New Track: the real children !

With exactly one month till the release of The Collibro, we are very happy to present the first track: “the real children”

Clear lines are drawn back toward the previous material, both in the soundstage and direct text references. Yet it contains something totally new. Swinging up-tempo rock abruptly interrupts the Nick Cave-ish doomsday feel. And despite the cheerful expression, it is determined, that there is no real children! Not at all…

We would like to dedicate this track to all our old friends who have faithfully waited and supported us the last few years – thank you so much!

This is a new start to something even bigger!

Right-click on the cover to download “the new children” for free – and spread the word around!

A Ron’s cross word on the beginning of soon

Along a pondering circle of crying women are mega compositions, slow translucent copper art pieces, remnant things. Remnant couples that love each other. Stubborn and forever in peril from the clock of lamb and cow and sheep and donkey. I lack all ability. I love ability. I have massive roasts in my forehead, and shaking breasts under my shirt. I am Odysseus in woman’s clothing and a woman on god speed, like a chaotic symphony for the proud. I… Who am somewhat still racing a rabbit, and somewhat still longing for the pillow that sprung my sleep trap and called upon my mare master; the tea drinker, the beauty, stem both my feet towards a silent window. What I’m saying is that I no longer hear the screaming envelopes slamming at my carpet while asleep. I have ten teeth… At least! But every time I cry for mercy he just rips out another finger. It’s like he never really wanted those teeth. I have bills to pay man! I have serious fines in my fig tree! Not the fruit… That’s a FIG. I claim all of it though… Still buying time for that watch I saw. It ticks like a sparrow nests. It says hello every morning and calls me honey. I told it not to blemish my friends, but never has it heard a word I’ve said on the subject. I guess I’ll have to turn my mad face on. Real mad… Like a sad, but very dangerous pig, on a mission for tidewater. Bring me my hills back, and take them to me in my dreams, for the words mean nothing. That is, if you are not in terrible peril as well. I have a high class sentimental side issue. Gay pirate transvestite bipolar syndrome. That I will be. Thank you, my mare master. I heed your great deeds, and I plan on investing in some fancy furnace systems. It’s because I never really got to any conclusion on the heat and the cold. I crumble my hands under the weight of a hammer if I can’t get through to that damned stove soon! It’s been irritating me into an almost annoying state. I need to have that cow, and I need it with salsa all over. I have sambaphobia and phobic sandwiches when I’ve got my nerves with me into the kitchen. Have I ever thought of buying one? What? An owen? No… A sandwich! Well… It has struck my mind a few times yes. Can I get you any, now that I’m apparently on my way to the sandwich guy on the corner? No. I know what I did too. You are alone, if you are within me, with that statement. What are you telling me sir? I’m just saying that I need headspace! Headspace! Headspace??? Yes sir… Don’t call me sir! You just did! Sorry for the inconvenience. I have this head ache. Have you ever heard of a head ache like this one? I think so, yes. Where? I do not know sir. What? Problem child… I meant that the keeper always saves a certain amount for his friends right? I’ve never told you I was a friend. Sorry. No I’m sorry. Hug? Yes please. By the way sir… What!? No… Problem beast… Have you heard of the formula 1 car game. Oh yes. I have both seen it and practiced it. Really!? No way! Yes… I have. No you have not. No I haven’t. Let’s sing: “Apple sauce making it’s first retreat, rejoicing from the enormous heat… Apple sauce making i…” A tribute to a fabulous drummer.

Recording madness

I rest my case! As mentioned, the Collibro-recordings almost claimed our lives!

The fun jobs… and the not so funny ones

Most of the time i love writing things for our pages, telling tales of how we are doing, and not least what. And sometimes I tend to get a little over-exited, selling the skin before the bear has been shot killed and well.. skinned..

This story is one of those.

You see.. we were over exited about going to Spain and Portugal this spring, so exited that I posted the news before we had bloody hands from the bear the we just shot.. I mean..the bullit was in the air.. and the kill was surtain! …Then all things evil arised and the world burned! Like one of those gasoline infused napalm fires; nothing can put it out. Lesson learned: never share something good till you have it in the B A G!

Bottom line is, that we have desided to postpone the trip till the fall. That is shit right now, but it will still be a blast when we get there.

There are many reasons for this, mainly our Spanish booking agent got sick, as in r e a l l y sick, and was not able to inform us or to do anything. I hope you will be there to see the show around Europe in the fall, i know that the boys are really looking forward to see you guys!

So please forgive me for promising things I could not fulfill.

By the way… The collibro is being printed right now, as i write this.. Its has been the most crazy experience to be on the side line for this one, there has been so many hickups and twists and turns, and at many many times it has felt like this was never going to happen… youll get that story some day.now all is swell, and the 10′th of april is still the date of dates…

All love!

-Anders

The Amygdala

What a wonderful name for such malice to society. Sometimes the path into the wilderness of an entire worlds decay,
seem to be guarded by conditions so simple, that it becomes unbearable not to be able to break them.
The Amygdala… Read this article and imagine what the world would look like if our newborns were raised to suppress this chemical suicide.

Link: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/02/100208154645.htm

Nostalgia

NO WORDS // WORKING TITLES // OKSBØL REHEARSAL/VACATION  2009 // WRITING NEW MATERIAL….

As a rumbling sound started too appear and all the things in the house started too shake…We thought….is this the end?
Sounds, like bombs being dropped, came further towards us and the cow that had been screaming it’s lungs out for several days, like someone was stabbing the hell out
of it…was now screaming even more…
We sat quiet for a while…..waited………………….until the all chaos disappeared…

Later on we found out the house we had rented, was right beside an airfield bombing range…
Maybe that’s the reason why we could get the house at such short notice, as we did and why they let us play so fucking loud…

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Moving on…the next thing doesn’t really have anything to do with the whole nostalgia theme, but just felt like writing more stuff…
For the past month I’ve been soaking in liquid pleasure and drowning my self in artwork and cover design….now that it’s on its way to the printers of doom, I had to indulge my self in something else…“Machinarium” was thee answer to my prayers…this mindpuzzling-child like-point and click-game is so fucking great! Beautiful artwork, creativ flash development and well thought connections through out the game…Tjeck it out, try the demo or support the developers from Amanita design and buy the game…

Now I feel like wrinting even more…so here is one last treat

I have watch some great, some bad(good) and some amazing movies the past years…
I kind of have a sudden urge to share some of them that really made an impact on me…Some of you might know these, but hopefully some of you don’t…

So here is a very small  list (Maybe more will come further on)

Hausu – 70′ties Japanese weird “horror” film, with the most fucked up transitions I’ve ever seen…

À l’intérieur – French ferocious “girl on girl” stab-galore…simple plot…we have a pregnant woman….we have a crazy bitch…crazy bitch want’s the baby….how will she get the baby!?

Survive Style 5+ – Japenese WTF Feelgood film…

Macabro – Italian Horror – nice twist at the end!!

9 Songs – Music and fucking….stunning and intense low budget affair…

Thank you for your time and goodnight all you vultures…

- Jon

Master

The master arrived today, straight from Mr. Lindberg at tonteknik

The Cube Of Doom

Gig gutter!

Backstage, Rust, Summer 2009
Martin helps Jon drink a glas of water.

Trondheim 2006…