So, as if in the Scriptures, it is done!
We spent 35 intense days in studio, working hard, dreaming harder but always keeping, or trying to keep a solid approach to our feelings, to what we have to say, to what was, to what is and what our album EXTINCT will become.
A grateful word for Jens Bogren, our producer, who put long hours into this album, never giving up on the vision he had for us; always there with one idea, with an unfathomable attention to detail, persisting like no other did before in taking all we got, not only as musicians but also as the men we are, once we have entered our fourth decade of life, our Autumn. Equal praise must be addressed to his right hand, David Castillo, who was tireless in getting the right tune, the right note, the right mood as he tracked our guitars and bass, down in Stockholm. I have no problems in telling you all, that this album contains not only the best but the most heartfelt performance we ever put out for a record. We had an urgency and a heavy heart to put into our songs, and they both understood it and brought it into light.
We are now, as I write this, living the best moment a band can live: listening to our album rough mixes in the peace and quiet of our headphones. The world doesn't know about our music yet. The ones who care are anxious to have the same experience. The ones who despise us are oblivious to our existence and they couldn't care less. The album will still be mixed, mastered, sent to journalists for trial. It will get online, somehow, we never know how, never will, and it will be shredded to pieces or incensed up to the skies.
You will like it, you won't like it. You will say the only thing that should have been extinct is Moonspell. You will cry alone when you listen to our songs. You will have goosebumps and feel elevated. You will feel sick in the stomach.
The cover will be done,deadlines will be met, we will take pictures, we will write countless mails, disagree with each other, agree with each other and find a way to keep our head above the waters, as we always did for 22 years, 23 when the album is released. It will be a lot of work, you can't even imagine. We will have the haters, we will have the lovers. Some will kiss our ass, others will spit in our face. Others will just enjoy it. Some will say it's not Metal anymore while they go on writing and worshipping Eurovision metal and "business as usual" bands, giving them album of the month titles by the dozens. Others will feel their heart is tightening, as if squeezed hard by an invisible hand.
The biggest magazines will ignore us. The smallest will support us. We will get fat and balding american wanna be metal journalists with their stupid You Tube reviews, drinking cheap beer in their parents' basement bashing us, while they should be drinking red wine by candlelight, if they didn't think it's corny. Others, will do just that.Wine and candles.
Some will write in-depth reviews, saying beautiful words about our music, making us happy. Some will find it lame and "gay". Others will understand the beauty of being fragile and truthful to your feelings, and recognize this old school feeling of doing music without an agenda, just for the sake of expressing yourself and deal with the demons that are eating you from the inside. Some will laugh, some will cry. Some will applaud this text and me being blunt. Others will say that I am always bitching.
I make the math and close my eyes again. Alone in the dark I listen to what we did. To what I wrote, to what I sung, to Mike's and Aires unbelievable pulse, to Ricardo's brilliance and to Pedro's discreet writing genius. And, go-ahead, you can freely pollute or praise my album, our album. I will always have the feeling that I am now having something, experiencing something that no one can, that no world can take away from me. And for the first time, in a long time, except for the birth of my son Fausto, I feel I am alive for a reason.