When I was 14 years old a friend of my parents murdered and dismembered his tennant, at the pigfarm where they both lived. After a drunken brawl the tennant went to sleep, and at the suggestion of his wife the pigfarmer shot the tennant two times in the back with a shotgun, before cutting him up with a small knife, in the shed. They then divided his body in three burlap sacks, and dumped it in the ocean.
Only one sack was ever recovered. The tracks on this album are in part inspired by this event and my thoughts on the subject. I was immediatly taken by how this gentle and quiet person could do such a thing, and what it does to someone’s mind to cross that barrier. Being a murderer is not something you can come back from.
Sølvkre’s music has always been about exploring death and rituals of death. Part of this is a way to cope with my own paralyzing fear of death, as well as the personal losses I have experienced. It is impossible to approach death from a rational point of view, in any meaningful way, and as such death is the great mystery and taboo of our world. It’s one fact that is as insurmountable as it is inescapable.
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We eat discarded skin. 