Art: Stefan Todorović

We deal with abstract, religious themes, or rather the many and varied excesses of a spiritual, sick mind. But we don’t limit ourselves too much within. We want to convey content in our lyrics that go beyond the usual scheme and allows listeners to express their ideas and interpretations. It sounds incredibly sweary now, but that’s how it is. Just take the album title “of soil unearthed”; that alone is already a paradigm. This album is also about the spirit, questioning and overturning centuries-old traditions. Breaking out of habits and breaking the chains of subjugation.

Creative rituals? Sure, we pay daily homage to the god of death. We have morbid thoughts; we unleash our inner demons. We dismember and smell the carcass and feast on rotting flesh. We celebrate the autopsies in blooming madness. We scream in agony and wade through the bloody gore! Honestly, you can’t pretend to be old-school death metal. It’s something that’s deeply rooted in you. This honest lifestyle is the only ritual you ask for. Probably something you can observe in every scene.

We don’t submit to any scene rules or anything like that if that’s what you’re alluding to. Of course, we can’t deny ourselves everything, but that’s not our goal either. We know that we clearly belong in a scene with long hair, band shirts and leather jackets. We just don’t run after any trends. Deathcult is simply about transporting that incredible energetic feeling we already discovered in our fanatical, reckless youth years in old-school death metal. Being a part of this pack, of course, also means contributing as an individual. But that’s what you get, Deathcult.

Is metal a form of modern cult worship? The rummaging in shabby record stores for forgotten jewels that you then almost sacrilegiously put on your plate, the crackling when the needle is placed precisely and with devotion on the groove and a rustling crackles from the speakers until the first notes break loose, clearly this careful devotion has something spiritual about it. For all of us, different bands and records have moved to the entry into the death scene. Many influences have been woven into our songs to thank our pioneers for their creativity and commitment.

Emulation always has a negative connotation. The boundary between supposed creativity and imitation is then very difficult. Of course, we pay tribute to all who laid the foundation of death metal. But we clearly reject any kind of idolatry. Further development is just as important; otherwise, we would all just listen to the thousandth copy of altars of madness. Who the fuck wants that if you already have this masterpiece? Whether you like the new stuff is a matter of taste. We grew up with the crude bands of the early 80s and 90s. That’s where we feel most at home and don’t change for others.

Although I’m careful not to use the word spirituality too much, it pretty much sums up what happens when you listen to music together or make music as a group. I also think that when you are creative, you have the inner urge to bring something to the outside world. The romanticised answer is that music connects (or divides) like-minded people.

I saw Hereditary the other day and was positively surprised to see a good horror movie again. Without prejudice. It is not a classic “gore” film with many make-up artists and special effects. On a psychological level, the film is very dark and very atmospheric. I can recommend it, together with “Antichrist” by Lars von Trier, a modern masterpiece, as cliché as that sounds now. What I’ve heard more often lately are the “Lost Themes “-LPs by John Carpenter. I find he manages to create a sinister mood despite the ubiquitous 80s vibe of the synthesisers that goes straight to the blood, which most of the supposedly “dark” metal bands fail to do.
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