Os Ordo Draconis são holandeses e praticam um post black metal bastante apelativo.
Membros:
Rahab - Guitar
Bob - Guitar
Mir-h ID - Synthesizers
Berry - Bass
Tyrann - Vocals (also Vindsval, Falkenbach, Dregoth, Nibelland)
M01r03o - drums
Discografia:
Camera Obscura pt. 1 [The Star Chamber Review]- CD 2005
Camera Obscura pt. 2 [A View with a Room] - CD 2005
The Wing and the Burden - CD 2001
In Speculis Noctis - MCD 1999
When the Cycle Ends - Demo 1997
Os trabalhos Camera Obscura pt 1 and pt2 foram gravados nos estúdios Tidalwave (Falkenbach, Secrets of the Moon, etc.). Moritz Neuner (ex-Abigor, Enid, Atrocity etc...) foi o baterista de sessão, este que esteve em Portugal com os seus Darkwell, numa digressão com Atrocity e Leave's Eyes.
Estiveram em Portugal há relativamente pouco tempo, a promover o excelente trabalho Camera Obscura. Uma banda a ter em conta, portanto.
http://www.ordodraconis.com
EDIT: Interessados em ouvir: http://myspace.com/ordodraconis
Ordo Draconis
Moderador: GoncaloBCunha
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Vogon [RIP 2013/06/29]
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Bronze [RIP]
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Vogon [RIP 2013/06/29]
Eu só conheci o álbum no fim da mini-torneira, e ao ouvir o pt1 pela primeira vez, colei. É que ao vivo eles não reproduziram todos os ambientes...
Aquela composição é excelente... os pormenores dos violinos, os coros... enfim... e para não falar no conteúdo lírico, que ajuda em muito a compreender a complexidade sonora.
Aquela composição é excelente... os pormenores dos violinos, os coros... enfim... e para não falar no conteúdo lírico, que ajuda em muito a compreender a complexidade sonora.
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Vogon [RIP 2013/06/29]
Neuron Gutter, Neutron Star
[Music: Ordo Draconis except some sections quoted from F. Schubert’s Der Tod und das Mädchen; Lyric: Mir-h ID;]
LUCIFER: See, how I to I, eye will meet my selves,
heir to their Chinese box under seal.
Once the toy’s code is cracked,
the horn of lips unsealed births open season.
Wiretap the tight rei[g]n on which
every eye does see X
thru channel krosstalk
and teknikolour ghosting
YOUR HIJACK IS YOUR SALVAGE (signed the Pirate)
YOU:but the urban heart gallops
pumping through presage-riddled alleyz
and traffic-jam
at the gastro-crossradz
with panting pistons of sludgy fear.
What if, between each coffin bone,
you were free to flee
the chafe of post-fugal safety,
as petalz, by lethean
lanez can traffick
no quick fix against Fickle Figment?
LUCIFER: the warren’s flaring nares would
draw in your acrid dew – only to puff
out the sulphurous
smoke on your nape,
shepherd you into your blind bolt-hole.
In/out – again - in/out – again - in/out – again – in/out…
Red war.
VICTIMS:
Projectiles of diversions, safelight alarms,
jitter everywhere; as
the bullet’s image is imprinted in the eye;
the cartridge fuels up on a database
of souls and ignorance
making room with a view.
White Pestilence
EYEWITNESS:
But for wired life, the nucleus is empty,
In[ocul]ated against parousia
- our pilgrim rattletraps trailing our fears
Corrupted cargo? Any pathogen hitchhiker
To deadhead the (g)hostcars?
3x the Trojan horse stuttered… not so
the wildfire of chasseurs echoing from its womb.
Black Famine.
THE EQUESTRIAN:
Like the eagle @ the liver,
this scrawny scout, this dark satanic mill,
walks with never-healing hunger.
Scavenging the century’s corpse
for your tablets against me,
you, marasmic and meagre, become its daily bread;
not the voiceless bodies of hollow men
but their disembodied voices.
LUCIFER: Voices of ether withal – serrated on the edge
around the icy bower in Babylon’s
concrete covert of knowledge,
where a paper plane of death statistics,
touches down in the dust bin;
the crew of fickle figments are go!
CNS News Listen! Silence!
“NEWS ANCHOR STANDS IN, AS FORMER CHAIR’S
SIDELINED ON WRONG SIDE TODAY’S
PRANGED BRIDGE.”
PRO-GUARD: our tape binds the safeguard of our liberty.
ANTI-GUARD: they sex up the corpus
and through loopholes shoots subconscious sham.
PRO-G: you pander to panic; why mask our seeing-eye dog?
ANTI-G: if you say eye for an eye,
Why must it shrug off scrutiny?
“PRE-POLLS SHOW PRO-GUARD HIT HOME
AT PLAY-OFF TALKS.”
“VERTIGO BEATEN AT BALOT-BOX.”
DELEGATE: A patch in a changing worls,
the star chamber’s been installed.
I am legion, organeyesensation
my stars will watch your flocks
my scourge will strike with furious anger
I am Legion, the view from a room.
LUCIFER: …punchdrunk in the gutter you see
The puffing chimney on the scarlet lab
in after-pangs, the labial scars
on the door, the brass placard:
“Here B-st from the Sea
sired the B-st from the Earth,”
voice-over devouring lung [inside out]
Here also the B-st from the Sea
begot the bastard son of dawn,
undevoured in the stern chase
of red dragon chasing mother chasing
her elusive bait of twelve stars,
one-third unhinged, shooting stardust
leaving the world, punchdrunk in the gutter,
a neutron star.
YOU: We’ve become
T-cells tearing at the hand that feeds us.
Kamikaze anarchitects drawing the bottom skyline.
The Pirate’s mutineers shaking the tower’s wide foundations
to feed the bloating crypts of babel.
Unto Earth-turned-Sea, drowning out History,
golden bathtubs, boilers bleed and dissolve.
The sky’s the limit tumbling over
the last vertigo a wagging tail.
[Music: Ordo Draconis except some sections quoted from F. Schubert’s Der Tod und das Mädchen; Lyric: Mir-h ID;]
LUCIFER: See, how I to I, eye will meet my selves,
heir to their Chinese box under seal.
Once the toy’s code is cracked,
the horn of lips unsealed births open season.
Wiretap the tight rei[g]n on which
every eye does see X
thru channel krosstalk
and teknikolour ghosting
YOUR HIJACK IS YOUR SALVAGE (signed the Pirate)
YOU:but the urban heart gallops
pumping through presage-riddled alleyz
and traffic-jam
at the gastro-crossradz
with panting pistons of sludgy fear.
What if, between each coffin bone,
you were free to flee
the chafe of post-fugal safety,
as petalz, by lethean
lanez can traffick
no quick fix against Fickle Figment?
LUCIFER: the warren’s flaring nares would
draw in your acrid dew – only to puff
out the sulphurous
smoke on your nape,
shepherd you into your blind bolt-hole.
In/out – again - in/out – again - in/out – again – in/out…
Red war.
VICTIMS:
Projectiles of diversions, safelight alarms,
jitter everywhere; as
the bullet’s image is imprinted in the eye;
the cartridge fuels up on a database
of souls and ignorance
making room with a view.
White Pestilence
EYEWITNESS:
But for wired life, the nucleus is empty,
In[ocul]ated against parousia
- our pilgrim rattletraps trailing our fears
Corrupted cargo? Any pathogen hitchhiker
To deadhead the (g)hostcars?
3x the Trojan horse stuttered… not so
the wildfire of chasseurs echoing from its womb.
Black Famine.
THE EQUESTRIAN:
Like the eagle @ the liver,
this scrawny scout, this dark satanic mill,
walks with never-healing hunger.
Scavenging the century’s corpse
for your tablets against me,
you, marasmic and meagre, become its daily bread;
not the voiceless bodies of hollow men
but their disembodied voices.
LUCIFER: Voices of ether withal – serrated on the edge
around the icy bower in Babylon’s
concrete covert of knowledge,
where a paper plane of death statistics,
touches down in the dust bin;
the crew of fickle figments are go!
CNS News Listen! Silence!
“NEWS ANCHOR STANDS IN, AS FORMER CHAIR’S
SIDELINED ON WRONG SIDE TODAY’S
PRANGED BRIDGE.”
PRO-GUARD: our tape binds the safeguard of our liberty.
ANTI-GUARD: they sex up the corpus
and through loopholes shoots subconscious sham.
PRO-G: you pander to panic; why mask our seeing-eye dog?
ANTI-G: if you say eye for an eye,
Why must it shrug off scrutiny?
“PRE-POLLS SHOW PRO-GUARD HIT HOME
AT PLAY-OFF TALKS.”
“VERTIGO BEATEN AT BALOT-BOX.”
DELEGATE: A patch in a changing worls,
the star chamber’s been installed.
I am legion, organeyesensation
my stars will watch your flocks
my scourge will strike with furious anger
I am Legion, the view from a room.
LUCIFER: …punchdrunk in the gutter you see
The puffing chimney on the scarlet lab
in after-pangs, the labial scars
on the door, the brass placard:
“Here B-st from the Sea
sired the B-st from the Earth,”
voice-over devouring lung [inside out]
Here also the B-st from the Sea
begot the bastard son of dawn,
undevoured in the stern chase
of red dragon chasing mother chasing
her elusive bait of twelve stars,
one-third unhinged, shooting stardust
leaving the world, punchdrunk in the gutter,
a neutron star.
YOU: We’ve become
T-cells tearing at the hand that feeds us.
Kamikaze anarchitects drawing the bottom skyline.
The Pirate’s mutineers shaking the tower’s wide foundations
to feed the bloating crypts of babel.
Unto Earth-turned-Sea, drowning out History,
golden bathtubs, boilers bleed and dissolve.
The sky’s the limit tumbling over
the last vertigo a wagging tail.
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Vogon [RIP 2013/06/29]
Críticas
Metal Observer
Camera Obscura Pt. 1 [The Star Chamber Reviews]
Camera Obscura Pt. 2 [A View With A Room]
Vampire Magazine
Camera Obscura Pt. 1 & pt2
Imhotep
Camera Obscura Pt. 1 [The Star Chamber Reviews]
Entrevistas
Vampire-Magazine
Imhotep [2001]
Metal Observer
Camera Obscura Pt. 1 [The Star Chamber Reviews]
Camera Obscura Pt. 2 [A View With A Room]
Vampire Magazine
Camera Obscura Pt. 1 & pt2
Imhotep
Camera Obscura Pt. 1 [The Star Chamber Reviews]
Entrevistas
Vampire-Magazine
Imhotep [2001]
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