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It helps to think about it like this: nothing is! This mode of thought has done me wonders on some mornings...

21/05-03 - The New Guy: The new guy is here. All hail!

21/05-03 - The Mad Noise turns to Brooding Silence: We have all know it would happen. But strenously have we denied that reality, ripe as it is with the portents of things eldritch and malicous. But at last, The Evil bass Amp claimed one of those it had already made its own.

We will never know what happened that day, but when finally pried the doors to the Pit open, from the cold dead fingers of perspiration and anxiety, Mad Noise was but a blotch on the floor. Miscoloured death. Since then, nothing have been heard of the fat strings man, mad noises man, and caretaker of the evil bass amp man. To honour his memory, we have burned, torned apart and swallowed every last picture of Mad Noise, so that the world might remember him to be the radiant and entranching individual we will always claim that he was.

And it is said, in silent whispers, on dark winter nights, that sometimes when the moon is right and the wind bring music from a place beyond the stars, from that dread court where the daemon sultan himself sits in madness, Mad Noise can still be heard sometimes, just as a whisper on the wind, running naked through the forests and hills outside of Skillingaryd...

21/04-03 - Woe be upon us! + Picture Updates: Woe be upon us! We have all feared the moment, and, at last, it came. From the depths of the primordial soul of the great slithering mass that is the spawn of all living and dead, something rose. Screaming and spitting, the Evil Bass Amp again climbed it's way to the realm of the living. And it fell upon us, in a fashion ripe with evil, unmatched in it's ferocioucness.

Except for that, it's just picture updates.

03/04-03 - The Long Night Of Waiting: This entry marks another addition to the site, and the by far most boring news entry so far. Basically, this is what justifies the waste of 100 good ascii signs: update to the Nevermembers page, now including and covering but not quite doing justice to Neverlast, Mad Noise and Earplugged.

I wanted to rant, rave, rage and say stuff like "The end cannot bite it's own tail 'cuz entropy is already there, nagging away at it" and "No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast." but t'is wouldn't do for a site admin to say stuff like that. So I didn't.

24/03-03 - The Coming Of The Evil Bass Amp: Today, while we we're idly pounding away at our gear, an ill wind, yes, a shang wind, blew though the Pit. We were chilled to the bones. We should had seen it coming, for already during the first song, the bass amp gave Mad Noise an electric shock that left him crumbled on the floor. But alas, we did not.

And then, the poster of Mel Gibson began to flutter. And flutter it did, in that awful and arcane way, flutter with all the malice of a thing eldritch and malicious. And those eyes were no longer serene and quiet, but filled with the hatred and passion of a creature dead for aeons of years. We cowered and scurried in fright.

And then, spitting and screaming, the shadow of that hideous being fell upon Earplugged. We saw the struggle, but in the end, the man had to give way for the beast. And Earplugged clawed and screamed, hated and lusted, spat saliva and acid, and began to beat his drums in a hideous and eldritch manner. The music that streamed forth was from a place beyond the stars, in that horrible court of the dread daemon sultan himself, where the other gods dance slowly and awkwardly. Gripped by the tunes of a music aeons old, we could do naught but watch as our bodies played along to the furious unhuman rythms of Earplugged.

Yes, we could but watch as the Evil Bass Amp entered and filled the Pit with it's presence. But let me tell you, we will never play "Borderline" that well ever again...

23/03-03 - Upon arriving at The Firepit, our studio, today, we were shocked and amazed to discover that Mad Noise, faithful bass player (or possibly drummer or guitarist, and sometimes vocalist) and handyman, had cleaned the place up! No longer were there broken bottles and pieces of cigarette scattered across the place, no longer did old lyric sheets litter the floors of the Pit, and now, the serene face of Mel Gibson stared at us from the wall behind the guitar amp.

Mad Noise, yer the man, Mel Gibson's the man, and we're the men. And that girl on the poster behind the drums definitively AIN'T a man...

24/02-03 - As of yet, there are no news, no gigs, no files and practically no nothing! What you will find here, however, are four charming young men, ready to make the journey into the lands beyond the curtains of dream, ready to loose themselves in the fray, willing to bend to the will of the elements, ready to sacrifice it all and win nothing...

...as long as they get adequately paid...

This marks the first publication of Neverlast's webpage. That's basically what the news entry is here for. Other than to let me rant and rave and fulfill my need for attention.