"Pelle Ohlin (ペレ オーリン) An UTAUloid Voice Bank Released In 1969"

Snorre, Takaho Komatsu, Bård // Pelle, Takaho, Øystein (July 1990)

I love these two pictures. Bård joined the band Thorns with Snorre (Blackthorn) in early 1990 as a drummer. Bård was only 16 here. Both of them were friends with Øystein and went to the house in Kråkstad. A couple months later Pelle had asked Bård to be Mayhem's drummer.

too late but

"He (Dead) spoke of distant countries and areas that fascinated him. His wanderlust was almost contagious. Instead, he was vegetating in the house in the forest and had a dead bird in his room. He became more and more lonely and his world became smaller, more boring and monotonous. Exactly what he detested. A life in the middle of nowhere without any hint of mysticism.

Euronymous, who spent most of his time with Dead, didn't seem particularly interested in his sensibilities. In any case, he wasn't sensitive to it. This impression is confirmed when you see the photos of Dead, in which Euronymous even poses with the corpse. There is no trace of sadness there" - Abo Alsleben, "MAYHEM live in Leipzig – Wie ich den Black Metal nach Ostdeutschland brachte"

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[This claim is false, and this rumor needs to be put to rest. Photo in question doesn't show Pelle dead and Øystein posing with his corpse, and on slide 2 there's the best evidence one can possibly get. This photo has been published in Morbid magazine no.3, which came out in 1988. I have tried so hard to debunk this rumor, but people never seem to believe me, no matter how many details I point out- Pelle holding up his arm, Pelle being in totally different clothes than in suicide pic and so on. However, you can't argue with the evidence in the form of magazine that published this photo 3 full years before his death. Most likely, this photo comes from the party where Pelle hammered nails into his head, and both of them are drunk. That's all there is to it, and I urge you guys to share this information 🙏] 🦇

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Terje Bakken

R.I.P Terje Bakken

valfar是一個偉大的音樂天才，我對他的離去感到悲傷，我想給他畫一幅畫來表達我對他的尊敬，但是很抱歉我的畫技只能這樣子了。

Hey there!

I’ve drew this art last year on Per’s death anniversary. And I did that not because I’m a weird woman who’s obsessed with him or ship him etc (I’m not trying to harm anyone who does that, be creative and stuff!) but because I felt heard. Like finally I found someone who I can relate to.

I love rereading chapters of Blood Fire Death about him, about the way he was as a teen, as a musician, as a friend. And every time I’m reading his last pages of life my heart breaks with every close to last breath he takes. It destroys me again and again cos sometimes I think I might do it as well.. it’s like I’ve lost not my family member or a friend riend but myself.

His art affected me.

I tried my best to draw him. It was so fucking hard omg. I was feeling huge art block, but I finished it. He’s in his most recognizable outfit but without the corpse paint cos I pictured Per not as his stage appearance but as human being. A regular teenager with mental issues like we all.

I’m kinda thankful to my girlyfriend who showed me that band and who was appreciating all the idiotic stuff I was doing ahah)

Also I wanted to share my little lovely poem that’s somehow Pelle related…I’m not a professional writer or somth but I like what I’m writing. This one called December Moon and it’s about his brother Andres.

Hope you’ll like it 😔

Декабрьская луна

Небо разверглось пред стекло-глазами;

Меня этим не увлечь.

Забрать обратно б голоса те,

Что в гневе я хотел пресечь.

Не могу желать, чтоб люди жили,

Лишь горечь брали из утрат,

Чтоб по венам, костям, жилам.

Брата хоронил здесь брат.

От отчаяния рыдая на могиле средь лесов,

Словно хтонь круги мотая,

Дурную живность отгоняя,

И уставшей старой птицей повторяться «кто таков?».

Ты не страж и не прислуга,

Ты - обычный божий раб.

Так и выйди ж с сего круга,

Пади под молнии раскат.

Здесь декабрьская вьюга и луна тебя сместят,

Его душу упокОят, и тебя упокоЯт

В самый праздный месяц года

Сгинул в мире человек.

Захворал, устал немного,

Взад вернулся на щите.

Ты же помни - не виновен,

Выбор сделан не тобой.

Брат твой сам уйти решился,

Бросив жизнь и путь домой.

От судьбы не смог он скрыться,

Хоть каждый шаг он выбрал сам.

Считал, что белый свет - темница

Для человека, для Творца.

Луна не врет, пусть и корыстна,

Морозит, бьет, колотится

Быть может, если б не ведом так,

То было бы что с него взять

Ну а раз он сам решился,

Так не нужно поминать.

fem thrash metal virus

Happy birthday Pelle Ohlin!!!

grabs tanzeldork and shakes him vigorously until his colors blend together

PLEASE be careful he will not survive the winter let alone a vigorous shake (he is going into the paint mixer next)