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The Birthday Massacre:2002
In a world where dreams are held captive by the chokehold of reality and promises are a broken skyline, a race was born, stolen of sensation. These plastic beings were forced to live in a kingdom fed upon the knowledge of hollow existence, controlled by beautiful creatures with fairground egos and glacial hearts and where even the defects of the white rabbit are exploited and bloodied.
However once upon a time, within this land of animated horror, five found an identity hidden in the shadows of its magical forest where pages of contraband fiction were the roots to its epochal survival. Each of the five beings spent their nighttimes in the depths of the forest, listening to its voice and the magic it bestowed, rendering them with a title that was to play part in their destiny. With these prophetic identities a whole new knowledge was unlocked with a key to a door of escapism, each given a gift by which they would conjure romanticised sounds of emotion and dispel the mechanical lives of their kind. With their innocence and darkening life experiences fusing together in a haemorrhaging reverie of aspirations and illusions, a name rose to their lips, propagating their new chapter in the return of a oblique renaissance: The Birthday Massacre.
Bottling with originality their aural spells of light and dark and pouring them into the hearts of their believers The Birthday Massacre create a unique, powerful and emotionally enchanting sound (they’ll have you in tears yet altogether soaring). Industrial laden trances and synth pop sorcery make them a standout from the rest with an alloy of eighties inspired electronica soundscapes and pop songs with contemporary levels of haunting density. Harnessing an underlying juxtaposition and knowledge of universal contrast, they take their music to the shades of grey in both sound and overall concept. Just as there is white magic, there is black, as there is good and there is bad, fantasy and reality. All of this is conveyed right down to the sinisterly europhic vocals of Chibi. One minute bewitching, ethereal and as fragile sounding as glass, her voice then turns a page to become shatteringly vitriolic whilst equally compelling the next; like a car crash on cloud nine, it still invites you in.
This is the Grimm fairytale The Birthday Massacre are writing and everyone’s invited to play a part. You cannot help but relinquish your ears, heart and eyes to the horror show.
(Their debut record and online release ‘Nothing and Nowhere’ has already sold out to those lucky to hear the whispering across the virtual woods of the Internet fast enough).
In a world where dreams are held captive by the chokehold of reality and promises are a broken skyline, a race was born, stolen of sensation. These plastic beings were forced to live in a kingdom fed upon the knowledge of hollow existence, controlled by beautiful creatures with fairground egos and glacial hearts and where even the defects of the white rabbit are exploited and bloodied.
However once upon a time, within this land of animated horror, five found an identity hidden in the shadows of its magical forest where pages of contraband fiction were the roots to its epochal survival. Each of the five beings spent their nighttimes in the depths of the forest, listening to its voice and the magic it bestowed, rendering them with a title that was to play part in their destiny. With these prophetic identities a whole new knowledge was unlocked with a key to a door of escapism, each given a gift by which they would conjure romanticised sounds of emotion and dispel the mechanical lives of their kind. With their innocence and darkening life experiences fusing together in a haemorrhaging reverie of aspirations and illusions, a name rose to their lips, propagating their new chapter in the return of a oblique renaissance: The Birthday Massacre.
Bottling with originality their aural spells of light and dark and pouring them into the hearts of their believers The Birthday Massacre create a unique, powerful and emotionally enchanting sound (they’ll have you in tears yet altogether soaring). Industrial laden trances and synth pop sorcery make them a standout from the rest with an alloy of eighties inspired electronica soundscapes and pop songs with contemporary levels of haunting density. Harnessing an underlying juxtaposition and knowledge of universal contrast, they take their music to the shades of grey in both sound and overall concept. Just as there is white magic, there is black, as there is good and there is bad, fantasy and reality. All of this is conveyed right down to the sinisterly europhic vocals of Chibi. One minute bewitching, ethereal and as fragile sounding as glass, her voice then turns a page to become shatteringly vitriolic whilst equally compelling the next; like a car crash on cloud nine, it still invites you in.
This is the Grimm fairytale The Birthday Massacre are writing and everyone’s invited to play a part. You cannot help but relinquish your ears, heart and eyes to the horror show.
(Their debut record and online release ‘Nothing and Nowhere’ has already sold out to those lucky to hear the whispering across the virtual woods of the Internet fast enough).