Happy Hallow's eve

Now here's the musical equivalent of apples and razorblades.

Which is to say it's a return to form of doomed folk and sludge paced blues. So this holiday season if you need the sound of party and melancholy but on fire in a trash can lighting up a back alley of regret, look no further.

TRICK OR TREAT

En route

'Honor the beast ... though by the doing, we die a little more' - Mike Mignola via Hellboy.

Previously on End Credit Blighters

Merchandising

Old ammo for new wounds

Against the current trend of up to the second coverage of nothing I will update if and when stuff happens. Good news, wonderful, that's a shame, how's your mom and moving along.

  Who doesn't love a preface / consumer warning? This was one of the first songs written for this project, add four years with a slight alteration in course and accepting the polarizing label of experimental, that's the first awkward step. Now if you can wrap your head around a misinterpretation of Link Wray with Neurosis worship, here you go.

Also if you're interested all of the Canons and Wolves demo was re-recorded and sounds a bit better.

Now back to work.  

Adjectives, and other unnecessary things in music.

So almost a year and with half as much of that put to honing knowledge in the fistic
musicalistic arts, here's a version of a song that was released about a year ago. Basically it's been beefed up and made to be less goofy and more gritty. The reason being there's more focus on where and the what is this beast headed for, also applicatin' for some shows.

Carry On.

March on

 Hey I've been kind of busy so I outsourced my updates to a better skilled writer.
Quit your whining you get a brand new song to listen to then disregards, so cheers

 
-This week sees another release of a song by the so called musical collective end
credit blighters. It consists of one man which digs up once again the age old argument
of whether or not a one man orgy is just masturbation. This has dogged philosophers
and the lonely for as long as man has no longer been afraid of being wiped off the
food chain by much more agile and efficient creatures. So if you listen you
are contributing to this never ending uroborus circle jerk. For someone with no
sense of humor dan is a mediocre song writer and this latest collection of notes
and rhythm displays an almost peace to violent to peace to violent that borders somewhere
between pretentious and clever. It's in the same neighborhood as ironic and witty but
they refuse to be seen with the likes of those two. I digress. You brought this
on yourself in fact having me write the introduction for this song may just be
a means for him to avoid having to preface what this song is about.
That dirty pig fucker. So bottom's up to the thinning lines between how our artists
and those in charge operate.
-Oswald.

anyways new fancy layout over at the bandcamp and more coffeehousery until I bamboozle
some respectable music club into giving me a chance.

IT LIVES.

But we may still kill it?

More ass kicking less bubble gum chewing sort of song up at the bandcamp.
Have a listen. Unless you thought Inception was the pinnacle of western
storytelling, in which case HERE's a lesson on metaphors and plot,
but you have to wait until the end to learn it.




More ways to experience this audio disaster, other than
uncomfortably by yourself near a computer, coming to get you soon.

Evil laughter.