Halcion Halo is a Hard Rock band with ties in the Northwest music scene going back to the early nineties.
With roots from industrial, Goth, tribal, metal, punk and grunge; the writing pages continue to expand beyond the scope of normal degenerates and right over to the dark dreams of alcohol fuming funny cars and chance encounters with snakes and apples….
Blues, beggars, folklore, tongues, jail-bait, outerwear, hidden passages, and tailored secrets; the sex club is hosting a musical social and the entire retirement home is invited. The steam boiler is leaking emotional bilge water onto the tormented superstructure of welded chain walls and machined stainless razor blade rooftops housed on two underground tiers of steel tie bars and concrete pillars; the souls of wandering messengers ring out through the echoed fantasies in forgotten dreams.
Pouring out is the bent over late night memories in a vile pile of backyard grass aftermath and upload the tarnished conversations into a lyrical furnace wear only heat survives. Halcion is fueled by the same poisons that thrive on the bottom of the sea floor within the cold grave of endless tears and bitter salty lips… the corrosion protects the bones long enough to be remembered
The Door opens into a reality where the wedding band is only a challenge coin and the heart is better known as a shadow-less mirror baked in the southern sun. Box of Chocolates revels in the hypocrisy of our socially drowned love affair with proving our own worth. Never Stop holds no reign over the reality that won’t let you go every time you stare at the cross. All My Demons knows the truth of torture living in one’s artistic mind waiting for the world to realize the end is never near enough. Fire Engine Red struts through the front door and drops a thousand dollars on the best half hour of its life. Intoxicating found time to turn around and burn another one while tying two more on and fumbling for the keys to her apartment. Diamond Windows stairs out to big deep skies and dares the world to clean out the drawers and read through the newspaper clippings of our own demise. Put You Down spills out the unfinished glass of wine from the stair banister over all of the guests enjoying the free snacks and fake fireplace. Death & Lies is like an old girlfriend that just showed back up at your house while the new girlfriend is making dinner in the kitchen and just she just wants a quick one. And finishing out any night is your un-justified burned and drenching wet black and beating Wild Heart that is only looking for one last thing.