OUR SANCTUM (Write up's) By Z

Emerging from their INNER SANCTUM like a Force of Nature--relentless and unstoppable--OUR SANCTUM uses their FIRE WITHIN to open HELLS GATES. From the pounding drums and rhythm guitar, to the tormented screams, to the shredding lead guitar mayhem, their brutal and aggressive sound will raise the hair on the back of your neck, and have you head-banging for more. Gothic, Unreal, Primal, and Original. All of these describe a Metal Band unlike any you have seen before. The rhythms and melodies swirl around each other like a Slegehammer of Doom, blasting open the Crypt of Conformity. This ain't your Mama's three-chord, boring, copy-cat, metal band. OUR SANCTUM is VITAL, and ORIGINAL, and ready to RIP THE TOP OF YOUR SKULL OFF! They will have you looking over your shoulder for the four horsemen of the apocalypse and have you swearing to God Almighty that the Gates of Hell have been breached. Bring your holy water, your silver crosses, and your silver bullets. You are going to need them.

These are on our myspace page. And they have had some nice coments on them.
Thank you writing them Z.


BY Z- (Mike Cooley)
Descending from the mountains of Northern Georgia like Hillbillies from Hells Gates, OUR SANCTUM is an onslaught of Metal Mayhem that breaks the chains of traditional metal, and leaves an impression that you will not soon forget. From the emotional torment of FIRE WITHIN, to the brooding darkness of HERETIC DEMISE, they paint a torn and desolate landscape of destruction, blood red. Downtuned rhythms tear up the ground, while the lead guitar weaves melodies that summon the long dead from their crypts; their bony fingers clawing at the insides of their coffins as they try to rise. The vocals transcend words and screams and become a new instrument. From the gutteral moans and sobs of despair to dark incantations eliciting ghostly apparitions, the words flow around and around like lost souls in a whirlpool of fire. Froms the depths of their INNER SANCTUM, where they craft their maelstrom of sound, they emerge into the light of day, and descend like harbingers of doom, to portend the end of days. You can't ignore them. You can't stop them. You can't unhear what you have heard. They are OUR SANCTUM! They will open your eyes, and your mind. They will get into your blood like a primal force, like an Alien Parasite. And they will not let go.