Post punk is dead. But before everyone bins their JOY DIVISION tote bags, one thing needs to be said: it`s better that way! Post punk wasn’t created to be alive or to represent vitality. Post punk was, is and will always be a gaze into the void, an echo of a broken world which possibly won`t be the same tomorrow. Back in the 80s, tortured crossover artists such as Curtis, Coleman and Smith transformed the atmosphere of an unsure morning into sound and did what THEN COMES SILENCE do nowadays. The world isn’t in a better condition than it was in the 80s. Back then, the saber-rattling monster with the finger on the trigger was named Reagan. Today, its name is Trump and it tweets nuclear dreams all over the digital highway; the world builds walls and ducks, and holds its breath. This shaky inhaling, this quiet before the storm is like a post punk nucleus how it was back in the 80s and how it is today - apocalyptically modern. If a contemporary band ever knew how to wrap the beauty of a world in ruins in gloomily shimmering and desolate music, it has to be Stockholm-based THEN COMES SILENCE. “Every day brings us closer to downfall“, muses mastermind Alex Svenson. ”For things to get better they have to get really fucked up first.” Just take a look around if you shouldn`t believe these words. “The rest is silence.“ Hamlet knew that all things must come to an end. Irreversibly. Forever. On their fourth album, Blood, THEN COMES SILENCE boast a remarkable energy, some kind of longing ode to the inevitable doom that somehow makes life worth living.
