Monday, June 28, 2010

Our new digital home

I've grown increasingly disgusted with myspace, namely for the fact that it is a place for people to whore out the insignificant minutia of their day to day life. Granted blogs are no different, but here there is no advertising, no silly requests to be added from people who have nothing to do with anything we are about, and we also have more control. So from now on, this is where news and updates about Black Arrows Of Filth and Impurity will be posted. The myspace page will still be left up, but sans comments, and only to serve as an online player for you to listen to our old songs, and soon enough, our next recording.

We will be playing DudeFest for the third time this year. I believe we are the first band Saturday. Click on the link for all of the necessary requisite information.

We will also be playing July 23rd at the Dojo here in Indianapolis as support for Phobia, Graves Of Valor, Kata Sarka and Rat Storm. For more info on this show click the link. These are the only 2 presently planned live assaults for the year, so if you simply can't fathom 2010 without seeing our old asses blast through some new and some old songs, then don't miss your chance.

Contrary to popular belief, we are still active, and slowly emerging from our sleeper cell status. We are planning our next recording, and should hopefully have some new material available for your consumption, most likely for free, imminently. We've been immensely busy with our other cults, namely Summon The Destroyer, Christ Beheaded, Demiricous, Coffinworm, Worldeater, Transgression, The Dream Is Dead, and more. All have releases that merit your attention.

We will be posting a link to our bigcartel store also on here, to expedite orders of our 1984 (Eternal) Cd and Lp. New shirts are also in the planning stages, and will be made available there as well. Stay tuned for more information.

Thanks to all 3 of our fans, Jon at Rifleman, and Adam at Gilead. To all of our detractors: keep it down while we are fucking your fat mothers. And to magazines and critics alike: fuck yourself.