Unsigned Band of the Week: Chaos Empire
Band: Chaos Empire
Genre: Thrash Metal
From: Medicine Hat, AB
Sounds like: The classics. These boys don’t mince about drawing their influence from all the bands that got thrash going, especially the Big 4. They also have a pretty distinct punk vibe to their sound as well.
Links: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Chaos-Empire/471786766216637, http://www.reverbnation.com/chaosempire, http://chaosempire.bandcamp.com/, https://twitter.com/ChaosEmpireBand
Why like Chaos Empire: These guys remind me a lot of Arsenal here in Calgary in the way that they really are just a straight up revival group. That being said, they’re a talented bunch of dudes and really fun to hangout with. Also, my own band will be doing a tour with them in June it looks like, so catch up on these guys and be ready for us when we roll through town.
Note: This is my second re-vision of my creative writing story that I’m handing in tomorrow. It’s been cleaned up and some details were changed per some suggestions. Please feel free to leave more feedback.
November 3rd, 2013
It’s been a full week now since the initial decision to embark on this unholy mission and I already fear that I’m coming undone. The ancient and abhorrent texts that I have collected through this life have done nothing but point in every different direction imaginable, making the readings almost indiscernible for the transcriber.
Fortunately, it would appear that time is not of the essence.
The supreme, unhallowed being that will eventually be conjured forth in the very rooms of this house will no doubt seek to reward a hard effort as opposed to punishing a less timely execution.
Ah, execution. A lovely word; and one I’ll grow quite accustomed to if I there will be any hope of developing any sort of progress.
But more on that later. There’s still much to be done before acquiring the first test subject.
November 5th, 2013
I have collected the majority of my notes and writings in preparation for the rituals and filed them accordingly along the far wall in the basement. These past two days have been more an exercise in discipline than a quest for knowledge, but that will all change now that the main chamber is complete.
I spared no expense, and I suspect that Teradusiel will have expected no less.
The sealed entry was the only real problem, as was concealing it to the various guests that frequent the upstairs level during the day. Not by my own admission, of course, but because it’s necessary to keep this plan, this room and my intentions as shadowed as possible, lest someone discover this shrine to madness.
Once past the door, you must venture down the stairs and through the long, barren hallway to get a glimpse of the real art and beauty that has been constructed. A real labor of love.
The room, which had been never really been further developed, was large and open; with entirely concrete walls that were perfect for preventing any sort of escape. One small, inadequate window let some sun peek through on the higher part of the southeast corner, but I had since boarded it up with some plywood.
Featured at the far end of the room is the monument to my master, which was less of a necessity and more of an obligation. The human sized depiction of his corporeal being was there to serve as a reminder to not only myself, but to anyone lucky enough to grace this room and be a part of his summoning, that this was all part of the plan. We’re all destined for greatness.
The bronzed statue overlooks a large stone tablet that lay perpendicular to the ground, but slightly risen to waist level for access purposes. At each corner of the tablet are 4ft tall wooden towers with rope retracting pulley systems at the top, which were installed on the premise of displaying a subject’s form across the tablet and restricting movement of any kind.
Surrounding the room, a myriad of bookshelves, toolboxes and drawers containing everything that will be needed in the coming days. I’ll admit, I haven’t felt excitement like this for quite some time.
November 6th, 2013
It just occurred to me that I had completely forgotten to chronicle my motive as to why this is happening now when, really, it should have happened a long time ago when my initial infatuation with Teradusiel had originally planted its seeds. The original date escapes me, but it was when I was very young.
People that know me (and I write that word in the loosest possible context), know that I’ve always been a reader. As a child, more hours were spent browsing the seemingly endless pages of the local library than were ever spent playing with friends.
It was there, in the library, that I would read texts and books of all kinds, but especially ones that focused on the demons and monsters of the occult. In those pages contained the very first image that I had ever seen of Teradusiel and it was something awesome to behold.
The book described the demon’s immense power and how it could be granted through, essentially, merging yourself and it into one supreme being. Inheriting all of it’s strengths and abandoning all of your own humanly weaknesses.
What became of that text is unknown to me. Shortly after I had first laid eyes on it, that book, along with all the other informative books about the underworld, disappeared from the library all together.
November 7th, 2013
The first night of testing did not go as smoothly as was originally planned, but one must move on and learn from their mistakes.
To start off, luring a subject into the chamber proved to be more of difficulty than was originally anticipated, as it involved waiting outside of a nearby bar for an ungodly amount of time. Eventually though, I was fortunate to catch one of the drunken patrons in a stupor as she tried to stumble home, away from her group of friends.
All it took was a heavy dose of an ether-soaked rag to numb her senses enough to the point of blacking out. The drug itself wouldn’t do enough damage the kill the girl, which was an essential part of making this turn out right. After that, it was easy to load her unconscious body into the back of the van and carry her into the basement.
Her freshness was still preserved and any fears I had for the contrary were put at ease when her screams pierced through the room as she awoke several hours later, chained to the tablet. Little did she know that she was being prepared for my own ingestion.
Many of the texts speak of conjuring forth demons through the practice of human consumption as a form of ritual sacrifice, so it seemed like a natural place to begin. Unfortunately, I am no surgeon, so it was of the most importance to obtain outside guidelines in the form of Butchering the Human Carcass for Consumption, a rare and feared book that I had traded for on a European expedition many years ago.
Clad in my masters black ceremonial servant robes, I carried out several of the instructions with a long, serrated, sacrificial knife. However, ending the girl’s life before the preparation took nothing more than a handful of well-placed blows with a hammer that I had taken from the garage. The ensuing mess from the partially caved in skull was less than surprising, leaving flecks of blood all across the wall and monument and cementing the sickening sucking sound of mushed brain matter within my ears. Her main lifeforce leaked and pooled on the floor, with the occasional bits of brain floating around like stray driftwood in an empty lake.
This was part of the draining process, and was furthered by raising the body from the legs with each tower at bottom of the tablet. Then I made an ear-to-ear incision with the knife, letting her bleed out into a large, empty bucket.
“When the bleeding slows, preparation for decapitation can be started. Continue the cut to the throat around the entire neck, from the jawline to the back of the skull. Once muscle and ligament have been sliced away, the head can be cleanly removed by gripping it on either side and twisting it off, separation occurring where the spinal cord meets the skull”
As you can imagine, it was nothing short of nuisance for a first timer, and it didn’t get any less complicated through the skinning, gutting, or quartering. Once properly prepared, the meaty cutlets that we’re cut from her calves were then marinated and cooked in a delicious blend of spices that perhaps, although I can’t recall exactly, I saw on a cooking show somewhere. It was delightful.
Human meat, as previously speculated by my murderous predecessors, tastes very similar to pork. It was of no surprise that was much leftover, so I’ve taken the care of packaging and freezing the majority of the it while giving the rest of it to the neighbor’s mangy dog.
Unfortunately, Teradusiel deemed this particular effort as unfit a scenario for conjuring forth. Though it shall be no deterrent. There’s no turning back now.
November 9th, 2013
Panic. It crept on me in rising waves when the sudden stench of that putrid girl started rising through to the top floor of the house. Her teeth, bones and hair were not dissolving at the rate that was advertised, and now the entire plan is in jeopardy.
I had cancelled the rest of this week’s day plans at the behest of my acquaintances with the explanation that work was really starting to pile-up. Fools. The only real work that matters was the task at hand.
Only now, after coating the entire basement in a plethora of cleaning chemicals and dissolvent, is the smell starting to dissipate. I can only hope that no curious soul will venture around this place for a few more days.
November 12th, 2013
The Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, while listing every incomporable evil power in my master’s history, offers a great and limitless history in the ways of summoning spells and rituals, and was the basis of tonight’s subject.
The texts often speak of a fire lighted ritual, accompanied by an incessant chanting as one of the black art’s mainstays and, thusly, I realized that my futile attempt at the sacrifice without the aforementioned backdrop was an exercise in worthlessness. It is unfortunate, however, that there is no one within my knowing who is worthy enough to bring in for the cause.
I’ve taken the liberty of pre-recording the chant myself.
Angelus fornicem, angelus tenebrarum, commoda mihi lumen tuum, funera per velamen usque in caelum oculis habemus.
It’s through these words that my ascension to the realm of Teradusiel will come to fruition. How many possibilities can there possibly be? Does every hack with a pen who has ever put any occult notion to page have some sort of significant lead? If so, this will take much longer than expected and the chance of getting caught by outside forces will rise exponentially.
November 13th, 2013
That bitch. Her constant screaming and thrashing must have been the root cause of this mistrial.
And her pleading. Why do they always plead and not accept their fate as being part of something bigger?
“PLEASE!” she shrieked.
“YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS!”
Of course I have to do this. To paint this vulgar picture of darkness spawned. The map of scars that were carved with the utmost care won’t go unrecognized, and neither will your death throes that were let out when I plunged my blade deep within your chest, cutting and gnawing at the cage shielding your heart. No amount of begging or bone will keep me from it.
November 19th, 2013
Anton LaVey was an idiot.
I’ve spent almost a week sifting through his pathetic work in The Satanic Bible, only to confirm that all my initial assumptions about the man were correct. Essays and observations about the betterment of oneself through total selfishness without ever giving in to any sort of higher power.
Which really isn’t any form of transcendence at all.
He was nothing more than a cheap, watered down version of Aleister Crowley, the pioneer of dark arts himself. But even his efforts did little but portray the image as some sort of lecherous rockstar.
It’s a pity, because he really deserved a better fate.
November 26th, 2013
Nothing works. Nothing will ever seem to fucking work. There’s been too much put into this now with absolutely no positive to come from it. I can’t sleep anymore. I can’t eat anymore. They must be close to putting this all away now. There’s no possible way they can’t smell this horror show from down the street.
And yet, there is still an urge to soldier onward. It’s unexplainable really, but it’s there. Something black and evil and ever watching is motioning its finger to come closer, but I JUST CAN’T SEE WHERE YET. NOBODY CAN SEE WHERE YET.
November 28th, 2013
It’s been another three days of wallowing in misery and self loathing, but I just awoke, late at night, with a flash of inspiration.
In order to create the perfect void for which to enter, it needs to be simulated properly within the room of entry. I’ve hurriedly constructed an extra tower and rearranged the rest of the identical ones around the table within the traditional five-point pentacle, a cliché but necessary symbol for the arcane.
To compliment it, I also painted an identical shape on the ceiling directly above the tablet, about 12 feet in diameter and perfectly aligned with the towers below. Unfortunately, it will be almost impossible to secure a subject at this time of night, so I have no choice but to force my entry into the neighbor’s house and procure one of his young daughters.
It’s a shame, because there’s no way to tell if their young bodies will be able to handle the procedure for the duration that the others have. And the master does like them as fresh as possible.
I must hurry. For if this really is it for this climactic degradation, then time is of the essence and, hopefully, there will never be a need for another writing.
by: Brandon McNeil
Unsigned band of the week: Skymir
Folks, I have decided to bring back my “Unsigned Band of the Week” thing that I had been doing a couple summers ago. Having been playing shows frequently over the last year, I’ve been exposed to all sorts of metal talent in Alberta and I feel like it’s my responsibility to keep you all informed of our superior output level.
This week: Skymir
From: Calgary, AB
For fans of: Children of Bodom, Alestorm, Ensiferum, Norther, Korpiklaani, etc.
Sounds like: A pretty basic attempt at a Canadian re-creation of the Finnish neo-classical/folk sound. You won’t find anything too mindblowing here, but Skymir do what they do well. What’s unique about them is their decidedly OId-West theme that they put to the lyrics and imagery. They basically took Ensiferum’s “Stone Cold Metal” and ran with that concept.
Why like Skymir?: Get into this band and let it be known that the Finn’s aren’t the only ones that can do folk and neo-classical that way. Skymir are a perfect example that we’ve got the bands in here in Canada as well.