Right now my brain is caught in a tornado of barbaric riffs and filthy vocals! I’m listening to the the new WOLVEFROST demo and it way fucking more than just kicks ass, it’s a death blow to all of the weak hearts of the world. This Seattle band has created the sonic version of being eaten alive by ravenous pack of lions. Every track is a seething onslaught straight from the blazing depths of HELL! If you check out one band this year, WOLVEFROST should be it. I just can’t get enough of their chaotic riffs fighting against the primitive drum beats blasting out of my speakers. Cranking up WOLVEFROST is like having flesh-eating disease let loose in your ear drums. So let the fun begin and turn your friends and enemies on to WOLVEFROST!!!
Welcome to Bay Area, where the sun shines and destruction crawls, endlessly. Lurking somewhere in the East Bay, the mysterious black metal horde known as XENOTAPH have managed to craft a demo so grand and timeless that it’s almost impossible to believe it’s the work of four young dudes hailing from the sunny banks of the east San Francisco Bay. These four caustic and suffocating blasts of necrotic black metal that the band have crafted under the form of Vitae Iactura sound like something coming straight from the icy and desolate plains of the Norwegian tundra plunged into and endless and demonic winter rather than tunes made by a bunch of Californians.
Arnaut Pavle come crawling out of the frozen northern wastes of Finland to encapsulate everything great about raw old school black metal. Named for a legendary eighteenth century Serbian ‘vampire’ supposedly responsible for a plague of mysterious deaths that decimated his village, Arnaut Pavle sound like exactly that. No modern twinkly teen star shit, nor even the classic Bram Stoker eternal lover; no, Arnaut Pavle sound like a wretched strung out blood junkie forest hermit, a leprous shell of a human that’s been living off the blood of icy corpses and rodents for nigh on three hundred years.
This music is not pretty, it’s rabid and intense and as catchy as a vampire bite. An impossibly icy arctic production vomits up chainsaw guitars that peel off tremolo riffs and surprisingly melodic leads like layers of rotted skin, crashing drums tear through rocking punk inspired rhythms and the vocals screech and croak in hoarse splendour.
A “punk” band…. Suuuuuuuuuure. TUTTI I COLORI DEL BUIO (literally “all shades of darkness”) from Torino (Turin, in north-western Italy) simply call them selves a “punk band”, but then you play their debut demo - Demo 2013 – and this ferocious hardcore/powerviolence monster proceeds to immediately try and rip your fucking head off with a rage and violence that you will never be able to withstand. Well, okay, it is definitely punk in the sense that this music is pissed beyond reason, but it is also so much more. This is an endless stacking up of violence. Violence stacked upon violence, stacked upon violence, stacked upon violence, endlessly, up to the ceiling and right through the fucking roof.
I don’t recall feeling so lost and alone and surrounded by sorrow and desolation as much as I do when listening to Dopo L’Apnea, the debut self-released album of Italian apocalyptic crust band BUIOINGOLA. This album is massive and grand in so many ways, but that’s not exactly the description we’re going for right now. What we want to tell you about this album is how its intensity, heaviness and bleakness literally force you to your knees under the immense weight of a darkness impossible to withstand and then drags you by the ankles into an enormous oblivion of starving shadows. This album literally boils over with darkness and is so steeped in misery and loss that when sitting down to listen to it almost feels like madness and sadness start seeping through the walls and flooding the room. The music is grand and majestic, beautifully shrouded in an outer shell of sludge and doom that maintain the tempos very paced and dilated and the sounds monolithic and dense. But the heart of this work is what really shines of its own blinging light. What is hidden beneath is where the pulsing soul of this music lies and where the magic happens.
Meet ORHORHO the new frightening brainchild of Michele Ferretti, the singer and guitarist of Italian atmospheric black metal trio GOTTESMORDER. Why do you need to familiarize with the music of ORHORHO? Well first off because this necrotic and plague-infested slab of crusty black metal is just simply awesome and memorable, and second – and most importantly – because it is an enormous sonic middle finger pointed straight in the face of pretty much anything that exists, even of black metal itself. In fact Michele has explained to us that the name “Orhorho” is the name of an ancient African princess and that the music of this new project of his digs deep in the ancient traditions of African magick and occultism, something that black metal has probably never before even dreamed of venturing into.
Hoarders Basement Chain Tape Out Now!
Hoarders came and went and left pretty much no record of their existence outside of some promising word of mouth and a few scattered releases, including Basement Chain, their last will and testament in the form of fifteen minutes of searing, frantic, atonal noise. Released posthumously, Basement Chain is essentially a relic, but the fact that Hoarders are no longer around to harm you doesn’t make listening to them any less of a terrifying experience.
Basement Chain pretty much does sound like a recording of some feral, maladjusted species being mercifully though unpleasantly wiped from the earth. High, piercing shrieks tear out of the speakers to a clamour of crashing cymbals, rumbling fuzzed-out bass and jagged stabs of trebly dissonance.
The raging dirge of Los Angeles wrecking crew Whip Hand’s Carnal Sect release rings as true as any punk rock released in the last decade possibly can. No pop pretensions, no fancy haircuts (look, these are things I can just tell), and no heartbreak. This is raw anger, unfiltered by any drive other than to swing your arms like an asshole and break whatever gets in the way.
“Worn Throats” comes out of the gate with a fervor that brings to mind the absolutely amazing Full of Hell while also aping “EP’s”-era Peni. There’s nothing subtle about the maybe-a-few-more-but-not-many-more-than-four chord attack on display, and the tension and speed don’t let up through “Temple Mounts” acid-splash insanity or “Slow Electrocution”. “Convalesce” is a croaked ode to medically-induced paranoia, layers of feedback and guitars slashing at the listener’s throat while the vocals crawl along.
Alerta Antifascista brings together Italian atmospheric black metal act Gottesmorder and German atmospheric sludge/post metal band Red Apollo. Each band offers one song in this release, resulting in thirteen minutes of heavy, intense music.
Gottesmorder from Pisa released their self-titled debut EP back in 2011 through Nojoy Records. Since then Absurd Creature Records, Tokyo Jupiter Records and Le Crepuscule Du Soir Productions have re-released their excellent first offering. In this split, Gottesmorder, unleash their crust infused atmospheric black metal with the “Winds’ Shadow”. Through its six and a half minutes the band manages to build a frozen ambiance filled with desolate riffs. The emotional side of the track is also its strongest point, with the cold-hearted guitar leads fitting in perfectly with the deep deathly growls. The crust vibe beneath the black metal riffing is quite prominent, with the band getting a sincere amount of energy through its primal roots, with the drums are adapting to the different tempos in an excellent manner, providing that extra boost of energy whenever Gottesmorder need it.