Desert Storm

A beaten up 69 Dodge Charger going fullthrottle through the smouldering desert towards an raging thunderstorm with Josh Homme at the steering wheel while The Stooges and Soundgarden are kicking it with P.J. Harvey on the backseat, would be the best possible description of the Drive By Wire sound.

Between Oceans

*Cover* Kyuss-50 Million Year Trip (Downside Up)

Fields of The Nephilim 'Prophecy'
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Voice and Music: Carl McCoy
Additional Guitar: Gav King
Drums: Lee Newell

Composed and Produced by McCoy
Published by Nephilim Music

Mastered by Maor Appelbaum
At Maor Appelbaum Mastering - California - U.S.A
http://maorappelbaum.com

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Fields of the Nephilim - Prophecy

GOZU Jaming on a kyuss riff this is a jam cut 5min out of about 40.. no one wants to hear that.
will-bass
bodie-drums
jim-guitar
ben-guitar

Gozu-Kyuss Lives

LA DANSE MACABRE - Godown Records 2013 - GOD77
Recorded in february/march 2013 @ GODOWN RECORDS STUDIO, Savignano sul Rubicone (FC), Italy.
Mixed and mastered by Godown records. All songs by Three Eyes left.
Graphic and concept by EEVIAC & KARAMAZOV.
(P) e (C) Godown Records 2013 - All rights reserved


The Devil walks with Him

Three dancing eyes chasing the night idol, a sound bending at the magical sphinxes of times ready to explode in millions of vivid and dying butterflies. A needles storm enveloping more distant minds’ sleep to fecundate the first handmaid’s ancient womb. A psychic and interrupted rock, a multitude of words weaved together with a string made of stones and
gems. Three eyes left is the dance before the word and the word before the colour, and now waits for the harvest refulgence to gather and offer the livid germ of its roots.
Dance incestuous sons! At the sickle light, find the chosen ones, show them what they will receive in gift.
A mass of mothers and sisters, of eyes consecrated to the black light of the oblivion, an ethereal mastodons and solar flares’ Danse Macabre.
A music box made of tendon and blood from which rolls itself the inception silence, the virgin the offers herself for another smile, the planet that fears a light that isn’t its own.
From the Stones’ Gardens up to the never born dreams, through the Third Stone, to the solitude of mud beyond the discriminating mind’s hell, Three eyes left is sludge and psych, now more than ever.





The Devil walks with Him

THREE EYES LEFT