Imaginary imagery. Unlike the imagination of Decartes and less in the tradition of Bombelli, and perhaps very far removed from the likes of Takahashi-san, we continue not to peruse certain or any elemental crumbs thereof. As of late we have not been working on any of it - having perhaps not focused hard enough on any lame excuses for not doing so - but thought we might maybe start to pick tings up from the proverbial ditch in the sulcus where it once may have been left behind.

If the lazy in you has not started spreading, you might want to know more about what we are not telling you. Why not sign up on our mailing list, and then maybe, just maybe, it will somehow be worth it.

We engaged in a little back-and-forth with Mr. Wanzek from avantgarde-metal.com over a period of time that probably would seem quite short to a closely shaved Buddhist monk, meditating feverishly and pondering the significance of short-person behavior in pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance and other highly ambient domains. Our analog hands hammering out digital streams of letters, exchanging mere fragments of what could seem to be ramblings of a semi-conscious mind, at increasingly longer intervals. Interspersed only by the loud banging on the invisible walls that envelop and inhibit the unconscious plane from crossing over to - or bleeding and seeping into, if you will - the oh so finite universe that less agreeable humans have defined for us to slowly crawl through the mud in.

The slightly perverted results can be read at leisure right here!

We've been blessed with quite a few reviews of our debut album "It's the End" over the last year but this one is really "It's the Endish". Thor Wanzek at avantgarde-metal.com caught us red-handed mixing our secret brew with the main ingredient and our not so secret love, absinthe. The progression of diminished chords was failing and the dark force was all over us again, seducing us into its lair of triads in the key of C. We were playing a pop song again...





It's the End - 2010

Mr. Ian was kind enough to play our The Salesmen Are The Real Whores track on the 51st edition of the extremely excellent Epileptic Gibbon podcast music show, aptly entitled "Please Don't Feed The Animals". It seems somewhat relevant to quote the Norwegian band Ulver in this context, by asking: "What kind of animal are you?". Will you lend it your animal hearing organ, or will you not?

You can download the podcast by clicking right here!

We just did an interview with Tarkus Magazine. Not only were they kind enough to actually print all our absinthe laden answers - where we give away all our dirty little secrets - but they also used one of our photos for the cover! Visit Tarkus online or buy yourself a copy of the June issue for more info.

No, we did not record a cover of Yngwie Malmsteen's Teaser! Who would even dear to think what that would sound like... But we did upload a tiny little teaser video for the video that you're probably all waiting for right now! This will hopefully make the wait for the real thing seem shorter.

We can't really thank you, our fans, enough. What we thought would only be a family and weird friends thing, has turned out quite differently. The first batch of physical CDs is soon to be sold out! WTF? How did this happen? This is far beyond odd meters and superimposed quintuplets synchronized via CV in a barn somewhere to the left of Russia.

If you still haven't got your dirty little hands on your copy yet, maybe it's about time to do something about it? Huh? Huh? We'll start reprinting well before the CDs actually run out, so don't worry about not getting those same dirty little hands on that afore mentioned copy.

We're almost done making the very last video in the overly exciting, cheap and poorly animated Progawards trilogy. We'll get back to you very soon with a date for its release.

It's really all about using Absinthe in revised string theory. Well, kind of.

Hello, boys and girls!

We're keeping ourselves insanely busy these days, and as a consequence we were not able to complete our latest video in time to meet our own deadline. No cause for alarm, perspiration and/or hyperventilation, though, as it's very near its completion. We just need time to make the final edits. You'll get to see it very soon! We promise.

Dear boys and girls, all the mundane members of It's the End are assembled today to celebrate winning the Progawards' "Best Debut Record 2009"! This international award was perhaps somewhat unexpected, although entirely predictable by evolved string theory. Several quarts of absinthe have been consumed, and not only root canals have been cleaned, according to a Swedish reviewer. Somewhere to the south we can see off-tossed pope-strangling madness, and people cannot trust their lawyers or spouses at this point. Expect detailed photographic documentation of this "pardy-hardy-event" to show up on the web in the following days and weeks.

Arigatou gozaimasu

We're in the finals, boys and girls. Why not celebrate it with another video, that gives our fans a sorely sought-after quick peek into our secret laboratory. This video was shot in the dark lair, in the annex of our Secret Quarters. Enjoy!

Do root canals get cleaned? Yes, they do.

We just found some new reviews on the world wide web, or the Internet as some of you call it.

The first one comes from Prog-Nose. It's an E-Zine from Belgium. They do reward us with 7/10. Thank you guys! Enjoy the read.

The second review comes from Mexico. Manticornio.com is the site. Our knowledge of Spanish is limited to Babelfish's wizardry, however, and Mr. Babel is not always spot on. But the 9/10 says it all for us, so Salud! Check it out in Spanish.

Photo: Kjell Ivar Lund

The guys and girls behind Progawards have now upgraded us to the finals, which is a very kind thing of them to do. We have no idea how this will end now. The winner will be announced late February.

We teamed up with the great Mr. Lund (kjellivarlund.com) last weekend and tried the combination of guns, a chainsaw, a very hairy spider and a photo shoot. We're overly excited about the result. The resulting photos and some behind the scenes pics can be found at our Flickr page.

We just made a video to celebrate our Progawards nomination. Check it out!

The guys and gals behind Progawards have been kind enough to nominate us! Our debut album has been nominated in the category "Best Debut Record". An ever so slight cause for a celebration on our part. Hope you'll join us - in spirit, at the very least.

We've been sick of our old website for some time and decided to make a new one. The old one was almost entirely made using Adobe Flex, and was a hassle to maintain and update. The new one is much simpler and allows us to update it much more easily. We're continuing the development, so don't be shy about giving us feedback and general comments on the new design and added content!

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Our album can finally be downloaded from iTunes! Just follow the iTunes links from iLike. If you don't want to download our album from iTunes as MP3 files, you can also download our album in lossless FLAC form from Mindawn.com. Enjoy!

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Our debut album has been released on Musea Records! With a length dangerously close to 80 minutes, it has been quite a time-consuming and ambitious undertaking.

The self-titled album features twelve tracks packed with our characteristic musical maximalism. Each individual track has been given its own particular sound and arrangement, to suit the various musical styles and to give the whole album a very unique and varied feel. In this sense, the album is truly progressive.

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• The Sickness onto Death Part 2
• Inverted Implicitness
• Drake's Equation

The excerpts have not been made from the final version of the album master, but are parts of something that we have named the "MP3 master", a special master that has been tailored to complement (in lack of a better word) the sonic imperfections of the MP3 format. The additional compression that MySpace applies to all uploaded MP3 files makes this tailoring even more necessary.

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