The re-release of Cradle Of Filth's Total Fucking Darkness plus additional never-been-released extras is very nearly upon us. To order the double vinyl gatefold (limited to 666 copies Worldwide) go to Mordgrimm/CradleofFilth
Not wanting to own a rare piece of history? Then the equally formidable CD will be available for general consumption here ... …
The co-headline European tour with Behemoth is going great, from a sold-out show at the London Forum to a furious headline gig in Paris, it's been a f**king blast!
Yesterday we had a quite a packed day off metro-ing it around Paris, photos of which I will be posting over the coming day or so as I collate them on my travels. Keep those peepers peeled.
The picture below was taken in the Catacombs far below Paris where 6 million human remains are interred in ornate skull and bone…
Update 8th August 2013
What a hectic couple of weeks these have been!
My Birthday fortnight (!) kicked off properly with a visit to see my pal Bam Magera in London with his band 'Fuckface Unstoppable' at the Camden Underworld, which was a great night in the company of my sister Amanda and her boyfriend Patrick, whose new house in Greenwich I crashed over for the evening, having been met by…
The trip to Bulgaria started interrupting my dinner on the Thursday evening when Dan and tour manager Steve turned up early, apparently bored. They'd travelled down from Scotland that morning, picked a hire car up from Heathrow and had killed some time in the afternoon watching World War Z at a local multiplex whilst I was busy last-minute rehearsing.
Hellfest was amazing this year, despite the 48 hour drain of driving all the way there in two vans, one for the stage gear and one for Daniel, Paul, James, myself and our Monitor guy Pete. It was pretty horrific in all fairness, but in a really good way.
Leaving Ipswich at half past four with our former tour manager Steve Page at the proverbial helm and driver Andy in the hot seat, I winked in and out of existence until we hit…
The Hell-born in Melbourne.
Another early flight, another hotel that we manage to quickly drop our stuff into before heading to the venue. Except that for once I decide to crash out for a few hours and hook up with the band later, as I'm feeling pretty bloody exhausted. Truth be told I'd make a shit vampire anyway, as I find it near impossible to sleep during the day!
A few hours in…
We arrived in Seoul at a reasonable hour and were greeted by the promoter and his interpreter, who not only is playing in the support band the next night, but also owns the club where we will be playing and a bar where we undoubtedly will end up partying in after.
The lengthy journey into the city via a giant red penis statue, finds us at yet another luxurious hotel (The Marigold-just constructed) where we have enough time allocated to drop off our travel bomb sites before heading out…
April 30th 2013
Not a huge amount to write about for this insert as its a lengthy travel day to Hong Kong via a five hour lay-off in Kuala Lumpur once again and after the last few days travelling and playing in the heat, plus the 'do' everybody had last night, we are all genuinely tired to fuck. Still, our humour remains intact as we troll through check-in/security/ boarding gate/plane and Big Martin's…
The show day in Argentina begins with a lengthy lay-in at the hotel and a
hearty breakfast, with plenty of time to catch up with the necessities of life, like back to back episodes of CSI and dyeing my hair, which seems to have aged considerably within the last four or five flights.
The day starts with an accursed alarm call, a gallon of coffee and a very early check-in for the two flights to Costa Rica, the first via El Salvador where we will be playing tomorrow, the rising sun chasing us down the runway as we point ourselves towards our heavenly goal.
Delirious from the outset, the flight makes little sense as we are so tired that everything passes like a blur, one minute I'm captivated by the loud on board announcements, the next I'm waking up on the…
The tour started with a five am roll call at Springvale studios, which was running an hour late from the off, meaning that I was the only one sitting down at the rehearsal room whilst my pick-up was sixty odd miles away on this cold, chilly April morning. However, having loaded everything up from the Cradle Of Filth equipment shed, we made up for time by telling James and Daniel to get cabs to Heathrow airport from central London to avoid us getting caught in the building congestion…Continue
Good evening Filthmongers,
I thought I'd quickly write a blog before departing for Mexico this week to undertake Cradle Of Filth's tour of South America.
Everything is go and we are all presumably well-rehearsed. I say presumably as I haven't seen any of the band since finishing the European tour late last December! A bit tricky when you all live in different parts of the world it has to be said.
Anyhoo, I do know that we are all very excited about playing together live again,…
Greetings once again friends and fallacies,
Dani here, riddled with Seasonal Affective Disorder. For, despite the gothic ambience of drizzling rain and wind lashing about the backdrop of the Suffolk countryside, I would die for a tropical day sat in the shade of palm tree about now, Midnight-hogging Vampire Overlord or not. The weather is miserable and cold. My Mother came back from India to two foot of snow, the colour of lightly cooked steak to a house so cold you could ice your…
The week we were due to receive our US performance visas truly was one of the worst weeks of my life, as it launched itself blazing into nightmare with the rotten news that the US tour was being cancelled. Believe you me, there is still no one more pissed off about this than me, over nothing more than a silly visa issue. Still, what can you do, the more you complain about the immigration laws, the less likely we are to get in next time we intend to…
It has indeed been six/seven weeks since our return from our successful European tour with Godseed, Rotting Christ, Blynd and Darkend in joyous tow, so it feels only right to at last commit pen to paper and fill you all in on what has been happening of late in the Cradle Of Filth camp.
Sweden is cold. Still, the venue is close and labyrinthine, there are early showers and clothes washing facilities, nice food and some nice solidarity after the sluggish day off.
The door to the bus still entrances me with its jet propulsion hydraulics
that threaten to clamp you against the bus's metal bosom should it catch
you, which it really fucking tries to do every time I try and shut it. It's like a carnivorous door on the…