I look into his eyes and remain silent. I know my silence wounds him, but I can’t utter a single word. My throat tightens, my head spins with the darkest thoughts I’d never dare say out loud. “What would he think of me then?” These are the monsters inside me, and I’ll never let them destroy what we have. I’ll never let them out, because then…
Black Rain – Three grumpy men from the North East of England. We are excited to share our debut album with the world. We’ve poured our hearts and souls into creating something that truly reflects who we are. We’ve always felt like we exist in a unique space – “Too Goth to be Punk. Too Punk to be Goth.” – a phrase from a review of one of our early gigs, and we felt it captured what we are about far more concisely than we have ever managed to.
We’ve come to embrace the idea that we don’t fit in to one particular musical pigeon hole and in fact it’s something we wear with pride. A sonic storm of raw energy, brooding atmosphere, and razor-sharp intensity. The music blends the cold, jagged edges of classic post-punk with a modern a unrelenting drive and dark overtures. You’ll find haunting melodies, pounding rhythms, and a relentless emotional pull that we hope you won’t be able to ignore.
Music is more than chords and percussion and isolated tunes. If there’s one thing that music in films teaches us, it’s that any sound can inspire an emotion, and that’s what lies at the core of musicianship.
Almost anything can be a metaphor for songwriting. Prying open a jar of pickles? Yes. Playing Russian Roulette? Sure. Tending to a plant. Why not? If writing songs is inseparable from life itself, then it must fall somewhere between meditating and giving birth, at the equator of zen and utter pain; the middle path between the sacred and mundane.
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