Here’s an interview with VESICANT. Read it. Anders Ekdahl ©2017

Could you please introduce yourself to those of us in the dark?

I often wonder how people discover that they can do what they do. How did you discover that you can sing and play instruments?
-When I was young I used to sneak into my sister’s room and read segments of her diary. My neighbour once buried a cat leaving only it’s head protruding from the soil, then ran over it with a mower.

When did it become a revelation that you can do this and maybe get paid for having fun, instead of just putting out all the money?
-Fun? fun is when I’m dressed in a gimp suit with cum juice dripping from my chin, whimpering like a flea bitten dog out left out in the rain too long. I saved all the spare change I found at my Grandmothers place as a kid, I also stabbed someone in the back of the head a couple of years ago who had a fifty on him too; no money worries here.

When you spend an amount of your life on a band does it ever feel like you have wasted time, that you have fought one too many windmills?
-When you write an interview like this, does it ever feel like you are a windmill, turning slowly in a field, where the dreams are just wheat in your hand, and does it ever feel like you were born with an extra chromosome, or maybe one less?

No matter how small or big you were as a band you will leave a legacy behind you. How do you want people to treat this legacy?
-I want the world to burn, and for those left to be fighting to the death for scraps.

Is digital taking away the mystery of waiting for a new album now that you can upload as soon as you have written a song?

How important is image in separating you from all the million different styles of metal there is out there?
-We play live with a 20 cent coin under our tongues, and rat poison under our finger nails. It’s the subtleties that count.

Do you deal in different topics lyrically or do you keep to one, just using different variations?
-We mostly sing about how tough we are, smashing cunts and eating sand etc… we mix it up a bit

Do you consider yourself a live artist or do you like to spend most of the time secluded in a studio?
-We have this obese cunt hanging up in the jam room, we feed him intravenously and throw darts at him, that generally takes up most of our time.

How much of a touring band are you guys? What memories do you take with you?
-I bit this cunts face back in ’92… he was pissing on my amp, and had a Whitney Houston t-shirt on. This one gig, ’88/89, yeah down in Mexico… or was at Miami? yeah well man I was so high, was like that good Bolivian shit they get up in there uncut, and yeah man I did so many lines I thought my guitar was a fuckin snake dude! Then later I’m fingering this bitch under the table right and she’s totally into it but pretending she’s not and so I smash a glass into her face dude. I mean right into HER EYES. Was a good night man.

What does the future hold?
-Oh just a quiet fuck, then a couple of hours spent cleaning the bloody stains off the sheet, followed by a bag, no, two bags of cheezles and a runny shit

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