Something must happen, something must occur, but I do not know what. I neither find parallelisms amongst these old chapels dedicated to my master, the Egyptian connection or the relationship with the old Sumerian cosmogony in this inscrutable circle of women warriors. It is as if they kept out of everything that so far has had some sense in this whole strange story. However, all roads seem to bring me to this sect.
110 KATANAS is already flooding the study boards.
Do not miss this summary of the starting tour Concert that Avalanch gave at La Riviera in Madrid last March 3rd. Group members explain how the creative process of his latest album was and you can listen to Luis and Romulo Royo telling his experience with the band. You can also view the comments of those attending the concert.
http://solmusica.com/actualidad/no-para/concierto-avalanch-sala-riviera-no-para-1
Complete view of the cover image Malefic Time Apocalypse.
Here we leave some images of the work APOCALYPSE which are made in large format, and these days have been exhibited to the public.
At the International Contemporary Art Fair ARCOmadrid 2012 with the gallery Miguel Marcos in his stand.
With the group Avalanch at the Malefic Time – APOCALYPSE concert. Sala La Ribiera Madrid. Marduk live painting.
http://www.cuatro.com/Noticias_Cuatro/Fin_de_Semana/Rock-duro-trazos_3_1571272878.html
The next saturday will have the first concert of Avalanch in Madrid!
On 3rd of March we´ll enjoy the powerful show that Avalanch offer in Madrid, the first of the tour Malefic Time and will be attended at the scene by Luis Royo and Romulo Royo. A show that´ll not leave you indifferent! You can still get your tickets at:
http://www.avalanch.net/malefic-tour/5.php
Soum, manga Malefic Time
Soum. Our new bad girl
The Manga of MALEFIC TIME begins! You´ll know who is really Soum.
Will be realeased by the great Kenny Ruiz.
Vilches-Hatter
- Back to the lion’s den …
Back to the stained areas, the walls filled with gray, ghosts under the cap.
Back in the storm of past memories. To once again become the monsters of the story.
To shut ourselves in.
To forget ourselves.
Canas, Patches and Hats in illogical equation which becomes again into inert nightmare on our hands. While the world scarcely rubs his eyes, awakening from the Apocalypse, three demented meet again covered by the echoes of his own past and the things they left behind.
It is time again to tear our skin. It is time again to sully the stories, to leave heart pieces in the corners. It is again a road that we already recognize. The needed paved trail. The thorns are back.
We return to take charge of our torment, even more aware of the necessary sacrifices, the blood the new horizon will require. We return this time to finish what we started.
There are no lights outside the barred window. There are no windows at all. There are no stars on the horizon or their holes. There are no looks to the south that fill us with sighs, no beats beyond the deep silence of our own beats, frozen in time spent in this war. There are no reasons or motives. There’s nothing to lose, since we lost it … therefore, there is no fear.
110 katanas that will mark the 110 sword lunges to the soul. Each will carry away a moment in our lives. 110 cigarettes consumed in sleepless nights absent from dreams. There will be 110 cups of coffee like raven wings, bitter in essence and presence to remind us why we decided to die in this task. There will be 110 kisses kidnapped, 110 blank stares, 110 daily sacrifices, nothing to gain or lose in the attempt …and then his Coven. All the ghosts and demons summoned. All the dark days and sleepless nights. All charcoal and ink sketches, all the memories behind the walls we erect. All the neon lights in our breaths, all the crystals that scratch inside these three silhouettes of men that not longer are men.
Canas, Patches and Hats …
We grab againg the madness as the only alternative to outlive.
We put our gut on the table again.
We give everything to built the dreams we have lost.
Here we are. We will not take prisoners.
