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.
8/30/11
12/15/10
temple of love.
a vivid clip from an eager photographer.
not the best sound, but quite fun to watch. / misha.
not the best sound, but quite fun to watch. / misha.
12/13/10
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 - TO ALL BORDERS
lingua | Myspace Video
No land's an island
No man's a country
I've never seen a civil
Civilization
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
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 - TO ALL BORDERS
lingua | Myspace Video
No land's an island
No man's a country
I've never seen a civil
Civilization
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
12/7/10
12/5/10
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..
/misha.
/misha.
12/1/10
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...
/misha.
i'ma gonna get back to work then...
/misha.
11/21/10
11/19/10
11/18/10
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:
11/12/10
11/8/10
tape.
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.
press play on tape!// misha.
11/7/10
10/30/10
rock n roll psychosis.
it only took a month 'cause we are the fastest children in the bunch, but here it finally is: a live clip with two songs from the releaseparty, recorded at lilla hotellbaren in stockholm, sweden, on spetember 27th 2o10. crank the wolume to eleven and play it fullscreen and it will almost feel like you were there (if you weren't there, if you were there this will feel like making a tiny steak from a whole cow).
10/29/10
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