Sunday, October 16, 2016
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
What's the difference between a lobster with a boob job and the Manhattan bus station?
One is a busty crustacean and the other is a crusty bus station. Yes. Trap Them are back and the album is better than Blissfucker and not better or worse than Darker Handcraft. They traversed weird territories on Blissfucker and that's always commendable but we didn't want that, we wanted Darker Handcraft 2.0 deluxe version with a goddamn rotten cherry on top. Crown Feral promises to be the return to form we wanted and needed, crustier than grandmothers underwear after Sunday soup. Nah.
Crown Feral (bandcamp)
(I'll throw up a temporary link in the Cbox for those that are broke but still want to be a fan)
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Fange, blackened sludge full of savagery and malcontent. These dudes wouldn't be caught dead petting kittens or shopping for produce at an organic farmers market. At least that's how I hear it... No whimsy, no charm and certainly no fucking hope. This is how I want my d-beat crust to sound; negatively charged with a cinder block on the gas pedal... If I wanted my crust any other way I'd eat a pizza.
Matthias Jungbluth (of Calvaiire and founder of Throatruiner) handles the vocals with primal bursts that take shape in shrieks, wails, yells and screams that sound more like feral wolves snarling over a fresh kill while the drums are almost smothered to death by bass noise and guitar fuzz. The last minute of the last song, Girone Della Merda sums the entire album up very well.
It's official release date is September 02 but you can get it digitally earlier, essentially for free at a 'name your price' option on bandcamp, or the gentleman fee of a couple bucks so these dudes can sleep at night knowing their loved and appreciated. Another Throatruiner release, and like the Plebeian Granstand album posted last week, it is everything this blog stands for. Dig this or dig your grave, bud.
Purge (bandcamp, name your price)
Friday, August 19, 2016
French label Throatruiner Records is a festering womb, giving wide births to mired vitriol and dissonant discontent a la a crudely conceived albeit well plucked roster in; Bone Dance, Elizabeth, Birds In Row, Fange, As We Draw, Calvaiire, etc. etc.
Among the legion are Toulouse based, Plebeian Grandstand, hell bent on churning out discordant black metal with a strong basement born hardcore sentimentality rather than the bleak vampiric ilk born in mountains and thawing forests. It hits you hard and it hits you fast and gives little room in way of reprieve, yet still takes a few opportunities to froth the atmosphere to a foaming over, acrid air colliding with a primordial intensity.
This album was released months ago, but I haven't given it enough attention until now, spurring this post, which will be followed by another Throatruiner backed album set to release soon in Fange.
False Highs, True Lows (bandcamp; name your price)
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Sweden is better at making repulsive death metal than they are meatballs and sub-standard furniture. All we know is there is something in Sweden's water supply that causes the country to churn out a smörgåsbord of good old school death metal and elite hockey defensemen.
Vanhelgd opted for a deceptively clean cut to the throat to sever the head from the shoulders rather than hack at the stump with complete savagery like you'd expect from brutalists Revenge or Swallowed, instead we have low-gimmickry death metal with a seriously thick layer of filth. But not entirely minimalist; The song Den Klentrogenes Klagan has a horn section tooting underneath a layer of buzz-sawing riffs.
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Temple of Phobos (bandcamp)
Monday, July 25, 2016
Sunday, July 24, 2016
I've been sitting on this album for quite some time, hoarding it all to myself, listening to it frequently and silently applauding myself even more frequently. Noisy and brooding atmospheric punk that sounds like it was floor recorded in a dark and dingy basement. Sometimes sounding something like spoken word against erratic instrumentation, the combination works really well. I'm not going to dissect it, these guys nailed this debut album and everyone needs to listen to it and agree with what I say. Hail, all thee fucking Yuppies!
'Big toms, sharp sheets of metal. A dimly lit open room, noise and ruckus together again, as the members unite, to percuss the air. Now, the empty streets, they march in unison, clutching their weapons, destruction for, destruction safe, they do not neeeeeeeed. They speed off through the dark…
Alright, alright. We're going for a ride, whether you like it or not, grab your things collect your thoughts, we're going for a ride alright, alright.'
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Hammer of Misfortune's Dead Revolution was unleashed on planet earth yesterday and as expected, it's riff soup. I'm trying to find something I don't like about it, just so I can remain 'transparent' and 'like, true to the people maaan' but I don't think there is anything on here that is egregious or susceptible to the charms of my infinite hatred. It's really good.
The production might be perfect; soaring ethereal guitar tones that ride greasy choppers on astral planes, beautifully symmetric vocal layering that range from sonic avenues like an acid trip highway to volcanic quarrels amongst ancient gods with vocal-chords made from honey, silk, butter and appropriately (for good measure) a gravel pit. The keyboards groove effortlessly between a drug addled Ray Manzarek like psychedelia to the frisson fueled synth romp from 16-bit video games, and those drums have a perfect sound all while avoiding all the typical drum tropes you'd expect from a progressive NWOBHM album albeit the song 'Flying Alone' exposes a missed opportunity for a sweet cow-bell ride.
Listen to it fully on bandcamp or maybe buy it, $7 USD isn't too shabby. I'll see about sharing a link to the album on the CBOX there for us poor knaves, or maybe someone can beat me to it… I seemed to have resolved the issues it was having before.