he configuration in which Cortez evolves is quite unusual: drums, guitar, vocals and no bass. Yes, no bass - or at least no bass player. It’s a real technical achievement, enough to destroy anything standing in their way. This Swiss trio plays a (straightforward) post hardcore (noise) that is direct, heavy, atmospheric violent and which will please fans of either KNUT, BOTCH or CULT OF LUNA. Even if their music remains aggressive, it’s still charged with emotions and intensity.
Their story began in 2001. After four years of hard work and tons of shows, they have now found their own personal style and originality.
Having shared the stage with bands like DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN, UNSANE, ISIS, BURST and many more, they have gained a solid reputation as a live band.
In 2005, Cortez went on a French tour for two weeks along with ASIDE FROM A DAY to promote their last effort: “Initial”. The album was recorded with Pascal Hirt and mastered at RFI Studio in Seattle (BOTCH, ISIS, .), the cover was done by Benjamin Ith et Fabian Sbarro (VANCOUVER, UNFOLD, THE EVPATORIA REPORT, .).

These Mountains Are Ghosts came to light in the spring of 2010, with ex-members from the new-school hardcore band .Ender and the post-rock band Koan. TMAG's music is most accurately described as hardcore with metal influences, complex riffs and the occasional odd beat combined with thunderous vocals. In the autumn of 2010 they recorded a five-song demo which is still available as a free download. This demo was well received in the press, with highly rated reviews in RifRaf, Cutting Edge and RMP among others. Owing to this demo, TMAG played many high profile shows and festivals across Belgium, including RioRock, Ziggypop and RMP fest, building a live reputation with loud and energetic performances.

The band has now released their first full album entitled "Demon Horde" on Fun
time Records. With mastering from Alan Douches at West West Side Music and guest vocals from the throats of the BEAR, Musth and Essence frontmen, this debut album gets into darker and heavier territory, bringing out the sludge hammer to smash your face in when you are least expecting it, whilst maintaining the tortuous riffage and idiosyncratic rhythms from the demo. These Mountains Are Ghosts are looking forward to a busy calendar this autumn, so be sure to check them out at a show near you.

Initial scene... Silence...   Progression... Stagnated and numb emotions scattered around, piling in tiny landscapes of sorrow, the reconciliation with the "beyond". Captain Death and the Lady In Blue, melting visions of those departed, saturated memories. The dreaded holocaust, concluding circle and the farewell, borrowed time, acceptance and martyrdom. Nothing left and nothing more.    Deuil, (Mourning in English) is a 4-piece blackened sludge, drone act from Liège, Belgium. They've started their expedition in 2012 and they are slowly grasp the battlements of life, the soil of the lost, where stench of death suffocates and wishers... nevermore. Purple and violet clouds, last thoughts transcend into misty shadows, crippled and deformed and with fear crumbling eyes venturing forth, like many did before, like Edgar Allan Poe did, for his lost, beloved Lenore.   The equivalent of Victorian post mortem photography in sound, Deuil are constructing solid soundscapes of cathartic funeral doom with extremely haunting details. Brewing their sound with blackened and sludge elements, they form their pieces into huge, slow-pasted, excruciating beautiful and mournful elegies! They keep the "burden" of the genre's tradition amazingly, while they add their very distinctive personal aura to it, fine-tuning their creations. Evident outcomes captured in their first work, entitled "Acceptance/Rebuild" (2013). A two-track mesmerizing achievement, already released on limited CD-r and tape and currently awaiting it's proper treatment on glorious vinyl in the very near future.   Deuil is an odd and yet, very earthly experience! Their sound has the scent of a deathly awe, their creations in general are like a memoir of the lost and a pilgrimage to where time shutters and all hope is forever gone! Nothing less and many more.