KAVE

INVOLUTION 13:20No todos los días... No vives siquiera un instante...y al interior de nuestra mente casi humana, el inconsciente clama por aquella herencia que a través de los tiempos ha sido olvidada. Buscamos caminos extraviados.Intentamos llenar aquella ausencia con gritos y golpes, desgarrando nuestra alma, saciando una necesidad que no puede ser saciada. Yaces tendido, en la caverna que reprime tu herencia, donde nuestra primitiva animalidad es contenida. Nos imponen conductas, ciegan nuestro tacto, sofocan nuestros gemidos, adormecen nuestros instintos haciendo que la bestia al interior de nuestra carne se retuerza. Provoca daño. Lastimando a cada respiro que intenta atravesar el umbral de la cordura. Y nuestros reflejos perecen.Deambulamos, sin emitir sonido alguno, expectante de la próxima imagen que nos recuerde aquel pasado.En un principio no había razón. En un principio primaba nuestro instinto.Contra nuestra voluntad hemos olvidado.Ahora haz una pausa en tu inútil camino y percibe aquellos sonidos que invocan tu sangre, tu herencia..

Kave was formed in 2007, in Santiago. Inspired in Mayans’ vision of life it was born with a conception: remove the old archetypes we all grew up with. We have been programmed to react and feel in certain way. We have been limited in our senses and perception to respond in a certain way. Kave tries to widen the boundaries of metal by putting together several elements from old and new metal and putting the religious dilemma aside but leaving philosophical questions instead. It..s time to wake up, to open the eyes and leave the cave. Not every day…. You don’t live, not even for a moment. And inside your mind almost human, the unconsciousness begs for an inheritance that has been forgotten, deleted through the centuries. We seek among the missing paths. We try to fill that hollowness with beats and screams, scratching our soul, satisfying a need that can not be satisfied. You lay here, in the inheritance repressive cave, where your primitive animality is contained. We are forced to behave, to blind our touch, suffocate our yelling and numb our senses, making the beast to twist itself...and our damage gets worse. Hurting at every breath and heading it beyond the threshold of sanity. Our reflections fade away. We creep, in silence, waiting the next vision to bring us back that past. In the beginning there was no reason. In the beginning our instinct prevailed. Against our will we have forgotten. Now, stand still, in your headless road and perceive the sounds that call for your blood, your roots.