Confession by Silence is a high-energy Melodic Death Metal — independent and innovative, with a perfect blend of catchy melodies and varied rhythms. Alongside sophisticated guitar work and emotional, passionately dark vocals, Confession by Silence have the courage to incorporate genre-untypical elements into their dynamic, brooding sound. In doing so, they create powerful and fresh music without denying their musical roots.
Guitars
Clemens shreds so hard his guitar strings file for workers’ comp. Legend says his solos are just him arguing with his GPS in musical form.
Keyboards
Paul doesn’t play the keyboard — he summons ancient synth spirits with caffeinated wizardry. His right hand plays Bach while his left orders pizza online.
Vocals
Denis sings with such power, microphones file restraining orders. His vocal range starts at “gentle breeze” and ends somewhere around “summon thunder”.
Guitars
Vic plays guitar like he’s negotiating a pasta deal — fast, passionate, and slightly threatening. Every riff comes with a side of marinara and a mandatory “Mamma mia!”
Bass
Nils lays down basslines so solid, even Olaf Scholz would crack a smile — probably. He’s got the groove of a funk god and the expression of a man calculating Germany’s annual CO2 budget.
Drums
Chris hits the drums like they owe him money — with precision, passion, and just a hint of chaos. Scientists still can’t explain how he keeps perfect time while pulling drummer faces that deserve their own emoji set.
Clemens shreds so hard his guitar strings file for workers’ comp. Legend says his solos are just him arguing with his GPS in musical form.
Paul doesn’t play the keyboard — he summons ancient synth spirits with caffeinated wizardry. His right hand plays Bach while his left orders pizza online.
Denis sings with such power, microphones file restraining orders. His vocal range starts at “gentle breeze” and ends somewhere around “summon thunder”.
Vic plays guitar like he’s negotiating a pasta deal — fast, passionate, and slightly threatening. Every riff comes with a side of marinara and a mandatory “Mamma mia!”
Nils lays down basslines so solid, even Olaf Scholz would crack a smile — probably. He’s got the groove of a funk god and the expression of a man calculating Germany’s annual CO2 budget.
Chris hits the drums like they owe him money — with precision, passion, and just a hint of chaos. Scientists still can’t explain how he keeps perfect time while pulling drummer faces that deserve their own emoji set.
Contact us anytime — unless it’s 3am and you just remembered your dream band name. Actually… still fine.
Contact us anytime — unless it’s 3am and you just remembered your dream band name. Actually… still fine.
