Biography
Along the highway, somewhere inbetween, maybe even after the highcoast of Norrland, a late summersday in the beginning of a descending decenium, we stumbled upon a old white church, scared and teared on the frontage by the seasons. Close to the sparsely-populated area of Bygdsiljum, where we decided to take a break, stretch our legs after hours driving in a stuffy rental car all morning.
Cafe Americana from a gasstation, some breadloaf, cigarettes, Linus got him self some cigars, non branded. This concept was dead, or atleast moldened, we had this feeling in our guts
that we had more to give then to face the stage with hollow material that we
couldnt put our own beliefs into, we wanted to flip the coin, make something we believed in, and in that
maybe face the fact that we would be alone on our journey.
Behind the church, we found this large pile of thrown goods (prodably from
a flee market), mostly junk, cloths, old pictures, books, shoes and other things that has been passed away by time. And we stole this trunk from the house of God. Ioseb took its shape the spring after the situation with the trunk, as a try to translate the old fasade of that church, forgotten pictures,
seldom read books, lost letters, old tales of folklore, pale paintings, the baltic sea and the harsh climate that haunts us when the summers gone, into music. We now use this trunk as a case for our FX pedals.
With a lack of vengeance, melancholy, anger and hope we bind together our music with great ambient atmospheres and beutifull harmonies in where the thin vocals embraces you as warm hands on a frosty december morning. Linus is gone, without a trace, we guess that he is in great britain somewhere,
prodably? Johan replaced him recently, but we are still hangin in there, that is
Daniel, Jimmy, Jonathan and Mattias. Uncertain of our goal but convinced that a lot of music will be made, music that we will remember, we will hopefully get our sympathy
from out there somewhere. We will bring the trunk with us to heaven…
/Ioseb
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