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Weeks have passed, not much has changed in the Draconic camp. Well, the drums have been recorded, the bass has been recorded, most of the guitars have been recorded, but generally, nothing much has changed. I mean the essential things remain unwavering. For example:

Nikola still refuses to wear pants while indoors.

Oldschool still has an impeccable physique.

Uros still has the fashion sense of a retarded eight year-old Bangladeshi boy.

But that’s what made me feel good about my second visit to Senta this weekend. The symmetry of it all, the grand design, the second moon of Golgotha was aligned with the Mercurial signs of old, and the blood of deceivers and untrue warriors of metal had stained the floor of Marjan’s kitchen/dining room as it had a month or so before. In a manner of speaking.

Since the bass tracks needed to get done this weekend, I got to work immediately.

OK, no more wackiness, here are some pictures of us actually playing instruments and recording music.

Here’s Oldschool recording some guitars. Notice, no shirt.

Here’s the photo in which I realized that I can no longer make fun of Uros’ haircut.

I look like a bearded, lesbian surfer.

Ok, this is fucking boring. Here’s more funny ones.

Here’s Oldschool showing his love for coca-cola. (carbonated pussy)

Here’s Marjan with a visibly intoxicated Hank Azaria. No wait, that’s Uros.

It is general knowledge that the three most metal things are, in this order.

1. Blackie Lawless’ fire-shooting codpiece.

2. Rob Halford’s studded dildo.

3. Cabbage.

And this is pretty much the funniest picture ever.

Heeding the call, one and for all…

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Greetings to the hordes of frost and melancholy, drapped in the sorrow of a thousand wintermoons and diseased lamb’s blood!

We are in the world-renowned metropolis of Senta, the mecca of heavy metal, where Gene Simmons fucked his first goat (or so the legend goes) and we are knee-deep in metal hysterics and blasphemous summonings of ancient spirits of the elderwoods (in translation, we are recording our album).

The first day was spent travelling to Senta in Oldschool Senior’s Dacia pickup, one of the most manly vehicles to ever grace the streets of this fine war-torn country of ours.

We then arrived and were greeted with open arms (and anus) by Marjan, the host with the most, and his studly brother Nikola (who will be producing the album and has an incredibly fit rear end).

The first half of the day, as far as the brothers Andrijasevic are concerned, set the course for what the next several days would look like for them; eating large portions of meat products and sleeping like koalas and hibernating grizzly bears.

Not even a thoroughly excited Patrick Swayze could wake the slumbering giant known as Big Daddy Stain.

we spent the night drinking in the kitchen and sweating like Arabs. Later we decided to change locations and continued to consume large amounts of lukewarm beer under a bridge, after which Matija commented that we are way more metal than that fucking bridge. I, Laza, nodded in agreement.

We set up the drum kit the next day. Well, we actually did that in the morning and spent the rest of the day eating large amounts of meat (no homo), sleeping and drinking. Oldschool spent the whole day playing Ne Ljuti Se Covece online.

The next day we actually had microphones set up, some nice sounds, and pops was ready to bring the thunder, to, if you will, strike with his two wooden hammers of might and fury the couldrons of percussive destruction which he presides over (in translation, to play his drums).

In the process of recording, pops realised that his china cymbal was so loud that he could not hear the click track in his headphones over it.

We then used the most professional of techniques in audio isolation and constructed pops a makeshift turbin to help him with his hearing problems. Not only did he look like the bastard son of Mike Portnoy and the crowned prince of Dubai, but he also was able to play a lot better afterwards.

Since the rest of us had nothing to do while pops was recording, we decided to buy a lot of beer.

Oldschool continued to eat well and poop solid shit for the first time in over a month.

This is Endre, he brought us Rush albums to listen to and drank beer with us. He’s dreamy.

And that’s pretty much how it went down. Pops recorded five songs yesterday and has four more to record today. As I type this, he is recording Murder the Distance.

That’s it for now.

Stay tuned to the page for more updates from Dracoland.

bye bye

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