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BLUTMOND (Switzerland) ......Black
Metal......
BLUTMOND are the bleak side of the
conventional attitude towards the bohemian
lifestyle and the urban madness. Where others
stumble every day, we look closely and question
things, which already became daily nonsense. Let
it be the depressed grey shapes wandering
through the commuter traffic in the smoggy dawn,
the alcohol-fueled nocturnal intermezzo in the
underground between the bedraggled stops after a
friday night out in an overcrowded and excessive
loud pub amid a cloud of smoke or the sense or
absurdity of the modern meritocracy with all of
its perversion…
Where the mass flows the fastest, we stand still
more than ever! When the crisis comes closer, we
invest in champagne. Each one who abominates
this, is already part of what a profitable
anti-crisis-drug named swine flu inoculating is
to us. We all live in a world, that stopped to
exist long ago and now only spins around
ourselves. Instead of playful sense and being,
theres dam'n TV with silly casting shows, drug
problems, youporn, overpaid team sport, fucked
up Lady Gaga and the prostitution sponsored by
materialism. Our opinion is that all included
this composes a brand-new chapter of the history
of mankind: the first chapter whose "urban
mysticism" as such is already in existance
in the present. Because we're blinded by the
lights, the noise, the supersonic speed rush,
and the all-embracing superficiality.
When the asphalt begins to glow, lightened by
thousand threecoloured suns, the far traffic -
like pulsating echoes from the past - combines
with the clear scent of the full moon, and
yonder rises above the skyline; everything
lingers in the void at so late an hour and the
purifying fire ignites in our blood and in the
blood of the less resistant, like valium with
speed, then, that's for sure, WE are the ones
that judge others, that decide on the end of a
day and not at least:
How to find ourselves again!
BLUTMOND are the bleak side of the
conventional attitude towards the bohemian
lifestyle and the urban madness. Where others
stumble every day, we look closely and question
things, which already became daily nonsense. Let
it be the depressed grey shapes wandering
through the commuter traffic in the smoggy dawn,
the alcohol-fueled nocturnal intermezzo in the
underground between the bedraggled stops after a
friday night out in an overcrowded and excessive
loud pub amid a cloud of smoke or the sense or
absurdity of the modern meritocracy with all of
its perversion…
