I was in an actual rehearsal room on wednesday. It happened while the sun set and we – that meant myself with two other lads – were in this sawmill in some village nobody knows. Everywhere was that dust which usually appears were people work with wood. Nobody else was in that place and we felt quite comfortable to speak about music and about performing CULTES DES GOULES music live on stage. We did something, what people called jamming.
But would you enjoy jamming with a Mac?
I think it was pretty hard for my fellows to find my music running from the box and bringing in their own ideas. Finally we ended up in a very strange happening and I guess nobody knew what this evening could have been called. It was not a rehearsal… it was some kind of meeting up.
Now I am thinking about that. The fullmoon shines on my desk and I am drinking wine. The guys were competent musicians. But the guitar player usually wanted to change the music from violas, depression and sadness into some kind of modern music. I think the name is nu metal or something like that.
I don’t think that they are any other musicians out there, who ever will understand the music of CULTES DES GOULES. The music has been become to experimental, too obscure for people with a normal musical taste. The constant use of distorted basses, the evil choirs and the orchestra is unique, whatever people say. I was looking for about two years for fitting comrades – I may give up now. I am alone.
Too extraordinary is the music. The horrors are not part of the todays music standards.
I enjoy it.
And I hope, you, my dear reader, do the same. Follow me on the path of horrors, loneliness and darkness.
You, my dear reader, might be one of the outstanding individuals, who might see the same strange light of darkness that I see day for day.