Born from white-hot magma, Ashes Of Empires was forged by the union of a volcano and your mama. Somewhere, in early 2006, Aivars Mantinieks, Henry Mullen and David Reid stumble, blinking, into the daylight. Shortly afterward, in June I believe, Baldy Chris caught up with them after getting lost in a previous chapter. Luckily, he was able to follow the rainbow left by Henry’s trousers as they pass through time.Ever since, these four creatures have been shy of the Sun, wrestling with their instruments and the odd stranger for sport. Slowly, a plan formed:Write Stuff We Want To Play. Then Learn To Play It.They embarked upon a Learning Curve. As infants, their instruments were held this way and that. Struck, bashed, chewed upon and shouted at. Much progress was made and, as they ambled through their musical adolescence, talk of recordings and gigs chattered at the air around them.Well now. Here we are. They of whom we speak are, in fact, us. When we formed, we played better than your gran. Now we play better than your mama. Very soon, we’ll be humpin’ your mama and you will look on in horror… and yet you will not be able to avert your eyes!-Ashes Of Empires, 2007
