Lo, in the year of our Lord two thousand and eightteen, was Chovu wrought into being. A brotherhood of sound and spirit, whose voice did rise from the depths of Kenya’s shadowed earth. Forged by Preston Samada, whose tongue beareth the cries of the abyss; Brian Saibore, whose hand guideth the steel of song; Trieste Franco, wielder of the second axe; Franc Ico, whose strings thunder as the earth’s heart; and Debra Simaloi, whose drums did echo as storm upon the hills.
From their first utterance, Chovu stood apart amidst the swelling tide of Kenya’s metal brethren, weaving together the raw fury of black metal with rites most primeval. Their craft be not mere music, but invocation: a conjuring of spirit, earth, and shadow.
Yet as the fates are ever turning, so too did the fellowship shift. Trieste and Debra took their leave, and in their stead arose Lawrence Muchemi, whose strings burn as fire, and Larry Kimathi, whose drums thunder as tempest. Thus is the host renewed, their ranks whole once more, bearing forth the flame unquenched.
Chovu endureth as a vessel of darkness and remembrance, a covenant of steel and spirit, wherein ancient voices cry through modern rage. Whosoever lendeth ear shall know: this is not but music, but ritual.