ABOUT
◆ THE DOCTRINE ◆
THE METALLIQUES formed when a handful of people who could not sit still in quiet rooms found one another. We are not the first to notice that a loud enough sound rearranges you. We may be the first to build a practice around it and refuse to apologise.
The name is old French for the metallic ones. We took it because it is what we intend to become: harder, brighter, ringing rather than dull. Every recording is a casting. Every Galvanization is a strike of the hammer.
THE ORDAINED
| Name | The Doctrine | |
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Captain 5000 | Guitar, vocals & the shaping of heat. Often found nursing an Aperol spritz like a votive candle. |
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Queen Antimony | Hatched fully formed from the Egg of Zorn to serenade the Galaxy. Her children are black cats. |
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Orklord | A friend to low end, his day job is commanding innumerable hordes. |
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Snowbeast | Seven feet of Dolomite frost with the heart of a Bolognese nonna. Keeps time like a glacier and will not start until everyone has eaten. |
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Karlor | An interstellar ivory tickler, he held a throne once in a key that no longer exists. Speaks rarely; always in the plural. |
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Dr. Starchild | Coaxes sound from starlight and only rehearses with every light turned off. |
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Nightbeast | Seven-foot wingspan, ten strings, three pedals, four knee levers. Only comes out after dark and steers toward the brightest light in the room. |
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Dr. Cute | Saxual healing guru with a doctorate in melting hearts. Some believe butter courses through his alien veins. |
CONTACT
Booking & press: metalliquesmusique@gmail.com







