#(otherwise doomie would come over there and end her too)

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1. Do this uquiz

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

"But why would I be like my father? It doesn't make sense..."

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Tagging: @sins-of-the-sea (Any of the Seven!), @chiromutt/@project115,

[alch3mic]

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The job you had was rather... peculiar one.

It certainly wasn’t the strangest job you’ve ever had in this crazy city, not by a long shot, but it was perhaps the most interesting you've had yet.

You were a personal maid.

That in itself was a pretty ordinary job title, which is why you didn't hesitate to apply for the job when you saw it online one day.

It was described simply as a live-in kind of gig with some rather long hours attached and a rather strange set of requirements, but the pay was way too good for you to pass up.

So you applied.

You were met the very next morning with a very strange phone call from a very callous individual who asked you some very bizarre questions.

The kind of questions you very much never asked for a job interview.

...Which made the whole thing seem very suspicious to you.

Still the money was very tempting so you decided to... very much continue with the job application anyways.

After what felt like more of an interrogation than a proper interview, the voice on the phone had told you to come down to the 'estate' for a face to face, and from there they would decide if you really got the job or not.

At this point you had expected a couple of things.

Like, maybe this was just some kind of prank and you'd show up to an empty lot, or... maybe it was a really elaborate ruse to rope you into some kinda weird pyramid scheme?

Wouldn't have been the first time that kinda stuff happened with all the different jobs you've applied to over the years.

Well, what you hadn't expected was to show up to the most ominous looking mansions you could've ever imagined; complete with deep dark colors, thorny rose bushes and several tacky gothic ornaments that made the whole thing look like it popped straight out of a storybook for a villain.

To top the whole affair off you met the owner of said villainous mansion; one very tall, very intimidating skeleton, who held the same callous tone as the one who spoke to you over the phone.

...A Fell...

And that's when your heart sank.

Seems like your bad feeling was right.

.......Until it wasn't.

The exchange you ended up having with him was actually rather pleasant, and he seemed to warm up to you rather quickly when you made an unexpected friend out of his cat. His sour expression ended up turning.. well.. less sour at the very least, and from there the two of you really seemed to hit it off.

Your job, as he described, would be easy.

Take care of his recluse brother.

......And that was it...?

Alright, you said.

And really, that was it.

You were given a rather cool looking (although also kinda tacky) uniform which completely matched the whole dark and gothic interior of the house, a tour of the place, and a small list of duties you were expected to perform daily along with anything else his brother asked of you.

Anything else, Papyrus took care of.

Cool.

Great.

Stellar, really.

What your new boss failed to mention was how much of a recluse his brother really was.

Like, the guy didn't even leave his room the first few days you were there.

You exchanged very few words with him through a large set of double doors on occasion, and you eventually managed to work out a bit of a schedule where he'd leave his room for a few hours and you'd tidy his space up.

You still ended up never seeing him.

He'd always miraculously disappear before you came in, even the few times you'd shown up just a few minutes early in hopes that'd you catch a glimpse of this guy.

But, no luck.

The whole affair just left you feeling rather curious about who exactly it was you were taking care of. You could tell from picking up his room that he was tall, much like his brother, but also kinda wide.

Built more like a square than a rectangle.

You could also tell he had a variety of interests from the books always messily littering his room. Anything from astronomy to zoology, all of the pages meticulous marked with sticky notes and papers with hastily scribbled notes on them. There was also an assortment of crafty things, like fabrics and chains always hastily thrown together on a desk that he apparently used to make things, such as outfits for himself.

It was cute, in a way.

He even eventually made something for you.

A gold bracelet, decorated with most delicate porcelain red roses who's petals were also trimmed in gold.

A thank you, he said, for taking care of him... and for filling the halls of this home with your singing.

You absolutely adored it, which is why it made you all the more determined to finally meet with him face to face.

Of course though, just like with everything else in your life, none of your plans ever worked out. Every opportunity to catch a peek at him was missed, even on the days where you would slide him things like meals through his door. He was always shadowed by the light in his room, so you could never see his face, and he always closed the door so quickly so your eyes could never adjust.

It was.. a little frustrating but, really it wasn't your place to push why he hid away.

You did happen to ask Papyrus one day when you were helping him tend to the rose bushes, but he all he told you was that his brother was shy around other people.

...Shy your fuckin' ass.

Sure, he was sweet. You could tell that from not only the gift he gave you, but also from the extended conversations you'd have with him on the other side of the door. He was a bit quiet in your first few exchanges but eventually warmed up a lot more to you the more you tried to strike up friendly conversations. He ended up becoming a little more cheeky, and seemed to have a certain skill for making you bust your butt laughing with his otherwise raunchy humor.

Really.. with that kind of smoother talker personality you really had to wonder what he went through to make him so cautious around others.

But.. again it just wasn't your place to ask.

You were here to make a paycheck, not invest yourself into the problems and lives of others... despite how much you enjoyed working for your employers.

Both of the brothers ended up treating you very well.

You were paid handsomely and never felt yourself being overworked. They never asked anything outrageous of you, gave you a rather lovely living quarters all to yourself on the estate grounds and even gave you adequate days off.

The whole thing almost really felt like some kind of fairy tale.

So here you were again, living in a small piece of your own world as you wandered the halls of the estate in the late hour, technically past your shift.

The rain pitter pattered against the window as you traveled with a laundry basket in hand, your last chore for the day. It had taken a while to dry thanks to the damp weather, and even though you were technically due to be off you wanted to have this finished before retiring for the evening.

Just needed to drop it off in front of Sans' room and away you'd g-

"mrow?"

You inhaled quickly at the sound, jumping a bit before turning back to look down the hall at a familiar white cat in the distance.

"Oh stars above, it's just you Doomy," you breathed out, placing a hand to your chest.

The cat meowed again as it trotted closer to you, so you carefully set down the laundry basket to scoop up the white cat in your arms.

"You scared the hell out of me! Didn't Papyrus ever teach you it's bad manners to sneak up on others you silly little cat?" you whispered softly as she purred in your arms.

Oh you could never stay mad at Doomfanger for too long.

She was just too cute, and always liked to keep you company on nights like this when Papyrus had to attend to business in town. Certainly made you feel a lot less lonely, even though you knew someone else was technically in this house too-

CREAK.

You froze again, hearing nothing but silence until the floors creak again underneath someone's footstep.

Then another.

And another.

Closer and closer.

......

Alright well you were armed with nothing but your two fists, some laundry and a cat, but Papyrus had left the whole estate in your care tonight and you would be damned before you disappointed him!

So, you turned confidently to face whoever was stalking these halls before being met with...

"...Sans?"

You're not exactly sure what compelled you to call out his name, considering whoever you were looking at had a blanket covering their shoulders and head, but apparently your guess was right as he froze on the spot.

"...Jeez, both you and Doomfanger are apparently determined to scare me out of my wits tonight," you finally sighed, letting the cat go as she gracefully landed and sauntered her way over to Sans before rubbing up on to his leg.

He still seemed frozen in place, his head tilted ever so slightly in your direction but the blanket he wore over his head still casted him into shadows thanks to the dim lighting of the halls. The only thing you could properly see were a pair of eyelights burrowing into you, one red and one white.

"Is.. everything ok?" you asked, picking up the laundry basket and carefully approaching closer.

Clearly it wasn't considering he was out of his room when you were here but...

"....left.."

"Huh?" you asked, still trying to at least keep some respectable distance between you both but also taking a step in to catch what he was saying.

"i...i-i thought you.. already.. so i......... snack..."

He was fumbling with his words, seeming to shrink in a bit on himself almost in fear or some kind of embarrassment.

"Oh! No, sorry!" you explained with a quick wave of your hand. "I just had this last load to finish but it took forever to dry so I stuck around a little longer to get it done!"

You did your best to smile warmly at him, which you hoped would ease a bit of the tension he was holding, but it didn't.

Instead he became... really...

Red.

Very, very red in fact.

So much so that it actually lit up his face, and for once you could actually see him as he stared back at you, seeming transfixed upon your features. There were harsh cracks and scratches splintered over his face, and just the faintest hint of gold where a tooth would have been.

"...Huh.."

Your words seemed to snap him out of whatever kind of trance he was in and he quickly covered his face with a clawed hand.

"n-no! this...! i.. didn't...! mean to... scare..."

He seemed to be scrambling for words again, but you were still dazzled by what you just saw, unable to keep the sparkle down in your own eyes.

"You've...."

He continued to cover his face with his other hand.

"......got some crumbs on your face."

.............

He carefully peeked at you between his claws, that red eyelight of his slightly enlarged and looking.. incredibly confused.

"Here," you said, tapping your own cheek.

Sans seemed to pause again, carefully removing once of his hands to rather quickly wipe his face.

"Nope, other one!" you giggled, unable to resist the smile climbing over your face once again.

Another attempt and another miss.

You could feel his eyelight bore into you some more when you laughed a bit more loudly this time, shaking your head and setting down the laundry basket once more.

"Oh my gosh, just..! C'mere!" you finally said, taking a few more steps while pulling a handkerchief out of your pocket.

He stared again for a few more moments, hesitating only slightly before carefully bending down to your level and slowly moving his hands from his face.

You lightly placed a hand on one of his rather tense cheeks before gently wiping the other, making note of the kind of crumbs he still had clinging to his face thanks to the red glow that still illuminated his cheekbones.

Slowly you felt the tension he held melt away and soon enough it felt like he was resting his head in the palm of his hand while a gentle rumbling noise made itself present to your ears.

"....Did you eat the last of the cookies?" you asked, glancing back up him only to see him quickly look away from you.

".........maybe," he said softly, letting out a small gruff laugh.

"Ooooh, Papyrus is going to have an absolute fit when he gets back," you snickered.

"...yeah i know..s'fine," he mumbled softly. "..just gonna blame it on you."

"Hey!!"

"...or doomfanger.."

"Oh my stars, do not blame the cat you goober!"

"what? i'm pretty sure you'd both get in less trouble than i would!"

"That's not the point you jerk, haha!"

"..heh.."

Yeah.. this... really was quite the peculiar job, wasn't it?

Strangely though, you liked it.

A lot.

Especially now that you got to see just how cute the skeleton beyond the door really was.

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Red melted into the comfortably worn couch, settling down for a quick catnap, Doomfanger nestled beside him. The sun’s warm rays shone down on him through the window. Breath slowing and fog overtaking his mind, Red silently reveled in the wonderful peace and quie--

“GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU HOODLUMS, BEFORE I BLAST YOUR ASS INTO NEXT THURSDAY!!!”

Ope, Pap’s home. Sans sighed, not reacting otherwise. He’d been hoping for a few more hours minutes of beauty rest. Outside, screeching Papyrus sounds intensified as he stomped towards their average but comfortable house. Red snickered. It wouldn’t be a holiday without his brother yelling at teenagers like a grumpy old man. 

Doomfanger lurched up attentively. She skittered towards the door, meowing loudly.

The door flew open as Pyrus trudged in, grumbling under his breath. Heading straight to the kitchen, he tore off the toilet paper clinging to his uniform, before peeling off the outfit entirely, hard candies colliding with the floor as he shook it out. The tall skeleton shook his body wildly in an effort to dislodge the remaining candies from his bones.

With a long-suffering sigh, he flopped down onto the couch next to his brother. 

Sans smirked. “bad day, bro?”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

Doomy crawled onto his lap and jackhammer-loud purring could be heard as Pyrus started petting her absentmindedly. 

“jeez, what happened, dude?” The smaller skeleton inquired, eyebrow lifted.

“Neighborhood teenage brats were mocking me. Again! Requesting me to sing sing that insufferable song, you know, the one with the skeleton in the pin-stripe suit. And when I refused, they threw candy and toilet paper on me!” Recounting the events seemed to worsen his mood, foul aura permeating the air around him. “They have no respect nor decorum!!”

A glint appeared in his brothers eyes, “aw, come on, bro. theyre not that bad. dont be such a hallo-weenie about it.”

Pap groaned loudly. “Ugh, that was terrible!”

“eheheheh yeah, but youre smiling.”

“I AM AND I HATE IT!!”

A few long beats of comfortable silence passed.

THUMP!

Both the brothers jolted.

THUMP THUMPTHUMP!

“what the hell?!” Sans growled. They whipped around to see bright white smears sliding down their living room window.

“THOSE FUCKERS ARE EGGING OUR HOUSE!!!” Pyrus barked.

“sonuva--” More growling. “wait here, ill teach the little bitches a lesson.”

The younger brother scoffed. “As if you could fare any better than I did.”

“oh i absolutely will,” was all that Red uttered before lumbering out the door to confront the aggressors. 

- - - - - -

Thump thwack THUMP!!

- - - - - -

Five minutes later, he silently reentered the house, head downturned. Papyrus side-eyed him with obvious satisfaction.

“Hmm? Did you ‘give them a bad time’ as you always say?”

The shorter (and now much messier) skeleton glowered at the other.

“No? Well look who has egg on his face now! Nyeh heH HEH!!” Papyrus cracked.

As his brother cackled at his own pun, Sans balled up his fists. “ohh, youre gonna pay for that, paps.”

Sensing danger, Doomfanger yowled and sprinted away into the other room.

In the blink of an eye, Red tackled his brother off the couch. Rolling around on the floor, the two of them snarled as they wrestled. Wiping one hand on the eggs that coated his jacket, Sans brought it down his brother’s clean shirt.

Pyrus shrieked, “NO! Why did you do that, that’s disgusting!!”

Attempting to writhe away from his brother’s hold proved fruitless as Sans repeated the action. Their tumbling continued, just as rambunctious as before. Just as Pap pulled his brother into a headlock, the shorter one licked his own phalanx and shoved it into the other’s acoustic meatus.

Jerking away and releasing Red, the taller one gagged. “OH MY GOD! Why did you do thattt?!!”

“you were being too sassy. needed to be put in your place,” he quipped.

Pyrus squawked. “PUT IN MY PL-- You know what, never mind, of course you would do something so vile. Either way, I don’t want to hear your excuses! You can’t just give me wet-willies!!”

“i can and i did.” Sans said smugly. “besides, whatre you gonna do about it?”

Unfazed by his brother’s taunts, Pap’s gaze turned vicious and a sly grin overcame his face.

The other’s eyesockets widened in realization. “wai’ wai’ nah, you wouldnt dare...”

His only response was a smirk. In an instant, Fell’s hands were everywhere all at once. Phalanges squirming into Sans’s neck, ribs, knees, causing peels of laughter spill out of the victim him.

Between breaths, he managed to protest though not really meaning it. “wait, shit, stop!”

“Payback, brother!!” Papyrus cried with fiendish glee.

The relentless attack continued, fingers fiercely scribbling over bones. But it wasn’t long before Sans built up enough resilience to return the favor tenfold.

As Pyrus screeched from the counterattack and Sans laughed maniacally, the two of them continued into the night, delinquents long forgotten.

- - - -  - - - -

“BROTHER! Come on out, already!” Papyrus yelled at his brother’s bedroom’s closed door. “Everyone’s waiting!”

“no!!”

“Just get out here, you look fine!!”

“no!!!”

Groaning, Papyrus--now donned in pirate garb--turned towards his guests. Undyne, Alphys, and the new human he adopted mentors, Frisk had come over to go trick-or-treating, a human holiday where they tricked others into giving them free food while they wore the skins of monsters. Highly insensitive and offensive, in the edgy skeleton’s opinion, but Frisk had insisted on everyone participating this year. Which lead them to where they were now.

All of his guests looked increasingly bored as Red stalled for time. Alphys, dressed as a rotting zombie, was watching Mew Mew Kissy Cutie on her phone with Frisk--who dressed up as a blue knight. Meanwhile, Undyne reached the end of her fuse.

“Runt, if you don’t get out here in 30 seconds, I’m kicking your ass into the goddamned CORE!!”

Loud grumbling erupted from Sans’s room. “fine, jeez, whateva’!”

Out of his room slinked Red, wearing a 1920s-style suit, complete with fedora and toy tommy gun. “i look so stupid! why the fuck’s this thing so constricting!”

“You look fine, now lets get this over with!” decreed Papyrus.

Frisk chuckled, “Gotta say, Sans, you look rather gangsta~.”

Undyne groaned as Alphys merely rolled her eyes.

“HUMAN!” Pyrus gasped. “You’ve been corrupted by my brother’s mediocre puns!”

“eheheh nice one, pipsqueak.”

Undyne sighed loudly, “Can we leave now?!”

“and whatre you supposed to be, fishsticks?”

She glared at him before flipping her hair. “A beautiful and seductive siren, duh.”

Her wife blushed as Red surveyed the siren ‘costume’: a ripped up dress ending in a mermaid tail, and stage makeup to make her look more gruesome and bloody than usual.

“meh.”

“YOU MOTHERF--”

Herding all the monsters towards the door, Frisk laughed nervously, “Okay, okay, lets just go already!! Mom and MK are waiting!”

As the monsters begrudgingly assented and journeyed into this Halloween night, no sad times were to be had and all was well.

...

“Hey, dude, you know you got egg on your house??”

“FUCK, I FORGOT--!!!”

fin.

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a gift for @quezq! this was a lot of fun. bolded lines are prompts from this!

[doomedandstoned]

HEAVYDEATH Hails The ‘Sarcophagus In The Sky’

~By Billy Goate~

This weekend, Doomed & Stoned is bringing you the world premiere of 'Sarcophagus In The Sky' (2017), the third album by Stockholm's HEAVYDEATH (or Tung Död as they're known in Sweden -- derived from the Old Norse, Þungr Dauði). Formed in 2013 and featuring Nicklas Rudolfsson on guitar and vocals (Runemagick, The Funeral Orchestra, Domedag, Necrocurse), Johan Bäckma on bass (Necrocurse, Rapid Terrör), and Daniel Moilanen on drums (Runemagick, Katatonia), HEAVYDEATH have been quite the busy doomers, dreaming up nearly a dozen demos, four EPs, and two albums (including the much hailed 'Eternal Sleepwalker' on Svart Records).

The album opens in characteristically stormy fashion with an ominous, rumbling – the sound of anticipation that I've come to identify with HEAVYDEATH. “The stone has a purpose,” a grave voice utters prophetically. “A new journey begins, soon after dark.” And with that, we are immersed in the dark, strange reality of the Sarcophagus In The Sky. As with all of HEAVYDEATH’s work, the riffs are intuitive, the rhythms well-placed, the low-end growling like hungry beast on the prowl, the atmosphere charged with electric mist. Heavy as all hell.

Something untoward is about to happen. A sky-bound monolith has appeared suddenly and without warning. Who or what is it? For the answers, you must dive headlong into each of these ten tracks. The new album is releases on November 17th and can be pre-ordered on LP, CD, Cassette, and digital formats.

Give ear…

Sarcophagus In The Sky by HEAVYDEATH

An Interview with HEAVYDEATH

By Billy Goate

We’re excited to hear about your third full-length record, coming November 17th! Tell us all about the new album.

Nicklas: We are very pleased with the outcome. As usual, we do everything ourselves, DIY low-budget, and record all songs in our rehearsal tomb in a few days. But I think all of us are so pleased that we can say it's our best album so far (which surely every band says...). This applies to songs, arrangements and sound.

As I said, most of the recording was made in our rehearsal room, for a few days during this summer 2017. I made some vocal overdubs in the car and in the forest. Johan (bass) made all the mix and mastering in the rehearsal room too.

I also like that we not only used photographs and photomontages in the cover art and in the layout this time; we also have woven in some drawings and illustrations, which fit well. Many thanks to Catta “Eldhexan” who has drawn some illustrations for us. We once again chose to cooperate with the labels Aftermath Music (LP/CD) and Flowing Downwards (cassette) for the physical editions.

The song material is composed between 2013 and 2017. So there are some "old" songs like “Hunter,” “Darkness of No Return,” and “Dawn Without Sun” that have been featured on previous demos, but most of the songs are new. There are six main songs on the album (“The Stone Speaks At Winter,” “Hunter,” “Path To The Altitude,” “Sarcophagus In The Sky,” “Autumn Of Life,” “Dawn Without Sun”) and then there are some additional songs depending on which edition (LP, CD, cassette, or different digital versions).

Photo by Stefan “Rotting Vomitor” Rodin

Nicklas, can you tell us a little bit more about each of the songs that make up this album?

The Stone Speaks At Winter

“The whole song is basically based on one rhythm pattern in different places. It is about the existence of ancient wisdom carved in stones that those who want see can learn from.”

Hunter

“A rather varied song that breaks into different passages. A kind of awakening in clarity and a break with slavery in a so-called civilization.”

Path To The Altitude

A journey in passages with “ambient” chords, hammering rhythmic riffs and bass melodies. In a way the escape from the "normal" reality, a view from above altitudes where the tentacles can’t control you.

Sarcophagus In The Sky

A heavy rhythmic song with pumping chord melodies, ending in a “speed-paced” crescendo. There were old warnings about what should come, warnings that have been tried to hide, death from the sky.

Autumn Of Life

A mixture of doomy riffs and parts with floating melodies that mixes into each other. An autumn of life, a passage in death, storms and darkness.”

Dawn Without Sun

Also based on heavy rhythms and then terminated in the chords of the fall. After storms of death, darkness awaits for a long, long time.

Darkness Of No Return

One of the first songs written to the band in 2013, slightly heavier than the previous demo version. The title speaks for itself and fits well after a dawn without sun.

The Entity

This song was written during the recording session of the album, atmospheric pieces mixed with some “old school.” She exists in another “dimension” (and maybe also here?). She gives you a choice to stay or return.

During the recording session we also recorded two demo songs (Tidal Clarity and Shadow Of The Equinox) without Daniel on drums (I play drums) to test the sound. Both songs would fit into the album's "concept" but there was already enough material and “Tidal Clarity” might be too similar to “The Stone Speaks At Winter,” at least we were reasoning so at the time. Afterwards we decided to release the demo versions as bonus material. Available as bonus songs on the album (Bandcamp only) as well as the single “The Stone Speaks At Winter” (Bandcamp only).

Daniel working on arrangements during the album recording.

Several of your music videos, including the recent one for “Sarcophagus in the Sky” have you taking us into the forest at dusk. Do the woods hold a special meaning to you?

Nicklas: It's not a “music video" in that way, so to speak; more a simple visualization of the song. I filmed a walk in one take from our house through the forest up to a higher mountain, called "Örnekulle Knalte".

Personally, I like being in the forest as much as I can. Relaxation, inspiration and recreation. I live in the countryside with large forest right next to the house. Many in today's society certainly do not know how important the forest is.

Daniel and Nicklas relaxing after the first day of recording.

The album cover looks like a Noah’s Ark nestled in the trees, yet it appears to be a vessel of death. I’m intrigued – what is the Sarcophagus in the Sky?

Nicklas: The title and cover can certainly be interpreted in several ways. It's perfectly ok for the listener to do his / her own interpretations. The sarcophagus or coffin is more a visual picture of death. As I mentioned earlier, it may be that the death from/in the sky is forgotten in the present day. It also applies to death from/in the oceans. The large stone or we can call it the megalith can be a symbol or guidance. Or a monument of death...

Lyrics to “The Stone Speaks At Winter”

You are quite the prolific band: three albums, four EPs, and 10 demos full of great ideas. Has making music always come this easy to you or did you sell your soul to Satan when you were with Runemagick? Seriously, though, how do you do it? We’re impressed!

In recent years, I have had a long period of dense waves with inspiration. Cannot directly explain why, but it comes and goes. In the past I have had years of minimal lust and inspiration for music. But now it's like a high season in creativity for my part. I write music in my head when I drive car, walk or if I get a short moment with a guitar. I never practice getting better on guitar or any other instrument. My focus is on creativity and composing. Make trips in soundscapes with riffs.

It often happens that I or we take a lunch break and record simple demos. You can record some songs in 30-60 minutes. It's important to be effective when you have a lot of other things to do with your little life.

Johan bass recording.

We’d love to know more about the tools of your trade. Can you show us around your studio show us your wares? What pedals and effects do you find most useful to you in the music you’re composing and performing these days?

The royal tour of gear and sound.

You do all your recording, mixing, and mastering in-house. How long have you been doing that?

Nicklas: I've recorded that way with many bands and projects over the years since the 80's. In the beginning there was the 4 channel portable tape studio, which I actually still use sometimes. Then there have been periods in bands with larger budgets when the labels rented real studios. Periodically I have also worked a bit in a studio (Los Angered Recording, which later became Sonic Train Studios). But most of the recordings I've been involved in have we done entirely or partly on our own, often with so-called low budget equipment.

This also applies to HEAVYDEATH. We have recorded all the albums in different rehearsal places with our own equipment. The previous album we chose to get mastered by Andy at Sonic Train Studios. But otherwise we have done everything ourselves.

Recording drums with Daniel Moilanen.

As an engineer, what’s the secret to making HeavyDeath sounds like HeavyDeath on record?

Johan: We have no secret, plan or template. But you hope it will be better for each recording. You always learn something. On the last album, we feel like we got a good and heavy sound where our instruments fit together in the soundscape/mix.

Finally, would you play something for us acoustically from Sarcophagus in the Sky?

Mungiga and a very difficult question to Pelle Hellbutcher.

Thank you so much for visiting with the readers of Doomed & Stoned.

Thank you! Big thanks to those who support the band! And watch out for the Sarcophagus In The Sky!

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