The former members of Twilight Kingdom, and the various other bands we've all been in over the years (Castle Bravo, Lotus Project, Full Circle) are back at it again, sans the Bassist from the first incarnation of Twilight Kingdom (Kevin Hamm) and with a new drummer known as Shane, and no, he's not the drummer from Full Circle, he's a new guy. Great drummer, by the way.
We, meaning Steve and I, have decided to stop writing songs that showcase our ability to play crazy off time music, to creating and writing songs, from the ground up, like all the old school musicians out there. We are pushing our own boundaries right now in the sense of writing and mixing all of our favorite bands together. We can only describe our new music as being along the lines of if Pink Floyd and Nine Inch Nails gave birth to a musical baby. It's going to be interesting.
The album we are working on is tentatively titled "Memorial". It is being written as a saga or "concept album" and we are going to chronicle a single man's life progression through a horrible world. That world is going to be similar to our time line starting back in the 20's progressing to the present, but only if the bad guy of the late 30's to mid 40's actually won. It's not our world for real, but an offshoot time line, so actual names and incidents don't apply. It's a mix of then, and now, how things are, and how things should be. We plan on showing some obvious dissent for the way things are now, but we are going to do it subtly. Not because we don't want to ruffle feathers, but because I think telling the story we have in mind the way we plan on doing so, will mean more to people than shoving it down their throats.
Trust me, you will enjoy the next album.
Imagine, and I Say imagine, because with this album, we intend on shooting video(s) as time permits, but imagine the album opening on a huge city in flames, being bombarded. Mortar shells going off, machine gun fire everywhere, just imagine the worst battle scene from any world war two movie, and that's what you get. The camera starts out high down a street, slowly moving towards and descending into, a broken blasted home. It's the only standing structure on this particular street, in this section of town, and that's barely standing as it is.
The camera moves inside, turns slowly to the right and heads towards a man, back to the camera, sitting in what looks like the rest of a blown out kitchen. Gray hair, matted and his clothing old and ragged, hodgepodged together from various bits and pieces of clothing.
The camera moves closer, and as it does, you hear a song sounding as if it's being played on an old record player from the 30's, and as the camera moves into the room centering just off to the left of th center of the man's head, you see a young clean woman's hand come out, touch him gently, and slowly stroke across hos back from left to right. Almost as if someone has come up behind him, placed their hand lovingly on his back, and passed to his right. In the corner you notice the old record player, broken, dusty, rubble everywhere, light streaming in through gaping holes in the roof.
As her hand disappears, the camera moves quickly around to the left but facing the man's head, you see he is holding a broken tea cup and saucer, the lip of the cup wet from his mouth, his face caked in grime, deep in the lines of his face, looking to be in late 70's. He has a smile on his face and seems to be chuckling. As the camera continues to rotate around the old man, the music swells up to full throated orchestral glory, and the old man appears to remain his age, but the house around him becomes whole. You see the wife standing by the sink, doing dishes, the kids running through the kitche, two young girls, and then the camera continues around him completely doing a 360 degree turn. As it comes to rest beside and behind him again it comes closer and looks over his shoulder at the paper on the table. On that table is a news paper with some article about a war in a far off land, but thta the war is coming closer. It makes the old man pause. The camera comes around again and you see the man with his tea and saucer, whole, and young, very young, and his face is ashen, yet determined. He looks to his children, then to his wife who appears to have been trying to get his attention, and when he finally looks at her, she asks if he is ok, and he smiles, nervously, and says, yes, everything is fine.
End of intro.
Wait until you see it, the way my minds' eye sees.
Thomas
