Tim's Favourite originated years ago in the dark recesses of its founding father's mind, Jan Pauwels. Actuallly the initial name of the band was Heart of Darkness, but for some reason the guys considered it too dark - too dark altogether... And so when one enlightened day Jan found his then three-year-old nephew Tim with a pair of headphones on and completely enthralled by his uncle's music, the new name was found.

The first outings were situated around 1992, with a rather frantic thrashmetal prelude. Over the years, however, the songs became a little bit more melodious and, what did you expect, undefinably unique.

Oh yes. So far, all attempts at pinpointing, once and for all, the typical TF-sound, have proven utterly futile. Many audacious souls have tried, none really succeeded. As Popjournalist Ron Van Hal once put it: "Not surprisingly: this trio brings a modern and catchy combination of interestingly composed metal and grunge, which occasionally reminds me of Korn and Tool." Or Peter De Lobel: "[...] this trio immediately rings heavy bells à la Tool and Alice in Chains, but sticking to that, would testify to sonorous laziness." And how about this one: "Tim's Favourite plays modern rock with nu-metal influences but also slow, almost doomy passages. It all sounds original and it's almost impossible to find a musical flag that covers Tim's Favourite's cargo." And another one: "The three gentlemen like to describe their unique cross-fertilization as zenmetal, but to categorize the band under one label is practically impossible. Tim's Favourite is anything but a herd animal". And maybe a last one: "These guys sure have not taken the easy road; lyrics based on scientific studies, wrapped in unconventional yet always fitting compositions.” Irish sounding vocals (yep!), folky guitars and ingenious bassplaying, amongst others, are not rarely evoked to illustrate the far-beyond-metal nature of Tim's favourite beast.

As you already gathered, Tim's Favourite themselves came up with an entirely new word to capture the sound they produce: “zen-metal”. Bullshit or not, the word indeed seems to cover both the unmistakable metal roots as well as the somewhat less straightforward, not instantly definable aspects…

Whatever the case may be, it remains a hard fact that not only the elusive style but also the live-performances of this threesome have driven many a spectator to the brink of madness. What would you expect? Every single TF-concert is a challenge to your braincells (just try to comprehend the pseudo-philosophical speculations of the video-wall), a raid on your guts ("Does anybody know where the toilets are?" is a frequently-heard expression amongst TF-audiences), an assault on your eardrums (if only because for the umpteenth time you had forgotten to bring along those darned earplugs).

So, to sum up: Tool, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Metallica, Korn, Jonny Logan, Spinal Tap,… your own uniquely-trained sense of hearing will undoubtedly detect some additional influences whilst putting the band's songs to the test. One thing's for sure: Tim's Favourite knows its roots, but also knows how to treat them in its own mysterious ways.

In 2003, all of the above culminated in a record deal with the humble but nonetheless very fine independent label Buzzville Records, harbouring at that time, amongst others, Cowboys & Aliens, Mezzanine, Monkey3, Semitones, Sengir... The début album, 'Noises from the Darkroom', was released in September of the same year. The rest should have been history by now.

Five years (and probably even more bassists) later TF is still not history. The band has recently released its second album entitled "Geometry for the Selfish Herd", a first sign of which was the video-clip for "Piggy Ways". In brief, the song is a tale about mankind’s illusions of and obsessions with "growth" in all of its forms: spiritual, moral, intellectual but also material and economic growth. Where does "all this strife" lead to? the clip asks. The current turmoil and financial frenzy on the stock exchanges is but one of the consequences of the human species’ obsession with growth and outright greed. Not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. In the end, we all return to our "piggy ways", the clip seems to suggest…

Line Up
Jan Pauwels

In the early days, life was just a dry, dull grey hue for Jan Pauwels. Then, one fine morning, he was awakened by a shining bright light. In a flash of lightning, a flying lady presented herself unto him. As he caressed the golden locks, hopeful noises of glory filled his ears and he promptly baptised her "Flying V" as in "Victoria". The first seeds were sown for a vital illusion that was to bring significance into the random pattern of his existence. And so it came to pass that our beloved hero, not so long after this memorable event, founded your favourite (or so we like to believe) but not so holy trinity. Over the years, innumerable bassists and drummers came and went, groupies by no means came (in all senses of the expression), Jan got more and more depressed over this and it actually got to the point where, by now, in all honesty, he really ought to be confined to a mental institution. Sad as all of this may seem, it should suffice to convince you of the poor fella's unadulterated artistic personality. But there is more. Jan is a musician pur sang: technically well-grounded, inventive, versatile, ruthlessly fault-finding (and some more totally preposterous attributes suggested by none other of course than himself) and soon stonedeaf. It so happens, he rehearses without earplugs! If we may believe him, however, the exterior noises represent nothing compared to the noises inside his own head.

Check out Jan's favourites ...

(M)Elie De Backer

The final blow to Jan's sanity, however, may already have been dealt. Just at a time when it looked like things might stop falling apart enter one Elie De Backer. Whereas all of his predecessors gave up after just a couple of months (or weeks) (or days), this utter nutter, after 10 years of relentless hammering, still believes in it strongly, thanx to his best friends: earplugs (and tripple Westmalle). And not just because the guitars are once again way too fucking loud. Above all, Elie's ears and psyche happen to suffer severely (just take a look at the picture) from the ruthless criticism of his singer who undoubtedly would bang the drums himself if it didn't interfere with his singing, guitar playing and, above all, moaning, and who refuses to believe that Elie's ideosyncratic 'clack trick beat' lends the music of Tim's Favourite a different drum (especially when he's on tripple Westmalle). According to Jan, it could all be just that tiny little bit heavier, but some say this is only a consequence of the poor state of his sense of hearing. Must be, because, frankly, apart from his one kid, his many women (who, of course, are totally irrelevant to the rest of this story), Aalst carnival, the Melie (probably the most exciting and dangerous pleasure ground in Belgium), and the inevitable tripple Westmalle, Elie has only one real obsession in his life: "What would be the quickest way to rattle this place apart?" Burp.

Check out Elie's favourites ...

Gorik Van Droogenbroeck

Although Elie and Jan have - to use an understatement - some experience with bassists uttering the heart-rending line "I quit", it's always hard to swallow, especially when the speaker in question has in the meantime become a friend. So long, Stevie, you will be missed. But life is hard, complex and unpredictable and most of all: goes on. So, rather than keep on staring into the black seething well of life's indifferent cruelty, Elie and Jan decided to look for a new bassist. And on their quest for new blood they learned that life, in all its complexity, can sometimes be dead simple. They literally tried hundreds of candidates but when even Les Claypool gave up after trying just 5 of their not even most complex riffs they found themselves entertaining a serious doubt as to the future of their band. And yet, all the while, the solution had been staring them into the face: a complete utter nutter with the psychotic look of bug-eyed Earl meets Eddy Wally who had been stalking them for the last 10 years. How could they have been so blind? Gorik entered their rehearsal room and only 10 minutes later they had played "The Joke" and "The Death Inside of Me". Perfect. Spotless. Melancholic. Aggressive. So then, meet the new bassist: Gorik Van Droogenbroeck, alias Gorique Du Pantalon Sec. Has the look of Dracula, plays bass in a blasphemous way (with a pick) and most of all: drinks Tripple Westmalle (and blood). And, by the way: has exquisite musical taste and the witty repost to back it all . Perfect.

Check out Gorik's favourites ..

Jan's Favourites


Gibson Flying V classic white 1958 reissue
Gibson Flying V Gothic
Mesa Boogie Triple Rectifier amp
Hüghes & Kettner 1995 TriAmp
Peavey 5150® slant cabinet
Boss ME-10 multi-effects unit
Jim Dunlop 44R Nylon Standard 1.0 Black picks
Strings: most of the time Dean Markley, occasionally Elixir. Usually .009 - .042, although, because of D-tuning, I ought to use .010 - .046, which I do more and more often. But do you really give a flying fuck anyway? Appearantly Stevie Ray Vaughan himself used strings going from .011 -.054 to .013 - .058, depending on how his fingers felt. And he was known for playing GHS Nickel Rockers, but "they didn't have to be a particular brand name" (Wikipedia). So much for string theory. Whatever.

All-time favourite bands:

Alice in Chains*
The Beatles
Led Zep
('pre-Load') Metallica*

All-time favourite albums:

Dirt (Alice in Chains)***
The BEATLES (white album)*
Paranoid - Sabbath Bloody Sabbath (Black Sabbath)
Antenna (Cave In)
Time Does Not Heal (Dark Angel)***
Act III (Death Angel)
Around the Fur (Deftones)
Love over Gold (Dire Straits)
Awake (Dream Theater)
Emerson, Lake & Palmer (Emerson, Lake & Palmer)
Powerslave (Iron Maiden)
Follow the Leader (Korn)
All albums by Kyuss
Led Zeppelin IV (Led Zeppelin)
Leftism (Leftfield)
Mezzanine (Massive Attack)
Peace Sells... but who's Bying? (Megadeth)
Kill 'em All* - Ride the Lightning - Master of Puppets*** - ...and Justice for All*** (Metallica)
Vulgar Display of Power*** (Pantera)
The Wall (Pink Floyd)
Dummy (Portishead)
Frizzle Fry (Primus)
Beg to Differ* - Cleansing*** - Rude Awakening** (Prong)
Our Aim Is to Satisfy Red Snapper (Red Snapper)
The End of Silence (Rollins Band) (Inspite of the terrible singing)
Reign in Blood (Slayer)
Ruby Vroom (Soul Coughing)
Much against Everyone's Advice (Soulwax)
Badmotorfinger** - Superunknown** - Down on the Upside*** (Soundgarden)
Hard Normal Daddy (Squarepusher)
Permutation (Amon Tobin)*
Undertow - Aenima - Lateralus*** (Tool)
Sleepless (Triptych)

Favourite guitarists:

Dimebag Darrell
James Hetfield
Mark Knopfler
Jimmy Page
Django Reinhardt
Pé Reynders
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Erik Wouters (unknown genius)

Favourite bassists:

Cliff Burton
Les Claypaul
Michel Hatzigeorgiou

Favourite drummers:

Stewart Copeland
Stéphane Galland
Gene Hoglan
Ted Parsons
Carl Palmer

Favourite singers:

Philip Anselmo
Natacha Atlas
Chris Cornell***
John Maynard Keenes
Mark Osegueda
Mike Patton
Ron Rinehart
Layne Staley*
Joost Zwegers

Favourite songwriter:

Chris Cornell (with Soundgarden)

Favourite lit:

The Book of Job (anonymous): A harrowing lamentation about meaningless suffering. A major source of inspiration.

Blood Music - Queen of Angels - Slant (Greg Bear): 3 superb "cyberpunk" reads.
In "Blood Music", a nerd called Virgil Ulam finds a way to combine human cells with computer chips. When he swallows the chips, they evolve in his blood until each cell is as intelligent as a human, first communicating with, then gaining control over their host. Within a few days they break through Virgil's blood-brain barrier and colonize the world outside. The scene where a lonely survivor of "blood music" wanders the streets of a desolate New York is enough in itself to make your skin crawl. Awesome!
"Queen of Angels" was the main source of inspiration for our song "Hellcrown". Read it and reach the only just verdict: absolutely brilliant hard science-fiction!

Red Meat (Max Cannon): Probably the most sickening cartoon in the world. Bug-eyed Earl is the greatest (loser) and the most sympathetic psycho in the world!

Voyage au Bout de la Nuit (Céline): In spite of the atmosphere of total ruin (or maybe just because of that), a veritable reading feast, not to a small degree due to Céline's sense of (morose) humor.

Heart of Darkness - Lord Jim - Nostromo (Joseph Conrad): The first time my foundations were so to speak shaken by a novel must have been during my reading of "Heart of Darkness". The conclusion of this novella is pretty unambiguous: the human soul is as black as hell. Written in 1899, it describes how an idealistic ivory trader succumbs to the moral vacuum in the midst of the colonial wilderness and goes completely berserk. Underneath his thin veneer of European civilization was appearantly a hollowness at the core. More specifically, this short novella is also a crushing indictment of the bloody colonial reign of our own Belgian king Leopold II. And the omniscient presence of the dark, impenetrable jungle mirroring the human psyche makes it an absolutely compulsory and haunting read.
'Lord Jim' recounts the harrowingly beautiful story of Jim, whose youthful ideals of a heroic life at sea are cruelly broken when he abandons the passengers of his sinking ship. Tormented by feelings of guilt, he devotes the rest of his life to finding out why he betrayed his ideals. Was he just a victim of circumstances or did he make a conscious decision? But he will never know. Nor will he ever be able to make up for his act of cowardice, let alone make it undone... Conrad's beautiful, slightly exotic English (he was Polish by birth) and his exquisite knowledge of the seafaring life make this masterpiece even better.
"Nostromo" is in my humble opinion Conrad's greatest (and darkest) literary achievement, even better (and darker) than "Heart of Darkness" and "Lord Jim". Its main themes are the spiritual emptiness of modern politics, the corrupting influence of material wealth, greed and lust for power. Practically everyone in the novel succumbs to or is defeated by the silver of the mine, the main source of material wealth in the imaginary country where "Nostromo" takes place, even Nostromo ("our man", i.e. one of us) himself. Another striking (and still very relevant) theme is the United States' control (and destruction) of a South American country. But maybe the most impressive feature of "Nostromo" is the way all this darkness and general moral downfall is described. The first 100 pages are nothing but an awesome and detailed painting of a an incredibly beautiful country. It only serves to make the subsequent gradual decay the more impressive and complete. Awesome.

Descartes' Error (Antonio Damasio): A famous nineteenth-century accident whereby Phineas Gage suffered serious brain damage led to no visible decline in his intellectual performance, but it did give him serious difficulty in making simple, wise everyday decisions and in his social skills. This leads Damasio, neurologist, to suspect that there must be something like "rational emotions". Damasio shows you why emotions are even indipensable in making "rational" decisions. The age-old dichotomy between reason and feeling proves to be nothing but an error of Descartes. This brilliant science book reads like a novel.

The Origin of Species (Darwin): I have to admit that I haven't read this one from start to finish, but a radical, Godless, Intelligent-Design-exposing book like this one has to appear in my favourites. Period.

The Selfish Gene (Richard Dawkins): Read this classic of modern popular science and be filled with astonishment while fathoming the "stranger than fiction" mechanisms of natural selection, survival of the fittest and nature red in tooth and claw. See why Darwin's unbelievably simple theory is quite simply perfect. Suck on this, creationist.

Philip K. Dick (anything): Although stylistically a little bit flawed maybe, Dick was a master of ideas. His inevitable "schizoid androids" always seem to express a subterranean anxiety about the integrity of the self under the growing influence of cybernetic technologies. In what is maybe his most famous novel, "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?", android hunter Deckard (Descartes?) has to kill down 6 man-transcending androids so much resembling humans you just cannot tell (or feel) the difference, which causes moral confusion in Deckard's mind. The resonance of this deceptively easy book is immense...

Notes From Underground - Crime and Punishment - The Brothers Karamazov (Dostoyevsky): By far the greatest of all Russian writers, if you ask me, was Dostoyevsky. He is also without any doubt one of the greatest so-called "psychological" novellists in the world, if not the greatest. Not just for nothing did Freud write that one novel by this master of psychology contains in itself more insight into the human psyche than all professional psychology literature taken together (I take it that by the latter he also meant his own psycho-analytic bullshit). And if there's one of his novels that I think you really should read one day, it must be "The Brothers Karamazov": The story of three brothers (the rational thinker , the religious believer and the instinctive, passionate one), each one of whom, for his own "understandable" reasons, could have killed his scab of a father. The chapter "The Grand Inquisitor" is and remains alarmingly brilliant.
"Crime and Punishment" is another masterpiece, this time about a young student who tries to prove to himself that he has a free will by doing the most "irrational" and "disadvantageous" thing he can think of: killing an old lady in cold blood, and for nothing. Or so he tells himself. But more and more it dawns upon him that maybe there was a reason after all for what he did and that he did have something to gain out of it: satisfying his own egotistic obsession with a stupid philosophical idea. And another small thing he overlooked is beginning to overshadow his "Napoleonistic" aspirations as well: human feelings, more specifically his sense of guilt. Which eventually betrays him.

Neuromancer (William Gibson)

The Nazi and the Hairdresser (Edgar Hilsenrath): This uncommonly brutal and direct novel tells about the horrors of Nazism from the point of view of a Nazi mass murderer. After the war he appearantly has no qualms about assuming the identity of one of his victims (his best old friend, whose father taught him all about hairdressing!) and subsequently starting a new life as hairdresser in... Israel. Hilsenrath makes painfully obvious how easy it is to become perpetrator if only the time is right. And to later, when everything is over, resume everyday life as if nothing ever happened. No wonder the author couldn't find a publisher in Germany at first. A little bit too confronting maybe? In the fifth part about Israel the thin red line between perpetrator and victim blurs even more when the protagonist sheds his light on another, somewhat more current problem and food for serious (the understatement of the year) thought. I'm not going to make a drawing...

The Magic Mountain (Thomas Mann): Definitely the richest novel of ideas I have read so far. The essence of time, Enlightenment versus dogmatic belief in doctrines and of course love (to make it it all digestible, I suppose), they all pass in revue during Hans Castorp's 7-year stay in a sanatorium high up in the Swiss mountains just before World War I. His main occupation during these 7 years is having profound and lofty philosophical discussions with his fellow inmates and fostering the illusion that he is becoming a physically but most of all spiritually better person. A crucial episode in the book is when Castorp, lost in a snowstorm, falls unconscious and has a hallucination. During this hallucination he is overcome by a vision of what life is all about and when he wakes up he resolves to never forget it. However, barely awake he also realizes that in reality his dream only lasted for a couple of minutes as opposed to the long stretch of time he experienced while hallucinating: the illusion of time. Moreover, back in the safety of the sanatorium he can hardly remember his vision and resolution: the illusion of purpose. And most of all: after seven-hundred pages of lofty philosophizing Hans Castorp ends up crawling in the dirt of World War I: the illusion of growth.

The Man without Qualities (Robert Musil): This mindblowing novel must be the best piece of writing I have ever read. In fact, I can't remember ever having been so shaken up by a book as with this stroke of utter genius. In brief, it describes the brilliant observations of a mathematician who applies the scientific views on human identity just a little bit too consistently. Which inevitably leads him into a state of paralysing impasse in everything he does or thinks: "There's no Yes without a No. Whatever you do, you can find twenty of the finest ideas in support and another twenty against it." Set just before the outbreak of World War I, it is also a shocking analysis of the way history, averse to all lofty human ideals, inevitably unfolds itself: "The law of world history is: "muddling through"". The Bible of all novels. Period.

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine (Ilan Pappe): The perfect non-fiction companion to "The Nazi and the Hairdresser". No sooner was the Holocaust over than the Zionists were appearantly already perpetrating a genocide themselves in 1948. It would certainly seem that they are at the time I'm writing this. Frightening stuff.

Galatea 2.2 (Richard Powers)

The Plot Against America (Philip Roth): When aviation hero and Nazi-friend Charles A. Lindbergh becomes president in 1940, every Jewish family in America is panick-stricken. Soon all of America is under the spell of antisemitic hatred and pure fascism. In a spellbinding and breathtaking way Roth describes the devestating impact these social and political events have on the personal life of his Jewish family and how they thoroughly upset their mutual relations.

The Stranger Beside Me (Ann Rule)

We Need to Talk About Kevin (Lionel Shriver): How do you think the parents of Hans Vantemsche are coping now? In this confronting novel Eve, Kevin's mother, is eaten up by doubts about her responsability for the outrage perpetrated by her son. Shriver's compulsory and razor-sharp style brings you uncomfortably close to her characters' choices. The almost unbearable openness with which she reveals Eve's ambiguous feelings towards her son forces you to self-reflect: how would you react in a similar situation? Although nowhere the phrase 'arms industry' appears in the book, it is pretty obvious that this is a devastating critique of America's biggest disgrace. If Michael Moore's 'Bowling for Columbine' made a lasting impression on you, know then that this piece of fiction still makes me shake. Genius.

The Theory of Moral Sentiments (Adam Smith): Not quite my favourite book, but certainly one of the most enlightening ones I have ever read. And when I say "enlightening" I don't exactly mean the fact that it was a product of the Enlightenment in the 18th century. What really makes it so enlightening to me is that in it Adam Smith, the founding (god?)father and author of Western free market capitalism as described in "The Wealth of Nations", explains his fundamentally religious view on society. In Smith's view, the world was governed by a benevolent system of natural law, the so-called famous "invisible hand". Consider for instance the following passage from "The Wealth of Nations":

"[every individual] intends only his own gain, and he is in this [...] led by an invisible hand to promote an end which was no part of his intention [...] By persuing his own interest he frequently promotes that of the society more effectually than when he really intends to promote it."

Most economists would tell you that this "invisible hand" is only a metaphor for some sort of "natural" redistributive mechanism of wealth, and so not to be taken literally. And indeed: nowhere (as far as I know) in "The Wealth of Nations" does Smith really explain where this "invisible hand" comes from. So, a metaphor. A metaphor? In your dreams. The fact is, if we go back a little bit further in time and consult "The Theory of Moral Sentiments" we can find the real foundations of Smith's faith in free competitive markets as the sole real basis for social welfare. It so happens that, notwithstanding his being a child of the Enlightenment, he was still a religious person through and through (What else did you expect? We are talking here about 1759). Consider the following telling chapter title:

"Of the influence and authority of the general rules of morality, and that they are justly regarded as the laws of the deity."

Or the following quote:

"[...] that great society of all sensible and intelligent beings, of which God himself is the great administrator and director. If [a man] is deeply impressed with the habitual and thorough conviction that this benevolent and all-wise Being can admit into the system of his government no partial evil which is not necessary for the universal good, he must consider all the misfortunes which may befall himself, his friends, his society, or his country, as necessary for the prosperity of the universe, and, therefore, as what he ought not only to submit to with resignation, but as what he himself, if he had known all the connections and dependencies of things, ought sincerely and devoutly to have wished for."

And maybe the most telling one:

"The rich only select from the heap what is most precious and agreeable. They consume little more than the poor, and in spite of their natural selfishness and rapacity, though they mean only their own conveniency, though the sole end which they propose from the labours of all the thousands whom they employ, be the gratification of their own vain and insatiable desires, they divide with the poor the produce of all their improvements. They are led by an invisible hand to make nearly the same distribution of the necessaries of life, which would have been made, had the earth been divided into equal portions among all its inhabitants, and thus without intending it, without knowing it, advance the interest of the society, and afford means to the multiplication of the species. When Providence divided the earth among a few lordly masters, it neither forgot nor abandoned those who seemed to have been left out in the partition. These last too enjoy their share of all that it produces."

So, for Smith the existence of a benevolent God was an unassailable truth. "But how then can I reconcile this with man's inherent egotism, which I see all around me?" he must have asked himself. Solution: Well, man's egotism must have been part of God's plan and therefore egotism MUST have been GOOD. And, by consequence, if all human beings were to persue their own self-interest the entire society and all human beings, weak as well as strong, would eventually prosper from it, just as God had it planned. So this then, my friends, is the basis of capitalism: God. Is it any wonder then that no American president has ever dared to question the existence of God? The worst of all is that this sort of metaphysical bullshit still persists in economics in the form of "competitive equilibrium": the conditions under which selfish individuals and tiny small businesses in free competitive markets interact to allegedly produce the best results for social wellfare. Just the kind of thing we can see right now happening in the United States, in other words. Amen.

La Bête Humaine (Zola)

Favourite movies:

Pi - Requiem for a Dream (Darren Aronofsky)
The Big Lebowski - Blood Simple (the Coen brothers)
Apocalypse Now (Francis Ford Coppolla)
Fightclub - Seven (David Fincher)
The Exorcist (William Friedkin)
Full Metal Jacket (Stanley Kubrick)
Naked - Life is Sweet (Mike Leigh)
Once upon a Time in the West (Sergio Leone)
The Thin Red Line (Terrence Malick)
Reunion (Jerry Schatzberg)
Taxidriver (Martin Scorsese)
Alien - Bladerunner (Director's Cut) - Gladiator (Ridley Scott)
Solaris (Steven Soderbergh)
Festen (Thomas Vinterberg)

Favourite TV-shows:

De Collega's
In de Gloria
The League of Gentlemen
The Muppet Show
The Office
A Touch of Frost

Favourite pass-time:

brooding over totally useless ideas


Bug-eyed Earl
Philemon Persé

Worst fear:

laughing during a funeral

Elie's Favourites


Current drumkit: Premier Signia
Snare drum: Pearl Maple Free Floating System Snare Drum 3 1/2" x 14 with Remo Falam - K drumhead
Cymbals: Paiste Innovations (good sound, good price, firm quality)
Sticks: Vic Firth or Pro Mark 5A extreme (I like to change from time to time)
Desired drumkit: Pearl Masterworks or Tama Starclassic

Favourite bands:

The Church
Massive Attack
Monster Magnet
The Police
Red Hot Chili Peppers

Favourite albums:

Precious (Ours)
Starfish (The Church)
Mezannine (Massive Attack)
Gigant (Noordkaap)
Frizzle Fry (Primus)
All albums by The Police
Californication (Red Hot Chili Peppers)
All albums by Soundgarden
All albums by Tool
Never Ever Land (UNKLE)

Favourite songwriter:

Chris Cornell

Favourite guitarists:

Adam Jones
Jan Pauwels
Andy Summers

Favourite bassplayers:

Les Claypool
Bart De Becker (some unknown twisted motherfucker)
Mark King

Favourite singers:

Geike Arnaert
Chris Cornell
PJ Harvey
John Maynard Keenes
Paul McCartney
Dolores O Riordan
Layne Staley
Joost Zwegers

Favourite drummers:

Kenny Aronoff
Danny Carey
Stewart Copeland
Mario Goossens
Dave Grohl
Horazio “el negro” Hernandez
Mike Portnoy
Michael Shack

Favourite lit:


Favourite films:

Fried Green Tomatoes (Jon Avnet)
The Shawshank Redemption (Frank Darabont)
Seven (David Fincher)
Life of Brian (Monty Python)
The Holy Grail (Monty Python)
Snatch (Guy Ritchie)
The Usual Suspects (Bryan Singer)

Favourite TV-shows:

Absolutely Fabulous
A Touch of Frost
The Muppet Show
Six Feet Under
The Young Ones

Favourite booze:

(more than one) Westmalle Tripel


No one in particular. Even heroes need to go to the loo now and then.

Gorik's Favourites


Ibanez K-5
Gibson Les Paul Studio Black
Gibson Les Paul Studio Wine Red
Gibson Les Paul Voodoo
Gibson SG Voodoo
Gibson Explorer Black
PRS Custom 24

Trace Elliot AH200S
Trace Elliot 4x10 + 2x12 cabinets
Laney RBG500
Hughes & Kettner Triamp MK1
Hughes & Kettner 4x12 Greenbacks cabinet

Boss GT-8
Electro-Harmonix Holy Grail
Line 6 DL-4 Delay Modeler
Boss DD-6

Jim Dunlop Tortex 1.0 picks

All-time favourite performers:

The Gathering
Iced Earth (pre-Horror Show)
Novembre (pre-Materia)
Pink Floyd

All-time favourite albums:

Alternative 4, Eternity, Pentecost III, The Silent Enigma (Anathema)
Veronika Decides to Die, Paradise Belongs to You (Saturnus)
Brave Murder Day, Discouraged Ones, The Great Cold Distance (Katatonia)
Burnt Offerings, Alive in Athens (Iced Earth)
Symbolic, The Sound of Perseverance (Death)
Dreams d'Azur (Novembre)
Arise (Sepultura)
Dödens Evangelium (Ondskapt)
Transcendance into the Peripheral (diSEMBOWELMENT)
Turn Loose the Swans (My Dying Bride)
...And Justice for All (Metallica)
The Eerie Cold (Shining)
Lateralus, Aenema (Tool)
At the Heart of Winter (Immortal)
Nighttime Birds, How to Measure a Planet, If_Then_Else (The Gathering)
Black Gives Way to Blue, Jar of Flies (Alice in Chains)
Nightwork (Diabolical Masquerade)
Morningrise (Opeth)
Lights Out (Antimatter)
Wish You Were Here, Animals (Pink Floyd)
Ond Spiritism (Armagedda)
Peace Sells... But Who's Buying?, Rust in Peace (Megadeth)
Adrenaline, White Pony (Deftones)
Ashes Against the Grain, The Mantle (Agalloch)
Memoria Velusta II - Dialogue With the Stars (Blut aus Nord)
Heart of the Ages (In the Woods...)
In Abhorrence Dementia, Ad Noctum - Dynasty of Death (Limbonic Art)
Illusion's Play (Shape of Despair)
Show no Mercy (Slayer)
Oath Bound (Summoning)

All-time favourite guitarists:

Jon Shaffer
Danny Cavanagh
David Gilmour
James Hetfield
Chuck Schuldiner
Adam Jones

All-time favourite bassplayers:

Cliff Burton
Jason Newsted
Justin Chancellor

All-time favourite drummers:

George Kollias
Gene Hoglan
Danny Carey
Neil Peart

Favourite singers:

Maynard James Keenan
Anneke Van Giersbergen
Matthew Barlow
Mikael Akerfeldt
Vincent Cavanagh
Jonas Renkse
David Bowie
David Gilmour

Favourite lit:

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (Ken Kesey)

Favourite movies:

Donnie Darko (2001) (Richard Kelly)
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) (Michel Gondry)
Moon (2009) (Duncan Jones)
The Departed (2006) (Martin Scorsese)
Dances With Wolves (1990) (Kevin Costner)
Indiana Jones trilogy, Saving Private Ryan (1998) (Steven Spielberg)
Inglourious Basterds (2009), Reservoir Dogs (1992), Kill Bill (2003)(Quentin Tarantino)
La Vita č Bella (1997) (Roberto Benigni)
Lĺt den Rätte Komma in (2008) (Tomas Alfredson)
Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998) (Guy Ritchie)
Memento (2000), Inception (2010), The Prestige (2006) (Christopher Nolan)
Star Wars saga (George Lucas)
Lord of the Rings trilogy (Peter Jackson)
The Matrix (1999) (Wachowski brothers)
The Shawshank Redemption (1994) (Frank Darabont)
Pi (1998), Requiem for a Dream (2000), The Wrestler (2008), Black Swan(2010) (Darren Aronofsky)
Alien (1979), Kingdom of Heaven (2005), Gladiator (2000), Blade Runner(1982) (Ridley Scott)
Aliens (1986) (James Cameron)
El Labirinto del Fauno (2006) (Guillermo del Toro)
Labyrinth (1986) (Jim Henson)
The Big Lebowski (1998), No Country for Old Men (2007) (Coen brothers)
Solyaris (1972), Stalker (1979) (Andrey Tarkovskiy)
This Is Spinal Tap (1984) (Rob Reiner)

Favourite TV-shows:

Band of Brothers
Het Eiland
Family Guy
Twin Peaks
The Wire
Green Wing
The Office (UK version)
Six Feet Under
Spartacus: Blood and Sand
Buiten de Zone
The Big Bang Theory
True Blood
Van Vlees en Bloed

Favourite pass-time:

thinking of useless ways to spend my pass-time and inventing awesome recipes


Stewie Griffin

Worst fear:

mushrooms and cabbage