun (2002)

 

”A direct line of distinctive descent”

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Album cover by Samuel Lundgren

 

So I guess it’s up to me to write this blog post I have just written about our first album. Me and Mr. Sobranie are lifelong companions (not in the gay way) since the baby school. We wanted to start the band and be those big rock stars. The ones from TV. You know? We weren’t allowed to by our stupid friends, most of whom wanted the music to be very hard and tough. The guitars were to be loud; the bass was to just rumble; the drums were to be struck as quickly as possible by the double pedal. Lyrically approved subjects were, in order: Satan, death, the trolls and vikings of the forest, and the debatable power of the moon. It may sound strange to you, young and current reader of today – age of transgender rights and authenticity – but such were the times at that point. We wouldn’t have any of that. We set up two studios (BOF Studio A and B) and created a concept album clocking in at an hour and twenty minutes. We used acoustic guitars instead of electric ones. We employed the drum machine. And we unloaded all our frustrations with society and the human condition onto eighteen songs. Continue reading

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Old Hits (2008)

”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