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…..
The nightmare continues, but don’t get any ideas: we most certainly DON’T want to wake up. In our dreams we traverse through elevations of twistedness on our way to godhood and hope to find the Great Kat shredding from the top of that special spike.
Music takes the pain away. And we at Satan Made Me Do It know just what you need – MORE TERRORS! In just two hours we visit the Americas, Europe and Oceania and the journey PAYS OFF IN THE END.
We are now balls deep in our second anniversary of Radio Quântica shows. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to US!! From this high up we gotta say: it’s one wondrous sight to behold. Also, we basically just came from a live set in Portugal’s most prestigious nightclub for music discovery, Lux Frágil. Some people stuck with us ‘till the very end, bless them, even as we obliterated both hell and high water with the likes of Demdike Stare, fuckin’ SLAUGHTER and Leviathan.
Things started as rocky as a mountain on this show thanks be to all things digital catching us by surprise, but it didn’t take much for a COMEBACK FOR THE AGES. Again, think Rocky.
ANGEL WITCH aplenty, goth (to live is to die, damn it!), BLACK METAL from heck, great covers and love letters, hentai (What? No.), METAL MANS and a general disinterest for all things gentle. HARSH SATANIC REALITIES UNEARTHED!!
Things have been busted pretty much ever since the beginning, but they seem to be getting even crazier lately. Shit’s fucked, man! You know what they say about being out of touch when living in a cave or whatever? That is starting to sound more appealing by the hour.
This show is kind of a reflection of the present state of things: it shows little regard for the good of humankind. Noisy, raunchy and kaput; fast, slow and everything in between. The only thing that’s different is this: It’s fun when WE do it-sorry… when SATAN makes us do it…
Listen NOW and head straight back to living under a rock later.
You might as well go straight to the second hour. What our guest for this show accomplishes is nothing short of amazing: a black/death metal DJ set. An actual live extreme metal DJ set fresh and invigorating in a way we haven’t listened before.
This is what SATAN MADE ME DO IT is all about. We invited this confrontational visual artist from the Azores, MÁRCIO MATOS, mostly known in the Portuguese underground clubbing for being a founder and visual image creator for Príncipe Discos, hands down the most vital and refreshing dance music label in the country; and the guy behind the counter at Flur, this influential record shop in Lisbon. He’s also heading his own experimental music label, Noisendo (for which he keeps trying to hire black metal acts) and is a revered DJ playing at the clubs that matter.
What people don’t know is that, while coming from electronics and dance music, Márcio Matos is a profound adept of all things black and death metal. The rawest and most aggressive the better. That fucking shows, because he brings his taste and DJ skills and create this mind-blowing hour of screwed up music.
This all makes it even more sorrowful and frankly pitiful that the vast majority of metalheads can’t appreciate listening to metal outside of concerts (we’ll give you that, nothing beats a metal live show) or radio and dj playlists. They can’t get around their heads that maybe listening to a DJ playing metal just to find out about new stuff or listening to the same stuff in a different way is actually a good thing. Well, mates, we can’t help you except by keep doing this.
Stress just doesn’t get to us. This show happened mere days before our dj set at Santa Maria Summer Fest, in Beja, but we came prepared to deliver to goods on both fronts. On this episode, hour UNO kicked so much ass that it interfered with the very cables on the studio in Radio Quântica. Great new Mefisto track, Power Trip, Arkona, Cruel Force, just *UGH!*
It got so maddening there for a second that the damn equipment started frying our selection by the end of hour two… Sorry about that!
Metal will be the end of us and till the end we’ll proclaim: ‘tis but a scratch!
The cruelest acts can rarely be put into words. They must be left to the realms of imagination. That’s where fear comes from too. No physical manifestation of horror can ever and will ever top our ability to create empires of the gruesome. Those who say fact trumps fiction, i.e. imagination, have never really tried hard enough. After all, the kingdoms of metaphysics are far less restrictive.
Today’s episode is an attempt to spark your creativity. We made it like a drug. To hook you is the entire point. And once you’re addicted there’s no escaping it. No morals to resort to, no time to go back, no place to hide. Your mind becomes your hell; your ideas, Satan himself.
We don’t know what it is. Maybe the weather, ‘cause when the seasons change we tend to go all nuts and freestyle and shit. Last episode we caught you off-guard with some freak stuff, and now the unpredictability factor is still way high.
So don’t freak out. We start with some noise, pretty heavy stuff, we land a couple of metal punk punches on your face, and then it’s all game – there’s even some goth for our more anemic listeners. We’ll twist and turn and shake you up. But don’t worry. It’s all good and you’ll end up liking it. Maybe even ask for more. Ahah, puppets on a string, all of you.
So now you know: keep an open mind, just like little Albert. So we can fuck it up even more.
It is, excuse us, a damn fine one. But still. And it all starts with the title. Have we ever been more over the top? Doubtfully – and we were the ones coming up with an episode called “Horror Maximus”! But say it out loud: Übertragic Deathvastation. Ahhhh it just rolls off the tongue in glorious blasphemic anger (another great title now that we think of it). So what’s this about anyway? Hell, we don’t know. Those first 7 minutes are GRIM. Then it gets brutal, black&rockin, finally becoming… goofy. Does this make ANY sense? No, and that’s why it has to work.