do it!!! cheap drinks are best drinks,,, bring back £2 pints of crappy beer!!!

meluaz wrote:A jam night would be awesome as well, there need to be more metal jams nights!

Hippy!


Ideally it would be free entry, but depends on where we find to hold the event. cheers for the feedback (especially rik... hahaha!!) keep it coming. How about guest DJs and stuff - as in members of bands choosing their favourite heavy metal classics, and i don't mean like special DJ guest Jon Kushner, i mean real people from decent bands.

ladyboys

Jamie... I think you already know the place...............................

zykloned wrote:Jamie... I think you already know the place...............................

We're not doing it at KFC.

Resilience Records wrote: and i don't mean like special DJ guest Jon Kushner, i mean real people from decent bands.

Oi. I'm Jon Kushner from Fist of Liberty.

jonny_boy34 wrote:

Resilience Records wrote: and i don't mean like special DJ guest Jon Kushner, i mean real people from decent bands.

Oi. I'm Jon Kushner from Fist of Liberty.

You are Jon Kushner from Firestorm, if anything.

Resilience Records wrote:

jonny_boy34 wrote:

Resilience Records wrote: and i don't mean like special DJ guest Jon Kushner, i mean real people from decent bands.

Oi. I'm Jon Kushner from Fist of Liberty.

You are Jon Kushner from Firestorm, if anything.

In fact I think you'll find I'm Jon Kushner from Spynal Kord.

well done JK!

although you are really Jon Kushner from Jon Kushner's The Price Of Freedom.



^ well done tom for the above imagine. hohoho

Thanks for your feedback people, it shall be discussed at our next council of evil!

Atom wrote:Thanks for your feedback people, it shall be discussed at our next council of evil!

Is that the thing that happens when we drink all those cups of lovely tea?

All submissions of ideas are useful, even if we decide not to listen to them.

i vote for a shoe's and shirts policy, and a decent dose of UK Garage. you know, like an old school night out.... true kvlt.

Resilience Records wrote:

Atom wrote:Thanks for your feedback people, it shall be discussed at our next council of evil!

Is that the thing that happens when we drink all those cups of lovely tea?

Jamie!!! Shut up maaan!

Atom wrote:

Resilience Records wrote:

Atom wrote:Thanks for your feedback people, it shall be discussed at our next council of evil!

Is that the thing that happens when we drink all those cups of lovely tea?

Jamie!!! Shut up maaan!

i meant to say cups of Vrigin's blood. we're so evil. and fat.

Few have witnessed the inner machinations of the Council of Evil, and fewer still have survived to impart its unspeakable rites upon the world. Plied with liquor, some scarred survivors will stammer that the Council convenes only when the full moon glares naked in the winter sky, her pallid beams illuminating the great Altar Imperishable.

Upon that igneous slab are arranged artefacts tirelessly harvested from mankind's most dreadful covens. Among these is the Cinerary Cask, a brazen reliquary said to house the charred bones of infants sacrificed to Shub-Niggurath in hoary groves unblessed by the Sun. Nearby sits the Crucible of Anointing - a relic pre-dating the advent of Yahweh, in appearance no more than a bowl carved by the rude scrapings of an unknowable Neanderthal, and yet used as a vessel for unholy oils since Homo sapiens first ritualized his existence. How horrible it is to hear inebriated survivors recall their blasphemous induction by that cursed fluid, which was daubed on their foreheads while the High Priests Ja'mbon and Aa'tom droned their allegiance to a nefandous pantheon.

Finally the Altar hosts that ultimate totem whose cruel silhouette remains branded on the minds of all who have seen it. Our primitive vocal cords cannot yet vocalize its true name, for it was crafted in a far future age by our hyper-evolved progeny, to whom the sending back of such a talisman to aid their distant sires will be an effortless task. To twenty-first century lips this aeon-travelled tool is known simply as the Ironbird, and its voice is the voice of doom.

So it is before this grim assemblage that the Council congregates to practise ceremonies repugnant to all civilisation. On some occasions circles of summoning will be manifested on the ground by the pouring of weird oriental salts, in careful mimicry of designs inherited from the necromancers of old. Through these geometric portals will be called forth entities who last trod the earth when our mossy ancestors were content simply to photosynthesize: Great Azaarniath whose nightmarish domain lies beyond the mysteries of event horizons, and whose gaze is death; the dread sisters Rol and Keth, twin maidens of suffering who ride emaciated steeds across the cold fields of Purgatory; and of course Layathanarilakion, He Who Shall Devour, whose watery abode Hellenic ignorance named Styx.

I could disclose further horrors that come to me from the gibbering mouths of those unfortunate witnesses, but I fear that I have already pushed the limits of my own sanity, so that I sail treacherously close to that starless abyss from whence the abominations come. Moreover, there is surely some truth in the words of those old sages who say that to recite such mysteries is to cleave the veil between this world and the awful Beyond. So I shall cease my imprudent discourse before I prematurely condemn humanity to that oblivion that will one day consume all. Farewell, and look not to the sky for succour.

Holy shit James! That is fucking awesome! You should totally write a book! Aa'tom hails you!