Marcia: What up! Voices of the Wind are back from our South American tour with a brand new line-up, not to mention our long-awaited eponymous album! I just wanted to say thanks for supporting us through these tough times- Lucius leaving was not easy on any of us, and it took some time to get over his passing.
Matt: We've had an awesome time in Brazil- cheers to you for coming out in the rain, Rio! We were working on the new album in the bus across the freakin' jungle, so, yeah... It was a challenge! But we're all really pleased how it's turned out, how fresh and exciting it sounds. Difficult to describe *laughs* - like a combination of Meshuggah and Behemoth!
Marcia: It's rawer than our previous stuff, and way more technical. It feels liberating to experiment: I was fed up with releasing the same melodic, overproduced nonsense after 'The Axe to Fall'.
Matt: As you can tell, we're buzzing about it. The self-titled thing... That's kinda a mission statement! Yeah, I think a lot more of our records are gonna sound like this. How that'll turn out... Well, time will tell!
Marcia: To treat you guys, we were gonna treat you to a preview of the cover art, but, well... *pauses* it's a little too disturbing for you civilized lot! *laughs* So what follows is the lyrics to our lead single from the album, 'Hands of the Creator'. Thanks again for helping me through the band's, and my, break-up from Lucius. It's you guys that keeps us going. Stay strong, and keep it metal.
HANDS OF THE CREATOR
Marcia Delaque/Luca Stevens
Formless, psycologically defiled,
The birth is nothing as a construct for the unknown,
Worthless, theological decay,
In the cells sedition breeds, angers grown,
As secrets wear their hearts against, bloodied empty
Stone.
CHORUS
Descendant,
Revenant,
Degenerate,
Assimilate,
Bow down and be shaped afore,
The hands of the creator.
This vessel has served, purpose in placidity,
Internalized emptiness a function for life,
Behest of the knowing eyes and minds,
The race is sown with the tears of strife,
As silence and solitude collude in sombre
Night.
CHORUS
You follow, blind,
We are the one machine of actuality,
There is nothing in the past,
For the children, of, the,
Future.
Shaped by the hands of the creator.
