Hell To Hell...
Forever forged by extreme harshness, Blotterheart knows only one reality: endless fight for survival. Blotterheart´s music is the inevitable consequence of being forced to move from hell to hell, from one dog-eat-dog world to another. It’s the sound of infinite berserk conflicts and recentless combats with evil and ruthless enemies. A universe where all elements follow the same uncompromising DNA, a ballistic, raw, and psychoactive music cataclysm of its own that could only be Blotterheart.
Oh, Wait... What?
WTF?! Who the fuck wrote this bullshit about Blotterheart? Seriously, hell to hell? dog-eat-dog world? OMG! This might be some of the most ridiculous bullshit ever written about Blotterheart. Apparently, Blotterheart is some kind of tortured sonic war machine, endlessly fighting for survival in a universe of evil and ruthless enemies. What absolute fucking nonsense.
The Truth About Blotterheart
The truth is much simpler. Blotterheart takes the piss out of everyone and everything. Nobody is safe. Nothing is sacred. No genre, no cliché, no serious attitude and no self-important bullshit is safe from getting fucked with. Blotterheart is about unlimited fun, joy, excess. Fucking around. Going completely over the top. Making noise because you can. Having a ridiculously good time with your mates and turning the whole fucking place upside down.
Blotterheart`s DNA
Blotterheart is made for blasting through some tiny forgotten town in the middle of the night in your stupidly tuned car, windows down, bass cranked all the way up, waking the entire fucking village. Or getting absolutely hammered with your friends underneath a motorway bridge at three in the morning. Or turning a perfectly innocent evening into an unnecessarily massive fucking event, or doing something so completely idiotic that there will still be talking about it ten years later.
