“And I would even fight God for you”
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
Int: Location unknown, Pastor Jing’s auditing chamber
MARCIA is sitting despondently on the edge of a divan. Long time no see, MARCIA! She seems as scattered as ever, and is nervously looking around the small room, waiting for someone. There is a chair for a practitioner to sit in as well as a small table with a glass of water and an e-meter. MARCIA jumps, startled, when PASTOR JING suddenly enters. The PASTOR strides purposefully over to his chair, all the while scanning a folder held in his hand. He addresses his patient nonchalantly, without meeting her pleading gaze.
Right, MARCIA WILKINSON. You are troubled by memories of trauma sustained at the Gastronomy Institute and have been under the wicked influence of psychiatry. Is that correct?
“Give it to me, baby, and I’ll suck it…”
Promo flyer for the Archipelago Man’s abandoned rock opera “Sluggerhand”, repurposed by atcn
Int: Location unknown, the Committee conference chamber
Members of the Committee and various invited guests from other organisations are gathered around the conference table. STERN SPICE is speaking on the phone with wait sorry never mind. Continue reading
Int: Swirling dreamscape
We are inside FRANK‘s green-grey dream. FRANK himself is floating slightly above the ground, spinning slowly in a circle. His face is fixed in a sadistic grin and never moves during the entire sequence, even when he is speaking.
Hode, humb, middle my sums…
”A direct line of distinctive descent”
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