Turned to Stone was founded in the winter of 2011 by the brothers Andy and Brian Medeiros, Kristofori Maile, and Paul Black, longtime friends who shared a passion for metal music and the desire to craft and perform their collaborative and unique genre-defying brand of extreme metal.
After several years of sharing a love for music by metal acts ranging from Dream Theater, Apocalyptica, Nightwish and Dragonforce to more extreme artists such as Nile, Opeth, Eluveitie, Dark Tranquillity and Immortal, they began to collaborate on writing original songs in the vein of these acts with Andy carefully crafting soaring melodic leads on guitar and Kris providing song and harmonic structure on bass guitar. Brian solidified the rhythm section for their new project, which required all the essential talent and skill of a well-rounded percussionist at their pinnacle. Paul’s talents as a powerful and diverse vocalist as well as an evocative lyricist colored and completed their sound.
After finalizing the writing process for their melodic-death single “The Memory I’ve Become,” the ensuing Norwegian black-metal infused “Answer the Summons” and the manically induced doom ballad “This Failure,” they realized their collective potential and dedicated themselves to the formation of a full-time, professional and original metal group.
It was apparent that their music would not be complete without the support of a secondary guitarist. It was Ian Mitchell who found his way into the position after only one jam session, demonstrating to everyone not only professional musicianship, but the ability to contribute to the creative process as well.
Friends and show-goers gave overwhelming positive feedback following their first live performance with Salt Lake City locals Arsenic Addiction in the winter of 2012. The set list contained the aforementioned original songs as well as covers of the self-titled “Black Sabbath” and Agalloch’s “Falling Snow.” Shortly after the show Andy and Kris each brought a new song to the table with “Call for the End” and “Anachronous Throne” respectively.
The band entered the studio in the summer of 2013 with local engineer Matt Winegar (Primus, Chelsea Grin) and sent the recordings to Örebro, Sweden to be mastered by renowned metal engineer Jens Bogren (Dark Tranquillity, Amon Amarth, Opeth, Katatonia). Their debut EP, The Memory I’ve Become, is slated for release on October 11th, 2013.
released October 11, 2013
Music and Lyrics by Turned to Stone
Produced by Turned to Stone
Engineering and Mixing by Matt Winegar
Secret Sidewalk Recording Studio, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA
Mastering by Jens Bogren with sequencing by Tony Lindgren
Fascination Street Studios, Örebro, Sweden
Album Art and Design by Watson Illustration and Design
Salt Lake City, Utah, USA
Music born of dread, despair and an inevitable sense of failure.
Turned to Stone
is: Paul Black - Lead Vocals, Lyrics Kristofori Maile - Bass Guitars, Backing Vocals, Folk Instruments, Orchestrations Andy Medeiros - Guitars, Backing Vocals Brian Medeiros - Drums/Percussion Ian Mitchell - Guitars...more
My brief pastoral summer was trifled away.
I look back on it now, but the memory is starting to fade.
There was selfish striving, it was all in vain.
Full of hollow desires and trophies I cared to obtain.
This path I chose composed my fate I must obey, now going astray.
The painful embers cool to ash, diminishing haze,
as the memory is starting to fade.
Bitterest side of me, all I revealed.
Pharaohesque pride decreed, all I could feel.
Life was a test, I failed this time.
The memory I've become.
There was no rest, no bell would chime,
For the memory I've become.
My hoard of memories are depleting away.
How I wish to retain, but the memory is starting to fade.
There’s so little remaining, and so little to say.
I burned through a life fueled by the choices I made.
I've forgotten the hour, I've lost count of the days.
Given another chance, I know I would change every moment,
but the memory is starting to fade.
Dissolving identity, fading in time.
Grave anonymity, no bell would chime.
This life of futility, leave it behind.
My future's a memory, burned from my mind.
Track Name: Answer the Summons
Blood drawn from the stone.
Flush, vermilion overflow.
Painting dead leaves.
Return to form, undiluted.
A recognizable figure.
Reclaim the fire, independence.
True face revealed in the mirror.
Release the bonds that constrain me.
Revoke my trust in a treacherous world.
Tears form, melting ice. Sweat, staining glass.
Breath, warms the sky. Mind empties.
Skin, turned to stone. Eyes seek the path.
Lips, smeared with ash. Heart vacates.
Claw to the root, find the words.
Answer the summons!
Learn the source, in the void.
Answer the summons!
Sound the horn, hail the dawn.
Answer the summons!
Be reborn, made anew.
I define every parameter
I bleed the architecture
I craft my true identity
I know from thought to word to deed, “I”.
Track Name: This Failure
My place of strength is burning, and hope is slowly turning...to hate
My old ways are returning, an end to love's slow learning...too late.
There's no more time...
This failure, cauterized.
Bleed out, stem the tide.
Heart growth, embolized.
My fault was found in caring, concern was overbearing...I fall.
My response is understating, to keep myself from hating...it all.
The optimistic heart. The eager, dawning day.
These failures smooth the road
These failures show the way.
Pursue the sanguine life. Rejoice the empty grave.
These failures tip the scales.
These failures crest the wave.
Trust in afterlives. Believe in much to gain.
These failures still the mind.
These failures numb the pain.
Embrace reality. Reject the masquerade.
This failure has a name, this failure is hope!
Failure is hope!
No more hope...
Track Name: Call for the End
Cold, disheartening perpetuity. Overwhelmed by this constant tragedy.
Fast approaching, my anonymity. Longing for a taste of eternity
Falling down in this endless, descending maze. Fall in the end.
Calling out in this mindless, supernal daze. Call for the end.
I won't deny this self-destructive part of me.
I have no faith, no childish dreams.
Met on my terms, this death becomes a victory.
And I will face it accordingly.
I won't despair, won't shed a single tear for me.
I have no hope for foolish schemes.
I long to rest, to part from my identity.
There is no place prepared for me.
I can't depend on desperate prayers to deities.
I have no love for fearful pleas.
My life will end in peace, repose and dignity.
I will embrace it dauntlessly.
I can't depart this world with callow fantasies.
I have no trust in guarantees.
I long to die, to cure my only malady.
This final grace is allowed to me.
Hear me calling for merciful silence. Now extinguish this flame
Hear me calling for merciful silence. Hear me calling your name
For the end, I will pray, knowing...
Rest, from this life. Hear my heart, slowing.
Hear me calling for merciful silence. Hear me calling your name.
Call for the end.
Track Name: Anachronous Throne
The light that blinds, that burns inside
The blood from wine, that flesh divine
Renouncing fear, with knowledge clear
We found our path, we found our way
I will not bow, refuse prostration. Unfold my arms, unlearn salvation.
Your eyes, they are closing. Your mind, you have disowned.
Your truth, from a liar. Your faith's anachronous throne.
I will not serve, reject damnation. Unveil his face, unmake creation.
I will not trust, revoke my penance. Unbridled doubt, unproven presence.
I will not rest, repair my grievance. Unsheathe the blade, unleash my vengeance.
Lies! Surrogates to the truth. Bold, miraculous proof.
Moral imperative myths, they shall be dismissed.
Antiquated belief, this theological grief.
Clerical horrors condoned, they shall be disowned.
Walk away from the light, trace your shadow.
The blood of Christ, no longer received by me.
The word of God, no longer believed by me.