read an intervue with Carl from the Call of Cthulhu in this book!!!
a band of unknown pleasure... they been around since jesus christ had his moment of dought and failed... or at least a couple of years, no one knows for how many, not even the members of the band... they are somtimes restin' in the deep black veil, but whenever they feel the need to bleed they wake up from there deathlike sleep to stumble across the world again...
"that is not dead that can eternal lie, within strange aeons even death may die..." and this winter they decided to take a stroll down the mourning world again to see if they could make it worse...the songs are mostely demotapes that been lying around in dusty chambers often with just guitar, song and a drummachine, but nevertheless a tribute to the great H P Lovecraft... in a spartan way..."If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings... It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence..." H.P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"
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