Member Since: 4/15/2007
Band Website: [email protected]
Band Members: ..."THE CLOUDS of UNKNOWING" are.........william gruff--Vocals, Guitars, Synth Bass...... casey catto--Vocals.....jason barratt--Guitars, Bass Guitars, Backing Vocals, Synths, Percusssion and Programming......jasmina jakobs--Bass, Keys, Percussion & Programming.......thelanie leigh---Guitars & Vocals (backing) ......Elliot--additional percussion on Swamp Song....... J -5---Tables and addt'l Percussion
Influences: We were born outta some teenager's bad decision. She shoulda got rid of us real quick, likes. Instead we was born ass first into a world full of resentful rage parted down the middle with the peaceful age. a contradiction, a maze. But like an intelligent domesticated hamster, we made it to the proverbial Pavlov's reward. First from the viscera of Tampa-"Death metal capitol of the world"-alleged at the time. Who the fuck was "Soursong"? A whacked out kid from that band took it all a little further. Who the fuck are you? Goin' to the "Big Easy" to make my name as a gutter-fuck that just so happens to pluck at the strings and slides me ways into hell sans the devil contract, only outta belief that is oh too slight and ability to match. Amazun' what a love for a girl coupled with opiate addiction can do. This would be a lifelong theme if not for a miniscule sanity issue. So N'Awlins played the heart's strings and chaos was stacked upon chaos. Sex, drugs, drugs, more drugs and then the most spaced-out of music flowed into life that was, for lack of a better word, "Surreal". There was so much Hope back then, but then Hope was gone,,,Funny how the past is already way ahead of you, ready to haunt your future, before you even arrive it has made a comfortable nest, waiting to jump your flesh. More of the infamous Florida swamp, DeSoto bullshit, we never are young so how could we possibly stay that way? Well. Italy sounds nice, Catholics running rampant, kill this, kill that, a big boot trying to stomp the living life outta everything we hold oh so dear.-yet Marci, you were always there, never forgotten, not for a delay's millisecond. So we meet these girls that are, well, for lack of better words, genius. Back in the swamps. we made a blood-oath, this shall be. and so it was. Thelanie, mari, etc. the Dryads. We would float the sounds across the water and drink too much wine, who the fuck are you anyway? In the land that Mickey holds we would start our hold, women (and men) against a mythical mouse, no problem, right? So love took it's fangs and pierced the heart of one William Gruff, all over, back to the gutters,,,,,of South Beach-of all fucking places! how does that happen? We just love you M.P., so it goes, as through all of antiquity, unrequited love, the theme that fuels all of us, all artists, always, throughout eternity. In the shallows sharks are void, two more steps in and it's your life boy! So we will bring to you our mediocre gifts and take from you nothing, just promise us that you at least tried, to do your passionate rantings in the presence of another that may hear, may comprehend, may carry that torch....because if not, if your message is never heard, it may all be for naught or it may be for the whole wide world to get it's own ass fucked, we'll just have fun seeing the result.....
Sounds Like: A nightmare that pierces the heart of your dreams.....or ...VERY bad Blues with a smidge of electronic bullshit
Record Label: Decadence Unleashed RCDS.