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Doomsun - "The Starship"

from This Band IS Real - Mixtape by ddb

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about

n the late 1970s, in a small town nestled deep within the misty mountains, a group of friends formed a band called Doomsun. Led by the enigmatic guitarist, Eric, the band's sound was unlike anything anyone had ever heard before. They experimented with slow, heavy riffs, evoking a haunting, melancholic atmosphere that resonated with the desolate landscapes surrounding their hometown.

One fateful evening, as the band was practicing in their dimly lit basement, a powerful storm raged outside. The howling wind and crashing thunder seemed to fuse with their music, creating an otherworldly experience. As they played, the electricity in the basement flickered, and eerie shadows danced on the walls.

Unbeknownst to the members of Doomsun, something extraordinary was happening that night. The storm had knocked out the town's power, leaving only their instruments and a single candle illuminating the basement.

Embracing the darkness, Doomsun continued to play, losing themselves in the haunting melodies they were creating. The slow, plodding rhythms echoed through the space, as if time itself was moving in slow motion. The candle's flame flickered, casting an eerie glow on the band's faces.

As they played, they could feel an inexplicable energy building within the room. The music seemed to take on a life of its own, carrying with it an overwhelming sense of doom and despair. The melancholic melodies resonated with a raw emotional power that sent shivers down their spines.

In the days that followed, the town's residents couldn't stop talking about the strange phenomenon that had occurred during the storm. They spoke of the haunting music that had drifted through the streets and seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect on those who heard it.

Word of Doomsun's unique sound spread quickly, drawing in curious listeners from neighboring towns. The band's fame grew, and they became known as the pioneers of a new genre - Doom Metal. The slow, heavy, and emotionally charged music they accidentally created that stormy night became the hallmark of Doom Metal, captivating audiences around the world.

As Doomsun's fame soared, they continued to embrace the darkness that had inspired their sound. Their performances became legendary, often accompanied by dimly lit stages and atmospheric visuals that transported audiences to a realm of haunting beauty and introspection.

But amidst the success, the members of Doomsun remained humble, never forgetting that their genre had been born out of a serendipitous encounter with the forces of nature. They acknowledged that sometimes, the most profound creations arise from the most unexpected circumstances.

Doomsun's accidental invention of Doom Metal remains a tale of mystical inspiration and artistic magic, reminding musicians and music lovers alike that true artistry can be found in the unlikeliest of places - in the heart of a storm, where the power of music and the elements merge to create something extraordinary.

lyrics

Cryptic windswept, a glass of rue wine;
bow­els, cease thy griping pain.
Not cease to utter: Call, recede
and leave like a motionless ape,
arms toured but underneath the wheels
lie the skulls of many heads.

I waited, I waited, I waited, I wait no more.
I waited, I waited, I waited, I wait no more.

Cryptic windswept, a glass of rue wine;
bow­els, cease thy griping pain.
Not cease to utter: Call, recede
and leave like a motionless ape,
arms toured but underneath the wheels
lie the skulls of many heads.

my sweaty hand.
indefatigable superbly conspired aftermath
desolation to be a single arch-lamp
cast a halo of ghastly light

inflicting blindness all day
as it took quite a while to just overcome
I recall the tale you alluded to

my shaking hand.
as the invincable crane bows down
the desolation around

when I said that ten years ago
I felt a pang that suddenly thrilled my soul,...
I'm not killed yet; I do not know when it will come
But I forbid you, to even try to come along

in a huge pit of darkness, deserted
defile the veil, you don't run away from us.

Cryptic windswept, a glass of rue wine;
bow­els, cease thy griping pain.
Not cease to utter: Call, recede
and leave like a motionless ape,
arms toured but underneath the wheels
lie the skulls of many heads.

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from This Band IS Real - Mixtape, released August 6, 2023

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Percussion and experimental etc. Check out my new project Onkos --> i-voidhangerrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onkos

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