Theatre of Ice

Theatre of Ice were an early Deathrock (Gothic rock) band that formed in the Nevada desert in December 1978. Initially formed to record a soundtrack for a horror movie, the members instead evolved into what some claim was the first Deathrock band. Owing more initially to experimental groups such as Throbbing Gristle, Suicide and Chrome, the band also cited bands as diverse as Iron Butterfly, Blue Öyster Cult, The Moody Blues and Roxy Music as major influences. Theatre of Ice brought a modern approach to gothic-horror themes by tackling the idea of an underground spook show in the contemporary world.

"Our world is rapidly becoming a theatre of ice. A place where cold passionless vision rules. A place where fear and horror dominate out thinking. Theatre of Ice is a natural extension of this twisted world of ours. Its members seek only to recreate through music the insanity and terror they believe is all around them. They offer the world, both through their live performances and taped offerings, the opportunity to hear what only they have seen."

Read more about Theatre Of Ice:  The Nevada Years (1978-1985), The Utah Years 1985-1988, MP3s, Discography

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