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 Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.
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101A
12Twelve
1inamillion
When the Bomb Hit the House Next Door
moment 22
c/o night
the planes above
The Ghost of 33/The Liberation of Paris
Prologue
1ST MOVEMENT (the declaration)
3rd Movement (The Air Raids of Helsinki)
Epilogue
C/o Night (Der nacht sang aus Zarathrustra)
The Sea Et Al/2nd Movement
Det röda tornet
At blott i tviflets spår til sanningarne vandra
(Prologue) 1st movement; The Declaration
Det femte inseglet
The Ghost of 33; The Liberation of Paris
Agartha
(Epilogue)
The Sea Et Al; 2nd Movement
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ack Värmeland du sköna
(Epilogue) 3rd Movement; The Air Raids of Helsinki
Landet som icke är
Behemot
o swedenborare! o rosencreutzare!
Izh
Я ехала домой
3rd Movement
till en hemlig vän (Тайному другу)
1st Movement: The Declaration
co night
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The Sea Et Al/The 2nd Movement
The Ghost Of Thirtythree/The Liberation Of Paris
O Swedenborgare! O Rosencreutzare!
At Blott I Tviflets Spår Till Sanning Vanda
The Ghost of 33/ The Liberation Of Paris
The Planes Above...
The Sea Et Al./2nd Movement
1st Movement; The Declaration
1st Movement(The Declaration)
3rd Movement(The Air Raids of Helinski
2nd Movement; The Sea Et Al
the sea et al
3rd Movement (The Air Raids of Helinski)
the declaration
the sea et al/ the 2nd movement
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