Graveyard Campfire

by BROND

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about

“MATCHSTICKS IS ALL ANYONE NEEDS
WHEN YOUR SOUL REEKS OF GASOLINE”

In 2016 BROND started work on their debut LP "Graveyard Campfire”
partly inspired by the political self-immolation cases that took place in
2013 and 2014 in Bulgaria. The record is a DIY release available on VINYL/DIGITAL/CD in 2018 followed by a European Tour in April-May 2018 spanning across 10 countries in Europe.

Special thanks to George “Geegor” Anagnostopoulos, Nikolay Ranguelov, Stefan Popov, Tsvetelina Kostova and everyone around the campfire.

THE OBELISK:

"A consistency of craft allows them to tip their hats to modern progressive metal — twisting riffs in a post-Mastodon vein put to their own purposes — and still make a chiefly melodic impression on songs like the aforementioned “Harvest the Sun,” the arrangement of multiple vocalists proving to be yet another strength put to welcome use. Likewise, the clear-headed approach to the production and a resulting crispness in the presentation carries that impression across all the more, and especially for a debut release, Brond sure sound a hell of a lot like they know what they’re doing."

OUTLAWS OF THE SUN:

"BROND are quite capable at playing epic progressive sounds. It shouldn't really work with the Punk Rock dynamics BROND include on the album. However, it does and BROND pull this off with immense style. Maybe BROND have included too many different musical elements on certain parts of the album. Though it doesn't affect the overall sound of the album. As Graveyard Campfire is a mighty step forward of BROND. This is an album that should see BROND make a name for themselves within the Sludge/Stoner Rock scene. Graveyard Campfire is a daring, challenging, exciting and action packed album."


All rights reserved. © 2018 BROND.

credits

released April 18, 2018

BROND:

Maksim Stoimenov – Drums/Vocals
Oleg Shulev- Bass/Vocals
Vili Popov – Guitars/Vocals
Petar Peikov – Guitars/Vocals

Recorded by Plamen Penchev at Sofia Session Studio.
www.sofiaso.com

Mixed by Justin Pizzoferrato at Sonelab Recording.
www.sonelab.com/recording.html

Mastered by James Plotkin.
www.plotkinworks.com

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BROND Sofia, Bulgaria

BROND is а riff-n-rhythm power house from Sofia, Bulgaria. Turning anger and frustration into ear candy for the musically inclined.

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Track Name: Enter Shamari
We don’t need to hurt you,
we don’t need to play.
Broken little ego-tripping macho bullshit games.
This land belongs to no one, so you better let it go.
Before you hear the magic words:
“Kvo be brato?!”

There’s no morals in your bones.
They get broken, now you know.
There’s no justice in your heart.
If it still beats with hate when it’s ripped apart.

Come on! I won’t back down!

There’s something I will never do
and that’s ignore the fists that
push around this broken world.
I will come through. You will come through.
We will come through with the fight
you brought us to.

Back down! Back it up!

Come on! I won’t back down!

There’s a truth I need to speak.
It’s the same old lie everyone repeats.
There’s no sense in spilling blood.
Just to prove a goddamn point no one understood.

There’s something I will never do
and that’s ignore the fists that
push around this broken world.
I will come through. You will come through.
We will come through with the fight
you brought us to.

Back down!

It’s not right.
Right. It’s not right. You don’t know.
Seize your fire.

Back down!
Track Name: Harvest The Sun
Surrounded by life is never enough
when death is all that we’re promised.
We are the bones.
We are the bones that leave
this shallow grave home.
We walk past our graves with sun in our eyes.

Directions.

Suns mourn no one.

Scythe in one hand,
we walk through the
fields and look for the golden forever.
The killers have sown.
The killers have sown.
Blood drenched soil we roam.
We walk past our graves with sun in our eyes.

Reflections.

Suns mourn no one.
Track Name: Failure
He is. He is. He is. He’s a failure.
Drink to the forgotten fears
of this little lonely bastard here.
He watches from the mirror where
his hopes reversed are standing bare.
Failure. He’s a failure. He’s a failure. He’s a failure.
He is. He is. He is. He’s a failure.
He drinks, dissolves and disappears.

One drink is going to make it clear,
second one and I’ll shed a tear.
Third one and I’m near.
Drink, dissolve and disappear.
Failure. I’m a failure.
I’m a failure. I’m a failure.
I am. I am. I am.

You’re all gonna fail.
Failure.
You drink, dissolve and disappear.
Track Name: Impossible Downhill
It’s not luck we made it.
When you brake, you start to fly.
Take on this impossible downhill!
Take on this impossible downhill!

One. More. Step on.
Back to back with a monster.
Back to back with the beast.

The last thing you do is the last thing you try.
That’s when you put your foot to the floor.
Never regret, never sleep, never die.
That’s when you can’t but you push it some more.
The last thing you do is the last thing you try.
That’s when you put your foot to the floor.
Never regret, never sleep, never die.
That’s when you can’t but you go on. Go on!

Sweat and blood tastes awesome.
Now that’s extreme lung capacity.
Mid-air amid a lethal endeavour.
Mid-air in a moment forever.

One. More. Step on.
Back to back with a monster.
Back to back with the beast.

Procrastination. False diligence. Incompetent fucks.
Deadlines. Dead spines. Bureaucratic rats. Addictions.
Sleepless nights. Self-destructive behaviour.
Frustration. Depression. Unexpected panic attacks.

The last thing you do is the last thing you try.
No regrets. Never sleep. Never die.
Track Name: Graveyard Campfire
Fire in the eyes of a cop.
He’s warm now as the rest of you rots.
Matchsticks is all anyone needs
when your soul reeks of gasoline.

Sing this song if your home’s
a graveyard campfire.

Smoke fills the media’s lungs.
Your black breath is hiding the sun.
Ashes always taste good.
Burnt tongues can’t taste other food.

Sing this song if your home’s
a graveyard campfire.
Track Name: Voice Of The Void
You can’t breathe.
Nothing is sacred. Everything’s numb.
I’m the void and the silence that
buries your heart and it’s done.

Let me take that anger.
That sorrow you never believed
and give it to everyone else
you wanted to be.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
Be the voice of the void you never deceive.

Breathe. The voice of the void.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Voice of the void.

I will erase you, turn you to dust,
spread you across over the ocean of
souls with waves that eternally bleed.
Let me see you tremble. Let me see you
fight the infinite wound gushing with the
blood of your pride.

Bleed in. Bleed out.
Be the voice of the void nobody needs.

Bleed. The voice of the void.
Bleed in. Bleed out. Voice of the void.

Look up to the sun.
Give in to the sky.
Let tomorrow be tomorrow.
Never sink into your lies.
Because every day we have is borrowed.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe. The voice of the void.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Voice of the void.
Track Name: Backbone Supreme
Listen to me.
Gagging on grief.
Take to the streets.
Just what I need.
Seize the remains.
Heartfelt complaints.
Fury times are now.

Now is just my excuse.
Always reacting, never
really asking what’s my
stake in this?

Watch my descent.
Empty contempt.
I’m so extreme.
Backbone supreme.
Words will suffice.
No sacrifice.
Fury times are now.

Now is just my excuse.
Always reacting, never
really asking what’s my
stake in this?

I will do something.
Now.
Track Name: Ghostfucker
Regret with teeth like
worn out rails and
it’s head on the flaming
floor of a place where the
dead dance away in thunder.
By the rhythm of their breaking
bones.

Remember.

Ghostfucker!
Every time you look away
you seem to be looking back.
Ghostfucker!
Every stone unturned is
a tombstone in your path.
Ghostfucker!
Every time you look away
you seem to be looking back.
Ghostfucker!
And there’s a ghost you’d like to
to fuck.

Dance! Dance! Dance!
Dance away in thunder!
Dance! God damn it!