This is a remix of my own band, Bosnia. The riff originally appears on the song "Sanctuary Arson" off of our 2006 demo.
BOSNIA REMIX
The original song can be heard here.
Showing posts with label Bosnia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bosnia. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Bosnia Review
I just found this review of 'Nazarene Hallucinations' online. I thought it was a very descriptive way of reviewing us...
Jasper: If you have just become a dad like me, dirt has a rather negative connotation. The house should be clean, poopy diapers thrown away, the little critter should be scrubbed like a maniac at least three times every week, even the dog should be raised better, because god forbid if that hairy rodent dares to slobber our little princess with his slime bucket...All this considered 'Nazarene Hallucinations' by the American dirtbags Bosnia was a huge shock for our little household. Because if there ever was a goddamn filthy rancid bunch of dirt clods, it is this crusty sludge band.
Think High On Fire, FaceDownInShit, Tragedy, and Buzzov-en, and raise the filth-factor by twenty. On 'Nazarene Hallucinations' all subtelties of more progressive sounding bands like Kylesa and Mastodon are left far behind and replaced by gallloping drums, hammering basses, and buzz-saw guitars. At times Bosnia sounds like the even hairier brother of Tragedy, while if they step on the brakes immediately the green smoke clouds of stoner sludge hell take all fresh air away. Like the last act at a squatter party, after which the whole place is torn to the ground and levelled. Sometimes a fan of sludge metal just wants to fucking sit back and enjoy some pretentiousless mayhem like Bosnia. This band does not need to entertain intellectuals, or storm the heavens with some Pink Floyd or King Crimson influences. Fuck that shit, as long as your little homestead is turned into a big pile of swine shit after this record stopped in its own filth. Oh well, a bit of vileness is good to build up some resistance for those little pests, not?
Jasper: If you have just become a dad like me, dirt has a rather negative connotation. The house should be clean, poopy diapers thrown away, the little critter should be scrubbed like a maniac at least three times every week, even the dog should be raised better, because god forbid if that hairy rodent dares to slobber our little princess with his slime bucket...All this considered 'Nazarene Hallucinations' by the American dirtbags Bosnia was a huge shock for our little household. Because if there ever was a goddamn filthy rancid bunch of dirt clods, it is this crusty sludge band.
Think High On Fire, FaceDownInShit, Tragedy, and Buzzov-en, and raise the filth-factor by twenty. On 'Nazarene Hallucinations' all subtelties of more progressive sounding bands like Kylesa and Mastodon are left far behind and replaced by gallloping drums, hammering basses, and buzz-saw guitars. At times Bosnia sounds like the even hairier brother of Tragedy, while if they step on the brakes immediately the green smoke clouds of stoner sludge hell take all fresh air away. Like the last act at a squatter party, after which the whole place is torn to the ground and levelled. Sometimes a fan of sludge metal just wants to fucking sit back and enjoy some pretentiousless mayhem like Bosnia. This band does not need to entertain intellectuals, or storm the heavens with some Pink Floyd or King Crimson influences. Fuck that shit, as long as your little homestead is turned into a big pile of swine shit after this record stopped in its own filth. Oh well, a bit of vileness is good to build up some resistance for those little pests, not?
Monday, August 31, 2009
Bosnia Comeback Show
Here's some video from the Bosnia comeback show last July. I only got the first three songs before my battery died.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Post Bosnia Show Wrap-up
The first Bosnia show in over a year was amazing. It was great to have a fond welcome home after such a long absence.
Out of curiosity, I googled us and our CD and realized there are tons of distros carrying it, and you can even buy it on Amazon. Though we're still wallowing in the shady depths of obscurity, I've never actually experienced a band that was "accessible". At least Amazon accessible.
With Steve and Adam now heading back to their new homes and beginning our next period of what a regular band calls inactivity, I'm realizing we need to keep this train rolling however we can.
Out of curiosity, I googled us and our CD and realized there are tons of distros carrying it, and you can even buy it on Amazon. Though we're still wallowing in the shady depths of obscurity, I've never actually experienced a band that was "accessible". At least Amazon accessible.
With Steve and Adam now heading back to their new homes and beginning our next period of what a regular band calls inactivity, I'm realizing we need to keep this train rolling however we can.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Denver Hardcore?
I have no idea what this is, but somehow Bosnia is credited to making an appearence in this incredibly lame looking documentary.
I have no idea how we have anything to do with this nonsense (though I'd probably point the blame at Steve) but I would probably shit my pants and eat it if I found out any of the guys behind this or featured in it sincerely liked us (or have even heard us).
I have no idea how we have anything to do with this nonsense (though I'd probably point the blame at Steve) but I would probably shit my pants and eat it if I found out any of the guys behind this or featured in it sincerely liked us (or have even heard us).
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Lyrics
Lyrics and short explanations to the upcoming Bosnia record:
TRAIN TO OMARSKA
Hatred aged like wine, no human condition
spared from the debris on the road to perdition
They came for me in my sleep with bloodlust in their eyes
Where the words of their leaders were as sharp as their knives
Board the train to Omarska
Smoke bellows out of an echo of Treblinka
Their guns to my families heads in the dead of the night
when the torture is silenced, I see no end.
And now the seed is inside me
like a poison, and in the distance
I hear the women scream for mercy
as thine enemy grows in me
Hatred aged like wine, no human condition
spared from the debris on the road to perdition
Like the furnace bases filled with flame
A premonition for this world: genocide, decay.
(This is the closest thing we'll ever offer to a name referencial song. Omarska was a concentration camp used during the Bosnian/Serb war. It is in no way pro or anti one side of the conflict, but more based upon accounts I read of the families in Bosnian villages during invasions. The most disturbing detail I read of was the Serb attempts to "breed out" the Bosnian race through rape and forced impregnation of Bosnian women/children. We've all learned at least the basics of the genocide of WWII, but somehow the attrocities of Bosnia get overlooked, even though they happened during our generation.)
JEHOVAH
jehovah, the gears of your machine are greased with lies.
The lies are covered by the worker's cries.
Engineered secrets of prophets names in decietful trades
Told in spades, the uranium fills our grave.
Coiled behind titanium doors
Waiting for the other shoe to hit the floor.
Scrawled into cement like bible verses,
their faith in confidentiality statements.
They've written lie to law with blood on parchment.
Whispers screamed into the brick
Elevations locked deep in crypts
Hidden under walls three feet thick
Dead fields filled with what we don't know
Forced as products of what we're not shown
Will I die by the code?
(Based on several conspiracy theories, all revolving around the higher power of government, and their ability to manipulate on emotional levels, making the comparison to religion using guilt to encourage allegience. )
A FLOOD
We saw our thrones overgrown
with ivy and green plagues painted
black with disgust and
washed red with anger and disappointment.
Breathe in the city scape, houses for psychological strain.
I see the water below welcoming me, so pray for a flood
and wind to lift my feet.
Breathing crimson death, fogging reflects
with each breath. Keep my ear too close to the street,
waiting for any sound to drown out my defeat
and paralyze conceit.
(Worse than experiencing the depths of depression is seeing a loved one struggle with a problem you know well. The helplessness often associated with being caught in an existential rut is mirrored by someones inability to help, which in itself, can leave you feeling like a shell of who you thought you were and what you are capable of.)
ASSEMBLIES OF GOD(LESSNESS)
Holy wood as a fire starter, white flames warm my back.
Placing faith in opposable thumbs, while hate parades march
to the beat of a war drum.
Rise behemoth, crush the right.
With an iron fist, block their light.
Like a cancer in the body of Christ,
I am the zeitgeist.
Strangled by the bible belt
Enslaved to guilt I haven't felt
While upon an altar I haven't knelt
Reducing existence to its lowest form,
over and over again
Words as salt grains
and prayers for a change
For acts to challenge ways that stay the same.
My metaphor for opposition: volume for satan.
(It's the same story, just getting more angry. Christianity is still being used as a reason to remove human rights and keep people oppressed in the "free world". There's not even evidence...ah, fuck it...just watch this: www.zeitgeistmovie.com)
TRAIN TO OMARSKA
Hatred aged like wine, no human condition
spared from the debris on the road to perdition
They came for me in my sleep with bloodlust in their eyes
Where the words of their leaders were as sharp as their knives
Board the train to Omarska
Smoke bellows out of an echo of Treblinka
Their guns to my families heads in the dead of the night
when the torture is silenced, I see no end.
And now the seed is inside me
like a poison, and in the distance
I hear the women scream for mercy
as thine enemy grows in me
Hatred aged like wine, no human condition
spared from the debris on the road to perdition
Like the furnace bases filled with flame
A premonition for this world: genocide, decay.
(This is the closest thing we'll ever offer to a name referencial song. Omarska was a concentration camp used during the Bosnian/Serb war. It is in no way pro or anti one side of the conflict, but more based upon accounts I read of the families in Bosnian villages during invasions. The most disturbing detail I read of was the Serb attempts to "breed out" the Bosnian race through rape and forced impregnation of Bosnian women/children. We've all learned at least the basics of the genocide of WWII, but somehow the attrocities of Bosnia get overlooked, even though they happened during our generation.)
JEHOVAH
jehovah, the gears of your machine are greased with lies.
The lies are covered by the worker's cries.
Engineered secrets of prophets names in decietful trades
Told in spades, the uranium fills our grave.
Coiled behind titanium doors
Waiting for the other shoe to hit the floor.
Scrawled into cement like bible verses,
their faith in confidentiality statements.
They've written lie to law with blood on parchment.
Whispers screamed into the brick
Elevations locked deep in crypts
Hidden under walls three feet thick
Dead fields filled with what we don't know
Forced as products of what we're not shown
Will I die by the code?
(Based on several conspiracy theories, all revolving around the higher power of government, and their ability to manipulate on emotional levels, making the comparison to religion using guilt to encourage allegience. )
A FLOOD
We saw our thrones overgrown
with ivy and green plagues painted
black with disgust and
washed red with anger and disappointment.
Breathe in the city scape, houses for psychological strain.
I see the water below welcoming me, so pray for a flood
and wind to lift my feet.
Breathing crimson death, fogging reflects
with each breath. Keep my ear too close to the street,
waiting for any sound to drown out my defeat
and paralyze conceit.
(Worse than experiencing the depths of depression is seeing a loved one struggle with a problem you know well. The helplessness often associated with being caught in an existential rut is mirrored by someones inability to help, which in itself, can leave you feeling like a shell of who you thought you were and what you are capable of.)
ASSEMBLIES OF GOD(LESSNESS)
Holy wood as a fire starter, white flames warm my back.
Placing faith in opposable thumbs, while hate parades march
to the beat of a war drum.
Rise behemoth, crush the right.
With an iron fist, block their light.
Like a cancer in the body of Christ,
I am the zeitgeist.
Strangled by the bible belt
Enslaved to guilt I haven't felt
While upon an altar I haven't knelt
Reducing existence to its lowest form,
over and over again
Words as salt grains
and prayers for a change
For acts to challenge ways that stay the same.
My metaphor for opposition: volume for satan.
(It's the same story, just getting more angry. Christianity is still being used as a reason to remove human rights and keep people oppressed in the "free world". There's not even evidence...ah, fuck it...just watch this: www.zeitgeistmovie.com)
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