Announcing the new EP by (a truth called nothing)

The unconventional convention of “interesting” thinking is upon us. The man with the mind of an ape, the hands of a child and the balls of a watermelon will take to the stage and announce just what is great, HUGE, awesome, terriffic, terrible, weak, Mexican, Muslim, and amazing.

OranguwhoTo celebrate the upcoming and much anticipated convent of huge, best and incredible thinking, we will release an EP called The Orange Orangutan’s Revenge this thursday, the 21th. It shall be the first in a series of EPs, which will trickle out of us somewhat often, all with 5 songs and based on different ideas. This first one is a deep collaboration with DJ Bo Blaze, the most artistic and rigorous DJ in all of the European mainland.

This record isn’t about Donald Trump, not really. It’s about the zeitgeist, it’s about the second wind of demagoguery, it’s about being here in the world right now, in the current time, in a corner of society. Join us and count down from five. Join the Deathlist.

Ask Three Fellows (vol. 05)

Masons,

Fresh from the presses! Here comes a brand new poll straight from the gut of the Grand Lodge of Truth: The Brexit! The Brexit – British conservative free-market politicians’ desire for Britain to exit a project shaped and very much lead by conservative free-market politicians in a referendum mostly working-class people wanting less free-market and conservatism voted in. Hilarious! In a delightfully fact-free kind of way. Continue reading

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