It's rare that I hop on the bestial black metal bandwagon but Profanatica is one of those bands that has this magic air to them. Fierce riffs, nasty-as-fuck bass tone and one of the best drummers in black metal. If you like your black metal slathered in semen, goat gore and cunt blood you came to the right place. Unholy in every sense.
For fans of: Witch Tomb, Incantation and Blasphemy
Well originally this blog was supposed to be dedicated to music AND tea; sadly my collection of the latter has taken a serious hit without getting replenished all that often BUT the newest addition to my arsenal of dried tastiness is quite the specimen. With really robust flavor coming from dehydrated apples and rich ingredients, this blend is great tasting by itself so don't fuck it up by infusing it with some cheap crap; this is the real deal. The tea is a gentle combination of citrus and floral flavors that don't come on too strong but are easy to savor and quite prominent in the tea. If you get a chance to pick this up, I highly advise you to do so. This might easily be the best tea I've ever had.
This band came out of absolutely NOWHERE for me. Having never heard of them prior to a small taste received through YouTube I was hooked the instant that their melodically-edged cacophony of blackened metal shot out of the gate. Easily addictive and quite possibly climbing to the top of my Black Metal list with each listen. The guitars have the perfect mix of lo-fi chill and sharp contrast to deliver their melodic pummeling and the drums call the thousands to war. Absolutely punishing and not really all that abrasive for the band's pedigree. Definitely a really enjoyable listen and full of memorable moments that will keep you entranced in their beautifully macabre sound.
Sweet sickening sounds crooning and cawing over the thicket and crick. Sexual and writhing like a bucket of snakes slathered in seminal fluid. Primal, hot and sticky; this ain't your gran'pappy's rock n' roll and this ain't that pussy shit you hear on the radio, this here is an adventure into the psyche where your imaginary fuck buddies hang out. You know that chick with the big juicy ass that picks all the right clothes to bend over in? She's there. You know the hot black guy that works the counter at the Raider's store? He's there. You know the punk chick at the show with the apple bottom and sexy paper-thin legs? She's there. It's one big fuckfest in your brain and here's the catalyst. Dirty. Sleazy. Nasty. Sweaty.
It's not very often that I dip into the older stuff when it comes to hard rock (with minor exceptions for Queen and Mountain) but this band has definitely turned my head to the winds far past blown through. With a genuine vintage feel and awesome songwriting, Dust takes you on a journey through fields teeming with mammoths and vikings wielding axes of skywrought iron. You know that it has to be good when the cover art is from an old copy of Conan and The Frost Giant's Daughter. Acoustic bits mixed with hard rockin' riffs make this is an irresistibly fun listen.
Shockingly enough, these guys weren't up on here already so I decided to throw those of you not in the 'know' about this band a tasty mother fuckin' bone. CTTTOAFF are leading a pretty unique battle against grindcore these days. Their dissonant sound strikes like a cobra and crawls like a giant ground sloth. Blistering speed fraught with ear-splitting dissonance and mammoth low-end that plods along at -1 mph beneath the entire shitstorm. Think for a second: I know I use the 'smoothie' analogy a lot these days so we'll call this a...mixed drink. 3/4th's Deathspell Omega, 1/8th's Gaza and 1/8th's Pig Destroyer. Sound good? You're fucking right it does.
After a heads up from my friend Joe Sharpe, these dudes spilled into my lap like a steaming hot pot of curry. Their fast brand of doom and stoner puke comes out swinging like a gang of crusties after listening to EHG and Saviours on repeat for a week. While their catalog may be short, the riffs on this record bring them to the forefront of heaviness right now. With songs like 'Monastaries' and 'CCEC' standing at the top of this pile, there's a lot of great bits to keep you crawling back for more punishment.
Hatred is an act of passion. Murder is a crime of passion. The need to snuff out the life of another lies within each person. That need screams loose from its tempered shackles in the form of Khanate, a howling force of doom that tests the boundaries of low-end torture and human sanity. With vocals that sound like they come from someone undergoing the Leng Tch'e this album will set your hair to stand on end while the instruments throb and mash you like blunt weapons. The final nail in the Khanate coffin seems to plunge its way through a million nerve endings.
Another Stormcrow post. Also this is my first mention of one of the best Crustgrind bands on the move today: Mass Grave. These dudes absolutely melt face with their filthy concoction of devastating death metal-infused Crustgrind. As for the Stormcrow side of this split, you guessed it! It's fucking awesome.
When it comes to disgusting death/doom there is no topping Coffins as they reign supreme with monolithic riffs and a absolutely savage tone. As for Stormcrow, their wholesome homebrew of death metal, crust, doom and sludge will shake any skyscraper loose from its foundation. This split is a combination of some of the heaviest music being produced today. Stormcrow's single epic track 'Path To Defeat' will split your molars while the remaining Coffins song will devour your mangled corpse. Absolutely essential for your collection.
Have you ever wanted to kill someone with your bare fucking hands? Really choke the fucking life out of them? Have you ever wanted to wrap your hands around someone's throat and smash their shitty little skull against the concrete just so you can jam your thumbs into their eye sockets? I know I have. PLF is just the music for that. If you have some vermin to eradicate from your life, this should be the soundtrack. No frills grindcore in all of its riffing glory. No bullshit, no trends, no pretense: Pure Grindcore Annihilation. Next to Insect Warfare, these boys are the future of grindcore and pretty much the ONLY people capable of carrying on the torch into the dark scene kid-filled abyss.
Jan. 28 @ Oade's Hidden Camel. Cavalcade and The Plurals (21+) Feb. 5th @ The Static Age. Hedorah, An Ignorant End, Drinkhorn and Execrate Feb. 5th @ The Crofoot. FOXY SHAZAM, Good Weather for Airstrikes, Sunlight Ascending + MORE Feb. 9th @ The DAAC MOUNTAIN GOAT, BEAST IN THE FIELD, XTRA VOMIT+ MORE Feb. 10th @ Mac's Bar. WASTELANDER! Borrowed Time and Failed Feb. 25th @ The Static Age. WEEKEND NACHOS, Harms Way, Mother of Mercy, Fireworks Mar. 22nd @ Blondie's. GIGAN, Nurse Ratched, Hedorah Feb. 26th @ The Static Age. Face Reality, No Values, Dead End Party, Trapped Under Ice May. 4th @ Oade's Hidden Camel. Wastelander, Rampant Decay (21+) Apr. 1st @ Mac's Bar. The Funeral Pyre, The Secret (and hopefully Hedorah will be playing this show)
I rarely make posts like this but I find it pretty relevant to my situation. The state of Michigan's local music scene, in particular Lake Orion, Clarkston, Rochester and Waterford. The bands in this area seem to treat music like a fucking sport. The more fans you have, the more bands you've opened for, the more fake myspace fans you have; it's all supposed to correlate directly to how 'good' you are. Well that's a right out fucking lie. The best bands I've seen have been in 12x12 crawlspaces with 10 people in attendance (including members of other bands playing). I know playing basements and driveways isn't 'glamorous' but if you value local music as much as I do, then shows like that are an integral part of your existence. What happened to brotherhood and camaraderie that came with playing music together in shitty little dives? What happened to pride in local music? Cool, your favorite local band just got big. Support the smaller ones still crawling out of the primordial soup. I can't tell you how many bands I've played in and with that have made awesome music but couldn't find an audience because we weren't in with the 'hip crowd'. Fuck being hip, fuck being cool. This is a war cry to everyone in Lake Orion to come together as musicians and support one another in these youthful adventures because at the end of the day what ELSE do you have to do? From this post forward I will be posting dates for local shows and hopefully accompanying them with reviews and pictures.
If there's one thing I would have to thank one particular asshole in my life for, it'd have to be introducing me to Incantation. This band is an uncanny force in death metal that has persevered through plenty of line-up changes (and I mean PLENTY). Both current and former members have gone on to make some amazing metal music. While I know many of you die-hard death metal enthusiasts have heard of them, there are people out there that haven't and that is what this post is for.
BLOOD FREAK! Hands down my favorite death metal band of all time (whom I'll be seeing at MDF this year!). I've already posted Multiplex Massacre in a previous post but I guess it would be the bro thing to do if I put all of their glorious material in one place for you to enjoy. As with anything that I put up on here, I expect that if you really enjoy what you hear that you will purchase the albums and support the band. If there is ONE band on here that deserves your undying devotion it's these dudes.
"But BROSEPH!" you cry "Why haven't you been posting any Death Metal as of late? Has your faith in the brutal art been shaken?" to which I reply: no, I've just been neglecting my collection. Well let's fix that. How about we break out some awesome bands that you should have? LIIIIIKE Sinister. These guys should be in your library if you consider your fan of the Euro Death scene or Death Metal in general. Have at it because it's everything I've got.
Well after my band almost had a show with these dudes (which sadly didn't happen) they decided to go and break up and release their album for free. Well this sucks since we've lost a truly awesome force of Detroit Hardcore. Their thrashgasmic brand of hardcore riffage is pretty Hellmouth-inspired and those of you that dig on the Detroit Thrash City punk sound will definitely pop a chub for this one. Fast as fuck segments sprinkled between crawling sections that absolutely reek of desperation. Great band.
What do you think of when I say Ohio? That's right, a big sludgy ass vortex of terrible weather and ill-tempered bar attendants (also The Pretenders, Tool and Devo if you're a douche like me). Well Deathcrawl apparently was so inspired by the ugliness of Ohio that they managed to produce a maxilla-smashing (can you IMAGINE if that shit got smashed? For fuck's sake, you wouldn't die but you'd by puking blood, teeth and upchucked esophageal tissue for months to come) record. Fantastic low-end and vocals that for some reason remind me of Deicide. Pretty good stuff.
I've been following these dudes on and off since a bro of mine recommended them to me a few years back and lo' and behold in the time that I've strayed away from them they've positioned themselves as a formidable 'King of The Hill' to watch over the punk scene in Cali. Melodic screws hold this thrashing, bashing, skull-smashing 3-piece as they rip and tear through anuses straight up to your brainus (you know what I'm talkin' about). So open up your moistened ear-pussies and get ready for a firm, erect pounding.
These dudes somehow managed to slip under my radar in 2010 and I'm starting to sorely regret that happening. This record is fast as a meth addict on a slip 'n' slide greased with Astroglide. Aggressive riffs spin out like saw blades while concrete drumming holds it all together before it collapses in on itself in a slow and agonizing structural failure. Absolutely killer hardcore.
For fans of: Bone Dance, Black Breath, Sabertooth Zombie and Gaza
Electro Quarterstaff are kind of like throwing yourself into a Gorguts concert in the far future where their brand of frantic prog death is replaced with mathgasmic sludge/death hybrid insanity minus a vocalist. Honestly words are going to fail me in describing these dudes and I've already probably lead you astray. Just listen.
Being skeptical of any USBM project that seems to be born far from its roots, I was going into these recordings with rather low expectations only to have them blown completely out of the water. The reverb-soaked guitars create a hauntingly expansive sound for this project and as the songs evolve you can really hear all the elements drift in and out of place effortlessly and without the transitions sounding forced. If you're looking for some awesome USBM this is the place.
The Secret is a band that pushes the envelope until it rips. Their proficiency in all fields of sonic intensity are clear upon the first listen. The droner of an opener sets you up with walls of feedback and reverb while rasping vocals deliver their message from behind colossal riffs. The rest of the album flies from grinding madness to blistering blackened hardcore. There are no words that you could effectively label this band other than 'Goatgrind' (that's right, I'm inventing a god damned genre for them).
Starting off fast out of the gate, this band of grindmachines fires riff after riff out of their seemingly endless arsenal into your ears. But this ain't your dad's grind band. These dudes have a sense for odd bits of melody and crushing slowness that set them apart from most of the other speedfreaks. They dwell in a strange place where there is no middle ground, there is only the blistering points of extremity in all directions. You want it fast? You got it fast as FUCK. You want it slow? You're getting some of the most face-crushing slowness you can handle.
This is one of my all time favorite records and it's kind of a surprise that it has taken me this long to get it up here. Imagine a world where Meshuggah, Khanate and The Abominable Iron Sloth have a baby. We'll call this baby 'Buster'. If you want absolute desperation in your music, you've found it. Written by one of their dying band members as his life was literally slipping through his fingers. This album is an embodiment in hatred in all of its splendor and glory. All of that loathing and teeth-gnashing animosity shoved down your throat. The guitars are merciless, pretty much akin to being clubbed in the face repeatedly with a broken parking meter by some 20-foot tall scaly behemoth. The drums are rhythmically complex when they need to be and brain-splatteringly simple when they don't. If you're not going to play this at max volume then you're a fucking pussy and probably shouldn't download this.
Ed Gein is one of those bands that have always 'been' to me. I remember just getting into heavy music at a young age and reading about them all over the internet and seeing them on bills with bands I wanted to go see. So for me, I guess there was this inevitable air of 'you're going to end up listening to these guys whether you like it or not'. Eventually 'Judas Goats and Diesel Eaters' appeared in the Used Record pile at my local music shoppe and lo' and behold it was only $3.99. So after picking it up at the tender age of 14 I remember being absolutely torn to shreds by the amount of pure savagery and disgusting guitar tone on this record. Batshit riffs slice through a tumult of frantic drums and a cacophony of varied vocal styles (later I learned that this was because the band had no vocalist. Instead, every band member was a vocalist). Absolute musical insanity and sadly it seems that quite a few people have forgotten them. Well, for the sake of remembrance and for the sake of nostalgia why don't you go ahead and let your head spin to this for a while.
Rotten Sound's unique brand of fuzzed out Deathgrind is as potent as it is loud. With head-spinning drums and fantastic riffing this band will bend you over and assfuck you like a wild hog on PCP. These Finns are out for blood!
Gaza live at Cake Shop in NYC on Nov 21st, 2010... A 1000 Knives and Brooklyn Vegan presentation.
Once again these dudes have brought their own brand of disgusting noise to the table and they prove that improvements can be made on their already perfect sound. Fingers crossed for a new record this year
Deceased is one of those bands that have always stood out from the crowd with their brand of uniquely crafted death metal full of NWOBHM melodies and thrashtastic shredding. To be honest, I didn't even know this album existed until I stumbled onto it while browsing Nuclear War Now's webstore. After giving it numerous listens the infectious opening track practically embedded itself into my brain with its catchy nature and awesome song-writing. Soon I had this album playing at least every day. The sound on this album is admittedly somewhat of a departure from their older material but definitely not a step in the wrong direction. With the mixture of phantasmal guitars, tedious drumming and vocals that seem a LOT like those you'd find on a Napalm Death album (stupid to compare the two but being a life-long ND fan I can't help but hear the similarities). If you're looking for some hard-hitting Death Metal with a stupendous sense for melody and old school sensibilities then this is for you!
I've been updating a lot today but I feel like adding one more to the pile. Portal is one of those bands that defy classification and for the most part; music as a whole. They create massive soundscapes with riffs that rip like death metal and chill to the bone like black metal. With their 'so fast it's drone' style of playing they shake your brainstem with plenty of golgothan style flights of absolute sonic blasphemy. These Australians know what the fuck is up.
Gargantula's brand of riff heavy doom metal seems to include influences from all over the map. With bits that sound like death metal, thrash and straight-forward sludge their sound is a seething amalgamation of metallic intensity. With moments that seem to flutter with frightening speed before snapping to a tar-covered crawl 'Infinitasm' seems like a vortex of temporal shifting and topsy-turvy guitar work.
For fans of: The Gates of Slumber, Candlemass and Spiritus Mortis
After being totally underwhelmed by the write-ups on these guys I decided to give 'em a listen first hand before completely dismissing a new member of the Relapse family. After listening to the track available here I can really hear that straight-forward Melvins worship along with hints of bands like EyeHateGod (I've been name-dropping them waaaay too much recently when it comes to new Relapse bands), Thrones and Sleep percolating through the mixture.
Mysophilia is an up-and-coming two-piece USBM project out of Michigan. With a sound faintly reminiscent of Judas Iscariot it's nice to hear some legit blackness crawl its way out of the mitten state. The drummer is able to hold you typical black metal beat but isn't afraid to bust lose with a nice flourish here and there. The guitars are meditative and sharp as razors, their chilling tone cutting through the mix in both of the songs they have available.
Young Widows is a band that make highly energetic noise rock not unlike that of The Jesus Lizard (albeit with a bit more gusto if you can believe it) and newer Daughters. Their mixture of slow churning guitars and fast, sometimes mathematical passages makes for a varied and pulse-pounding listen. This is easily one of the catchiest records out there, its lyrics seem to walk a thin line between delightfully youthful and downright gallows humor. I've been meaning to upload this one for a while and yeah, I'm pretty late to the punch but this goes out to all the people who needs some good ol' fashioned noisy rock music in their lives.
Your mother is a disgusting vapid whore that is inhabited by terrible worm-like creatures that gurgle and smargle (smargle is a word right) a lot like Weekend Nachos' vocalist. This band mixes powerviolence, trad hardcore and even occasionally the odd sludge riff here and there. Listening to Weekend Nachos is a lot like grabbing onto a drunk and horny hellbeast as it charges through a mosh pit with its massive collection of 8 (count 'em, EIGHT) sets of barbed genitalia while a pile of the aforementioned worms slosh around inside its mouth like some sort of thick and wriggly vomit spilling all over hapless concert goers.
Earth's newest album is much akin to their 'The Bees Made Honey in the Lions Skull' album with an expanded emphasis on that western-tinged vibe. This really feels like the long-lost soundtrack to some Clint Eastwood movie about the realities of death and suffering in the west or something to that effect. It feels simultaneously very dark and very...bright. I guess the name does it some good. The guys from Earth have once again made an album that can stand as a proud milestone in the Earth canon.
There are a lot of bands in the 'Incantory Death Metal' pile and to be honest it's kind of lame. But just like anything there are going to be exceptions. Father Befouled manage to carry Incantation's death doom sound to new heights of eeriness. The 'ambient' interludes really add a lot of atmosphere to the record and draw you in. As for the riffs, there are plenty and while most of the faster passages seem to be taken verbatim from Incan, the doomier passages surpass those of their predecessor. These guys churn out slow-pummeling death riffs better than practically anyone I've ever heard. If you like really barebones death metal then you should get this record.