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Kogaionon.com posted the first review for the upcoming NIGHTPRAY album, “Dreamocracy”.
You can also check out “September Highways” , a song from this album in worldwide premiere on Kogaionon.com and view the complete graphics of the jewelcase edition (yes, the album will have a cd version as well).
Yes, we are now 4. The fourth member is the new bass player, that will take care of all bass lines from now on during Grui sanger will concentrate just on his unique masterful guitar touches. The fourth member is called IV, cause this is the most important thing for Satanochio, that we are now 4 and we can record our music………………live.
So, say welcome to the new hero in town.
Here is the first Satanochio picture in the new line-up.
Check out on our myspace profile the second campaign, this time we have a hot subject…this time we are talkin’ about god! www.myspace.com/satanochio
Hail, hail…hellyeah.
We got a new video. It’s called “Siberian Winter” (This is a Running Wild cover, it’s not a usual Satanochio track, ok?). It was filmed and edited by napalm.
Thanx a lot to Marius for mix and Andy Laroque (King Diamond) for mastering…
Hellyeah!
At the end of the year, we received a great present from these special journalists gathered under the name of Europe’s Times and Unknown Waters. In this issue, you can read a fantastic philosophic interpretation regarding our last video, entitled “Hoax”!
Here is a little part of the text…for more check out the link below!
Satanochio - Hoax
by Ormeny Francisc Norbert
Why some animals can be tamed but never manipulated (in the sense of carried through a full process of assimilation), while humans can be? Well…mainly because, from the point of view of their biological development, humans have quite a queer cycle: the fetal period of the human organism stretches about a full year after birth. Thus, at animals we witness a complete intrauterine biological development while at humans the very same development continues and is accomplished after the detachment from the uterus. In this way, the “unfinished”(from the point of view of character-formation) human fetus is directly exposed to the outer influences while still being in full process of finalization of his general being. Here is the place where Marshall McLuhan’s famous formula “The Medium is the Message” reaches its maximum of visibility. Being directly exposed to the medium while still incomplete, the would-be human is invaded by that medium. The medium infiltrates into him and changes completely the mechanism within his process of completion as well as the outcome of this process. Thus, the would-be human internalizes the medium to such an extent that he becomes flexible and permeable to manipulation. In what is known as philosophical anthropology, such observation were initiated by Portmann who named the up-mention state/period of the fetus “extrauterine Frühjahr“. (….)
Just give it a chance, it’s a splendid material…
http://www.waterytimes.com/metal.html
La ora asta nu s-a aflat nici un rezultat al alegerilor, asa ca nu putem fi acuzati de ceva.
Vreau sa clarific un lucru, pentru ca aud peste tot pe unde ma tarasc numai vorbe legate de comunisti si cum acestia pot fi, ar trebui sau vor fi invinsi.
Manifestul nostru de la Siberian Winter nu are nici o legatura cu mizeriile de manipulare in masa prezente peste tot in tara si in mass media!!! Nu imi vine sa cred ca in tara asta niste porci ordinari isi bat joc de noi toti cu nonsalanta si fara nici o urma de scrupule. SCUIP PE MIZERIA LOR SI PE BANNERE-LE LOR PRO SAU ANTI.
Ce am vrut noi sa zicem cu mesajul Siberian Winter: TOT CE INSEAMNA CONDUCERE IN ROMANIA inseamna FOSTI COMUNISTI.
IAR ASTA ESTE PURUL ADEVAR.
NICIODATA NU VOM ADERA LA VREO MISCARE POLITICA!
SA VA FIE RUSINE TUTUROR CELOR CARE VA FOLOSITI DE MESAJE ANTI-COMUNISTE PENTRU A PROMOVA ALTI COMUNISTI!
SUNTETI MORTI, AIA ERA IDEEA. PENTRU CA NUMAI NISTE OI CA ALEA DIN LUCRAREA FACUTA DE COSTIN, AR AJUNGE SA CREADA TOATE CACATURILE ASTEA DE PE STRAZI.
Mi-e sila sa imi vad orasul natal impanzit de reclame sfasiate si bannere vopsite pe deasupra cu lavabila, de aplicari ale teoriei conspiratiei in cea mai josnica forma, facute ca si pentru ultimii retarzi si bazate pe mega-intelegintele teme “ala e rau, ba nu ala e nenorocitul”.
Urasc Politica si O Voi Uri Toata Viata, asa cum nu voi uita aceste zile in care haosul controlat de interese domneste toata tara. Zile in care lumea de dincolo de granita se uita la noi ca la niste aurolaci (DIN NOU!!!).
Mi-e rusine ca sunt roman. Iar senzatia asta o voi uita greu. Foarte greu.
The following music was composed by Satanochio and once recorded as “View From My Coffin” (on “From Beyond” album) while the cover version was made by Green Scent Quartet and recorded as “The Grave Of Our Hope”.
Today we celebrate 5 years of Satanochio…as much as we can say “celebration”, because if things and people from our country were better, we probably never get born.
We became items.
We are changing.
We are dying.
We are nothing.
We lost the day, we forgot the night.
Numbers.
Categories.
Species.
Classes.
Patterns.
Controls.
Main Controllers.
Hierarchy.
This is not the abstract.
The Essence Cannot be Classified.
The Nature Cannot be Copied.
We are the Copies of an archetype product.
We are a product.
Values.
Quality.
God is also included in a category. Values.
Numbers.
Quantity.
Leaders.
Opinions.
Fabric.
Since abstract died we have lost our sense.
We are the numbers.
The inverted system shows that we have no value.
concrete or abstract.
None of them is the direction of triangle.
The direction is wrong
We cannot accept it.
We cannot understand it because we don’t think anymore.
We just act like we do.
We are hiding from others.
How are the others?
Strangers.
Danger.
Fake.
Masks.
Fear.
We cannot take it anymore.
We cannot fight anymore.
We are a code.
Virtual life.
The Eternal life.
Beyond nature.
Beyond gods and beliefs.
We are lost in our dream.
We are virtual.
Holograms.
Fakes.
Codes.
Cracks.
We march beyond our senses.
Soul
Flesh
Mind
Now - separated.
Without control.
We don’t have them anymore.
We lie to ourselves.
Daily.
Parade.
Masks.
Parody.
Smile.
Hands shaking hands.
Positive
Accept
Sheep
Herd
We have the same daily road to our nest
To our custom nest
Latest
New
Fresh
SAFE
To feed our children
that will become slaves
Fighting as much as they are wrong
Eyeless
Soulless
The perfect items
Set by default to buy items
The perfect cannibal system
As we forgot nature
Our nature
As we lost our instincts
We are lower than animals
We cannot be classified
We cannot take back what we are giving
We cannot respect anymore the Universal rule
Because we are buying everything
We are the kings
Of Nothing
And we are one with the Nothing Itself.
We cannot agree
Because we don’t know what is the Nothing.
We think that we are absolute.
And when we lost this fate
We feel the fear.
Terrorists.
And then we buy again something.
Just to forget.
And then we pray to someone - that “it” is beyond everything that might sound cool
We need our king
In skies as on earth
We need to be slaves
Otherwise we will do the same.
We will kill.
We will eat our children.
We will burn down the entire city
In a moment of madness
And after that we will pray again just to sleep well and then we will be back again
To our nest
How come we are proud doing this?
Just because we are damn bored.
And we need entertainment.
We need action.
Pressure.
Fear.
Killers.
Terrorists.
War.
Rape.
Murder.
And everything that we can classify as “bad”
Damn, we need to suck something bad
We need to eat some pressed full-bodied chicken hamburgers
We dream with our eyes open about rape
We need to be ill.
We are ill.
Monsters.
We need to smoke
Even kings set some huge damn prices…
We need to smoke
Just because these damn cigarettes are so expensive and forbidden
Just because it’s bad and we are not allowed to do this.
KINGS
DICTATORS
They made something unique!
They can transform everything in a fetish.
And fetish is our new religion.
Hidden
Unknown.
Strange.
It’s the only human part that remains lost somewhere inside us….
The killing needs to be unique
Particular
The One.
The unique copy.
Single.
Alone.
Just me and my fetish
Full flavor
Just for me
What is the cost?
The same.
As always.
Money.
Buy
Feed
Fuck
Sleep
Alternatives?
God?
Satan?
The closest supermarket?
I’m not a Christian
I’m not an atheist
I’m not catholic
I’m not buddhist
I am human
But how you can prove that you are human? And to whom?
“To the one that I love”
Great
Does somebody really love you?
Ah, you are loving someone
What is love?
Do you know how your feelings really look like?
Who painted them first?
Who really told you first how you should feel?
Who trained you to build your values?
Who are you?
Their product.
They killed you since the beginning.
They are your masters
Not god.
You are the product of man
Flesh
Mind
Values
Structure
There is anything really yours?
Feelings
Facts
Acts
Thoughts
Views
Impressions
You are a copy
And even if you are an unique mistake
You are always searching for your siamese
Your copy
Secondary you
If you’ll lie to your children as you parents have done it
If you prefer to close your eyes until your grave will be close
If you don’t have the guts or the power to rebuild everything
You’ll remain eternally a simple none.
Nothing.
No god will help you to clean your mistakes
No god will help your brain washed children
To become humans.
Text by Mr.S, additional images by Costin Chioreanu.
Quartet Version recorded, mixed and mastered by Marius Costache.
Hails to everyone.
We uploaded on our myspace player a little strange cover version of Running Wild - “Siberian Winter”. This track is included on the ultimate Running Wild Tribute, released on 13 November 2009 by Remedy Records (Germany). The shocking images that were build to present this song properly were made by the romanian artist Costin Chioreanu.
This track is very important to us, for many reasons. As you can see, we succed to promote it like it deserves. This is the way we see things here, in the land of chaos. For the romanian fans will be very easy to understand our message, for the others will be maybe a little bit difficult. The most important thing for us is that we made it in time, because our consciousness cannot let us to be indifferent to this madness from our country, and if there is no one left to say it, we will say it, damn it, because we are the mirror and the judge. We are doing this for ourselves first.As any kind of artist, we reflect on our work the image of our times. The real image. And this is a image of a country that is promoting non-values and a anti-cultural informational and educational system.
It’s not from the usual “press area”, it’s not written by a stupid metalhead hidden behind a big magazine name. It is a sincere one, made by a fan. Thank you Maciej.
“I am going along the forest path. A dense fog enveloped the morning. I only heard breaking limbs of trees and inertly dropping branches. Sometimes I see bat breaking the head on next tree invisible to him. Suddenly I see bell-glass in centre of path who can hold being hundreds of stray souls. Have you ever asked yourself ”Does God exist?” or “What if a paradise, a purgatory and a hell aren’t next fairy tale of people arising from fear, puerilities and desires for steering other?”? If not, open your minds and this time analyse this option beacouse only this way you can understand the emotions included in this music. Sadness in this music is tearing, it lets look at world with the completely different prospect, from prospect of person imprisoned in the place or the body in which he doesn’t want to be. Imagine that you are exactly in this bell-glass, that you are screaming but nobody can hear you. Imagine that you’re dead. This screaming and crying is this CD.”
