Nuestros amigos de Something About Bellegrado acaban de colgar su reciente EP 'How To Kill A Hero' de forma íntegra en su perfil. En 'Mike, What's Your Choice' podéis oír una colaboración de nuestro Kals. Para atajaros un poco el proceso:

http://www.myspace.com/somethingaboutbellegrado

Un abrazo enorme,
A&S

Muchos os habréis enterado ya a través de diversos foros que al final Machetazo no tocarán en el Noise Fest que se celebra en Oviedo los días 17 y 18 de abril porque no quiere compartir cartel con Sound of Silence, The Band Apart y Avenues & Silhouettes. Ante esto, queríamos hacer un comunicado mostrando nuestro rechazo ante esta actitud que consideramos elitista e intolerante. Machetazo es un gran grupo y no tenemos nada contra ellos, pero sus prejuicios han sido una decepción para nosotros.

Esperamos que esto no signifique menos asistencia para un festival que tiene mucho curro detrás. Os vemos a todos por ahí y desde aquí queremos dar todo nuestro apoyo a la organización del festival y dar las gracias a todos aquellos que estéis de acuerdo con nosotros y rechacéis la actitud de la banda gallega.

Un abrazo y nos vemos en Oviedo el primer día del Noise Fest, que tenemos muchísimas ganas de ir a Asturias tras tener que cancelar la fecha que estaba prevista para noviembre del año pasado.

 ¡Por fin podemos deciros algo definitivo!

Me complace anunciaros que el lanzamiento de Meteors, que parecía algo peregrino a estas alturas, vuelve a coger carrerilla y se producirá el 6 DE ABRIL DE 2009 a través de un nuevo sello, KAIOWAS RECORDS (ROADRUNNER RECORDS ESPAÑA). Volvemos pisando incluso más fuerte que antes, con las ganas de que este gran proyecto en el que nos embarcamos vea la luz en las mejores condiciones posibles que os podamos ofrecer.

Como ya sabéis, en un principio el disco iba a ser editado por Red Chalk Records a finales de Octubre, y de hecho desde hace algún tiempo podíais encontrarlo dentro de su catálogo, en la página de la discográfica. Por desgracia, los problemas con Red Chalk han sido constantes semana tras semana. Vimos decepcionados cómo, según íbamos dando las fechas de la gira de presentación, la ansiada edición del disco no llegaba, y cada día que pasaba los resultados nos eran menos convincentes. Finalmente, cansados de una manera de trabajar que no coincidía con nuestra ilusión por el álbum, decidimos no continuar con ellos en la labor de dar a luz a Meteors.

Ahora, tras un par de meses todo vuelve a verse de nuevo tan barnizado como el primer día de grabación, y hemos encontrado a un sello que de verdad se ve ilusionado con sacar adelante Meteors y que va a luchar por ello. Kaiowas Records (Roadrunner Records España) hasta ahora solo editaba a nuestros amigos de Monkey Hole (Valencia), quienes acaban de sacar su acojonante Vudu Rodeo, y de los que ahora somos compañeros de sello, tras haberlo sido sobre el escenario en alguna ocasión.

Ahora supongo que es tiempo para las amenazas: volvemos a la carga… Llevamos un par de meses cargando las pilas y tras sesiones de masajista curados de todas las contracturas y contusiones de la reciente gira vamos a por ‘más’, porque ‘menos’ ya lo hemos hecho. Es el momento de que salga a la luz nuestro primer disco de larga duración, en el que hemos trabajado con todos nuestros recursos físicos y mentales, llegando al límite en cada sesión. Es una obra a la que tenemos muchísimo cariño, y os la ofrecemos en bandeja para que le deis un buen uso. Vamos a dar el 200% otra vez, porque sabéis que esto no da dinero y es bastante jodido, y si seguimos haciéndolo es por pura dedicación.

Aprovecho para guiñar un ojo a toda esa gente que intenta sentar cátedra porque se aburre en casa y no sabe qué hacer para mantener encendido el ordenador. Esa gente que habla solo con ‘0’ y ‘10’. Nosotros, y muchos amigos nuestros, os mandaremos muchas postales desde la carretera.

Un abrazo enorme

A&S

Tras varias peticiones, os ofrecemos las letras de nuestro primer LP, Meteors, que esperamos que esté a la venta a lo largo de este mes (en breve confirmaremos el día exacto). Esperamos que las disfrutéis:




Magna Huida




We Are The Captains

We are the captains,
And are enlisted whether if it’s on
a Galleon, a Caravel or a nut shell.
We are the captains,
I’m unique but I feel so like you,
like twin stamps.
We are the captains,
One stone hurts but
A thousand bury us alive.

While they compete in outer space
We’re heroes striding along the deck.
We’ll only worship the machinist of the sun.

Woah, Wooh, Woah.
Aroused by a beauty that is overrated,
I am tied to the mast.

We are the captains,
Realize the tide is rising up
So we must dive.
We are the captains,
Don’t you worry
This voice is waterproof.

We Shout straight to the face of every maniac.
Pirates shake to our tunes, about to start.
Soon your beat
Is becoming mine
Oh! This addiction is growing fast.

Sailing we take control, we lost our anchor
In the middle of a deafening cyclone.

We are the captains,
And are enlisted whether if it’s on
A Galleon, a Caravel or a nut shell.
We are the captains,
Caligula always calls us for his next quest,
A quick quiz.
We are the captains,
And We are here
to find ourselves.

The barrels spill old ballads again
‘Cause my generation has no hymns.
They only worship the cover of a magazine.

We are the captains,
We are the captains,
We are the captains,
Realize the tide is rising up
So we must dive,
‘Cause We’re the captains,
We are the captains.

Beat it!



High Tech Beds

I felt unstoppable by your side.
GO!

It doesn’t matter how hard you try,
Your finger’ll never fit through the hole of the needle
But for a while
You can pretend it’s there.
When I had finally let her go
You knocked on my door that night, stunning eclipses on your eyes
That drove me mad and made me magnify
My lust… with those ascending lights.

Come on! Come on! We’re flying now.
Our neighbours on the distance
Will catch the laughs we’re burning up,
It’s quite what I’ve expected.

Take all I can give you,
Satisfy this appetite with tones of that sweet
Caramel over your lips that fed me up with many kisses.
Why should I tell anyone that we were on my garden on the moon?
I’m back, empty handed.

Alright, I’m gonna take you to those streets at night,
From golden pavements the people will receive us with pies.

Come on! Come on! We’re flying now.
Our neighbours on the distance
Will catch the laughs we’re burning up,
While we reinstall their sky.

Good morning sweetie! How did you sleep?
Why do you throw me a suspicious look
Asking me who the fuck I am?
It seems that I’m a different person now.

Now this place’s been taken by the stars,
No tracks on the lunar surface,
Another line to my memoirs:
“A plane crash with a naked princess”



Spider Army Meets The Coward Snipers

We’ve seen you steaming up our windows and the blur carried our name,
You, boy, dragged your reckless mouth inside our camp but tonight our throats
are already screaming from gliding parachutes excited about the combat.
We’re having the time of our lives with every scar won on the road.

Raining like dead pigeons on our web
Your words ain’t threatening. Thought we’d be so scared
of your old ferocious hand grenades with this army?

At the end of each season we’ve waved at you
But you timidly smiled back at us, still from your rooftop.
Our boots, stamping the mud,
You’ll never forget what you hear tonight.
Our boots, stamping the mud,
We’ll never forget why we’re here tonight, standing up.

Dirty tongue, reveal your owner.
Dirty tongue, confess.
Your spasmodic bitter reaction to new blood
Tickles our belly and forms foam in our bathtubs.
Your arsenal is the size of your sores.
What are you fighting for?

I know it’s trendy
Lighting up all those fuses
And blowing words up
But there’s no way you could collapse us.
To me
Your sympathy
Doesn’t mean a thing.

And I’ve only got one question:
“What is it like to wake up with nothing better to make up?”
Maybe I am right,
Maybe I am wrong,
But be sure I will resist.


Buy a brand new life
Stop your crusade. It’s a war in cartoons.




Meteors

Wake up!
We’re getting out of this place,
Nothing can go wrong.
Everyone’s searching this kingdom
For a fitting crown.
Concealed in boxes where we are distressed,
We must leave our shoes, ‘cause we lost our chance inside our shoes.
Erase the trace,
We’ll act tonight.

We’re meteors on fire
Signing the skyline,
We Shine as we approach the earth.
When I close my eyes there are fighting sparkles,
We’ll have to act tonight.

Never sleep again,
We’re not stranded.
Life is a thriller
And readers won’t be disappointed.

Right now
We’re celebrating this arrangement
That took us so long
During those random days
When plans were just unshaken words in our basement.
Get away.
Divas choke on the twenty-fifth hour remix.

We’re aware that we are hard to swallow
When we walk faster than our satin shadows

Faces betraying their sellers,
some grow up while some get older,
But now they want to be a part of this team.

Mosquitoes fall asleep inside a tornado.

Right now
We’re celebrating this arrangement
That took us so long
During those random days
When plans were just unshaken words in our basement.
Get away…
All preachers turned out to be our guardians.

This is the escape
That all of us had dreamt about,
And now there’s something that I control.
We’re aware that we are hard to swallow
when we walk faster than our satin shadows.



21.00 Date with El Diablo

Here goes my chance to change
The stranger I’ve become,
Growing imperfect.
You showed me I was wrong.

I’m running to catch my shadow,
I’m running to see the person that I used to be.

Help! Can you save me
Without trying to stop the bullet?
It seems that I’ve become someone I’m not.

First Sequence:
I remember the days
When time stood still.
Oh! I remember it.

Well this is what you wanted
The last mistake I’m going to make
Sometimes I still see myself
Burning away as someone else.
I can’t help but feel so alone.
Somewhere else I could have made it different.
I’m falling down the stairs.

Praise your gods to keep you away from
Dead end streets in this cloudy, cloudy path.
But the Devil’s compass is the only one leading us confidently
‘Cause He built his reign under the rain… -bow.

Because behind the costumes
Everyone’s faces look the same.

But this is what I want yeah
I learnt this from my last mistake.
Sometimes I still see myself
Burning away as someone else.
I can’t help but feel so alone.
Somewhere else I could have made it different.
But I was born into this.

…’Cause this is what we learnt from our classmates.

My legs shake,
I have never had a chance like this.
Now I’m seeing myself kneeling down before gallows,
Surrounded by plagues.
I’ve never been this far away before
But step by step over earthquakes
I rest assured at the darkest side of the line.



Tunguska



The Narwhal

Your time is out.

Today seems like the worst Earth awakes,
Welcome to the red ballroom.
I’m gonna try to persuade you to understand
Those who hold crowes with their arms,
To dance alone and whisper to their ears.

There is a question that I don’t know how to ask
And dogs are barking out there because they need a piece of fresh meat between their cracked teeth.

I don’t think that lies
Could blind our eyes just like they did before
When sunshine is quite assured.
The sky is clear for one man’s love.

A dirty devotion in which we shine
With the flashes of the straw on our cold hands.
Don’t hide your face behind your glasses,
Their screams come down from the elevator.

A procession of angels eats our ground,
From the valley, they come, hanging on the telephone wire.

We’ll try to stay safe for the next time just to flatter ourselves
For Every nightfall our costumes showed mistakes
In the crowds of the castaways.
(Don’t let the wolves play in your backyard).

I don’t think that lies
Could blind our eyes just like they did before
When sunshine is quite assured.
The sky is clear for one man’s love.

Because shotguns don’t let you walk straight.
Reset, its up to you, enter the code and say goodbye: goodbye pills!

No, we don’t follow gloworms,
We’re basically lost, and these words in you as well as in me will let us meet in chaos.
Oh, I read the chapters on the way and there’s a beautiful silence in the end, its chaos.

Taking back the control, the autopilot is off.

We’ll carve our persona into the rocks.



Bushido (A Letter To My Best Friend)

What if I cut myself to see how it feels
To make you a witness of your own passiveness.

Yeah,
All I’ve seen is a monster, stuffed with a despair that vitamins can’t cure,
A puppet whose strings everyone manipulates,
Confined in this honeycomb.

You’re a prayer so regular.

Your vision’s fading away
Replaced by new standard aims,
Those failures in your outlines
Will be imprints for someone’s triumph.
These past pictures turning into motion remind you you’re missing the cavalcade.
Your vision’s fading away,
It’s time for a new rebirth


You’re so regular
Regular, regular, regular… SCREAM OUT LOUD
You’re so regular



Propaganda

We were two kids divided by the city.
We loved to get lost in our labyrinths.
Now I’m dragging both our bodies to the
Attic where we kept all our secrets,
‘Cause then came the night.

I can’t remember our
First argument
But I do remember
Our first kiss.

I have nothing left to steal
From your unstitched life,
My connection to perfection
Is weaker now.
Life will forever remember…

Your beaten hands, now hold nothing but those windblown words that we used to shout but they've already fallen on deaf ears.
Your kiss was a burning stake straight to my chest, again faded away like a drop in the rain. But I got wet anyway

And after all, our love was judged by Solomon
And soon, my dear, you’ll become his empress.

I have nothing left to steal
From your unstitched life,
My connection to perfection
Is weaker now.
Life will forever remember
That I broke it up
And I won’t find anything like you again.




The Giant Show

Breathe this pressure, the stage is slippery
And this whole theatre expects fireworks

We tried to fake this on our own.

Actors! Lights! And ACTION!
Behind the curtains,
Howling, you felt the greatest!
They clapped with madness with their claws
requesting that scene in the end where front row tuxedos carry specks of blood.
I can’t believe it’s happening:
It’s time to say goodbye
And forget any trail from your mistakes.

What a large journey to explain!
I’m still addicted to our crime.
Do you think that those were the roles
We first requested?

I’m running again along
Beckettian sceneries
But ostracism of the night has made me stronger.
It’s time to play
An offstage tragedy.
Miserable characters challenging themselves
In order to increase their Egos.
I can’t believe it’s happening:
It’s time to say goodbye
The spotlights embellish the circumstance.


You built the prison with sea sights
Where I’ve become a fearless creature engulfing our photographs,
An early gargantuan feast where every bite feeds the guilt.

I’m your sun, you’re my moon.
The ocean scatters tides that whistle, that whisper to us too low.

Mayday! Shall I run away?
Glory seemed so close.



Julie’s July

We’ve been looking forward to its arrival.
It’s summertime.
And she’s received an anonymous call coming straight from
a faceless lover.

She feels sick

On the other corner there’s this gentle boy
That’s eerie at times.
‘Cause every time that she feels his static she can’t get rid of
Twisted déjà vus.

And if you dig in her scars
You’ll probably find out they’re from violent shows.
She is savage in the fishtank.
She’s tasted the top many times
But now she’s waiting on the edge of the cliff for a response.
She’s tasted the top many times
But now the lights have fused and she can’t reach the switch.

Pick up the telephone,
Her answer is calling you
Way too many times.
Well she said or you said that you gotta admit
Maybe it’s not better off that way.
This is Julie’s July,
No one will ruin her summer now.
This is Julie’s July,
She won’t forget…

…That we rise and fall alone

Did you realize that she was uptight?
Well no one’s gonna stop her now,
She’ll find you wherever you’re hiding.

Digging in her scars,
You’ll probably find out they’re from violent shows
Your stings have softened her flesh.
There are no guarantees for her,
You play with new scales.

Pick up the telephone,
Her answer is calling you
Way too many times.
Well she said or you said that you gotta admit
Maybe it’s not better off that way.
This is Julie’s July,
No one will ruin her summer…
…Now She looks impressive, so blinding in her cardboard dress.
She is descending to the drains
to find the basis of her pain,
This is Julie’s July.

Your figures are engraved between her hair and her face,
That’s why everything she sees is just a silhouette
In the mood for some alcohol.

You! You’d better quit
Her life is a present, so take…
take good care of her, deceivers know me well.
For her you are a chain to climb up to the moon.
Somewhere, lost in a vast desert inside a vinyl bag
She’s just trying to walk aside,
Far from her body all the time.

Now she feels alive
She’s clinging to these lies,
They are true for her.

We rise and fall alone.

Pick up the telephone,
Her answer is calling you
Way too many times.
Tic Tac,
Tic Tac,
Watch time go by.
Maybe it’s not better off that way.
This is Julie’s July
No one will ruin her summer now,
This is Julie’s July
And she won’t crawl.

The twilight is coming down.















Un saludo,
A&S

Chicos...

Como muchos visteis, tuvimos que cancelar repentinamente el concierto de Gijón debido al mal estado de las carreteras por allí arriba. Teníamos unas enormes ganas de tocar ese concierto en particular por varios motivos, entre ellos el reencuentro con los chicos de Sound of Silence. Y por otra parte, hemos de admitir con mucha rabia que seguimos teniendo una deuda pendiente con Asturias.

El problema comenzó a la entrada de Lugo, donde estaban previstas abundantes precipitaciones en forma de nieve. En principio todo parecía una fuerte granizada, pero con el tiempo fue cuajando y la carretera se volvió impracticable, pero no pensamos que pudiera tornarse en algo muy severo. Al poco tiempo teníamos un Mercedes patinando, dirigiéndose de lleno contra nuestra furgoneta que nos obligó a pegar un volantazo, sacándonos al arcén. El Mercedes intentó esquivarnos, perdiendo el control, y acabó estrellándose contra la cuneta que separa los dos sentidos de la autovía. Por fortuna, a los pocos minutos los dos ocupantes pudieron salir ilesos del vehículo, por su propio pie.

A pesar del susto, los 5 nos encontramos perfectamente. No era posible seguir circulando por aquella vía y la abandonamos a la espera de que las circunstancias mejoraran para el tráfico. El temporal no dio concesiones, y la situación empeoró. Estábamos atrapados en la provincia de Lugo, en permanente contacto con La Guardia Civil, que no nos ofrecía mucho optimismo. Empezó a caer la tarde y nos vimos obligados a pasar la noche allí.



En nombre de los cinco, nuestras más sinceras disculpas a toda la gente de Gijón, Sound of Silence y A Sunset In Flames, quienes habían preparado el concierto con gran profesionalidad y dedicación. Os confirmo que ya estamos preparando un gran concierto para dentro de muy poco en Gijón, en cuanto se cierren los últimos detalles os confirmaremos la fecha y los compañeros (en breve). Nos vamos a tomar la revancha esta vez y va a ser algo ENORME.





Nos vemos en un suspiro gente,
Un abrazo,
Kals & A&S

Sorteamos 3 entradas dobles para nuestro concierto de presentación de "Meteors" en la sala Ritmo y Compás de Madrid el 13 de diciembre, y no tenéis que hacer casi nada para ganar una de ellas!

El concurso consiste en lo siguiente:

Para participar deberéis poneros el cartel del concierto (que lo tenéis aquí abajo) como foto principal en Myspace desde el día 28 de noviembre hasta el 13 de diciembre, mismo día del concierto. Una vez hayáis hecho eso, tenéis que mandaros un e-mail a meteorstickets@hotmail.com con vuestro nombre completo y la dirección de vuestro perfil de Myspace. Durante esos 15 días nos podremos meter en cualquier momento en vuestro perfil, y si vemos que el cartel sigue ahí entraréis entre los seleccionados para el sorteo, que se hará el día 12 de diciembre y publicaremos el 13. Además de ponerlo aquí, también mandaremos un e-mail a cada uno de los ganadores. El sorteo, por supuesto, se hará completamente al azar: pondremos los nombres de todos los participantes en un bol y sacaremos 3 papeles.

Por otra parte, recordad que sorteamos una guitarra Epiphone entre todos los asistentes al concierto, tanto ganadores del concurso como no.

Muchas gracias por participar y buena suerte!
A&S

El cartel:

Muy buenas! Poco a poco se acerca la salida de nuestro disco 'Meteors' así que allá va la primera tanda de fechas que haremos por nuestro país para presentarlo:

21 nov - Sala Mandra - Málaga

28 nov - La Iguana - Vigo

29 nov - Bola 8 - Gijón

5 dic - Sala Pasternak - Vic, Barcelona

6 dic - Becool - Barcelona

12 dic - Paberse Matao - Valencia

13 dic - Ritmo y Compás - Madrid

9 ene 2009 - Malevaje - Almería

10 ene 2009 - 12 y Medio - Murcia

17 ene 2009 - Japan Rock Club - Vila-real

28 feb 2009 - Sala Dink - Bilbao

 

Además de estas 11 fechas nos quedan unas pocas más a principios de 2009 por confirmar que subiremos dentro de poco.

Muchas gracias y nos vemos en la Gira Meteors!

Miguel