Proclamations

Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me, wherewith the LORD hath afflicted me in the day of his fierce anger.

- Lamentations 1:12

October 19th 2009

You cast your prayers into the Abyss and lo, they were answered! Straight from the Devil's mouth, here is Autopsy IV describing the upcoming Ninebullets.net podcast:

Since October is all about Halloween then we're gonna celebrate death with the October podcast. It's gonna be nothing but murder ballads and devil songs.... We'll celebrate Halloween and irritate the devil dodgers.

It ain't out just yet, but once released unto the world, will be available by clicking here.

PS: Check out the cover art to our upcoming album, "Psalms for the Spiritually Dead" in our "Icons" photo gallery. Methinks that my old pal Christoph Mueller has outdone himself.

One foot in this world, everything else in the next, Zebulon Whatley

October 14th 2009

We're tickled pink (albeit a sickly grayish pink akin to rotting hamburger meat) to announce that we'll be on IBWIP's upcoming Halloween episode. Not only that, but it's a holy number: 33.

There's gonna be a bit of an interview and you'll hear two tracks off the upcoming album, "Psalms for the Spiritually Dead".

If you're familiar with It Burns When I Pee, you'll have an idea of how things are gonna turn out, although this oughtta be a particularly dour episode. If you've never listened to an episode, I pity you, because you've been missing out and because this will be a grim introduction to a swell program.

Be sure to check us out on October 23 or thereafter. Click on the image below to be magically whisked off to their site, like Lazarus being plucked from the tomb.

Your local peddler of salvation, Zebulon Whatley

June 9th 2009

I'll be showing artwork and rubbing elbows with folks for the "Rosetta Stone" art exhibition in Jena, Germany. It's being hosted by the Jenaer Kunstverein. The opening reception will be on June 26 with music provided by my old pals Cowboy Bob and Trailer Trash. It's at Atelierhaus (formerly Buchbinderei Martini) on Knebelstrasse 19 Jena. The show will continue hanging there until July 18. The show is a study of the mutating effects of translation on language. If you're in the area, you oughtta stop by. Who knows; I may become consumed by the Holy Spirit and firewater and sing a few songs off our new record. That's all for now, Zeb

February 24th 2009

Ahoy, gentle lambs!

After much toil and blood loss, I can say that our website, http://www.sonsofperdition.com, is at long last open for your scorn and adulation. Within its dusty pages, you'll find a bit more information about your not-quite-beloved Sons than you probably care to know. In addition, I've posted the lyrics to "The Kingdom is on Fire", random words and some artwork. The lyrics for our upcoming album, "Psalms for the Spiritually Dead", will be posted once the release of that most sacred record is upon us. Such a bounty of holy knowledge and woe hasn't been freed upon the earth since the Holy Bible was first translated from Latin so that the people could read the miserable news for themselves.

I'll do my best to keep the site a bit more updated than I've kept our MySpace site, where news admittedly came in fits and starts. This oughtta be easy enough to do, since there's a decent amount of goings-on within the band lately. We're currently practicing so that we can start playing some shows around Arkansas, Texas, Missouri, Oklahoma, Kansas and possibly East Germany. The other 45 states (and West Germany) are currently out of luck, but I'm sure we'll get around to them eventually. We've also got the new album coming out sometime later this year, as well as a couple of other side projects. And there are always more deserted towns for me to brood and obsess over, then pour the stories of their death into your waiting ear like a secret, lurid promise during Sunday sermon.

So take some of your precious time to pore over the smudged ink of our hymnal. Consider your time spent as a tithe. Smell the rotting paper, the heavy tones of sacramental wine. Hear the timbers sagging as the house of the LORD exhales its cloying breath through shuttered teeth. And ponder the sorrow of psalm and the mysteries of the word with us.

Your relay to the sacred,

Zebulon Whatley