How To Disappear Completely formed in the spring of 2012. Current members of Architect (blackmarketactivities/metalblade records) needed another outlet for some of their lighter ambient interests and emotions.

Daughters of Eve was a concept that was conceived after coming off of the road with Architect. Music was changing, the world was changing, and members of Architect were getting older. What was once teenage angst was manifesting and solidifying into old bitterness, and apathetic resignation.

This record was a peace offering to an ocean of women who have, for better or worse, had a part in sculpting a wretch of a person into a man. Many of these women had a hand in shattered illusions of love and relationships, and broken fragile ideals that needed to be broken. The Disney aesthetic of what love is proved to be nothing but lies and heartbreak. We we're raised to believe that life could be a fantasy and we're left out in the cold with reality hanging on our shoulders.

The themes and subject matter of this record was a way to send a message that "I get it now, and I'm sorry it took me so long." Many women have had a part in dragging us, kicking and screaming, to rise to the ranks of becoming the man that we were capable of being, and many of these hero women go unsung.

This is a tribute to the single mothers who raise boys into men without the help of a father, who should have been there but weren't.

This is a testament to the strength of nurturing and delicate vulnerability that only a woman can teach you.

This is a 'mea culpa' to the sacred feminine. The balance of the two forces that is constantly pushed down and in doing so throwing life out of balance.

This is a flag raised to the daughters of eve, who are the originators of making something from nothing, of giving and using their bodies in order to sustain and create life, and an understanding and acceptance of those who can't or don't wish to put their bodies through that. A woman's body is her own business, to us.

This is for all those women who fell victim to the irrational anger and testosterone driven confusion and insanity of a boy who was thrown out into a world that wasn't built for someone like him, and to the women who helped him stand up, dusted him off, set him right and made him try again, who taught him that just because he was different did not mean that he was wrong or bad, and that different was a freedom to create his own path and forge his own world.

This is for all of the women.

Thank you.