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I found this picture yesterday. I never knew that I owned a car while being so young! As you can see, since then I had problems brushing my hair…

This morning I put my hands on the first and only album of this swedish band. I haven’t listened them before (well… maybe yes, since I’m a Therion fan I’ve heard them in some way…).

I can’t describe their sound, all I can say is that I’ve been listening the whole album over and over for the entire day (that has to count as a review! ). Actually, I found some good reviews about the band and I will quote here the best one according to my opinion:

Demonoid is an unlikely band. The scene is inhabited by a couple of different variations as far as side-projects go. There are the repetitious clones bent on capturing old glories. Bands like Bloodbath and Murder Squad fall into this category and it is no surprise that the said outfits disappoint for various reasons including a lack of true feeling. Another type of side-project is the offbeat one. Bands like Avantasia or Star One fulfill the members’ vision of performing something different and specialized.

Demonoid is a side-project of three members of Therion, and a drummer, and is surprisingly a hell of a strong band with great metal songs. The surprise really is the nature of the members’ main band. For Therion is a wimped-out and washed-out band whose members were all written off here at Metallian Towers. The drummer is also busy in a mallcore band with little relevance. Then the members fill their down time by writing and recording an album as good as this. And good it is. Take vocals like those of Satyricon, solos crossing Deicide and Dokken (not kidding here) and a sharp rhythm a la Pantera only more serious and Demonoid starts to come into focus. The music here is mysteriously fast, fluid and adept. The guitars, in particular, are out of this world. On songs like Witchburners and The Evocation one hears soloing of the highest caliber. Dokken fans will hear much that is familiar. Arrival Of The Horsemen’s solo is pure hard rock heaven and then comes in a Pantera-inspired heavy rhythm to augment the track. There are songs like 14th Century Plague which come across as filler and the album is generally instrumentally-oriented despite the anti-religion concept story, but songs like the nine-minute long Death or Wargods make this a speed/death metal album of highest proportions with special appeal to axe fanatics. Riders Of The Apocalypse is aural dynamite. Who knew these guys had it in them?

Taken from www.metallian.com

Still want to know more about the band? Take a look to their page at Nuclear Blast. Here’s the cover of their album:

And the lyrics for one of their great songs:

demonoid – arrival of the horsemen

i am war your truest god
my presence you’ll regard as nothing new
i am war your sacred muse
but this time no one wins – you all will lose!

i am plague your darkest fear
i haunted you since early dawn of time
i am plague your hated god
in rotting flesh of humans you’ll see me

i am starvation your doom
some of you have never met me yet
i am starvation divine
the new god to be known among your men

you have forgotten me…
it’s time to reunite

war, plague, starvation and death

mortal troops march towards us
they will struggle in vain
war inventions, toys of war
we’re above your tiny games

i am death your final breath
i’m the one that strikes you from behind
i am death, your most feared god
invisible til you’re already mine

you can’t escape from me…
in darkness we unite

war, plague, starvation and death

I know it isn’t 1:15 am. In fact it’s 1:32 am, but I’m writing this in honour of Poli’s 1:15 am post that she wrote a few minutes ago.

It’s a “must read” short story and it’s in spanish (our mother tongue). I know that most of you maybe won’t understand the true feeling of it because you didn’t lived it. To me, it was a journey to my childhood and the great adventures that I had in it.

Since her story touched some of my most sensitive fibers (yes, I have some…), I’m going to translate the comments that I wrote to her:

From my room (my usual hacking place) I can hear a few more than 2 crickets outside of my window, all this sponsored by my mother who has converted this house into a jungle-forest…

Reading you, I can’t help but also transport myself to that place. So many adventures that we lived for many years, unfinishable to tell… Anybody would envy the childhood that we had. Really exciting! Even I finished writing a post in my blog, with that I confess you everything… hehehe

Thanks for distracting me although for a moment from my many and less exciting activities to remind me how very happy we were as children. I love you very much!

The pictures interspersed in this post are to enrich her story and to get some idea of what she wrote in it. This is the song that I was listening to while reading it, so the feelings got more next to my skin (want to hear/sing it? click here):

iron & wine – such great heights

i am thinking it’s a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and
when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned

and i have to speculate
that god himself did make us into
corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
from the clay

true, it may seem like a stretch
but it’s thoughts like this
that catch my troubled head
when you’re away, when i am missing you to death

when you were out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio
i hope this song will guide you home

they will see us waving from such great heights
“come down now”, they’ll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
“come down now”, but we’ll stay

i’ve tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat
sounded thin upon listening

that frankly will not fly
you will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down
when this is guiding you home

they will see us waving from such great heights
“come down now”, they’ll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
“come down now”, but we’ll stay…

After climbing, we headed to Caro & Gil’s apartment to play some cards. Once there, we decided to eat some tacos while Poncho & Ana arrived. Even though Vane warned us that she was decided to win, it was Ana who took most of our money.

Strange happening that Gil wasn’t the one taking all of our money as he usually does…

Opposite to the obvious, we were really happy of being in the middle of the mess. Our laughs were full of madness and ironic happiness. Yes, we are a pair of masochistic characters…

We’re getting a consistent rythm and beginning to need more distance…

We began by hanging Erik’s bedroom from the 3rd floor of his parents’ house and lowering it to the garage, then driving to the apartment and (fortunately) lifting it to the building’s 1st floor

Then we picked up their refrigerator from her parents’ house, as well as some books and every piece of her grandmother’s dressing table (f.k.a. Louis XVI’s icebox). Again, we struggled with putting everything up to the 1st floor. Have you ever seen a fridge walking up the stairs of your building?

We had a big time inaugurating the 70′s style apartment. We ate some pizza and Aunt Yola got us almost drunk with 2 bottles of rum and brandy. I arrived home at 4 a.m. this morning…

The main purpose of both sites is that you can create a list of trips and goals (respectively) that you want to accomplish during your lifetime and share them with the world. Interesting…

My profiles for both services are now linked from the sidebar menu. Now it’s (almost) possible to know where my crazy mind is driving me towards… If you sign up to the services and want to share your plans with me, please let me know!