BLEACHED METAL: THE B-SIDES

Soul Reaper conducted numerous interviews throughout their short career. Only some of them were actually put to print or released to the public. Some of the interviews were forgotten and ignored, some simply because they were unrelated, some because their words were inflammatory and some because it is simply illegal to repeat the words spoken on that day. These interviews have now been collected and released as a special bonus feature on the recently released limited edition of Soul Reapers first and only album, Hollow.

These interviews were conducted as such: The band were asked their thoughts and opinions on varying topics. They ranged from the mundane to the taboo and in rare cases current events.

The views expressed by Soul Reaper are their own and in no way associated with the record label.


The Music

Ichigo Kurosaki frowned. "You mean metal or, like, all music?"

"What do you mean all music?" Grimmjow snapped, "Metal is the only music!"

"For you maybe, but black people need music as well." Ichigo explained calmly like a parent informing their child. He even closed his eyes and waved a finger admonishingly like a cliched cartoon parent.

"Yeah and red-necks! Red-necks have country music." Renji added. "Besides, the world doesn't revolve around you Grimmjow!"

"Shut up bitch!"

"No you're a bitch!"

"No you're a bitch!"

"No you're a-"

"You know what," Ichigo sighed, "They won't stop any time soon, let's just move over there." Ichigo moved over to the other side of the room and sat down again. He looked tired. "Well, metal is great. It's just so different from everything else you know? And it's got this edge to it that is just...Indescribable really. So, I mean we all wanted to be a part of it right from the start."

"It is addictive." Rukia suddenly popped up out of nowhere. "Ichigo played a song for me once and that was it! I was hooked! The guitars, the drums the vocals...Everything is just taken to the extreme and it sounds so damn good!"

"Metal is my life, well our life. I mean haters can say what they want but...Fuck them you know? Who cares what they think? I don't take advice from strangers. If someone on the street told you that you look like a complete fool would you take them seriously? I wouldn't!"

"Okay, calm down Ichigo..." Rukia whispered, patting his arm.

"And then they go on about metal just being music for serial killers and Satanists and criminals! But that's all a load of bullshit! For god's sake people can control their own lives. People are responsible for their own actions, not their interests! I like red meat but I don't kill animals!"

"Well there was that one time-"

"Stay out of this Rukia!" He snapped. "And I doubt paedophiles listen to metal, they probably listen to nursery rhymes or something!"

Rukia giggled nervously and stroked Ichigo's arm, "Okay seriously, Ichigo calm down...You're going to scare them." She wore a brave little smile on her face as she tried to calm him, but it was to no avail.

"I don't care if it scares them!"

"Well it's scaring me!" Rukia hissed.

"And another thing-" The fiery youth roared, leaping up from his chair and completely ignoring his young wife.

"You're drooling..."

"The root of society's problems aren't in our music! You have to stop looking for scape-goats and search for the real root of our problems!" At this point it appeared Ichigo wasn't going to stop. Grimmjow and Renji were having a slapping fight like a bunch of prepubescent girls and Nnoitra looked like he was semi-comatose.

Rukia rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "You know what...We might end it here..."


Drugs

"What? Drugs? I haven't got any fucking drugs! I'm clean dammit! Clean! Stop looking at me!"

Nnoitra was strangely on edge. The others took little notice though.

Ichigo folded his arms across his chest and murmured, "I don't take drugs. Just to be clear. I mean I'm only fifteen."

"But you're still an alcoholic." Rukia added, only to receive a fierce glare. "That and you're married. I doubt drug addiction will be much worse."

"You're making the marriage sound like a bad thing!" Ichigo snapped.

"It is!" Renji roared, abandoning his childish bitch-fight with Grimmjow.

The others stared at him for his sudden outburst, but none more so than Rukia and Ichigo. Rukia had a look of pity while Ichigo bore an expression that read: "I will kill you!" The red haired guitarist knew well enough to stay quiet, however he still looked like a troubled toddler on the verge of a tantrum as he sat in the corner, silently.

"Yeah...Drugs are just...You know...Stupid."

"Booze is still classified as a drug. You do know that don't you?" Rukia asked.

"No it isn't!" The boy shrugged it off.

"Yes it is!" Rukia defended herself swiftly.

"Bullshit!"

Rukia rolled her eyes and looked to the cameraman. "It is isn't it? Tell him."

"The cameraman can't get involved!" Grimmjow roared. "This is a matter between us!"

"Why are you getting involved?"

"Because I can!" The bass player retorted.

Silence.

"Fair enough..." Ichigo muttered. "So Grimmjow, is booze a drug?"

"Of course it's a drug! What are you stupid?" The bass player laughed heartily like a pirate in an old Disney movie. "But that makes it all the more fun to drink!"

Ichigo shrugged. "Yeah I guess you're right. Drugs are ok."

"Ichigo!" Rukia roared.

The young boy rolled his eyes and groaned. "Fine, fine. Most drugs are bad, but booze is fucking sweet!"

"So remember kids!" Grimmjow cheered hyper-actively, "Don't get high, just get so drunk that you can't speak properly anymore and throw up in a close friends' kitchen sink!" He then turned to Ichigo and scowled, "While there are still dished in there!"

"Huh?"

"I haven't forgotten what you did!" He pointed accusingly at the front-man. "Do you know how expensive fine China is?"

"Guys, please calm down." Rukia whispered, only to be drowned out by the others.

"How dare you say drugs are bad?" Nnoitra snarled, "The cure is wonderful!"

"No it isn't! You threw up in my lap you worthless fucking junky!" Renji snapped, punching Nnoitra in the side of the head.

Meanwhile Grimmjow lunged at Ichigo and spear tackled him. An all in brawl ensued and the cameraman fled for his life. Rukia however remained behind and sat back in a fine lounge chair, cracked open a cold one and had a drink. She let out a sigh of relief and ignored everything going on around her...Because booze is good!


Well I hope you enjoyed that! In the next chapter Soul Reaper disscuss food (Or at least they are supposed to, but these guys go off track quite easilly.)

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