It’s unlikely that our schedules will allow for travelling anytime soon, however, we hope to revisit the US in the future.”ĭragged Into Sunlight – Widowmaker by Dragged Into Sunlight The reality is, however, that it is not in our nature to do so and we would prefer to focus on creating music rather than elements distracting from our true purpose. ![]() “As a band, the US tour and 2012 in general, demonstrated that Dragged Into Sunlight could tour relentlessly. It was our honour to share the stage with bands such as Cough, Demigod, Electric Wizard and others,” the vocalist recalls of last year’s tour across the New World. They made their presence felt, and now, the looming release of ‘Widowmaker’ is one more long, shiny nail for the coffin lid. Their live performances had already become the stuff of legend in underground circles, and stunned bigger audiences unused to being enveloped within DIS’ unique hell of billowing smoke, punishing strobe lights and hooded figures with backs turned and shoulders tensed. DIS are currently caught in the midst of a small avalanche of overseas attention, thanks in no small part to last year’s double gut-punch of signing to Prosthetic Records and corrupting the stages of Maryland Deathfest, SWR Barroselas and Roadburn. Simply put, it is not in our nature.”Īnd even more simply put, fuck your moneygrubbing and attention whoring. The reality is that no one ‘needs’ to know who is making music, it is contemporary musicians who seek such mass approval and often the mainstream publications who facilitate the same ego trip. We opt not to divulge details as trivial as identity. ![]() “DIS has no mandate for the reward sought by other extreme musicians. Anonymity comes with the territory,” according to the vocalist, a slip of a man with hooded eyes and a shifty demeanour. “ Dragged Into Sunlight comprises individuals of a very similar mindset and it is a very close knit collective. It’s DIS versus their audience, and they’ve brought a shiv to the gunfight. Why should you care who they are? They don’t care about you. The band thrives on chaos and is run entirely on dirty smoke, coke mirrors and painful feedback. The anonymous shtick is nothing new to metalloid scum or hip pretension machines, but with Dragged Into Sunlight, it actually seems fitting. They’re fucking with you in those new promo photos, man – no one frame contains the same collection of bodies. I couldn’t even tell you how many of them there are. They have no home base, per se, as much as one can imagine them hunkered down in some dank, cracked lair, plastered with lurid murder notices and decapitated starlets. A murderous collective, fuelled by drug lust and naked disgust have risen from the North… and the East… and the West.
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