Some old fashioned bedroom doom!
One Year Later : Remembering Childhood/Brotherhood
One year ago today was a day full of accomplishment and emotion for the four brothers Okkoto as we watched our baby leave our hands one by one.
For three years we sweated on basement floors, perched our bodies on garage rafters, stacked our limbs atop our then dwarfish amplifiers, and spilled our guts to no one but ourselves. We had this beautiful jewel we got to nurture and grow, and we had eachother. Nothing else mattered. She was our self-induced high that dominated our everyday thought processes, roaming the streets, smiling behind our lips, thinking to ourselves “nobody knows.”
Well, countless bedrooms, garages, basements, sheds, living rooms, riffs, lyric sheets, shots, puffs, neon colored everythings, Blinks, broomsticks, line-up changes, treadmills, hose showers, bong-pots, “icecreams”, and Jon and Barbara Conns later and it was finally complete. It felt as though our whole lives had led up to this. Three years of becoming musicians, brothers, and one collective thought, was at last condensed into nine tracks. What had meant the world to us for so very long was now permanently pressed into history and ready to be passed along to any hands that would receive her.
671 copies later, it’s evident she traveled well. Online reviews claimed:
“This has everything. That is not an overstatement either. This album literally is, for lack of better words, undefinable. What are genres worth in the end either way? They tie a band down, Okkoto does not want to be tied down.” (Sputnik)
“Okkoto does everything right in this album. Without a doubt, this is worth a listen, or perhaps many listens.” (Sputnik)
“I think this could well be a psychiatric unit that for therapeutic reasons were forced to put their emotions in their brain on to music” (Open Your Arms and Welcome)
“This album is one of my favorite recent albums from an unsigned band.” (Gold Tongue)
“If you like your hardcore or mathcore you’ll undoubtedly really dig Okkoto, and if it’s not your usual ‘go to’ genre, then just give it a go, they may just sway you…” (Ride With the Devil)
And we smiled outside of our lips.
Whenever we are dead and gone this may not prove to be anyone’s favorite album of ours. I know it won’t be mine. This sits okay inside each of us because once again we have this wonderful little monster growing inside of our minds, and our lips can barely contain our teeth this time. We pick up from where our first album left off, this round though we have achieved the one thing we lacked when writing C/B and that is absolute wholeness. We are one. We are one conglomorative force channeling the deepest depths of our souls into aural bliss our outfit could only dream of creating four years ago in that basement.
Childhood/Brotherhood will always have a special place in our hearts because it represents exactly what it states, our childhood as a band, and our brotherhood as friends. To anyone picked up a copy, to anyone who even gave it a chance, one song or nine, to anyone who gave us a place to play, or watched us play, to anyone who has ever gone out of their way just meet us, or who has given us a floor to sleep on, thank you. It means everything to us. This year is bringing big thing for the four brothers Okkoto, and we are taking you with us. You are always with us. We are Okkoto and so are you.
-Lord Okkoto
To my brothers Iain Ewing, Garret Ormsby, and James Smith, I love you three more than my own flesh and blood. Together we can do anything.
Sputnik: http://www.sputnikmusic.com/review/41380/Okkoto-Childhood-Brotherhood/
Open Your Arms and Welcome: http://openyourarmsandwelcome.blogspot.com/2011/07/okkoto-childhood-brotherhood.html
Gold Tongue: http://goldt0ngue.blogspot.com/2011/05/okkoto.html
Ride With the Devil: http://ridewiththedevil.blogspot.com/2012/01/scream-if-you-want-hardcore.html#!/2012/01/scream-if-you-want-hardcore.html
New Music!
“I’ve grown too used to an empty bed and I think that I’ve started growing fond.
I’ve got no endless nights of concentrated passion stringing me along,
AND I DON’T MIND THAT!
No, I can’t find that reason beaming seeming to grow only slowly brighter ‘til it’s dead,
AND THIS IS ALWAYS HOW IT ENDS!
We can’t even simply decently concede about these little things, let alone still be friends!
Until your heart mends.
And then we’ll say it never mattered, though you were SHATTERED, TATTERED, climbing broken ladders heading nowhere, only up, so you could jump and land, break your legs and fail to stand up again!
BUT THAT’S LIFE!
For a nine-to-five kind of lifestyle,
living, if you’d call it living, swept into a pile and emptied out in your file.
They’ve got their thumbs pressed against you,
THEY’LL TURN ALL YOUR FRIENDS AGAINST YOU!
So if you ever want to sever these connections, I suggest on turning back now!
Before you have those friends to spare!
Never let them know you care, ‘cause if you do, and then you lose them,
what the hell have you got left except despair!?
AND THAT WON’T GET YOU ANYWHERE!
At least, not far enough away from here.
Where is she when she’s not by my side? Where is she? Well, she’s not.
Dreams are real-life, and life is a nightmare.
I’m sick of feeling sick every time I feel that empty spot in my bed, and that place where she’d rest her head on my chest while I’m asleep.
And she ISN’T EVEN THERE!
Then why can I still feel her hair draped around my neck, and the scent drifting up from my chest?
Well, I don’t ever want to feel a woman’s head against my chest unless I feel the feeling that I felt in that dream that I dreamt.
Why do I find myself trying to find the time to lie down, to rest my eyes? Because I cannot find satisfaction in this life.
Because I aspire to find that absolution.
And I know that it’s just an illusion, but ignorance is bliss and as long as I’m unconscious, I’m convinced that this, THIS is the real thing.
You’re like the light from the sky inside my mind that I can’t seem to find in waking life.
You’re like the lights that shine bright each night, behind my eyes in a different life.
It’s like you found a door on the back of my head,
and inside you found a bed, and still you lie there alone each night.
And if I could find some way to crawl inside my head, be sure that I’d lie there with you instead of having to fight this night-life fight each night.
Because I’ve been waiting to fall asleep each day for much longer than you’d want me to explain, but I still remember, but I can’t remember you.
And it’s when I can’t fall asleep at night, that’s when I fight the night-life fight, because I can’t remember ever remembering you.”
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Lord Okkoto - What Thousand Words Does This Picture Paint?
Come and browse the little help I provide
It dwells in the one place you never searched, it dwells inside
I watched a sinkhole swallow the continents
Spit out the ocean and cough up the monuments
I didn’t run, I sat in awe and I gazed
Describe yourself in three words:
A Blank Page
And all they’ve ever wanted was to be something important to someone else
and so they try, and so they try
Sit let’s have a talk
Bleed the pen
Grind the chalk
I’ve got questions regarding these happenings
Sit so we can talk
Bleed the pen
Grind the chalk
I’ve got concerns concerning both you and me
We make it up as we go along so
We don’t know how it ends
Loose or win
It’s all just make believe
Look into my eyes there’s nothing to fear
If it’s not in the brochure you won’t find it here!
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Lord Okkoto - Childhood
You know I’m always thinking about dying
I hate the idea of it, but the truth is I’m infatuated by it
I want to be lost in that moment
I want to know that feeling, falling from a building
I want to know a white haired woman
Someone who can tell me everything
I want to be lost, I want to be aware in my last moment
And I want my last moment
I don’t want to die in my sleep
I want to lose myself in a breath of smoke
I want to lose everything just to know what it was
Don’t listen to a word I say I’ll just regret it
Because what is life but one giant missed opportunity
And I want that flash before my eyes, that flash of everything I have forgotten
And I have forgotten so much
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Lord Okkoto - Global Warming Killed My Mom and Dad (and violated my sister…)
The good death is that by art
The bad is that by butchery
This could prove a burning bridge
At least in terms of you and me
I’m the artist
Your the butcher
I guess that still makes us friends
Ditch your clothes
And ditch your “feelings”
I’m in this for the benefits
My opinion’s nothing more than artificial flavors
And this is a love letter I etch-a-sketched in the dirt
“Oh, what a night, to be alive!”
I’ve been sifting through these memories
Searching for a single thought that belongs to me
To me
You’ve been drinking so much sarcasm
Now your breath smells of irony
You’ve been drinking too much sarcasm
Now your breath reaks of irony
I have been proofreading your “note-to-self”
And I must say there are several grammatical errors
But, my opinion’s nothing more than artificial flavors
Who in the world taught you proper english?
The unstoppable force just met
The immovable object
And introduced itself with words
That when spelled out don’t make much sense
One more thing miss
Did I mention
I don’t like your
Short attention
One more thing miss
Did I mention
I don’t like your
Short attention
Span
This is a love letter…
I was supposed to take a trip down memory lane
But my flight got cancelled
Ever since I could remember
I’ve been dressed to impress
I am dressed to impress
I am dressed to impress
Artists can butcher too
