Excuse me as I dig graves for all of our freshly decapitated haters! I need some pummeling riffs to saw off their limbs so that all of the corpses will fit into this mass grave of disdain. The new OUTER HEAVEN album Diabolus Vobiscum is the perfect soundtrack for hater mutilation!
The shape of power violence has changed drastically since its earliest incarnations; however, some things still remain the same. For example: short songs, shows in small venues, distorted bass tones, the drummer being the best member of the band, and of course, blast beats and heavy breakdowns.
Why is everything around me moving so slowly? Why do I feel like THC has me suspended in mid air? Why do I feel like the doom I’m listening to is different than most I’ve heard? The answer to all of these questions is that I’m listening to unreleased tracks from the druids of the drone riff, CHAINS.
Fuck-Ushima closed 2014 with their third release, the nine-track album First Come, First Served, and it is quite an interesting release for sure. Following last year’s Selfbeated and 2012’s Reel 1, this Finnish five-piece plays music of no discernible style, gravitating from hardcore to sludge to grindcore with a fervor that ranges from fluid to clumsy.
Black metal infused punk, or punk infused black metal, is nothing new; however, the style has never sounded as fresh as it does coming from Boston’s Human Bodies. No Life, their third output overall, released back in August, surprises me in that it didn’t make it on at least the honorable mentions sections of some year end lists (at least that I’ve seen).
Let’s get this out of the way beforehand: Once I was contacted to review this record, and upon seeing Philadelphia’s Ladder Devils, I noticed at the bottom that they describe their sound as “…the punk urgency of Nirvana with the sonic experimentation of The Pixies,” which is a pretty damn bold statement all around. But the truth is that the Ladder Devils do deserve to compare themselves to those bands, along with a few others, because they absolutely talk the talk and walk the walk with this record.
London, like Vancouver, is a city of grey skies…sometimes it can feel as if the landscape is frozen in time for months on end – seasons come and go, but the clouds remain. So I feel a special kinship with the melancholy that VOICES bring with their newest full length, London.
On this here review, we take on the venerable noise, black metal, punk vitrolic band known as Smoke and their latest release, the Het Laatste Ordeel LP. From the get-go, we’re swathed in a dense curtain of necro noise. The guitar sounds like discordant bass, and the cymbals are loud. It’s hard to tell the riffs apart, as they sound like they were recorded in a sewage tank.