Ascension Of The Watchers released their new album earlier this fall, Apocrypha, out now via Dissonance Productions. The band just shared a new mini-documentary, created with Revolver, which you can see below. The band features pioneering vocalist Burton C. Bell (ex-Fear Factory), John Bechdel, and Jayce Lewis. Check out our interview with Bell here. Continue reading
We caught up with music legend Burton C. Bell (ex Fear Factory) of Ascension of the Watchers for a new podcast, to chat all about his new album Apocrypha (Dissonance Productions). We chatted about the history of the band, the lead up to making this new album, Burton’s songwriting process, how he derives inspiration from film scores and soundtracks, his bandmates Jayce Lewis and John Bechdel (Ministry, Prong), the spiritual side to his lyrics and themes he writes from, the concept of “modern analog” and how it influenced the recording, memories of the late Paul Raven (Killing Joke/Prong), some thoughts on other projects like City of Fire and G/Z/R, and much more. Order the album here, and check out our chat.
Atmospheric synth-driven Gothic metal band Ascension of the Watchers, featuring Fear Factory vocalist Burton C. Bell, will release their second full-length album Apocrypha globally on October 9, via Dissonance Productions. The recording will be available on cd, two limited vinyl formats, and through all major digital outlets. Formed in 2002 in rural Pennsylvania with a friend and musical confidant John Bechdel, the band created their 2004 debut, Ascension of The Watchers independently released – Iconoclast, printed only on cd and vinyl to a limited number.Now in 2020, renowned UK solo artist Jayce Lewis and Burton brought in the essential camaraderie, talents and studio that perfectly suited the recording of Apocrypha.Continue reading
With Ministry on the verge of disappearing the vaults are opened once more and this time around Jourgensen and Co decided to release a live CD/DVD package entitled, Enjoy The Quiet – Live At Wacken 2012. Continue reading