And Hell Followed With interview

This is an interview I conducted with murder city's own deathcore heroes And Hell Followed With, well, actually with one of their guitar players, Kyle McIlmurray. Hope you enjoy...

RD: Introduce yourselves...
KM: We're And Hell Followed With.. Cunt yeah!

RD: Now tell us what makes AHFW stand out from other Deathcore bands around the globe?
KM: We like to think we bring a little of everything to the table.. Crushing heaviness, intricacy, and angelic melodies.

RD: Do you guys consider today's metal scene to be stagnant as of lately?
KM: Honestly todays scene is everything but stagnant. Seven kids out of ten are a part of the tough guy "mob" and usually have little care for anything but the bands they already listen to.

RD: What inspires AHFW to push the band into new and challenging directions with your music?
KM: Listening to stuff outside of metal.. Mozart, Beethoven, Vivaldi, miscellaneous jazz artists.. Any style of music that involves immense musical abilities.

RD: Tell us about the upcoming 28 Days LaTour...what can we expect from "the most pissed off band live"?
KM: Expect exactly what it says.. Straight piss and fucking vinegar.

RD: Heard you guys ran into a lady that ate her own lipstick and still kept talking to you guys as if nothing had happened...gotta any other favorite moments from the maniacs at your shows...any rim job offers from hermaphrodites?
KM: I think some of our favorites are the bums we meet at just about every venue.. Those are the best dudes to kick it with.. Kids.. Pay attention to your local homeless dude!

RD: What metal band (dead or alive) would you guys want to play at your funeral?
KM: SlipKnot.. Hands down.

RD: Any last words...
KM: Get ready! Get stoked! AHFW is coming to a venue near you!

Happiness Is Only Six Feet Away

How many times will I have to touch a cold body
and look at its lifeless grin?
How many more times must I see the ones I love
join the eternal bliss?

I feel trapped
in this nightmare,
reality,
so called life.
Escape,
escape,
I must break away.

The thought of life,
of death,
repels us all.
Our existence is a sickness
that cannot be cured.
We can only hope to subdue it,
with drugs,
with fantasies,
with faith.

It's only the dead that live in peace.
The funerals we attend
are to remorse the living,
the suffering,
the ones that bleed everyday
and never
die.

The Hallucination of a Phantom

The perfect day came
with all of its glory.

I bathed in its pleasant silence,
danced with its ghosts,
leered up at its dirt.

Over my body turned,
face down,
back to the illumination,
descending into the void.

Dragged by
rusty chains,
closer than skin,
down to life,
back to reality.