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Overtoun - Death Drive Anthropology

Technical Death/Thrash Metal from Santiago, Chile

"Death Drive Anthropology" is the third album by Chilean-American death-thrash band OVERTOUN. The album channels the death drive (Thanatos) into a furious soundtrack of human rituals and unfolds like a book of death that explores how cultures deal with mortality, violence, collapse, and the transformative power of art. It combines Chilean rhythms, folk-inspired guitars, and memorable riffs. With virtuoso musicianship and a raw, organic sound reminiscent of the original spirit of classic metal, Overtoun conveys both precision and rage.

1. What Unites All 05:23 2. The Final Beat 04:46 3. Memento Mori 06:38 4. Dur Khrod 03:54 5. Jade, Gold, Obsidian 04:00 6. Yūrei 05:25 7. Weeping 05:28 8. Wind and Water 04:05 9. The Waves Suite: Siren 00:23 10. The Waves Suite: Ocean 04:11 11. The Waves Suite: Caleuche 01:42 12. Death Drive Anthropology 04:23

Release date: February 13th, 2026 @timetokillrecords

Overtoun libera su Nuevo Álbum “This Darkness Feels Alive”.

Luego de estrenar con éxito los singles “Made Manifest” y “Underneath” con sus respectivos videoclips, Overtoun libera su segundo álbum de estudio “This Darkness Feels Alive”. Sucesor de “Centuries of Lies” (2018), este disco estuvo lleno de cambios, dando un giro al concepto de su predecesor que planteaba una crítica a la sociedad en sus esferas políticas y religiosas. “This Darkness Feels…

There is a bridge in Scotland that, if you are in the area and are taking your dog for a walk, you might want to avoid.

You see, Overtoun Bridge, in Milton, Scotland has a very strange history - countless dogs have killed themselves there over the years.

The animals hurled themselves over the edge, plummeting 50 feet to the rocky ground below - and no one has a clear cut explanation as to why this is happening.

Dogs began their bizarre suicides in the 1950s, where around one dog every year would throw themselves of the parapet.

These aren’t random acts either as there are common factors in every suicide.

Each dog has thrown itself off the same side of the bridge and the weather has been clear in almost every instance.

Even the breed shows a pattern, with long-snouted dogs like labradors, collies and retrievers being the predominate victims.

More than 50 dogs have died at the spot over the years, with several killing themselves in one six-month period.

Similar breeds: Long-snouted dogs like labradors make up most of the deaths (Rex)

Dog owner Kenneth Meikle previously described the moment that his own golden retriever, Hendrix, jumped off the side of the bridge - and survived.

He said: “I was out walking with my partner and children when suddenly the dog just jumped. My daughter screamed, and I ran down the bank to where the dog lay and carried her up to safety.

“As I did so, her hair started to fall out. It must have been shock because when we got her home, she shook all night.

“Next day, thank goodness, she was fine. We were lucky because she landed on a moss bed which broke her fall.”

So what possible reasons could there be for these mysterious deaths - and are supernatural forces at work?

Believers in paranormal activity believe the bridge, built in 1895 by Lord Overtoun, is actually haunted, describing the structure as a ‘thin place’ - somewhere where the barrier between the world of the living and the world of the dead are at their closest.

This crossover between Heaven and Earth would mean dogs - who some believe are more sensitive to the world of the paranormal - could be seeing ghosts and spirits.

Suicide spot: The bridge lies beside Overtoun House In Scotland (Geograph)

Some believe this would ‘spook out’ the dogs, leading them to unexplainable acts or being drawn to certain areas of the bridge.

Believers think that more weight is added to this theory as it is not just dogs who have died violent deaths at the site.

In 1994, Kevin Moy threw his two-week-old son Eoghan to his death from the bridge because he believed that his son was the incarnation of the Devil himself.

He then attempted to commit suicide, initially by attempting to jump off the bridge before his wife managed to pull him back - before he started slashing his wrists.

Following his arrest, Moy told police that he was trying to save the world by killing his baby.

Donna Cooper, whose collie Ben had to be put down after suffering severe injuries when he jumped from the bridge, said of Moy: “Rumour has it that he was on drugs, but he insisted the place was haunted and it does seem to have a strange effect on people and dogs.”

Those who try to take a more logical approach have still not come up with a definitive answer - but they believe it may have something to do with smells.

Animal habitat expert David Sexton was tasked with investigating what exactly was causing the dog deaths on behalf of the RSPB.

Culprit: Some experts believe the dogs are attracted by the smell of minks (Rex)

Eliminating anything a dog could see or hear on the bridge, Sexton focused on what they might be able to smell, after apparently discovering mice and mink in the undergrowth on the side of the bridge where dogs had been throwing themselves off.

A test of ten dogs from breeds that had killed themselves at Overtoun found that only two showed no interest in the smells - with seven heading straight for the mink scent when let loose.

The smell from the top of the bridge could be attracting the dogs to the side and from their lower viewpoint, they would be unaware of the drop until they fell.

This would also help explain why the deaths occurred on sunny days as rain would not have washed away the scent.

However, the theory that the smell of mink urine is luring dogs to their deaths was shot down by local hunter John Joyce, who said in 2014: “There is no mink around here. I can tell you that with absolute certainty.”

One other theory is that the dogs are able to pick up on the emotions of their owners - many of whom live in nearby Dumbarton, often voted one of the most depressing places in Britain to live.

Were the dogs simply feeling similarly depressed? That’s even if the owners were themselves - and, reportedly, none of them did.

Whatever the real reason, there is one thing for certain - if you do decide to take your dogs to Overtoun Bridge, you should probably keep them on a lead…

Monday. 21 Sept Got up at half past four and having breakfasted we were off by five. Much pleased with the attendance etc. of the Hotel Angelo. We proceeded along a beautiful carriage road very comfortably although the rain for the first time falling heavily. As we ascended the Ticino the gorge gradually became narrower till at last the course of the river was like a mill race - rolling and tumbling down a rocky and precipitous bed, the colour of the water is most beautiful, being of a fine blue and every few reaches lathered into a foam. The road is a wonderful piece of engineering. The gorge is just a rent in the mountain – the old carriage road which was in the bottom of the defile, being swept away in 1834 – a new one is now constructed out of reach of inundations. It is zigzagged up the face of the rock and in one place passes through 5 tunnels. After passing Airolo where we got a relay we proceeded up the pass – among the mist which almost completely shut out all view. Between Airolo and the Hospice the whole ascent is by a series of 28 zigzags, most beautifully engineered. As we were now at a considerable height it became very cold and we were glad of all the rugs and wrappers we had. Between 10 and 11 we reached the summit of St. Gothard, a height of 6,808 feet. The Hospice is situated here and also a small inn. Just here there is a small lake in which the Ticino up whose banks we had come rises, and in the other direction the Reuss runs down to the lake of Lucerne. The Rhone and the Rhine rise very near to this also. Having reached the summit we proceeded down at a rapid rate until we reached Hospenthal about 2 hours from the summit. Here we had dinner. Intending to have visited the Rhone Glacier and the Grimsel Hospice, but as the rain still came down in torrents and the mist was thick we decided to remain all night and to go on to Lucerne on Tuesday. We telegraphed for rooms and having had tea we went to bed hoping for an improvement of the weather in the morning. Tuesday. 22 Sept On getting up at half past six this morning we found the ground white with snow and sleet still falling. The morning being very cold, having dressed as warmly as our limited outfit would permit, each with two flannel shirts on; we had breakfast and started for Flüelen at half past seven. All our plaids and wrappers were brought into requisition to keep us warm, but as we proceeded and began to leave the snowy regions the temperature rose and we found it more genial. The drive down this valley leading down from the St. Gothard pass is very fine, and though the summits of most of the lofty hills were shrouded in mist, leaving the grandeur to be supplied by our imagination in keeping with what we could see, but several times the mist drew aside for several minutes like a curtain and disclosed to us most gorgeous scenery. The River Reuss in several places falls over a very considerable height and being confined in a very narrow channel – a deep cut between weather and water worn granite rocks it tosses and foams till it rises in spray all around.  The road is wonderfully engineered on this side as well as on the other. Having zigzagged up the steep face of the rock, which is in many places tunnelled through, guarding the road from glaciers and slides of stones from above. These are several beautiful spans of bridges across deep and roaring chasms and in many places the old and dangerous mule path is seen winding in and out among the rocks by the very edge of the torrent. As we descended the scenery gradually and beautifully softened, wood beginning to grow from the rocky banks and patches of beautiful green grass and several kinds of produce, appearing here and there, and fruit trees soon make their appearance, walnuts, cherries, pears and apples. About halfway down the valley we stopped for half an hour to rest and feed our horses at Amsteg, a prettily situated village, just above it there is a very fine waterfall. Having started again we continued down the beautiful valley which is here very richly wooded, and very grand, though below glacier land.

Between eleven and twelve we reached Altdorf, the capital of the Canton Uri, and the scene of the exploits of the Patriot Tell. In the market place there is a colossal statue raised to his memory on the spot where he shot the apple from his son’s head. A little further on we reached Flüelen where having discharged our part of the contract and had some coffee, we got the steamer to Lucerne at 1.15. On starting the view was very magnificent. The rain cleared off and the sun shone out driving the mists in beautiful wreaths up the rocky sides of the mountain. As we went on towards Lucerne we passed on the right hand side, the eastern shore of the lake, at the foot of the Aschenburg a little platform of rock called the Tellenplatte on which stands Tells Chapel. This is said to be the point where Tell sprung on shore out of the boat in which after his exploit of shooting, he was being carried to Küssnacht. The chapel is lined with old faded paintings of scenes in the delivery of Switzerland. This we are told was erected only 31 years after his death, in 1388 by the canton of Uri in presence of more than 100 persons who had known him personally, which goes far to prove that the story of his life is not a mere romance. Once a year mass is said here and attended by the people in boats.

The lake here is 800 feet deep and all along of a most beautiful colour. The rocks all along run sheer into the lake, and hardly anywhere is the shore of a shelving character. Crossing from side to side a beautiful view of the lake is obtained and the variety of outline is grand and charming. On reaching nearly half way the Rigi comes into sight. Uncle Rob and I ascended this in 1861. There are two large hotels on the summit (5676 ft. high or 4270 ft. above the lake) which may be reached by about 5 ½ hours climbing. The view from the top of this is charming and the general routine is to be on top to see the sunset and get up at 4 to see sunrise, if the weather be fine both are gorgeous spectacles. Weggis is the point on the lake from which the ascent is generally made – there are 3 other routes. After passing this Mont Pilatus is seen towering up. A hotel has been of late built on or near the summit. It is only two years since travellers began to ascend it and a mule path was made. After passing Weggis the rain again came down and continued till we got to Lucerne at half past 3, when it cleared up a little. We found rooms ready for us, at Schweizenhoff, having telegraphed from Hospenthal. We soon got our letters from the post and were glad to have good news from home.

Having ascertained that table d’hote was at 5 o’clock we went to see the most interesting of the sights of Lucerne. The monument to the memory of the Swiss Guards who fell defending the Royal Family of France in one of the bloody massacres after the first French Revolution Aug 10 1792. It is situated a little distance from Lucerne on the Zurich road. Designed by Thorvaldsen and executed in a masterly style by Ahorn a sculptor of Constance. It represents a lion of colossal size, wounded to death with a spear sticking in its side yet endeavouring in its last gasp to protect a shield bearing the fleur de lys of the Bourbons, which it holds in its paws. This is hewn out of the living sandstone rock and is 28 feet long & 18 high – beneath it are the names of the officers who fell. After seeing this we hurried back to dinner and found a very large assemblage gathered. After dinner we went and visited the old wooden bridge ornamented with a great many faded pictures and saw some other parts of town.  

Wednesday 23 Sep.