We are both Tranquilos™ and Fucking Crazy™. Spectacularly homeless and yet optimistic. There’s a sour taste in our mouths. Blackened notes, with a tint of red (wine). We are Satan Made Me Do It and we are back with a main-event calibre show worthy of the noblest ziggurats. What we got here is 80 minutes of delightful darkness come alive through the power of our resolve and an overly complicated home setup put together to inflict pain and mess with our poisoned heads.
Rough around the edges, as always, and as always a product of our fondness for a noisy way of life.
Still here and still louder than y’all. We shall return…..
If not us, then who? SATAN MADE ME DO IT are back to its despicable duo format after one of us moved from sunny Lisbon to leathery London. And you can tell by this show: we’re thirsty for gallons of blood and hungry for ingesting chunks of hot metal as easy as eating celery sticks.
There’s dark ambient and synth, noisy dementia and depression, tons of metal punk, south american vibes, punk hardcore anger, saucy band names, crazy use of the mixing table’s flanger, reverb and phaser effects, and plain old school metal on top. And guess what: it all makes sense. One of those metal shows you can actually dance to.
No one does it quite like SATAN MADE ME DO IT and you better believe it!