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Ordo Draconis

Enviado: segunda dez 12, 2005 2:19 am
por Vogon [RIP 2013/06/29]
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

Enviado: segunda dez 12, 2005 1:28 pm
por Tazatoth [RIP]
Em guimaraes foi um bom concerto :metal:

Enviado: segunda dez 12, 2005 5:29 pm
por Brujo [RIP 2009/08/10]
é, já mandavas isso na 6f 8)

Enviado: segunda dez 12, 2005 5:44 pm
por Bronze [RIP]
gostei muito dos post_its (ou lá como raio se escreve isso) :P

Enviado: terça dez 13, 2005 12:37 am
por Vogon [RIP 2013/06/29]
Brujo Escreveu:é, já mandavas isso na 6f 8)

hmm, se me lembrar levo-te isso. E com post-its nao-colantes como os do Bronze. :lol:
A ver se não me esqueço...

Enviado: terça dez 13, 2005 12:40 am
por Bronze [RIP]
Por acaso acho que o brujo é gajo para tripar com isto... :lol:

Eu necessito de ouvir ainda mais umas 20 vezes para ter uma opinião mais formada mas até agora achei fixe.

Enviado: terça dez 13, 2005 12:54 am
por 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. 8)

Enviado: terça dez 13, 2005 5:42 pm
por intolerance
Tazatoth Escreveu:Em guimaraes foi um bom concerto :metal:


Nem mais! Excelente concerto mesmo! Brutal e animado (viva o tango!)! Muito bom mesmo.

Enviado: sábado dez 17, 2005 3:33 pm
por Brujo [RIP 2009/08/10]
bem, á primeira audição gostei, mas é daquelas cenas que só passado umas 20 vezes é que entram totalmente na cabeça. . .

obrigado napron :twisted:

Enviado: sábado dez 17, 2005 7:26 pm
por 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.

Early

Enviado: terça dez 20, 2005 9:04 pm
por Brendon790 [RIP]
Its just too early in the morning for me to think about something like that let me get some coffee first.

Enviado: segunda mai 01, 2006 1:40 pm
por Vogon [RIP 2013/06/29]

Enviado: segunda mai 01, 2006 2:22 pm
por demonarch
Do k vi,ouvi em guimaraes curti enes!Tive o prazer d tambem falar com kuase todos eles e sao gajos fixes...