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killie & heaven in her arms & cocoon sefira presents「CyoGa -Ran-」

So, it's about time to fuck'n change this boring music scene here.

killie and heaven in her arms will start a continuous two man event called "CyoGa", which means Butterfly and Moth in Japanese, taking the two images of both bands, inviting guests with support by cocoon sefira. We are sick and tired of this fashionable scene that exists here, perpetuating the same bands, same process, same consequence of attaining nothing and only feeling numbness.

We understand that each one of you are not convinced and content by this consequence and so are we. Someone needs to make a change in this country by revealing this true feeling that everyone holds and actually making a step forward where no one seems to will to take such responsibility and we are not here to sit and jack off.

So we're fuck'n here to take that.

We believe that each generation has its responsibility in doing what they should be doing at this moment and for us, it's to make this damn country a better place to live and to play, hear music and we are the one who needs to be upfront for everyone.

At first, to make this become true, we need to have more crossovers among bands, scenes and audiences and this "CyoGa" event will prove that. The first "CyoGa" will include the final release party of heaven in her arms new mini album and will invite a great HipHop group Origami. The place will be at Shibuya Eggman. We understand that this venue is not familiar with most of you, but this is part of the intention of "CyoGa". We want everyone to discover new venues and we also want to show you different shows of ourselves. Including internet prior ticket orders and presents by e+, we would like to make a progress with everyone and challenge what we can do in our generation basis. This is the reason why we have named the first event "Ran", meaning egg in Japanese. This is still a preface, but we wish the butterfly and moth to emerge with thousands of wills to fly over the fields.

Let's make this damn country a better place by ourselves. Stop watching and glancing, start participating.

Yoshi / killie


「CyoGa -Ran-」

-heaven in her arms new album "hifuku suru heisoku" release party-
3/20(Fri・Holiday)@shibuya eggman

■cast: heaven in her arms/killie
■guest: origami

■open/start: 18:00/18:30
■adv/door: 2800/3300 + 1D


■Prior Ticket Info【Limited event "CyoGa" Badge given】
・e+:2/15(Sun) - 2/28(Sat) e+ website
・「*Certificate of CyoGa Member」(Badge) handed out on that day
    *Explanation of「Certificates of CyoGa Members」....Ticket discount applies at each 「CyoGa」 show by showing Cyoga Members badge at the entrance. Suck that.

■Next CyoGa gig : 5/4(Mon・Holiday)@shibuya eggman

■General Ticket Info
・Lawson Tickets /eggman entrance:3/1(Sun) - 3/20(Fri・Holiday)
・Lawson Code:72264
・shibuya eggman: 03-3496-1561 (15:00-20:00) 

※Reservations are NOT allowed at shibuya eggman.
※Japanese information at the "diAry" page.

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heaven in her arms new mini album release flyer
yoshi (from killie at kitakyusyu, taken by seb)
heaven in her arms (at germany, taken by julien)
[posted Feb/14/2009 (SAT)]

i hate designing your enemies

As she bangs her forehead on the kick drum and a nose bleed to cover the shame, saying "It's not mine", saying "It's not yours", close minds and misunderstanding along the process of this idiotic idea of believing and beloved within a lost community, she sings a love song toward the crowd for a change, and a ease.

Silence is the consequence to prevail.

Reminiscence in my head, recalling the days of 15, the first Punk / Hardcore show I went to was at a bar club called "SCREAM".

I forgot the name of the band who was playing that night, but it was some band playing an old school / punk rock tune with a mixture of Circle Jerks and Chain Of Strength where the drummer had 1 cracked cymbal, 1 bass drum with a big hole, and a broken snare drum hitten by a chop stick or something. In front of the ugly mohawk drummer with a silkscreened Minor Threat T-shirt, the guitar player was using an unknown amp and a guitar with 3 strings on it where the bass player only had one 4th string playing on the note of D.

They were singing criticism toward their government about rights they deserve to have as a youth with no jobs bla bla and the club was full of kids with beer bottles in their hands, only big enough to fit 20 people or so. And of course, the front door was wide open for the noise to leek outside to the small restaurants next door, but they didn't seem to bother at all, or, it must have been an usual sight from the look on their faces. I remember at the end of the song, one guy started to get into a fight with some German guy for wearing a coat with a German flag patched on it, punching and yelling at him for taking it off, but eventually the German was naked on the floor bleeding and puking some flesh. I didn't really understand or agree with the consequence I was seeing on the floor, but I felt that these people were wishing for a change, possesing a strong impulse with this tool of music and it was the only way they could express it. Or actually not.

This was not in Japan, not in the US nor in those fucked up mainstream magazines or MTV.
It was in Beijing, China.

The band sucked like hell, but gave me a good punch in the face, indeed.

When I turned 14 years old, I went to Beijing because of my father's job and started my studies in an international school.

I met a stinky Finnish guy who only listened to Vandals and wanted to play drums, asking me if i wanted to play bass with a Cantonese guy who played guitar, preaching how to make a nuclear bomb while listening to Operation Ivy and Fifteen. I was into Propagandhi those days, wishing to play some fast, metallic and melodic songs, but I didn't know how to play the instrument, so I eventually gave up and gave it try by starting the band playing ska punk tunes like Operation Ivy, since the Cantonese guy already had some songs, which sound like shit reggae.

After a couple of months, knowing how to hit the notes right, we started to look for a place to play or if there was any punk communities around and discovered that there was one near Beijing Universiry in a district called "WAN FU JING" where the SCREAM club was. I remember the first show when we played there some guy threw a beer bottle at me and hit my right hand nicely, starting to bleed well, but I refused to stop the song and gave him the crap as well.

During those days, China was in the middle of becoming economically bigger, but still had a major gap between the rich and poor where you see a Hilton hotel right in the middle of a ghetto area. Basically there were no middle class and not only being raised in an economically wealth family (at least to a lot of Chinese local people), for being Japanese and from historical backgrounds, I was seen and pointed with a condemned look a lot of times. I was offended by this reality, often having a bad feeling, but overcame it by learning the language and their culture. Learning a certain language meant the knowledge and understanding toward their country and a respect toward them.

I studied a lot.
Talked a lot.
Fought a lot.
And tried my best to understand what this country was all about.


I learnt that the Chinese people (Not ALL of course. Just an explanation as a whole for you) are very aggressive, but at the same time, the most respectful people who believe friendship and laughter is the most important thing in life. I began to start going to the SCREAM club day after day.

Most of the bands who played there were old school / ska / early punk bands, where there were only a few to mention like 69, Brain Failure, Reflector, Hang On The Box and Anarchy Jerks. I remember Anarchy Jerks went to South Africa to do a tour, but haven't heard from them since then. I don't know the situation now, but during those days in China, the government and police had so much power that a lot of times there were police officers coming in with guns and stopping the gig, because of the anti messages sang toward the government, which were strictly controled in China and always had a fight or trouble with them.

There was a time when we jacked an unused bus and then made it into a bar called "BUS BAR", having parties playing hardcore and ska bands loud enough to let the old lady living next door screaming at us with a knife in her hand. Minor Threat, Black Flag, Bad Brains, Propagandhi, Negative FX, Circle Jerks, Jerry's Kids, Faith, Specials were often on the record player, despite the fact of what those bands wanted to say, we were always "high" enough to hear them all faster than 45bpm.

There was also a small record shop close to the SCREAM club where they sold illegally imported CD's and Records, selling them cheap by cracking the side of the CD, so that the customs at the boarder don't handle them as products, but just a bunch of junk brought in by a bunch of kids with weird hairstyles. Not even to mention, all of those CDs and Records were stolen from Hong Kong and Japan. It was pretty interesting to know that a lot of the people who came to the SCREAM club or played shows there were students of Beijing University, which is the most intellectual university in China, so they were all smart enough to roll and lid a joint where a member of Brain Failure was the son of a famous politician of the communist party of China.

Sometimes we talked about politics and most of the times laughed hard with the great cheap beer of "CHIN TAO" in the left hand and a fat joint in the right, stopping such habit after watching a guy being ran over by a car laughing.

Not only domestic bands, there were also bands from outside playing at the SCREAM club such as Envy and International Noise Conspiracy, since there was a label called Ling Lao Records based in Hong Kong doing well refusing to release BLINK 182 who sent a demo to them. Really didn't dig the music of those bands that came at that time, but It was a good experience to see such bands in such a small place with a bunch of mohawks banging their hands to such music plugged into one of the most shittiest amps and drum sets you can find in this world.

I don't know how it was in the US, UK or even in Japan during the late 70's or early 80's, but it must have been like this.

It was all real and raw.

The last time I heard from a friend of mine who still lives in Beijing told me that the SCREAM club closed down due to economical and "high" restrains and the punk hardcore scene just turned into a mainstream movement. After experiencing and believing this was what Punk and Hardcore meant, I came back to Japan and started a band, but realized that the whole scene here was fake and fucked, having nothing to be against of, no impulse, no rage, superficial enough to point a middle finger up every fuck'n band's ass singing a total bullshit of the same old imported cliched stuff while holding a nice GIBSON guitar and wearing a leather jacket under an air-conditionor. Not to blame everything toward them, since it was way for Japan to work out its musical industry or historically copying every single shit without no doubt and ignoring its intention, but it seemed like something important was missing at the base, which kind of meant a alot or in fact, was the core. It could be said to me as well in some parts, since I believe Punk and Hardcore, in this case Life, is not a consequence, but an endless process. At least I still understand that I don't hit the strings to fuck around with girls and money.

Thanks to the friends and beers there.

Still today, I doubt such a scene here, forced to pay more than 1000$ to play a show 1 night at a small venue in Tokyo, no practice rooms to jack like we did in Beijing and a bunch of mainstream kids and bands banging their heads to our lyrics where we're talking shit about them. It's about time to realize what we can do in this country, in our own ways with our own words and action. Unless we hear and see what bands and people want to say and disagree, with the laughter of their friends and the ones they believe as for punk rock and hardcore to be a blank sheet paper to inscribe our pages, nothing is going to change.

I don't know much, but I know that for sure.

There is too much bullshit going around in this world and community today, very few real stuff rising from the very underground. More and more assholes selling merch on eBAY and Yahoo! auction, numbers in their eyes and hands, counting piece of papers they haven't even created. Shit bands giving reasons that "we can't do it" within this tiny fuck'n country because of having jobs and business to handle where we do too, so get back to work kid.

You still have homework to do.

We're sick and tired of hearing people and bands here whining about their jobs and restraits that are not even a thing to mention if it's something that you have chosen for your life. You do what you want to do. You choose what you want to have. There are things that fuck your life up a lot of times, but that is the same for everyone, including ourselves. If you have something to say, something to work out, do it. If you can't do it by yourself, do it together. That's the core belief you should be looking for. Finding those mates and rebellions is your first DIY and the only DIY that you must be doing.

Besides that, I hate that word.

Feel the rage and reality in front of you.
It doesn't matter where you're from, where you live, or how rich/poor you are, including the ones around you.

It's always there for us to grab and scream our guts out.

Stop asking dumb questions of how we work things out.
Just stand strong and solid, move for sincerity and friendship.
That's the only shit we have been doing for the past 10 years and what I personally learnt from Beijing and the friends there.

Besides the joints and beer bottles, of course.

New merch on the "Archive" page for ya.

Keep dreaming like you still do, kid.

Happy New Year.

yOshi

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yuta (from killie at tokai university, taken by naoya nozawa)
killie+balloons+takatori (at tokai university, taken by naoya nozawa)
killie (at tokai university, taken by naoya nozawa)
[posted Dec/19/2008 (FRI)]

i hate your dvd

"when you depart from a man
make sure you leave him with a name of a flower
it blooms every year"

-yasunari kawabata-


We finally got the live DVD of "koken kotei vol.2@shinjyuku loft" ready to sell through the Archive page and it will come with a huge sticker inside. Thanks to all the people who have supported us for this DVD and you guys deserve a huge kiss and a beer for sure (I.D.O will pay for it). There is only 1 song "Resurrection" on the DVD, but hey, at least we know how to fuck around with micophones and the old lady seems to like it.

A bottle on her head for that.

You'll know what I'm talking about.

We are currently working on our album still and more news will come along, but for now, the LP version is unfotunately canceled and sorry for those who have been looking forward to it. You'll get to see an amazing CD and Tape version for sure, so let's look at the bright side and read the "gorinsyo" by musashi miyamoto.

The answer is there.

I have somethings to speak.
But it will be a threat and you may assume, as usual.
A community and scene where we see each other in colored eyes, frightening of what to say and what to express. This seems to be the case and we're here to fix that with our only flower to be given.

A Violet

The flower of sincerity in Japan.
Which also means fuck you in this choice of matter.

You have a flower for next year.
Smile.

yOshi


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killie (at meguro mod studio, taken by naoya nozawa)
killie (at meguro mod studio, taken by naoya nozawa)
killie (at meguro mod studio, taken by naoya nozawa)
[posted Sep/12/2008 (FRI)]

i hate your misunderstanding

Fuck Your Ideas.
Fuck Your Sexism.
Fuck Your Industry.
Fuck Your Car.
Fuck Your Mobile Phone.
Fuck Your E-mail.
Fuck Your Computer.
Fuck Your MySpace.
Fuck Your Mixi.
Fuck Your 2ch.
Fuck Your Hate.
Fuck Your Love.
Fuck Your Tears.
Fuck Your Smile.
Fuck Your Talks.
Fuck Your Pecking Order.
Fuck Your Work.
Fuck Your Yes.
Fuck Your No.
Fuck Your Schedule.
Fuck Your Favorites.
Fuck Your Punk.
Fuck Your Hardcore.
Fuck Your Scene.
Fuck Your Music.
Fuck Your CD.
Fuck Your DVD.
Fuck Your Art.
Fuck Your DIY.
Fuck Your Independent.
Fuck Your Band.

And Fuck YOU.

Cliche Cliche Cliche.
Over used and over dosed.
Done, Over and Over again.

A sick and infected imported DIY in the island.

Do it like the US.
Do it like Europe.
Do it like that band.
Do it like they say.

We are forced to pay more than 100,000 Yen to play a show in Tokyo for 1 night, we have to pay 8,000 Yen to do a 6 hour rehearsal, regulations in amplifire volumes, hardly understandable service fees, complicated papers to rub our asses, rip off bands and audiences, no understanding in the culture of art, and after all, you realize the blank in between what you actually posses in which they don't by playing in a small bar with the volume at two. Fuck That.

What the fuck do you attain from copying an Ameican Dream society?

Listen brothers and sisters, we have something that we need to keep in our warm veins. We live in Japan and we're yellow Japanese monkees. We have are own colors and ways of doing things. Active as a band, active as an organizer, active as an audience and active as a human being. Share and be happy of the differences from them.

We're essentially no Western minded tribes "TAMI yo".
They don't understand what KAMIKAZE and SAMURAI's are really are.


Money, cultural backgrounds, society values, venues, music itself is an inevitable problem. I know it sucks, we've been fighting this undefeatable bullshit for years. But this won't come to an end unless we try to work things out in are own ways, in our own ideas and action. It's not going to make its way by copying some cliched idea done in a continent thousand of kilometers away from this tiny island of chaos.

We're not giving you any answers.
As we are on the same way, answers are hard to define.
But a suggestion from our very own experience may lead you to a path.

Stick your middle finger up their assses and shove it down with the ones in vein.

It works, gradually.


We are currently working on our useless 1st album for those internet dick heads cumming on their displays with Japanese porn. The CD version will be released by oto RECORDS and there will be a LP and a Tape version released by foreign labels, which will include an exclusive track for each. More information will come as soon as your "eject" is done internet kid.

There is a new video up on the Archive page from a collaboration gig "koken kotei vol.2"@shinjuku LOFT. This video will be available as a DVD with the official quality of sound and image. You'll see how much we are a Rock Star like My Chemical Romance. Yeah we know, we're damn sexy, and your mom too sunshine. Go back home and listen to E-150.

She knows why we hate you.

So many talks and so many deceit.
You know why it's coming to you.
And why it is for.
It's just that you need a punch in the face.
Afterall, we just come to one conclusion.

Hate them all, and fuck them all.

Trust yourself and the ones you care.

It works, alot of times.


yOshI / killie

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killie (at shimokitazawa era, taken by naoya nozawa)
killie (at shinjyuku loft, taken by naoya nozawa)
killie (at shinjyuku loft, taken by naoya nozawa)
[posted Aug/07/2008 (THU)]