Drums of Death came to be after an encounter with a dark priest on a sorrowful night in Haiti. A musician known as Colin Bailey emerged from this near fatal encounter as you see him now: dark, dishevelled and disfigured. Cursed by magick, Bailey’s heart was cut out and as he lay on the brink of death, the voodoo priest fixed a broken drum machine into his chest. The voodoo machine pulsed its artificial rhythm through his chest and around his blood, helping bind him to the earth whilst further fuelling his dark desires and terrible urges. Now the property of Greco Roman, Drums of Death’s music is borne out of these urges. Passion for the synthetic pulse of grime and techno mixed with the rhythms and primal lusts of low-down, swamp rock ‘n roll. Add to this an electronic live show that solicits a hot mix of these influences and a desire to bring something wild to dark clubs and you have the ultimate rave-inflicting artist. It’s a testament to a youth spent in metal bands whilst growing up in a small Scottish town with subsequent discoveries of techno at raves in Glasgow and bass culture from his time in London. The voice is just as an integral part to the Drums of Death experience than the profound bass pressure. Throwing out rhymes and lyrics with equal gusto, these twisted, FX-drenched flows and cut-up, destroyed yells trawl for influence from abstract sources, drawing upon strange imagery and bending reason and melody to breaking point. Eschewing traditional production methods, Drums of Death seeks a rawer approach to recording in order to retain the fierce energy of the live shows. Bass, blood and the beat. This is a message to Generation Hexed from the cracked mind of a Voodoo Hoodlum
