History of Behrosth's creation
“I will leave only the main (and interesting, hilarious and just wild we then arranged just almost every day). It all started in December 2015, when in the dying body of the once industrial giant - Rubtsovsk - two backyard friends, tired of the silence of a stagnant monocity, decided to spend their youth on Raw Black. Maybe it was a tribute to the spirit of decadence, but anyway, this was the only kind of music that could be played there seriously. The highlight of the early period was the first vocalist: Morok. He lived in the village of Malaya Silkovka. To drive (and sometimes to walk 8 hours) to rehearsals from his native village, and where to? To Rubtsovsk! It was not just diligence, it was almost heroism. He was ideological, he lived black metal and listened to it exclusively. He was a creative guy, and he was a great vocalist. But he was a man with irreversible psychological peculiarities and a romantic taste so eccentric that he could be called “Tinder's Victim”. The drummer died quickly, and the bass guitarist's place was cursed, so that anyone who occupied it at that moment was doomed to a perpetual search for a way out of the maze of domestic and professional problems. They didn't stay long. One of the bassists, Morok (the very first vocalist) found in his village. That one eventually became so filled with black metal that he started to fuck up terribly, at one such beautiful moment, at night he climbed the bell tower in his native village and threw the bell on the asphalt. After that he went to rest in the state house - to eat pills and take injections. We never saw him again. At that time there was a demo, there was an album, there was another album. There was a misunderstood performance in 2016, in his hometown, and since no one there had any idea about black metal, the reaction was like the climax of the scene with johnny b goode played by Marty McFly in Back to the Future.
But in the end, fate was harsh: Morok's unique psychological peculiarities, his strange, inexplicable magnetism for eccentric women led to his absence from the band. Who knew that the soundtrack of his life would change from Freesing Moon Mayhem to Vihorkov's “Now I'm Gone Forever”?
Unfortunately (or fortunately?), Behrosth broke up in 2017. Rubtsovsk was too small for those who aspired to something more than working at closing enterprises and the freezing steppe wind, I moved to Barnaul, and the remnants of the band scattered in different directions like ashes from a burnt paper.
My student years in Barnaul gave me an acquaintance with Skars, and we decided to resurrect the project. We thought for a long time and it became clear that Behrosth deserved a second breath, but not in Raw Black format. We recorded the album BEHROSTHBEHROSTH - a symbiosis of funeral doom and black metal, so heavy that you can stop listening to the music after the first listen. Skars got his hands on the drums, and also became the permanent designer of all the covers and merchandise, adding an aesthetic to the project that even ancient demons would be embarrassed by. In parallel, the album “Witching Hour” was being recorded, around which musicians began to gather. Some came, others left, but by the middle of 2023 we had a six-piece band, ready not only for recording, but also for concerts.
That's our story, in brief. ”