Biography

The story of paradox backlash begins a long time ago in a crappy little town called skagen when the two scrawny teens johan and Christopher accidentally got the idea to start a rockband. Johan would sing and Christopher already knew how to play the guitar so they convinced some of their friends to fill in on bass and drums. The band sucked but it was a good laugh even though it made every drummer they had either physically or mentally ill – at times even both.

That winter Christopher was headed for Gothenburg to spend the Christmas holidays with his father when he fell overboard and almost drowned. He ended up spending 3 nights in a coma envisioning himself playing weird chaotic rock. That experience changed everything completely and paradox backlash was born and destined for greatness.

Skagen however is not a place for chaotic rock so Christopher and Johan had much difficulty finding members for this new wonder of a band. As a consequence they spent the rest of their highschool-years locked up in dark rooms recording songs with the help of their computers. This obscurity enabled a variety of experiments and the early recordings are therefore a colourful but oh so lovely bunch. As these creative outputs got more structured a few people even started paying attention.

In need of some sun for their pale bodies Christopher and Johan attended the annual Fredericia Hardcore Festival where they met a young handsome dude by the name of Christian. Christian had a similar thing to pb going on called “strap-on” and due to selling his soul to the “Venezuelan” ambassador he was an incredibly skilled drummer. He contacted Christopher and Johan later that year and they started rehearsing new songs in order to rock the world. Christian brought in a bass playing friend called Emil who had more soul than James Brown and therefore had no problem with this particular brand of chaotic rock music. The line-up was complete and they quickly assembled a set and hit the road. The winter of 2005/2006 was spent recording an album entitled alloy valley. The album is a collection of songs that the completed band wrote in its formative months and is ripe with fierce riffing, hectic drumming, rude comments on the royal family and the occasional sonic meltdown. Fuck me your majesty!