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I do vocals in the black metal tradition. Please see my videos and . I also write lyrics. I live in Cambridge.
I am always exploring and expanding my vocals and can adapt to the needs of the band.
Here are two covers I did recently:
Here are my vocals with original lyrics over a Darkthrone instrumental: s:///somaticspirituality/symptoms
More originals over instrumentals to come.
If you think I might be a good fit please let me know. Many thanks!
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- 2-3 times per week
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- 2-3 nights a week
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Wolves in the Throne Room. Lamb of God. Through the Eyes of the Dead. Dying Fetus. Darkthrone. Emperor. Mayhem.
Symptomsthis isn't particularly supposed to be music but more a demo of vocals and some things i've written. the underlying harmony is from Transylvanian Hunger by Darkthrone, and the lyrics are adapted from original writing: . . . . . . . . . . . . What began as murmurs of pain and sorrow Infiltrated, took root and festered in my psyche Corrupting it, subduing and rendering forgotten its former vitality It's proved a catastrophe of epic proportions that I still haven't come to terms with, whether I'm just processing or I'm avoiding it But by this point one thing I'm sure of is that were I still capable of feeling gratitude I would be thankful for any return to the familiar wrenching and suffocating despair that crept into me and came over me in the first stages of my descent For this despair never settled but instead molted into a quieter yet more putrid sort of internal rot Who knew emptiness could be so excruciating Fatalistic and apathetic The drain of constant numbness And while I'm emotionally deadened I'm not spared from constant neurosis Forced to endure utterly toxic mental activity No longer cognizant of alternatives but rather unconsciously accepting, even inviting the jeering and mocking thoughts, twisted and grotesque My mind my enemy, incessantly bludgeoning me My brain abusing me, not just with cruel taunts but rubbing in the salty awareness of their accuracy as I drag the corpse of the past around, long since believing I have no choice Thorny, rotten, spiritually septic tendrils of memory slither through my fragmented mind with sour, contemptuous malevolence A brutal band of charlatans, seeking only to inflict misery Selling self-hatred, doubt and fear to a gullible buyer And so it goes, and so it goes And so I go, trying my best to function but it's like I'm pathetically trudging through life Forever in a fog And in this world, drained of color by the constant numbness Forgetting, beyond dim awareness, what joy and sorrow and laughter and human connection meant or felt like Barely even registering the sound of the echo of the part of me fumbling for hope If anyone could tune in, they would hear the much louder part of me always mourning and reliving the continual death of my human potential I'm always at the funeral
Those who know themselves
Those who know themselvesunderlying harmony is taken from Darkthrone -- En ås I Dype Skogen, my lyrics below: You can see my shining eyes from a distance Witness humanity running down my cheeks Have you caught up with yours? Stuffed down inside because the hyenas mocked you for your freedom Laughing and snarling in their own sickness and fear Their jagged teeth do not frighten when it's plain to see their bodies are rotting Do not hate them; do not let them infect you Desiccating from the inside out, a testament to the consequence of disrespect for the body's needs Their innards turned septic as their repressed emotions festered and became violent stewing in the backwash of the bile they throw at those who know themselves, summoning it out of habit, desperation and ignorance summoning it from their bellies imprisoned by self- and socially imposed mental and muscular rigidity their bellies hunger for softness, for the freedom to heave with the healing of unrestrained sobs, medicine spurned and since forgotten by the same culture raping the earth, destroying the species robbed of emotional discharge needed for health of body and spirit they only know their own sickening somatic and psychological rigidities and the venom they choke on even as they spit it at your feet brought on by the neurosis which society demands they internalize: you are not allowed to cry, for men who do are not men, for women who do are hysterical and unstable; both are unworthy of respect, trust and power they only know their own sickening somatic and psychological rigidities and the venom they choke on even as they spit it at your feet