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Members:
Phil Anselmo

Formed: 1995

iSound Site: www.isound.com/down

Biography

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Gravity Kills
Nothingface
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Leæther Strip
Amebix
Ultraspank
Grip Inc.
Pigface
Videodrone
Cop Shoot Cop
Nine Inch Nails
Ministry
Soilent Green
Genres:
Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Hardcore

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Featured Album

	Down III - Over The Under Released: 2007

Albums
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	Down III - Over The Under Released: 2007
	Down II Released: 2002
	NOLA Released: 1995

Biography

Ok, so let's get this straight. Five guys originally from New Orleans, in four different bands, got together many moons ago and started a little side project called "Down". Seemed innocent enough, just a couple of freaks who were into bands which were into Sabbath -- before it was cool to be into Sabbath. We would jam and blow our heads off in this little garage then something started to happen. We weren't just blowing off steam and "Sabb-ing out"; we were coming up with some serious shit. And the reason I say that is because I can still remember the moment Phil threw down some vocals on this sludged-out, heavy riff I had. He then handed me the headphones (we only had one pair, and a four-track) and started laughing his ass off. Ten minutes later, we were in a Monte Carlo cranking a cassette of a jam that would become the song "Bury Me in Smoke." We knew we were onto something. So now, six years later, this "Down" swamp creature we created will not kick the ol' bucket. All of us, over the six years, have been constantly asked by press and fans alike, from Christchurch, New Zealand to Kansas City, "What's up with Down?" It seems to have taken on a life of its own, purely supported by freaks who kept listening to it and asking for it. Very little radio, even less promotion, and still even fewer live shows. It spread like some kind of yellow fever to basically become a staple heavy metal record.

The damn thing sold close to half a million copies worldwide not bad for a band that only played thirteen (yes, 13) shows, and can't even remember the color of our tour bus. Thank God most of these shows were video-bootlegged to hell and back. 1999 enter Rex Brown. Why Rex Brown, you say? You broke the oath, you say. He's from goddamn Texas! Well, if you had some of his hell-raising barbecue, you'd get him in your band too. Plus, over the years, he has developed a fine palette for Coors Light. And oh yeah, he plays the dog shit out of the bass. So here we go, round II. First things first, we decided that Down is not the kind of band that can be confined to a studio. Lo and behold, we came up with a genius (?) idea to isolate ourselves in a barn (later to be christened "Nodferatu's Lair") in an undisclosed swamp somewhere in South Louisiana. Slept upstairs and rocked downstairs. Shipped in enough gear to get our point across (loudly), and got two Yankees with their heads half screwed on (half more than ours) to turn the knobs. With enough booze, food, and "miscellaneous" items for no one to crawl out until it was done. Which was going to be in twenty-something daze. All this combined with an old chest we found full of freaky 70's porno mags we had basically created a modern-day Sodom.

If you really want to lose your mind, just ask one of us how. 'Cause this was a textbook recipe for insanity. By week two, it was as if we were in a gunboat, floating through the Mekong Delta, hunting down Marlon Brando. No perception of reality or direction, but a common goal. Five freaks, all well-versed in the school of hard rock, banging heads at 120 decibels, surrounded by sin, swamps, and mosquitos, with modern-day society a tank of gas away. This is the way rock records should be made. When we emerged from the haze of smoke, the stench of alcohol, and the buzz of yellowjackets, we were sitting on top of umpteen jams. We passed out by our burn pit in the wee hours of the morning, listening to this Down sound on the jam box, and came to the conclusion that nobody in our generation of music had ever attempted to make a record this way. Raw, unbridled, from the heart, and most importantly, devoid of the rest of the world pure. One of the coolest things about Down is the fact that we don't have any preconceived notions about what is to come. When Down is in the "Lair," candles lit, ice chest packed, puffin' and passing, all fired up, we got no clue what's going to happen, which is a beautiful THING. This freedom allows us to write anything from mellow shit like "Where I'm Going", to slammers like "The Seed". Where ever our heads are at, good or bad, up or down. This is what makes Down tick.Don't get me wrong this was no cake walk. But in my opinion, the good ones never are.

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Artist Forum


Discussion Topic	Creator
Down II (2002) 1. Lysergik Funeral Procession Pray to someone I'm going out of my head Dislocate Stay safe in your unmade bed Lysergik funeral procession The world is watched Straight from your TV sets Makes you ill Turn off and drop out in spurts Lysergik funeral procession I get up, get ready to face this world I come down I come down so hard, I hit then bounce In a pool of piss I lay Once revived, I was better off like I was In so many pieces And I'm so damn mad, so fucking mad To lose that special darkness I've got nothing to lose	riff_master

Replys	Listener
2. There's Something On My Side It took a lot to sell my soul The same thing happened yesterday I paid my price, then felt alive But no pulse is within my veins Never will I lie and say I'm still alive Come what may to me, there's something on my side I'm left with heart, 'cause inside me's gone Compulsion drives me anyway I play my part and my part is large Makes me stronger every day Never will I lie and say I'm still alive Come what may to me, there's something on my side One year and it ain't so bad I'm trying to see things clearly The clearer it gets, the more I'm confused I'm thinking more about blindness Thinking hard about blindness Thinking purely of blindness There's something on my side There's something on my side There's something on my side There's something on my side...	riff_master
3. The Man That Follows Hell I do one thing, I do it well It takes up most of my time The advantage is beyond me This curse behind my eyes My dead disguise don't work so well Transparent to the world But in my heart, if it bothers me I'd kill myself and curl I'm falling far from the sun Lucifer's calling on ears that need some now I gave my life to this and it's fooled me oh so well The name they've given me is a man that follows hell A man that follows hell To live outside a city of grief where the quiet becomes pain The human mind, and it's hard to believe, is the knife that splits the brain Some may say I've got it made, what's all the crying for It's a mirror I've got, a reflection of my loved ones out the door I'm calling out to you all Lucifer's falling, so far down I gave my life to this and it fooled me oh so well The proper term for me is a man that follows hell A man that follows hell A man that follows hell A man that follows hell	riff_master
4. Stained Glass Cross Started from the start Wearing out the headstones Was the end, was the right Taking out a life loan Hey, old man When I'm going six feet down You gotta make that promise to me A stained glass cross lay behind my head When taken by the undertaker No questions anymore It's higher than the black sky Get you lower than the floor Hey, old man When I'm going six feet down You gotta make that promise to me A stained glass cross looking down on me Hey, old man When I'm going six feet down You gotta make that promise to me A stained glass cross hanging over me I was just a young boy My father sounded crazy My death he couldn't bear to see Either joking, sleeping, lazy Hey, old man When you're going six feet down I gotta make that promise to you A stained glass cross lay behind your head Hey, old man When you're going under and down I made a secret promise to you A stained glass cross looking down on you	riff_master
5. Ghost Along The Mississippi In the morning, it takes me quite a while to clear my head And as the day moves on, I find it hard to smile at something said So I took control, priority number one, and that's me Then I cut the dragon's head off, and put away my gun, so let it be So let it be I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure I'm trying to kill what's happening to me A ghost along the Mississippi I never thought before, a life could be so strange, but it is And I guess my one a day, became ten or twelve or more, and more But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end, it's been done before No time of passing away, of losing just one more day I'm trying to kill what's happening to me A ghost along the Mississippi Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Can't happen to me Won't do it to me Destroying what's got ahold of me No more the ghost of Mississippi	riff_master
6. Learn From This Mistake I've come so close, it's almost hard to believe When you're up close, it blinds you brilliantly Just one rush can change your life forever Just one push can end it all together Why can't we learn from the plague that surrounds us Learn from my mistakes Learn from this mistake Learn from our mistake Learn from their mistakes There's no shoulder to cry on when you have no shame There's no finger to point when you are to blame Open book, in my eyes shows you rain, then storming I can't look, when covered by the nothing and the suffering Learn from my mistakes Learn from this mistake Learn from our mistake Learn from their mistakes Learn from my mistake Believe me, all my friends, in the ending of the story There's no junkie out there with a happy ending It consumes you, and haunts you like the devil It's the art of the process that kills off all the rebels Learn from this mistake Learn from my mistake Learn from our mistake Learn from my mistake...	riff_master
7. Beautifully Depressed You can't fool the fool, 'cause I know it in my head I just want the people to get some before they're dead You can take my body and dry it in the sun Seeing vultures circle overhead This is the home of the beautifully depressed Life is just a moment that rushes all at once Letting the vultures surround me when I'm dead I am the lord of the beautifully depressed Endlessly, cum for me Faithfully, bend for me Lifelessly, hang for me Endlessly, endlessly Push me to the limit I ain't afraid to die Drive me to the limit I proudly pledge to die I dispell the madness by forgetting all the rules You say I follow in the footsteps of pre-existing fools Begging vultures to bury off my head This is the hard life of the beautifully depressed Endlessly, cum for me Faithfully, bend for me Lifelessly, hang for me Endlessly, endlessly Push me to the limit I ain't afraid to die Look before you're in it Are you afraid to die Then join the beautifully depressed The beautifully depressed...	riff_master
8. Where I'm Going Now don't you worry none Leave this part of yourself behind I'm giving you back to yourself So should you make the change Or could you right them wrongs For I cannot replace where I'm going Where I'm going So you're angry with me What could be better, my love Have most of everything for yourself Hateful and deserved Charlie Manson's eyes Are looking through you back to myself So should I act my age Or should I just not belong For I cannot replace where I'm going Where I'm going...	riff_master
9. Doobinterlude [Instrumental]	riff_master
10. New Orleans Is A Dying Whore The 1800s, before the inception Of modern day ideals Fake grip of appeals Straight to the street run, no barroom virgin Double vision, cocaine To a whorehouse of pain New Orleans is a dying whore Naked she sleeps on my floor New Orleans is a dying whore The spreading highway To the underwater staircase Leading up to a black room To leave there you're a fool Mob world politics So broke it can't fix Trapped in a time zone There's no place like home New Orleans is a dying whore If ?? break down the door New Orleans is a dying whore New Orleans is a dying whore Stripped down and beat to the floor New Orleans is a dying whore New Orleans is a dying whore Blood covered, stuck to my floor New Orleans is a dying whore	riff_master
11. The Seed Smoke up, do what you must do Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep The morning star we reach, think for yourself And that's you, you times a million Look around, we surround the fields On guard for the perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed Try hard to stop us which you can't Outnumbered by the marijuana camps Larger than nations, I can't name one without Must kill the king of drought Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the sky Look around, we surround the fields On guard for perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed This way of life has become an addiction Despite right or wrong and their closed superstition This way of life has become an addiction Despite right or wrong, despite right or wrong Despite right or wrong Perfection of the seed...	riff_master
12. Lies, I Don't Know What They Say But... Sometimes I feel like a man that has two broken hands All of this thrown at me, sinking me neck deep in sand They can't kill me no more, I don't know what to say 'cause it's lies Lies Underneath all this, they should see the man that I am All of my life I've been tried and then persecuted They can't kill me no more, I don't know what to say 'cause it's lies Lies Underneath all this, they should see the man that I really am I've been tried and persecuted Lies Undenied Cold shackles inches from the knife I defy What's mine shall be but nothing stands the time Not surprised It's the same to sleep as it is to rise Lies Undenied Cold shackles on my hands, inches away Death or life Look deeply into my eyes Fire on fire Way to be and get a fucking ride Some desire A "fuck you" soars through the sky Lies	riff_master
13. Flambeaux's Jamming With St. Aug [Instrumental]	riff_master
14. Dog Tired Slow time, deaf to all the hearing Blinded to the seeing, nothing's so revealing Some day I might leave here I'll get what's comin' to me one day These days my eyes are empty Hard times for the son of a bitch Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat Unpredicted, that's where I'm at So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane Break down, devastate to kneeling Suffering to bleeding, all the chance of feeling Some day I might destroy here I'm gonna get what's coming to me one day These days my life is empty Hard times for the son of a bitch Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat Unpredicted, that's where I'm at So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane Dog tired in the fast lane Dog tired in the fast lane Dog tired in the fast lane Dog tired in the fast lane Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat Unpredicted, that's where I'm at So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane Dog tired in the fast lane...	riff_master
15. Landing On The Mountains Of Meggido Lords, can it be mistakes Throughout the constant vows of the lost and gone, blind and wrong Inside a faith without a home, a fire that is cold But grows so well, who's to tell, about it all A nation cannot see, the hardest part to take Is not for me, the dying trees This is what wars are made of Haunted... The readings cracked and grey and plagiarized to date Altered by the bastards of pure disguise of seas and skies The pagan drums should wake, the sleeping of the fools to forget the church's language Who's the fool, me or you The greatest mask of fate, the longest battle through the text of great predictions For me and you, the old and new This is what wars are made of Haunted...	riff_master