Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Cacodemonia
Pretty solid EP from obscure (and defunct) Michigan four-piece The Virally Enthroned. Fast as fuck technical brutal death metal recorded with a drum machine. The album doesn't really get going until the third track "Necrotic Desecration" - I'm fucking digging the brutal breakdown riff in the middle while the two vocalists trade off crust-style. Enough to satisfy your late afternoon metal-fix. Enjoy.
Labels:
BRUTAL DEATH METAL,
MICHIGAN,
THE VIRALLY ENTHRONED
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
This Ain't Fenway...
I know there are a lot of purists out there who will go to their grave defending the theory that Suicide Silence invented deathcore. While the band was definitely around during the genre's formative years, I still gotta give credit to Carnifex for refining the sound into what it is known for today (and bringing it to the masses), for better or for worse. In a nutshell, Carnifex just sound better - there's nothing Suicide Silence has ever released that has warranted more than a passing acknowledgement save the above. In 2008 the group released this limited 7" solely notable for its solid cover of Deftones' "9 Words". There's also a cut from their debut LP and a live track but I don't think I've ever bothered to listen to either.
Labels:
DEATHCORE,
SUICIDE SILENCE
Monday, November 11, 2013
By Request...
Reasonably good recording of GG's rehearsal with the Texas Nazis before his infamous "Boozing And Pranks" show. The band chugs through the whole Twilight Room set as well as the seldom-heard "God Of Fire In Hell" (seldom enough that GG completely forgets the words). His rehearsal of "Eat My Diarreah" was available later on the Dirty Love Songs LP and is probably my favorite version of that song. And that's saying something.
1/14/15 update: I just discovered a pretty good (192 kbps) rip of GG's Rapist cassette which blows away the previously upped version I had. Here are both... you be the judge.
1/14/15 update: I just discovered a pretty good (192 kbps) rip of GG's Rapist cassette which blows away the previously upped version I had. Here are both... you be the judge.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Tail-Devouring Snake
Heard from Asilo drummer Sebastían regarding his new side project Uroboros. Tight sludge metal from Argentina, much more structured then the dirgy chaos of his other band; the companion albums Herejía & Exilio and Misantropía & Blasfemia were released over the last few weeks and showcase a cool blackened style of sludge. Herejía & Exilio is definitely the more experimental record of the two (the epic "Holocausto" recalls Corrupted's more ambient material) while "El Último de Nosotros" on Misantropía & Blasfemia is my favorite track - a slamming blast of groove metal to destroy. Check 'em here and enjoy.
Friday, November 8, 2013
For Everybody
Oh man, I was such a fucking dork back in '85! I can vividly remember my retarded anticipation for the "Slammies" on MTV. For the unenlightened, it was a cheesy self-aggrandizing awards show in which the WWF's finest bestowed trophies upon themselves in between painfully choreographed segments of hilarity and mayhem. MTV and WWF? How did that dubious relationship come about you ask? We can all thank Cyndi Lauper featuring Captain Lou Albano in her über-popular "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" and "Goonies" videos (among others) for bringing the existence of the WWF to MTV execs and... man, this book just writes itself! Coinciding with the one-shot primetime special was the release of The Wrestling Album, featuring mostly cover tunes sung by the then-stars of the wrestling world, helmed by ex-McCoy Rick Derringer who must have just been slumming for coke money. But who am I to judge, I instantly bought the cassette (in true 80's style packaged in a LP-sized cardboard sleeve) and y'know what? 25+ years later it's still laughably listenable. "Mean" Gene Okerlund, Vince McMahon and Jesse "The Body" Ventura provide some pretty humorous commentary to open the record and segue from song to song - it's the typical antagonistic banter that became standard play-by-play on Saturday afternoon's wrestling shows. The music begins with the ensemble "Land Of 1,000 Dances?!!?" - a lot funnier to listen to if you've seen the video - Roddy Piper ends up trashing the set at the end amidst other chaos. Junk Yard Dog's "Grab Them Cakes" (showcasing aged disco queen Vicki Sue Robinson on back up vocals) reeks so strongly of 80's cheese it's hard to get out of your head. Derringer solos on "Real American" which according to the commentary is an homage to the forgettable tag-team duo U.S. Express. It is just as tacky as any number of the zillion pro-USA country music anthems out there today but I'll give Derringer historical credit and just assume he wrote it while watching the montage scene Rocky IV. Jimmy "The Mouth Of The South" Hart contributes a pretty funny track regarding his girlfriend's affinity for Rick Springfield - one of the few artists on the album who actually seems like he may have some inkling of musical talent. Captain Lou's "History Of Music" is a low point on the album, a typical ranting effort by the bloated manager which is as silly as it is stupid. Flipping over to side B, the "WWF All Star" studio musicians present us with the instrumental "Hulk Hogan's Theme" (dorks younger then me will recognize this as the theme to the surely-agonizing Saturday morning Hulk Hogan's Rock 'N' Wrestling cartoon) followed by the LP's best track, "Rowdy" Roddy Piper's "For Everybody." A relatively rowdy (ha!) G-rated cover of Mike Angelo & The Idols' explicit 1984 single "The World May Not Like Me", Piper stutters and spits his way through the lyrics with the same aplomb that made him one of the smarter stars in wrestling (and fucking awesome in They Live but I digress). Gene Okerlund grooves through "Tutti Frutti" with a panache that brings to mind Val Kilmer in Top Secret! and token hick wrestler Hillbilly Jim drawls through (surprise!) "Don't Go Messin' With A Country Boy." For what it's worth his version is somewhat listenable aside from the fact that I absolutely detest country music. Wrapping it all up is perrennial 80's bad guy Nikolai Volkoff caterwauling "Cara Mia" which degrades into a shoddy version of the Soviet National Anthem. Ventura, McMahon and Okerlund throw him out and declare the entire recording a failure at which point Ventura begs the others two to duet with him. As they flee we are left with the eventual governor of Minnesota whining "It's my turn to sing!!!" You couldn't make this shit up folks. Enjoy.
Labels:
COMEDY,
COMPILATION,
ROCK
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Suicide Forest
Hailing from the primitive woodland known as Salem, Oregon, münn plays an oppresively slow dirge/drone/sludge/doom stew a la Otesanek and Khanate (not surprisingly most of the band is comprised of members from similar-genred labelmates Ancestørtøøth). Recorded February 27, 2008, the hour-long rehearsal set opens with the epic 45-minute "Selbstmordwald (Part I)" - a seemingly endless journey through pain and suffering which rarely gets boring (and even speeds up for a few seconds here and there). "In Defeat" follows, beginning as a wicked sludgy groove that slowly deconstructs into a slower, feedback/effect-screaming threnody. "Drone" closes the session, a 10-minute wall of amplified noise. Really powerful stuff, as obscure as it is heavy. Sadly, with the suicide of bassist Joris Brinkerhoff in 2009 the band ceased to be. R.I.P.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Black Slabs
Hailing from Leamington Spa, UK (my dad's hometown - no shit) and skillfully blurring the lines between grind, death and sludgecore comes Parole. Their 2012 full-length Grams Of Hate is significantly more refined then their (demo?) EP released a few years earlier while still retaining the Eyehategod-ish feedback and general grittiness of the former. The vocalist(s?) vary between Coffins' Uchino and Exit-13's Bill Yurkiewicz (giving a somewhat cool sludgecrust vibe) while the music is relatively basic groove/death played slow and sleazy. Enough filthy riffs gurgle throughout to satisfy even the most discerning heavy music fanatic - especially the concluding 14-minute epic "Lice." My only complaint is that there are only five tunes. Check 'em here. Enjoy.
Labels:
ENGLAND,
GRINDCORE,
PAROLE,
SLUDGECORE
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
And Another...
Sheesh, not a day passes and here we are again. Searching the internet for anything by evasive Finnish sludgelords Frogskin, I discover yet another Nordic compilation rife with some of the sicker bands the genre has to offer. Starting this one off is the semi-stupidly named Demonic Death Judge, but what they lack in a cool moniker they make up for with some great Coffins-inspired death sludge. Each of their 7-minute anthems are pounding slabs of tortured riffs and bloodcurling vocals. Next up is Semtex playing a faster quasi-hardcore style much like some of the older Soilent Green material. Lastly is the twisted Nurmijärvi trio Frogskin who deserve to be lumped into the category championed by Loinen and other such lo-fi feedback sludgemongers. Amazingly dismal doom with a slight tinge of Southern States stoner grooves amidst the chaos - well worth the effort this CD took to track down. So grab a euro and head over here to buy it.
Labels:
COMPILATION,
DEMONIC DEATH JUDGE,
FINLAND,
FROGSKIN,
SEMTEX,
SLUDGECORE
Monday, November 4, 2013
Low Slow Ragnarök-core
Yep, another heartwarming compilation CDr of abominable lo-fi sludgecore straight from the icy republic of Finland. Opening the aural assault is GranG, a brutal three-piece playing wretchedly distorted sludge with so much overdrive it almost degrades into an inaudible wall of noise. Awesome stuff for purveyors of Loinen, Stumm and their miserable ilk. Phenylketonuria follows with an epic half hour of trippy sludgy funeral doom which has its moments and is much better then most offerings in a genre that I don't really like anyway. The warm hum of blazing amp tubes adds a unique layer on this surreal melodic ode to destroying the world - it's surprisingly hypnotic and almost sounds like something Ween could have done had they gone into darker places with The Pod. Wrapping up F.F.13.1970 (named for the release date of Black Sabbath's debut record) is the aforementioned Loinen and their abject composition "Lapamato" ("Tapeworm"). Imagine summoning the worst memories of your life and condensing them into a agonizingly bleak 16-minute opus and you get an idea of what to expect. Truly one of their best recordings (in the feedback-laden cassette-deck lo-fi style of Muta Core) from a band who constantly amazes me with their unrepentant self-loathing. Speaking of whom, I just discovered a webpage apparently written by one of the band members which showcases their entire discography, lyrics and song history - cool stuff. Enjoy.
Labels:
COMPILATION,
DOOM,
FINLAND,
GRANG,
LO-FI,
LOINEN,
MUTACORE,
PHENYLKETONURIA,
SLUDGECORE
Sunday, November 3, 2013
ボリス
To be honest, once I got over my fleeting fascination with experimental drone and noise a few years ago, there wasn't a lot in Boris' extensive discography that kept me interested. Nothing particularly against their style, just very little of theirs that I would ever consider giving repeated listens to. When I eventually came across 2002's Heavy Rocks and found it their best work, excellent lo-fi hardcore/stoner/sludge in the vein of Men Of Porn or Church Of Misery. "Dyna-Sour" is my favorite - a fuzz-laden rocker with shades of Budgie's "Breadfan". Yeah there's some ambient-ish instrumental stuff sprinkled in between but it isn't overpowering and fits rather well. And the epic "鐘" really makes me wish I fucking knew how to speak Japanese. Enjoy.
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