Monday, May 23, 2016
I am not a very consistent man. I am noble in thought, weak in action. Thankfully, Weekend Nachos are consistent. You can always rely on them to shit directly into the chasm of your ill-tempered soul, sub-human. Death to all your whimsy and flip-flops. I fucking hate flip-flops… I mean, you have no human versatility in those fucking things, you can only stand there with a sloppy grin on your face as a cool breeze passes over those crusty fucking toes. I am going to start a steal-toe gang; Our sole mission will be to stomp on your shitty feet.
I digress, that little diatribe was genuine. It was genuine because I am listening to Weekend Nachos Apology at uncomfortably loud volumes. I'm not even having fun, but I am enjoying myself. Know what I mean?
Unfortunately these dudes from Chicago are splitting the sheets, calling it quits, divorcing, moving on to bigger and heavier things, separating, breaking up. It's done, so enjoy this last album and go to their last shows. Bring your flip-flops.
Weekend Nachos Apology
Friday, March 25, 2016
I had no idea that Cobalt was in the midst of releasing a new album, all I knew was that I have been listening to a lot of Cobalt's Gin lately, which means nothing. Listen to Gin in its entirety and then listen to Slow Forever. Appreciate the differences, mourn the absence of Phil McSorley, celebrate the substitution of Charlie Fell and revel in Erik Wunder's talent for pushing a tired out genre into a type of creative stupor.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
I'm still running around the virtual astral planes of the internet like a fucking asshole, chasing down releases from 2015 that weren't caught in my field of vision during my tenure as a certified specter of the current music world. I was either too busy reading rather than writing or too busy amassing old punk and rock albums rather than peeking my head into the sewers of underground metal. It was pure fucking tunnel vision man, and this place was Armageddon.
With that being said, here's another release from Dry Cough Records that flew under my radar, or sonar, or
Follow up on Dry Cough Records here.
Follow up on Bismuth's Bandcamp here.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Here's another Split birthed from different parts of the worlds primordial ooze with equal parts of enmity and mysticism, Canada's Garotting Deep and Sweden's Fōr. The sonic windows are draped in freshly flayed elk hide while balsam fir incense burns inside the wolf skull and ancient entity's share in jubilee a toast beyond mans comprehension.
This album sounds nothing like the above sentence. I don't feel like using words for this one, it's overwhelming and I'm heading to the seedy bliss of Toronto's Parkdale to see if the used record store still has Gorilla Biscuits Start Today on plastic.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
After listening to this split from filth monsters Moloch and Lich you'll need to hop in the shower and take the steel wool to your skin to scrub the grime off.
I've been following everything Moloch has released since I got a hold of their 10" released in 2008 and everything they do appeals to me in some way. Maybe it's because I'm a troglodyte deviant in search for slow and stupid sludgy doom or maybe these guys just get it; rot heavy and muck slow.
Lich are getting their hands incredibly dirty with any band out there willing to share space on a split; Resurrectionists, Moloch, Human Junk, and Man Hands. Never compromising their fast and pissed-off attack on the ears.
The split is a tandem with absolute nefarious harmony, a yin and yang if you will; Contrasting the murky plodding of Moloch with the straight to the point, beat down of Lich.
Have a listen over at the Dry Cough Records bandcamp.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Rising Beast is out there busting its ass making every single mother out there with six children look like they are caught relishing a languorous work ethic. A DIY label to its core ran by a dude named James Brown aka 'Horus' – who I only just discovered plays in both Harassor and Moonknight, which are both bands I've been supporting through Rising Beast since I found Moonknight's 2012 release Ligeia. Rising Beast is the cream that is rising to the top in the realms of seedy underground black metal and death metal, keep up.
Vorpal Sword is the labels latest release, and I have Bandcamp to thank for turning me on to this one. I'm not sure why it matters, but the intro to the noisy deluge that is Pain is something to behold; No wide birth is given in building atmosphere, instead the crowing begins with a heavily distorted garbled sound that sounds like the disgruntled radio transmission from another life-form upon entry into earths atmosphere, it's overbearingly loud and feels like water hitting your eardrums. This noise is then pierced with the warm coursing of a black metal riff played at 25% speed and the shared duty of the snare and bass drum, if any symbols are being pounded, it's lost in the fray. The result is something I'm really into right now.
The entire 16 minutes is a whirlwind of tone, noise, reverb, delay, gain and hell with no discernible start and end to the tracks within the track, but take note at the 04:40 mark how this shit rips into itself with a stripped down punk and black metal ethos and the vocal layering resembling a tenacious howling wind. I am reminded of the 'Just Fuck off' era of Malveillance (posted here six years ago) with the bleak tonal accuracy of later Lunar Aurora despite the blatancy of a synth.
You can support this at bandcamp with a minimum purchase of $1 or if you're really feeling that Canadian dollar struggle input $0 for a free download and the intention of supporting these releases at a later date when you're not too busy justifying why you vastly over-tip the pretty bar maiden rather than support underground music.
Vorpal Sword - Pain (bandcamp, name your price)
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
I have posted Úder Pohanského Hnevu on SHOM before, but this was over a half decade ago (which is my way of saying 6 years) and I'm resurrecting it to follow-up the Infernal Slave album I just posted. Go get that one now.
This album remains to be one of the best examples of frigid puritan black metal. The name Algor is Latin for 'frost' but the band is of Slovakian descent, which is befitting to mention because Slavonic black metal has forever maintained this different type of cold atmosphere to their sound, inexplicably different than the archetypal Norwegian black metal style let's say. Both styles are rife in cold imagery, albeit a different sense of cold; The Slavonic way has always felt more barren, bereft of hope, like a torpid winter with no fucking end in sight.
Algor's sound is stripped down and stark with a different emotional breadth than the more familiar Slavic bands like Drudkh, Kroda, Nokturnal Mortum, Hate Forest, etc.
Úder Pohanského Hnevu has some of the best mixing of drums I've ever heard on a black metal album, the snare and toms are some of thee most savagely crude around which resonates well with the many rolls, fills and blasts on this record. I'm sure I can go into detail as to how the vocal shrill is different than the Norwegian vocal shrill typically emulated, but what would be the point? And the riffs are cold enough to turn your day into complete shit.
If anyone knows of any albums similar in sound please name drop in comments.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Again, I have Haxan over at Forever Cursed to thank for turning me on to this heap of black metal filth.
Every sound bows its allegiance towards the progeny of black metal coming out in the early 90's of Norway; ice cold riffs battered to hell by crudely sounding drums, with drum fills showing absolutely no regard for refinement and the vocal screech of a diseased wolverine shouting its blasphemous cacophony with a putrid charm. The production is shit, and it's exactly what I want.
SHOM has always been about supporting this type of underground, DIY filth to the bitter end, and if I can help guide others to support it then it's all worth the 20 minutes it took out of my mushroom foraging study's to do.
Inferal Slave bandcamp (name your price)