Conan

Conan are as heavy as interplanetary thunder amplified through the roaring black hole anus of Azathoth. Remember that sentence, for it is writ large in virgin blood on the walls of the forgotten temple of Bol-Krastor, deep in the steaming forests of forgotten Lemuria. Conan, a monumentally brutal three piece (in the grand tradition of all the hallowed three pieces through time) hold a sinew-tight line and an iron-grip command over the uber-synchronised powerchord changes and tempo-shifts of the anti-holy trio of bass, drums and guitar. Two weary yet defiant men have the task of vocalising wretched thoughts over the turgid weight of Conan’s metalized bombast. They bear it well, for the task is immense.

Hear the roar of battle. Smell the stench of split blood. A thousand heads piled high like a grim mound of suffering - a blasphemy to nature. Hail Conan!

High Ruler

Growing up in the small rural farm towns of Iowa can have an effect on youth coming into their own. For the most part, people tend to stay in their bubbles, work in the towns they grew up in and the world stays as it has been their entire lives.
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As young kids, Luke, Keith and Drew would daydream about playing music in front of crowds, much like their idols Metallica and Iron Maiden. Finding others to share this love and longing for musical joy was fleeting for most children, but there was something about this world that stuck for the trio. Long days spent air drumming and shredding on invisible guitars to downloaded Napster rips of ‘Ride the Lightning’ and ‘Enter Sandman’ soon transitioned to real instruments, real songs and real audiences.

When Luke Rauch (Guitar/ Vocals) and Keith Rich (Drums) decided to form Druids and make music together, this was exactly what they were rebelling against. Being in small communities with little to no creative outlets, the craving to do more, to see more, to create something beyond hometown conventions, was percolating.

The duo had met a few years prior, touring with another band and became fast friends. With a love for occult imagery and stories involving ritual and hooded figures, it was inevitable that the marriage of dark imagery and love for heavy metal would culminate into something more.

In 2008, Druids formed out of necessity with hopes of being able to play their brand of heavy riff-laden fuzz and devastation to people beyond their starting point of Pella, Iowa. In a short period of time, the two-piece had their first batch of songs, which became ‘Pray For Water’. Gaining momentum in the capital city of Des Moines, the band had opportunities to play with several touring acts. They continued to write songs, becoming more complex while pushing their own personal boundaries and abilities to create something new. Something had to change, something had to fill out.

When time came to round out the Druids sound, the option for a bass player was a clear one: Luke’s brother, Drew. Shortly after forming, the band had their lineup solidified, bringing a new level of tone, sonics and wall-shaking power. Soon after this, ‘The Sound of Meditation’ was born, showcasing new licks, a penchant for solos and increased textures to provide another flavor to their repertoire. It was around this time, the band decided to plant their roots somewhere more suitable to cultivate their creative endeavors: Des Moines.

The songwriting was becoming more consistent, while taking adventurous turns into genres on the fray of heavy music. Incorporating melodic rhythms in juxtaposition with the wailing solos, Druids was forming into something different entirely. But what, it had yet to be seen.

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