“The Flesh of the Unprepared”
Death
Threads
Original Release Date: 06/06/6666 (AM 1666)
Despite the grim title of their 6666 debut, Death reflects the untimely occurrence rather than an outward call for it. It has become commonplace to perceive planets as having a single ecosystem (few have only ocean or lava and little else). Still, those who have survived extensive collisions with deadly objects (asteroids, defunct satellite impacts, really hot laser beams) all seem to have one thing in common: they are but a desert wasteland consisting of little else. Here, water must be delivered by frigate daily, or else the denizens face ensured extinction. The members of Threads cut their teeth in these harsh conditions, their homes made of local mud and wood, their clothes crafted from livestock and those creatures who had become adept at living with little or no water (hence their band name). Death, here, was revered, for it was a release from the torture of daily life. With little to no resources to escape the planet, you had two choices: live every day with passion or be consumed with the slow spiral and specter of death. Threads chose the former, using what little they had to send away for instruments that could operate acoustically or on limited battery cells. Six to eight weeks later (and then another four years to learn how to play the instruments properly) Threads was officially born. Lead keyboardist Mahad used the whispering wind and the thud of frigates bursting into and out of the atmosphere to inspire the loud-quiet-loud interjection that was to haunt the band's main melodies. Death is in awe of and opposition to its meaning, fighting against the sands of time while acknowledging that we will all cross over the Rainbow Bridge someday. The grim cover was an ode to a local prophet who sat cross-legged for some 40-odd light years, never moving, watching the sun each day until it had consumed him. He rejected modernity and absolved himself of responsibility, reaching a mental plane the rest of us would kill to achieve. In a way, Death is also about this local prophet (or madman, depending on who you ask), who was unafraid in his last moments, reflecting, hopefully, on the sunrises and sunsets that had kept him sane for all those light years.
Side A
Time Is But A Window
Sands of Grime
Putrid Frigate of Famine
The Flesh of the Unprepared
Side B
Prophet Without Eyes
Bleached by the Sun
Raze The Unholy Blood
Death and Other Friends