famous last words.

a month or so after breaking up we recieved a request for an interview with polish site rockoko. we hadn't gone official yet but once we did i checked to see if they still were interested, figuring i'd spill my guts for the band one last time. they were. read 'em and weep.


and i'm glad to announce that thomas, patrik and anders continue to make music ( and aparently lots of it) in a project called the isolation process. follow their facebook site here.

that's it for now.


towel throwers.

dear members of the world who make out the few percentage of it that is our listeners,

when we started this band it's main purpose was to be musical therapy for the four of us involved. within the walls of our rehearsal space we could do anything, and we did all that our minds could come up with. maybe not the most original stuff ever to come out of a band, but it was heartfelt and at the top of our performance. that was all we needed and all we ever wanted. during the ten year life span of this band we made eight demos and three cd's (including the alter egos come sleep and rövfitta) and we are glad we've had the chance to make and record so much music. we haven't travelled far or often, but some of the gigs we've done have been amazing and journeys on stage.

music is a very onesided relationship. you take, music gives. if music doesn't give, you listen to something else. when you are done with music, you sell it and buy new music. unless music keeps giving, then things stay the same until it doesn't. now, treat people like that and they will leave you. thankfully, music makes you feel but it doesn't feel. we like to talk about music as our lover, but we treat it like a whore. it sounds harsh, but it's the truth.

so what's the point to all this ranting? well, two months ago, misha decided to leave the band. music wasn't giving any more. the muse that had been lingua inspired no new material and was giving no theraputic value. in fact, he felt like he didn't need that kind of therapy anymore. anyone who listenes to the lyrics off the last album can clearly hear the direction things were going. we worked so hard making "all my rivals..", drained ourselves from ideas and threw everything we had in it. little did we know we were working on our swan song. but it became very clear to us as a year progressed after its release and we stood without new ideas, energy or inspiration. lingua had been drained and there was nothing we could do to bring it back to life again. when misha anounced his departure, all these issues surfaced and it stood clear that the band in fact had been dead for a long time. we just didn't want to se it. we had a great run, ten fucking years! but everything ends, and lingua (with all its alter egos) ends here.

so what now? thomas, anders and patrik has decided to keep playing music, but under a different name and with all new material. there was never any doubt not to bring in more people and keep lingua alive. lingua is a collective and it has four members. without any single one of us out, lingua is not. simple as that. misha has decided to leave music alone for a while in hope to find new inspiration. meanwhile he's going back to school in order to educate himself as school was one of his imaginary ghosts as a young man. but whatever we do musically, we promise you that we will keep you updated on this blog so you can follow us, if you feel it's hard to let go.

but we can't leave without a grand finale, right? so first off we will finnish what we've started, which is a new rövfitta demo. expect 13 tracks of hard hitting and utterly stupid thrash punk in swedish. we've also decided to upload everything we've ever done with lingua that isn't bound to legal restraints to our reverbnation site. all our demos, some from the albums, some rehearsals, pre-recordings from 2007 and a few live takes as well. it will all be up there in a little while (or a long while), we'll let you know when it's time. and after that, it's goodbye!

so long, and thanks for all the fish!


alex make lingua go dubstep!

a few weeks ago we recieved an email from an italian who wanted to make a remix on one of our songs so we sent him some wav-files and told him to have a go at it and boy did we underestimate the outcome. go to his little soundcloud and listen to the result HERE. and don't forget to to turn the bass way up. thanks a million, alex, you really shed the skin off this sucker and showed the underlying monster. we're not worthy! /misha.


temple of love.

a vivid clip from an eager photographer.
not the best sound, but quite fun to watch. / misha.


draw the line.

earlier this year, an extreme right wing party was elected by 5.7% of the swedish voters to join the government. two days ago, sweden experienced an act of terrorism and it's first suicide bombing in central stockholm. the acts had no direct connection with each other, but indirectly they did.

these both events make me sad. i don't get angry about it, enough people are. it is anger, fear and ignorance that form these acts of insanity and their following rash and juvenile precausions. it reminds me how important it is that we think for ourselves and question everything, even ourselves. every single day.

as the world constantly learns more about itself, shouldn't we become more aware and less afraid?
and as the world constantly shrinks with all communicative possibilities handed, is it really that hard to see that we are not all that different as we sometimes believe?

it's all connected. we're all connected. no matter how many borders we draw or walls we build. isolation is devastating. borders are imaginary and only real in our heads.


lingua | Myspace Video

No land's an island
No man's a country
I've never seen a civil

In search of home
Some bury others
Yes, home is everything but
It's not a piece of land

Know what compels us
A vicious catalyst
All borders drawn in blood are
Drawn from our fears

Nothing's forever so why
Piss all these territories
They are not written in stone
They're pissed in snow

Own plot, won't travel
Own fear, will ravel
It builds no man or woman
To inherit pride

Can you speak freely?
Or do you freely sleep?
No land can set me free, no
No land can speak for me

In search of home
Just close your eyes


it's a massace.

ok, fellow rockers. here it is, the ugly naked truth. enjoy the show! / misha.


we've got more coming..

ok, so the tour diary was actually done, but then i figured out how to subtitle the film. so now i still have shitloads to do. give me a few more days on this one..



diary of a mad band.

well, not really. but i'm working on a tour diary video and so far we've packed our gear, driven the distance, soundchecked and warmed up with a little pre party at the hotel. next up is showtime, after party, continental breakfast and the long way home.

i'ma gonna get back to work then...



come talk to me.

i just did an interview for trebuchet magazine, read it here.



the water glass

getting ready for the gig..


apocalypse now and then.

i put together a little clip from our gig at pub anchor last wednesday. tomorrow we head for karlstad in hope to rock some socks off of our fellow swedes. it'll be out first attempt at a video diary so keep your eyes open for updates of me tearing my hair in despair as i try to wrestle modern technology and mold my new found knowledge into something watchable. but first things first, here's us at pub anchor:


anchor steam.

all photos by antonio ravina da silva.



i went to the store and picked me up one of these. if it works like it says it does, you'll be updated with moving pictures a lot more frequently from the lingua camp.
press play on tape!
// misha.


where's me jumper?

this is how good you look when you've been pimped by lingua! i just picked them up and we'll be selling these on gig1 and gig2, the rest will be sold on the world wide web in a near future. i'll tell you when.