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Witnessed

Vomitory, tour report 2005

13/04/06  ||  Lord K Philipson

So… We thought it would be a good idea to post a tour-report from when I helped Swedish death metal masters Vomitory out on 2nd guitar last year for a few shows. Alot of you guys don’t hang on the forums and quite possibly missed out on this being posted in the first place, but nice as we are: here it cums, big time as John Holmes would have said. Oh, there’s alot of photos in here, not sorted accordingly to the story, live with it, bitches.

Report by yours truly and Tobben Gustafsson, drummer of Vomitory.

UK/IRELAND TOUR

Wednesday, 2nd of November, travel:

The Lord: The guys pick me up in Örebro, all jolly as fuck. Off to the fucken airport, 2 hours away from my place. Ryan Air is the shit, as in THE SHIT. Ryan Air needs to be shot. Anyways, we get there, naturally having the security check us out closely and all that fucken bullshit. Fuck they think? We do know what we look like, feels kinda pointless to try to bring anything illegal on board since we always get fucken checked thanx to our glorious mugs and appearances. ‘sigh’

We enter the plane and for some reason we get fucken drunk real fast. I’m still amazed by that coz we didn’t drink much as far as I can remember. The guys sure looked after me and made sure I got the booze needed to handle the flight and everything (like they did thruout the whole tour). We enter the UK and Tim of Gorerotted (tour-manager) picks us up in this lovely van that we were supposed to travel in. All shit’s good at this time. We go to his place. Everyone crashes in the car and we wake up at the destination. We end the night with some pizza, beer and drinks and finally fall asleep. Some of us on the floor and some of us in the sofa. Real rockstar-style.

Tobben: Packed like sardines in a fucken tin-can in Eriks car we drove to the airport, picked up K on the way, had some beers (except me who drove the last part) and then arrived at the airport. I knew that K don’t like flying but I could not imagine it was this bad! Ubbe, Erik and me are always calm and have no worries at all before flying, but seeing K before we boarded the plane was one hell of a sight, hahaha! We did the best we could to make him feel more comfortable, and I guess knowing that we were going to have lots of drinks on the plane made K a little cooler. Well up in the air we were all of a sudden very drunk! Don’t know how that happened but we sure as hell had a very pleasant flight.

It was really nice to see Tim again. Vomitory and Tim’s band Gorerotted did a short tour and some festivals together last year and we had a killer time. It’s always nice to meet old friends! Tim took us to his place in Norwich, we had some beers and some whiskey and fell asleep very late.

Thursday, 3rd of November, Birmingham:

The Lord: Wakes up, not hungover for shit and in a great mood. The hour for leaving arrives and… we don’t go. Why? Becoz the fucken van is broken. There is a god and he obviously doesn’t dig us guys and the fact that we root for Satan.

So… After meeting one of the bands supporting us (Screamin’ Daemon) our only choice is to pack ourselves into a regular fucken car. Obviously we would have to split up to be able to travel like that so after the trip to Birmingham one of us always travelled with them fuckers for the rest of the tour since we couldn’t be in the same car. Awesome start of the tour to say the least. Well, after what seemed like 5 weeks in the fucken car we end up in Birmingham where 2 presents were waiting for us.

1. Jo of Bolt Thrower.
2. Karl of Bolt Thrower.

There’s no way we can express our gratitude to these people for being fucken insanely awesome and for bringing us a bottle of Gin and a bottle of Vodka. Jo knew we (Tobben in particular) dig Gin and the gal really floored us by her presence and presents. Karl was killer and still to this day it’s hard to grab the fact that that’s the guy doing vocals for The Bolt’s. It just didn’t match up, haha… We thank you guys and we love you whole-heartidly. The venue was awesome. The “crowd” was not. England can go fuck itself. Or at least this city. Could have been some 40 people there, tops. Death metal is really big in the UK it seems. Yes, I’m fucken ironic, bitch. The stage was great though and it was the biggest and best sounding one of the whole tour. We actually didn’t care too much about the lack of people, it was more like a rehearsal to us and the gig went fucken fine playing-wise. We just wanted to get the gig done (and personally it was nice for me to finally do the debut-show with flying colors) and hang with the Bolt’s, which we did and eventually we ended up shitfaced and Jo and Karl went home. They were missed. This event, and 2 more events made this tour worthwhile but more of that later. We (that’s a lie, we never did much packing, we just hung out and let the supporters do the work) packed our shit and went to bed somewhere. Felt nice to have my first gig with Vomitory done. But I think I just said that.

Tobben: Travelling in two regular cars packed to the maximum with equipment + five big guys isn’t exactly what you wish for when you have 7 shows and countless hours of driving ahead. Fuck, Tim’s nice van should have been so nice, but something fucked up and the workshop couldn’t have it finished in time. We still had a tour ahead and the first show was in Birmingham, some four hour drive away.

When we finally arrived in Birmingham, we hook up with the other support band, the UK death metal veterans Desecration. We’ve played with them a couple of times before and they’re all cool guys and they deliver some decent fucken death metal! Also, the two presents, Jo and Karl of Bolt Thrower, had two more presents waiting in Karl’s bag for us:

1. Vodka
2. Gin

Don’t know how, but somehow the lovely Jo knew my favourite booze is gin! A wild guess would be that K has something to do with it… The show went pretty good playing-wise, and as K said, we didn’t bother about the lack of people. It was the first show we did with K in the band so I was more thrilled about that, than that we were actually on stage doing a show! Sweaty as hell we went backstage after the show, drank gin and hung out with Karl, Jo, Tim and some more guys. We had a really nice time, and it was awesome that Karl and Jo made us feel so welcome! We definitely needed that for the rest of the tour.

Friday, 4th of November, Bradford:

The Lord: First off, if Tobben says I snore when I sleep somewhere in this report, he’s fucken lying. Bradford… As someone in the touring-company gently put it (while cracking the laugh of the century out of us) about Bradford… “- Bradford is a fucken nigger-infested shit-hole!”. Hahaha, oh man… The Swedes are not guilty of this comment, let’s stay at that. This venue seemed ok at first sight. At a second sight it fucken didn’t. The biggest fag available, dressed in leatherpants and a a Burzum-shirt was the DJ upstairs, and I swear, if we would have been drunk as fuck and serial-killers instead of musicians we would have killed him on the spot for being the ugliest fucken being in England. And most probably the fucken world. 2nd gig, boring gig, and I never wanna fucken see Bradass again. I remember the show being good though playingwise, but I think Tobben wasn’t too fucken impressed with his performance. I believe it was here that his cymbal-case broke as well. And believe me, the next day we would all find out that this fucken case was near to impossible to fucken open. We should have had a tank for it. To run over the fucken thing. I’m sure the case would have outlived that as well. Kudo’s to the company who built it, I guess. I think Bradsemen was the city that witnessed a pissdrunk member from one of the bands with us on the tour getting into a drunken argument and bla bla bla… We didn’t fucken care and left.

Tobben: We’ve played in Bradford, at Rio’s, a number of times before and I guess Vomitory holds the record there for having the least amount of people showing up to a gig. No kidding! This time though, it was a smaller venue in the basement of a pub. I still had some hope left that this might be a good evening since it was a smaller, more intimate venue and it was a Friday. My last hope for this shithole called Bradford went straight up Margret Thatcher’s ass when I realised there were like less than 20 people in the club! Bradford simply doesn’t like Vomitory. And I can assure you: Vomitory fucken hates Bradford! Fuck off, this was the last show ever for us in Bradford.

Someone said that the lack of people was because of some celebration with bonfires and fireworks and shit that specific date, but I don’t know. I can tell you there were actually more metal-people upstairs in the pub than it was downstairs watching the bands! On top of that, my cymbal case broke just before our show and I couldn’t get it open, not even with brutal violence. So Nate (Screamin’ Daemon drummer) was very kind to lend me his cymbals for this show. But I played like crap. Maybe it was on purpose only because we played in Bradford, I don’t remember… After packing everything down, we went to some hotel, drank some more and fell asleep next to K, who snored at 120 dB, as usual.

Saturday, 5th of November, Dublin:

The Lord: Fuck Bradpenis, we are out of here for fucken Ireland. That can’t possibly be worse than what we had gone thru this far. And I fucken love the Irish people and language. I have no problems with fucken boats, planes are my fear. Tobben is not to keen on boats though, I noticed. After travelling on a fucken ferry that rocked more that fucken insert a rocky band here we arrive in Ireland. The scenery was fucken awesome to say the least. Dublin held the nicest backstage-area of the whole tour and we finally managed to get some food backstage. It tasted like fucken crap if I remember correctly.

Maybe that was Holland when I think about it.

The Vodoo Lounge was a cool place and we finally got some people in there, who obviously liked some Vomit on them. This is the only gig where I managed to break a string (and I don’t break strings, and you all know I play thick fucken strings). I remember exactly where I broke it as well. In “The corpsegrinder experience”. On one my of my absolute faveparts to play, haha… Needless to say I played that specific part a bit more light-handed from now on since I definitely wanted to play that specific part, you know. Many fucken thanx to the Creamin’ Vixen guys who fast-as-fuck sorted one of their guitars for me without even being asked to. I only missed a little more than one song thanx to them (I couldn’t bring my back-up Kelly due to lack of room in the car when we went to the airport), but it was real fun to see the other Vomits’ have at it without me, and watching one of my fave bands from the side of the stage wasn’t all that fucken bad, lemme tell you that.

I dug this show alot and I even think we got to sign some autographs. I never understood why the hell someone would want a session-guitarist to sign their fucken albums for, but hey, I’m a nice guy and ofcourse helped out, haha… Me and Ubbe had a nice walk thru the city, quite fucken drunk in the middle of the night. The other guys crashed, pussies as they are. I love Dublin. And I love the Vomitory-guys for making sure I had cigarettes and everything, all the fucken time. Yes, I’m one broke bastard. Death metal bastard, thank you.

Tobben: Woke up in a very good mood, knowing that we were heading for Ireland and Dublin today, and knowing that yesterday was the last time in my life I put my smelly feet in Bradfuck. Last time we played in Dublin was as support to Cannibal Corpse in 2000, and that show had one of the most violent crowds we’ve ever had, so we were really looking forward to it now! Well, at the port I got a bit nervous, ‘cause last time I was on a ferry I was so ill my face was green. So I had to get some beers and gin/tonic before we got on the ferry. It’s not that I’m afraid of being at sea, I just hate being seasick. Luckily everything went just smooth.

The venue was called Voodoo Lounge and it was a pretty cool place, and our old buddy, Murph (been on tour with him), worked as their in-house sound guy which was really cool. After unloading everything I focused on getting my damn cymbal-case open, and that proved to more difficult that I could ever imagine. At first I was so fucken angry about this, but after half an hour or so it turned into comedy! It was just ridiculous! We were three guys who worked on that fucken cymbal case for more than one hour before I luckily got to borrow the blade of a hacksaw from the guy in the corner-shop next door to the venue, and finally cut the fucken case open. Victory of the day!

At last there were some people showing up at our shows, a bit over 100 this night I guess. But I was a little disappointed with the quite lame crowd, still having that insane 2000 Dublin show in mind. But we put up a good show and after all the audience seemed to really like it. K broke a guitar-string in the second but last song (how the fuck did that happen??!!), but Louis, the lead guitarist of Screamin’ Daemon (and gentleman extraordinaire) was up on stage faster than you can say “ni!” and re-tuned his own guitar and lended it to K.

We had a really nice after-party backstage and we were all fired up for a Saturday night in Dublin! We took a taxi to the hostel which was in the middle of the Temple Bar area (where the nightlife is) – perfect! I was supposed to hook up with Murph (the sound guy) and his friends after checking in, but as usual there were some problems at the desk so it took us some time to get our rooms. Well, in the room I lay on the bed for a couple of minutes before I’d make the call to Murph. I was so in for going berzerk in the bars in Dublin, but what happens? I fall asleep!!! That’s just fucken typical! Woke up a while later and realised I’d never make it to the bars, sent Murph a message on the phone and went back to sleep, in a very bad mood. Sorry Murph! Ubbe and K were still up drinking though and kept doing that until early morning…

Sunday, 6th of November, Belfast:

The Lord: After the 2 drinking-heroes in the band (Me and Ubbe) did Dublin, I remember this morning very clearly. We walked around and ate at Burger King (as always). Went to some stores and waitied for Tim to pick us up. That took forever. For. Fucken. Ever. So, we sat on the ground and just bullshitted, waiting to leave for Belfast. And after what seemed like 2 months we get there. This place that we played was really nice, but the stage was small as fuck. Nonetheless we did a real good fucken gig and I clearly remember some Irish bloke harrassing Tobben and the guys about why some former fucken vocalist was kicked out and who usually replies to e-mails within the band. I gave the dude some pins and shit and I think we made his night though he complained of the length of the set. Go watch fucken Disney on Ice if you want some 5 hours of entertainment, we play fucken death metal and we do it for 35-45 minutes. Eat it, bitch. Oh, shit, yeah… The place where we slept was something extra… I think Tobben can say more about that. As always, me and Tobben shared room. And it was cosy as fuck with no heat and shit. Taxi.

Tobben: Started this day with breakfast at Burger King, like so many times before. Waited a couple of hours for Tim to pick us up so we could head towards Belfast. Outside Burger King, I ran into no less than Phil Lynnott! Very cool, but he was made of bronze and stood on a stone-foundation so we didn’t have much of a conversation. K killed some time by covering a sign pole with God Among Insects stickers. Driving in Ireland is just like you see it on TV: beautiful countryside and sheeps everywhere. Cool! The venue in Belfast, Auntie Annie’s, isn’t exactly comparable to The Globe Arena in Stockholm, but it’s a nice pub with one of the smallest stages we’ve ever played on. The opening band, which I can’t remember the name of, was plain terrible and the guitarist had a fucken fisherman’s hat on! Screamin’ Daemon did a good show and probably the band that had the best response from the audience this night. We did a decent show, got drunk afterwards (surprise, surprise) and caught Trud’s (Screamin’ Daemon vocalist/guitarist) impersonation of Rob Halford singing “Painkiller” on video tape. That guy, who is a very cool one btw, doesn’t only look like Rob Halford – he fucken sounds like him too! They should have gotten Trud instead of Ripper Owens when Rob left… ‘Nuff of the gay talk now! We got to sleep in some promotor’s place which wasn’t exactly comparable to Burj Al Arab in Dubai, but we got to sleep on inflatable beds and we froze our asses off the whole night because the heat was turned off and the windows in the whole apartment were of pure UK quality.

Monday, 7th of November, Glasgow:

The Lord: I have but one thing to say about Glasgow. Ok, maybe a few more.

1. I stole a Natalie Imbruglia poster at the place we played at ( It’s now on my front-door).

2. The stage was on the floor.

3. The people enjoyed themselves (all 40 of them) and this night made the whole tour for me thanx to In Flames. But I’ll let Tobben dive into that more deeply since he’s quite a storyteller.

It was real nice to meet the In Flames guys again and thanx alot to their tour-manager, Fredrik, who sorted everything for us as far as passes and shit went. It’s a shame Jesper went to bed early but the other guys really made us feel fucken welcome and it was good to see how stress-relieving it was for them guys to meet 4 fucken death metal wankers from Sweden in the midst of a UK tour with Motorpenis.

Tobben: Had a few beers on the ferry over to Scotland and everyone was in a pretty good mood. But we were a bit worried about this show, since it came to our knowledge just before the tour, that Motörhead were playing in Glasgow with In Flames as support the same evening! We wanted to go to that show instead too! The venue, which was in the basement of a large pub, was small as fuck and the “stage” wasn’t really a stage but a space on the floor in one of the corners. But the promoter took very good care of us, she was super cute. The food was great too. After unloading our gear we began figuring out how the hell we could manage to both play our show AND go watch the Motörhead/In Flames show.

K had emailed some guy connected to In Flames earlier about putting us on the guestlist for the Glasgow show, and that was no problem of course! Our show was scheduled to begin at 23:00 and we knew that the Motörhead-show started at 21:00 so we packed ourselves in a cab and went to that show to at least watch a few songs before we had to go back to our “venue”. When we came there we needed to sort things out with the guestlist, and some of you might know that usually that’s a pain in the ass! We arrived just after In Flames had finished so we were very eager to hurry up so we could get inside before Motörhead began playing. K did the talking to the girl in the office, stressed up as fuck. When she asked what company we were from, K replied with one of his now classics – “Company??!! Fuck company, we’re from Sweden!!!”.

We came in just as Lemmy & co started their show with “Dr. Rock”. Aaaarrrrgggghhh!!! We watched them for like half an hour, forty minutes, before we went looking for the In Flames guys before we should go back to play our own gig. We ran into In Flames’ bassist Peter Iwers, surrounded by crazy fans, outside their tour bus and he greeted us with a huge smile and looking pretty fucken surprised, as none of them knew we were in town. Peter invited us to their bus for a fast beer. We made some plans for party after our show and went back to 13th Note, which is the name of the place we played at. Peter Iwers and Jesper Strömblad said that they would come to watch our show, but we never thought that would happen.

I cannot deny that playing our own gig after just seeing Motörhead (in my book, one of the greatest bands ever) and knowing that there would be one hell of a party with In Flames after the gig, felt a bit… lame. However, we put up a pretty good show and it was actually pretty fun to play ‘cause the few in the audience (less than 40) were really into it! Just after we had played the last song, all the guys of In Flames turned up, being pissed that they just missed us. But we had some beers backstage and took a taxi to their tour bus to start the heavy drinking. I don’t need to say that we had one helluva party with loads of beer, bourbon, wine and old school death metal! This was definitely one of the highlights on this tour!

It was the four of us plus Björn, Anders, Peter and the stand-in drummer of In Flames, and later on we were joined by Phil of Motörhead, who had a couple of beer with us. We left to go back to our hotel at 01:00 AM. I have no idea how we got there and I have no memory of us stopping by the flat where the Screamin’ Daemon and Desecration- guys were spending the night. Apparently, Ubbe and K managed to get us a taxi in the middle of the night. When we finally got back to the hotel I vomited a couple of times, then I passed out on my bed just like the rest of the lads.

Tuesday, 8th of November, Manchester:

The Lord: Started the day with a few beers and then we went to Burger King. Again. It’s safe to say we were pretty damn tired of fucken Burger King at this point. It feels like that’s the only thing we ate during this tour. Manchester was supposed to be really good, but it wasn’t. It was probably the most boring gig on the whole tour. That’s a shame with the great place we had booked for us. The dressing-room was something extra. Not. You would at least think you could have a room to sit in, with maybe a couch, but nope. Sitting in the hallway behind the stage until the gig was really fucken shite. The show was boring as fuck and I didn’t care for shit and we cut a few tracks since no one seemed to care anyways.

One of the SD guys did a nice “Bacterial Breakdance” during one of our songs though, that was fun and the highlight of the day in that place. The hotel was all fine though and me and Tobben ordered us some kebab and shit, which was the driest shit I have ever eaten. Why the fuck would anyone wanna buy kebab and get no sauce for it? Idiots. Fuck this place.

Tobben: Felt like total crap this morning but in a way it was worth it ‘cause yesterday’s party was really something extra! Actually I felt like crap the whole day! We had a very long drive ahead, from Glasgow to Manchester, and we weren’t exactly chuffed about sitting in a car for hours with a hangover from outer space. Manchester was another huge disappointment. Tim had done a lot of promotion for this show ‘cause Manchester is usually good. The venue was very cool, the sound and all the equipment were all top notch, but the crowd…. Where the hell were they?! To get on stage with killer-sound at a killer-venue but with almost no audience is really disencouraging. We played our shit pretty quick and I think we cut a couple of songs too. At least the hotel was really nice, and me and K had the usual “Bible fight” in our room with the disgusting bible that you always find in every fucken hotel room wherever you go. Why is that??!! I’ve made a lot of hotel-reservations in my life, but I’ve never asked for a fucking bible, ever, but it’s always there! Fucking leeches…

Wednesday, 9th of November, London:

The Lord: London was awesome. We had a nice stroll thru the city, watching all kinds of shit, seing black dope-dealers everywhere. Stealing their dope, fucking them up, jacking cars and fucking whores all day until the gig. Maybe. The other guys have played The Underworld before but this was the first time for me. Great place, some 150 people, good crowd. Probably the best on this tour. Bad sound on stage for me but obviously a good sound for the crowd. Definitely the third reason that made this whole tour worthwhile. We had a blast on stage and afterwards we got really shitfaced and had great laughs and shit until we crashed at a hotel near the airport. If I’m ever going to play England again, it’ll be London and nowhere else. Well, maybe I’d do that gig that we did where the stage was the floor and we had the nice moshpit, but that’s it. Thanx to all the guys involved and if anyone finds my fucken Aeon-hat, return it to me. Fucken thieves. I hate you fucken cocksuckers. Die. Or play Bradford for the rest of yer life, that’s a punishment on par with death. Fuck you.

Tobben: Finally in London. We really hoped this would be a good one since it was the last show on this tour, and we’ve had very good crowds in London when we’ve played there earlier. It turned out just awesome. The Underworld is a very cool venue and with approx 150 people in there, it feels pretty crowdy and cosy. Had some beers together with our friends Wilson and Ben of Gorerotted before we entered the stage. This was without a shadow of a doubt the best show on this tour. Somehow, there was a nice big bottle of JD waiting for us backstage after our show. I blame that all on K and his big mouth, haha! We had a really nice afterparty, said “bye” to everyone and took off to some hotel just some fifteen-minute drive from the airport. We were all in a very good mood by the end of this day and very happy that this London show turned out so good. It actually saved the whole tour…

A huge “thank you” to all the guys in Desecration and Screamin’ Daemon for the nice company and for borrowing the equipment! And a special salute to Tim for putting this tour together and for making the best out of it!

HOLLAND TOUR

Thursday, 17th of November, travel:

The Lord: We leave Sweden and somewhere in Denmark we start to drink and eventually ends up pissdrunk in some hotel, somewhere. This very night we enter the bar in the very hotel and Tobben starts his new party-trick; spilling out his drink all over the nice, expensive carpet. We had a great time in the bar, that’s for sure. The room we had suddenly turned into a wrestling-arena where we used tables and chairs for nice flying-elbows and whatnot. It’s a fucken miracle nothing broke. We could have charged people to witness our stunning wrestling-moves.

Tobben: Nothing to add here. K said it all. The wrestling-match was the highlight of the day!

Friday, 18th of November, Hengelo:

The Lord: I loved this place. I loved the party and I loved the show. I love how me and Tobben threw the merchbox (made of wood and steel)… Wait… It was a blast. One of the funniest gigs so far with the guys. Oh, now when I think about it, I have mixed this gig up with another one, haha… Metropool was a neat place anyways for sure. With some of the most disgusting food I have ever eaten, on top of that. Went to the organizer’s place to sleep, I smoked some grass for the first and only time in Holland and crashed on the floor, while the other guys slept in the attic… I very seldom smoke grass but when in Holland, do as the fucken Dutch bitches do it. I wish someone burns down the place we had to sleep at though, no matter how much grass I got to smoke.

Tobben: The show in Hengelo was a fucken blast! Approximately 130 people in a pretty small venue went totally berzerk from the first song and throughout the whole show! The Netherlands has always been good for Vomitory and it seems like it still is! The support band, Katafalk, did a decent show, but the first band, which I can’t remember the name of, need some more practice to say the least… We left the venue (Metropool) pretty late and went to one of the venues’ volounteers to sleep in her house, and it was the smallest fucken house I’ve ever seen, and we had to sleep in the attic… zzzzz… Damn, that sucked!

Saturday, 19th of November, Wageningen:

Tobben: Wageningen – we love you! This was fucken awesome! 180 people in the crowd and they did a very good job with banging their heads and keeping the moshpit going! All in the band enjoyed it like hell, alot because it was a very good venue, the dinner was great and the sound was awesome.

Sinister did their first show in Holland, after their re-union, as our support this evening. They put up a great fucken show! It was really interesting to see them again, and they sounded a lot better now than I had expected. Looking forward to hear some new material from them. Katafalk also played with us here. As usual, we got shitfaced immediately after the show and we hung out with our old friends Harold (Inhume, Mangled), Wilko (Fadeless recs, Relapse recs) and Rob (drunk Dutch bastard). Left the venue at 01:00 A.M. and drove to the hotel. Of course we had to finish the bottle of Jägermeister we got from the venue before we went to bed… Smart move.

The Lord: As Tobben mentioned, this was one fucken funny gig. This one was definitely the best one of all the three shows in Holland. But I think the afterparty was even more fun. Me and Tobben got the brilliant idea of throwing our merchbox down the stairs (a huge thing and heavy as fuck as well). Which we did. People thought there was a handgrenade being thrown into the place coz there was alot of fucken sound from that thing. We’re funny, we laugh. Excellent crowd, good moshing and intense atmosphere. I loved it. We also headed for the bar me and Tobben and caused some turmoil since we didn’t know if we were supposed to pay for the drinks or not. Eventually the discussion led to me getting the info from the boss at the place that if we pay the 8 Euros for the drinks that we had we could have a bottle of Jäger for free. Hahaha, we took the deal. Sinister were good and they also seemed to be pretty damn nice people, fuck if I knew. I didn’t get a shirt though so I guess I hate them after all.

Sunday, 20th of November, Rotterdam:

Tobben: Last Dutch show. It was cold as fuck at the venue and I was about to go insane there. Anyone who has played at Baroeg knows what I’m talking about! Anyway, the other two shows were really fucken cool with awesome crowds and very nice parties afterwards! Big thanks goes out to Jeroen of Unitas/Wageningen for putting these shows together and for doing an excellent job and for just being plain cool! Also very nice to meet Ed and Boud of Gorefest in Rotterdam, even though we were very tired and not much to talk to really, haha! Glad you enjoyed the show, even though I think it was crap…

The Lord: Baroeg/Rotterdam… First, I wanna thank the guys in the band for making this trip one of the funniest ones. The 2 first shows in Holland were fucken awesome, to say the least. The last one was crap. Not playing-wise or anything but thanx to shitty sound and lame crowd. What made this day though was meeting Ed and Boud of Gorefest. Excellent guys for sure. Thanx alot for the company, brothers. Looking forward to see you guys in Sweden asap. Also, thanx for the photos. We appreciate it. You guys fucken rule. Finally, someone kill the incredibly smoked-up “engineer” who didn’t fucken know shit about doing a show. Burn this place down, with the fucken engineer in it. Then pour gasolin on the ashes and burn it down again. Repeat.

The shows in Sweden, Gothenburgh and Västerås, sometime late 2005:

The Lord: Gothenburgh was insanely fun. The sound is the best I have ever experienced live and we played really awesome. Didn’t give a fuck about any of the supportbands. Good amount of people and they seemed to like what we did there, they fucken should becoz we killed. Playing Västerås with Vicious Art was awesome too and this was my last gig with the Vomitory-guys ( unless someone gets injured and they need my help again, I’m there in a blast). Another excellent show and decent turn-out for sure. I’m too tired to write a very informative report of these shows so if you missed them, bummer. You lose.

Again, thanx guys for having me in on the tour. One of the most precious moments in my life.

Witnessed