Blood Ceremony

The Horseshoe Tavern Presents

Blood Ceremony

Hollow Earth, Haxan

Sat, June 29, 2019

Doors: 9:00 pm

The Horseshoe Tavern

Toronto, ON

$12.00

This event is 19 and over

Advance tickets also available at Rotate This, Soundscapes & The Horseshoe front bar

Blood Ceremony
Blood Ceremony
BLOOD CEREMONY's distinct style of flute-tinged witch rock evolves from an infernal marriage of occult-inspired acid folk and vintage hard-rock riffing. After a mind-numbing study of hundreds of trashy witchcraft films, the group began to pour their energies into crafting songs, transforming their fascination for horror into a profane musical vision.

Their sound bears witness to the heavy bands of yesteryear, fusing progressive rock elements with folk and an early '70s downer vibe. Invoking the mischievous Pipes of Pan, Blood Ceremony songs are distinguished by singer Alia O'Brien's flute solos - accenting an instrument long-associated with a list of devilish figures.

A celebration of Euro-horror, '60s saturnalia and occult miscellanea, BLOOD CEREMONY, their debut album, was mixed by Billy Anderson and released by Rise Above in 2008 to enthusiastic reviews. In 2009, Blood Ceremony completed a successful European tour supporting Brit doom legends Electric Wizard.

LIVING WITH THE ANCIENTS, Blood Ceremony's sophomore album, expands the group's dark and regal sound with a heavy dose of vintage organ, gritty guitars and stirring flute harmonies. The album was recorded in Chicago by Sanford Parker. With LIVING WITH THE ANCIENTS, the band continues its journey through the mire of ancient occultism and flute-infused downer rock. The album was released on March 1, 2011.

Since the release of LIVING WITH THE ANCIENTS, Blood Ceremony have performed at the prestigious Roadburn Festival in Tilburg, Holland. In the fall of 2011, they completed their first headline tour of Europe culminating in a performance at the Hammer of Doom VI Festival in Wurzburg, Germany. In 2012 they supported Sweden's GHOST on the "13 Dates of Doom" North American tour. Currently, the band have enclosed themselves within a dank, tomb-like chamber to begin preparations for a third Blood Ceremony album.
Hollow Earth
Hollow Earth
Hollow Earth was a thought between members Mike Moynihan (Guitar) Steve Muczynski (Vocals) and Aaron Goodrich (Drums) during their stint of touring with legendary hardcore band Shai Hulud during November 2010. One year later, almost to the date, the three friends decided to take that thought more seriously. Rearranging their lives so they would be in the same location in Michigan, the members moved in together and put things in motion to became a real band. Their objective with Hollow Earth was to write sincere music and begin touring as much as possible. Quickly recruiting Dave Giandiletti (Guitar) and Jake Hicks (Bass) to complete the line up they wrote a six song EP entitled We Are Not Humanity within the two and half months of their inception and headed off to record at Getaway Group in Massachusetts with Jay Maas (Defeater, Verse, Shipwreck).

On We Are Not Humanity Hollow Earth draw on the influence of legendary bands like Turmoil and Buried Alive, capturing the energy and anger of hardcore that has been lost on so many new bands. Hollow Earth's lyrics are dark with thought provoking premonitions that paint a picture of impending doom that threatens the human existence. Riding into our demise, there's no turning back, the decimation of our world is eminent and Hollow Earth is the perfect soundtrack to play us out. We Are Not Humanity will be released on April 17th, 2012 through Panic Records on CD, Vinyl and Digital formats.
Description
Download 2 songs from our We Are Not Humanity:
http://www.mediafire.com/?qp7v5rb16z5m8eo
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Below are the lyrics for the entire record, enjoy.
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THE GREAT FORGETTING
Behold the rise of man supreme. Discard the ashes of prehistory. We are the climax of all creation, born to fulfill our destiny. Blessed purveyors of a single culture ruthlessly marching to the beat of a drum. The culmination, the sole exemption; as masters we'll reign at the helm of the world.

ON THE BOUNTY OF THE GODS
Progressive destruction. Human endeavors to maintain control. Relentless expansion. God given rite to beseech the role as wielders of power. We are the tillers of this soil. Cast in stone and iron our weapons are forged with guilty hands. At war with the world. Eradication of all obstacles with total disregard for life. We'll beset the living world. In the name of salvation, we accept a life of toil. We'll beset the living world. For the world belongs to man and we were destined to conquer and rule. Metal illness, crime, poverty and rape, depression and madness, insanity; mere hindrances of a superior culture, a small price to pay for the advancement and progress of humanity. Sing salvation on mountains high. Rejoice in glory, be guided by light. Sing salvation on mountains high. Rejoice in the glory, be guided by light. Grasping tight to ideas of reaching paradise. We'll hope and pray for rest in the hereafter.

UNFAMILIAR CAGE
Bestowed knowledge upon conception. Kings and queens of inherited crowns with a birthright to possess all that is seen. Gaze upon our kingdoms of foolishly coveted land. And with arrogance we claim this as our own. But in the last light of day as the sky is painted black, the stillness is disquieting. In the distance a solemn voice, gently sings an ambient song; a soothing melody to keep us hopeful and withdrawn. Yet something seems terribly wrong. We've been enraptured by this siren song. From the moments of our infancy we've been humming along. This is the voice of mother culture; her nurturing, incessant plea. An endless call for the preservation of a failing dynasty. (Preservation) the cunning voice of mother culture, (misleading) misleading us from the understanding that we are captors as we are captives, of the very world we've heedlessly enslaved. Incite knowledge by means of progression. Kings and queens of forsaken crowns with a willingness to embrace all that is seen. Piece by piece we'll dismantle our kingdoms and replenish the salt of the earth. And with humility relinquish our throne. Awareness will thrive as the veil is torn away and the bars of the cage become visible. Our fallacies will writhe as the veil is torn away and the bars of the cage become visible. Our desire to escape is now engaged, as the bars of the cage become...

THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS
What man built up the wind and rain tore down and the fields he cleared the jungle fought to reclaim. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree if all of mankind perished utterly. There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground. There will come soft rains and swallows circling with shimmering sound. And wild plum trees in tremulous white, immersed in the chorus of singing at night. There will come soft rains and not one will know of the war, not one. And Spring herself when she woke at dawn, would scarcely know that we were gone.

ON THE PRECIPICE
We are the parasitic blight of the world, an overpopulated horde of competitors in competition for the scarcely limited resources of the earth. Standing armies with weapons in hand in pursuit of imperial wealth. Unknowingly we forge our path to cultural collapse. With valor and confidence, we spread our wings and step off the edge. And in the freedom of the air we claim victory despite the warning signs of vital disrepair. We'll defy gravity and remain in flight, and with godlike impunity we cast our shadow unflinchingly upon our desire to thrive. But after centuries of perpetual dissension, the ending is now in sight. Collapsing, as we plummet to our demise. Failing, closing the gap between the dirt and the ash. Crumbling, as we deliver our final prayers. Descending upon a bed of nails in a fiery hell. For the cinders are now blazing red beneath the cauldron of our culture. For ten thousand years this fire has scorched the earth. No gods or prophets to lift this curse. So now here we are at the crux in the wake of such loss. We stand on the precipice of human extinction. We stand on the precipice of... Ten thousand years in dissent, propagated by a thirst for dominance. Break the chains and relent or we shall perish by the rite of the damned.

THE GREAT REMEMBERING
We once belonged to the world. Man lived at mercy with the earth for three million years. We once belonged to the world. In that belonging man survived for centuries upon centuries. Beneath the banner of civilization, upon foundations of tangible wealth we've carved out our eyes and are leading the blind astray; from the very means by which we've survived for centuries upon centuries of time. Will there be hope for man in the ashes of all we've destroyed? And so I ask, will there be hope for man? Before the fire of life consumes mankind and we're left to be reclaimed. We once belonged to the world. Time has come to abandon the path of salvation. Cast away all fear of sin and corruption, vice and wickedness. Praise not gods, martyrs, mortals, or idols for the giver of life exists before our very eyes and she's begging for mercy. We are not one, but many. And when the many of us have gathered you'll know the final hour has come. We are the ones, the final hour is at hand. Behold the fall of man supreme. Restore the pillars of prehistory. Verily I say unto you... Again and again and again: we are not humanity. We are not humanity, we were not born to reign supreme. We are not humanity, we are a single culture of misguided beliefs. We are not humanity, we were not born to reign supreme. We hold the Earth in captivity, and as its captors it's our choice to set it free. We are not humanity.
Venue Information:
The Horseshoe Tavern
370 Queen Street West
Toronto, ON, M5V 2A2
http://www.horseshoetavern.com/