The history of Ratos de Porão has been told in several ways, in several formats and by so many other voices.
Here, our eyes and ears will be turned towards the songs, bands and records which influenced the quartet’s extreme noise. That is precisely why we decided to trace Ratos de Porão’s time on the road differently. Please note that the interview is very informal, and Jão has a somewhat disconnected way of answering questions at times, which made some moments confusing for me even in Portuguese.Īs they say around here: “the machine doesn’t stop”. This interview focuses around what the band was listening to during the recording process of each album, to get a sense of what influenced them in their many phases, with an occasional glimpse into more intimate moments of the group's life. Ratos de Porão were at the forefront of extreme metal in the country and even made themselves known worldwide, despite having mostly Portuguese lyrics. Recently I found this interview with Jão, founding member of Brazil's arguably most important band when it comes to the underground, and I thought it would be a good way to bring attention to them by sharing with the sub. Some of you might remember some translated Sepultura-related interviews posted in the past couple of years, which seemed to interest some of you guys. Other noises too, loud and jarring and unpl In the distance a rhythmic metallic beat suddenly rang out, punctuated by the high-pitched whines of motors, small fast ones. The very air shimmered from its intensity.
Even the dirt radiated warmth he could feel the heat seeping through the soles of his boots. He stepped down to the stony ground and closed the door behind him.
The heat enveloped him like a blanket, a thick heavy entity of a thing that instantly sapped his strength and vigour.
He donned a protective cape and a communicator set – a tiny human device adapted for Kalathan use – and cracked open the transporter’s door. Gol bowed in unhappy compliance and made his way into the forward section of the cabin. Determine their intent, Adjutant, if you please." "We cannot see through their vehicle," she said distractedly, "obviously they are hiding their actions from us.
Ish’klar looked up from the manifests for a moment then gestured in the affirmative with a free manipulator. "Determine, Madam Commander? Go outside?" "Why? Are they looting? Go and determine their intentions." "They appear to be unpacking … equipment. "What?" She swivelled her eyes to their huge, ugly transport machines.
They have dismounted from their vehicles too." "Madam Commander, the human-creatures have moved one of their transports alongside the wreck and it is blocking my view. Gol clicked politely to gain her attention. They’d have to wait until dark to do the transfer, of course, when the suns set and the temperatures dropped. She hissed in agitation and began to go through the carrier's inventory, determining what part of its burden could be distributed among the other vehicles and what part would have to be abandoned. Perhaps it could be airlifted out, though that would have to wait until after the northern harvest was over, and that was weeks away at best. Ish'klar glanced at the distant wreck through the window of her personnel transporter. A pothole had smashed a strut from its mounting on one of them and it had torn its way through the hull, collapsing the rear suspension. The poorly maintained highway, scorched and cracked by countless years of exposure to the twin white suns, had taken its toll on the Kalath load-carriers. The convoy had ground to a halt in a broad arid valley.