shadowfracture

At a dark point in time, there existed four souls remotely drifting from one point to the next, hearing their call yet unable to decipher its exact presence or meaning. Little did they know how this would mould the rest of their lives.................. and as the prophecies foretold the lives of many. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . There was a man by the name of Andy who after failing at the royal institute of cosmetic application for the more than mentally impeded, found himself los...

At a dark point in time, there existed four souls remotely drifting from one point to the next, hearing their call yet unable to decipher its exact presence or meaning. Little did they know how this would mould the rest of their lives.................. and as the prophecies foretold the lives of many. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . There was a man by the name of Andy who after failing at the royal institute of cosmetic application for the more than mentally impeded, found himself lost, confused and in a land that made no sense to him, the only manner in which he could calm the internal ramblings of a mind caught in emotional turmoil of epic proportions was the dark rumblings of the bass, for they soothed away the constant taunting from the other being within him. It was one day whilst soothing the last of his mental glitches, a skeletal looking creature by the name Rich happened across the damaged soul, hearing the dark tones he found himself beating to the rhythms of those serial dark swollen tones, upon their first meeting they knew there was a higher calling another purpose for them both, there was a magnitude between them that neither one could explain. So in a crazed panic they were compelled to find the nearest willing women and experience their flesh, for the bond they felt was so strong they had to be sure they hadn’t both become raging homosexuals. Having satisfied themselves with fact they still enjoyed the company of da’ biatches they played, they played long and they played hard. It was a warm day when a deluded rude kid by the name pk1, a man who’s ego alone could take down the defences of Sparta itself, happened across the two, instantly he found himself chatting over their rhythms in vivid words of rhyme, a celebrated concoction of mutual differences culminating in a wondrous melody. Pk1 like the other two found himself bearing the same mutual excitement, that same internal summons to these radically misplaced characters, fortunately being a man of relative good looks and having a healthy appetite for the fairer sex, pk1 had no reason to confirm his sexuality, mainly because the four women he was with the night before had left him with an ominous itch. In a closed room with blanked windows there was a man by the name of Matt, locked away by his own eccentricities concealed from the outside world, yet feeling that same calling but to what he was not yet sure. The only faith he had was for the fury within him and the only love was for the solid wood six string axe of mayhem. (That is of course what he called his guitar), the three were making their way to the nearest pub to ease the strain of the days jam, when simultaneously they felt a buzzing in their chest, at first they thought maybe it was a chemically induced panic attack from the drugs that none of us ever take of course! But then they all faintly heard the wailing of a tortured sounding guitar, it was the last member to their band and they all knew it! They followed the sound to a small shabby looking house; they entered slowly, cautiously even. As they entered the dull lit room, all stopped and stared, for the affirmation they were all looking for in life was suddenly upon them. Each of them stopped and the closer they came to each other the more abundantly clear everything became, they reached out and that was the first full band “knuckles”, as their fists met, suddenly the world became still and dark, the stars and planets re-aligned a piercing explosion erupted from the depths of the planet the world suddenly had new life and new meaning, a light more powerful than three suns together causing an almighty shadow of the four to be cast over planet, fractured only by the astonishing light from behind them, then with no words they began to play and they didn’t stop until the first two albums were recorded. . . . . . . . . . . . There you have it the colossal story of shadow fracture and their prophesied coming. New London based epic rock band looking for gigs, management, and free stuff. For more info go to myspace.com/shadowfracture for bookings contact: shadowfracture@hotmail.co.uk