Dev -
Gary Carey -
Brian Collins -
Eilish McCracken
Assisted by
Dougie Graham -
Jane Griffiths -
David Horton -
Matt Howden -
Alan Jeffries -
Patrick Leagas -
Ian Read -
GG Smith
Influences
Those who incite us to act
Sounds Like
"...melancholic and romantic symphonies endowed with vibrating folk lashes while the vigorous, narrative voice of Dev and his enchanting lyrics, leads us along Nordic mythologies, autumnal paintings, ancient splendours, invulnerable edicts... ascending the secret steps of purity..." TWILIGHT ZONE Webzine
Active, and inactive, since 1985... While Angels Watch is the primary musical project of Dev, an early member of post-punk act Flowers in the Dustbin and Patrick Leagas’ Sixth Comm. Following a trio of cassettes, issued during the 1980’s, While Angels Watch were re-activated in 2000 and in 2002 released their first CD, DARK AGE, a sister MCD, STILL THE STAR SHINES, in 2004 and a retrospective CD, HISTORY & HERITAGE (VOLUME I), in 2008.
An album of new material, TREASURES OF TREACHERY, will hopefully be completed and released by the end of 2008.
While Angels Watch are interested in performing at home and abroad; promoters please feel welcome to get in touch via this space, or, if you prefer to write:
WHILE ANGELS WATCH / BM FALLING / LONDON / WC1N 3XX / ENGLAND
To commemorate the second anniversary of Jon Nödtveidt's (Dissection) death in August 2006 e.v., a cover version of the song "No Dreams Breed In Breathless Sleep", originally composed and performed by Alexandra Balogh for Dissection's second album "Storm Of The Lights Bane", is available on the Sagittarius website. Feel free to visit the download section at http://www.sagittarius.de .
This download is only available for a limited period of time until August 23rd. Spread the word. Hail the Metal of Death!
No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow's mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
She dwells with Beauty -- Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips; Ay, in the very temple of delight Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
