While not a frequent listener of D-beat or crust, Kromosom have broken that trend and will undoubtedly frequent my listening devices from this point moving forward. This Melbourne outfit boasts a sound that reeks of the unclean purity that punk demands, fifteen tracks of the festering underbelly of society smothered in distortion. “Live Forever” compiles their vinyl-exclusive material in one skin-grating release, including their self-titled 12″, their contributions to their split with Isterismo and “Paranoid” 7″. These selections culminate into one shattering release featuring nothing but the most repulsive punk. Consider yourself pleased already.
The ferocity here is palpable: this record wants to spit in your face, break in your teeth and put a cigarette out on you for the shit of it. Splendidly lo-fi, Kromosom have no qualms shifting the inaudibility to noxious levels. Of note here is the megaton “Fallout,” a gun-metal flourish that stands out as one of the best offerings on this compilation. As style goes, Kromosom’s is by-the-numbers, but executed with such raw bravado that it is not even noticeable. “Live Forever” is a culminated love letter by punk adherents, signed in illegible, nosebleed red. All the rage and all the fun, this inspired violence is consistent throughout. No breaks, with pleasure. “Living Dead” is sleek but rusted, a war cry carried on bloody knuckled riffs that strike with unapologetic speed. Southern Lord, expanding on their now rather eclectic roster, were even more the wise selecting Kromosom for extraction. “Live Forever” is worth every unpleasant second it slams into you. Effervescent, ravenous and unabashedly classic, Kromosom’s discography is a gratefully accepted marvelous, pungent bouquet of “fuck yous.”
England’s CORRUPT MORAL ALTAR are about to unleash another slap of totally fucked up Grind/Sludge/Death Metal madness upon their willing disciples in the embodiment of a 7″ titled Whiskey Sierra. Just as the name professes I assume all of the material was created under the influence of quite some booze and probably a bunch of other substances as well. And this shows not only in the naming but also in the headache provoking music that is taking only the heaviest, sickest bits of every genre that is already extreme in itself.
By doing so CMA perfectly pursue what they also did on the previous (and excellent) Luciferian Deathcult EP, except that these four obviously very angry men became even tighter and heavier, making Whiskey Sierra an absolutely convincing release that should please the ’83 Napalm Death shirt sporting 40-something guy as much as the 15 year old dude who only recently got introduced to Spazz by his older brother.
The four songs of Whiskey Sierra get straight to the point, hit you in the face, kick the shit out of you and disappear as fast as they came, leaving you as a bloody wreck begging for more. In about ten and a half minutes CMA do really everything it takes to tear your shiny happy world apart. The down-tempo’ish, sludgy parts are wisely placed and mostly leave you only a few seconds to breathe before one of these really ridiculous fast blast-beats bevels your skullcap or a 10.000 ton breakdown beats your head onto the concrete floor. If you still don’t have enough, the dual vocal assault makes sure you feel completely fucked. The high screams ultimately sound like a buch of rusty nails onto a blackboard. Nice eh?
What’s really remarkable about this unhealthy mixture is that CMA have in down like not too many other bands to make all this sound very coherent. At no point you have the feeling that Whiskey Sierra sounds put on or strangely constructed. It’s more like CMA found a way to melt down over 30 years of extreme music and turn it into a merciless, unforgiving sonic mayhem. Try this at your own risk.
This 7″ EP is up for pre-order via Dead Chemist Records.
Consisting of members from well known crust bands Stormcrow (Tony and Brian) and Sanctum (Nick). Femacoffin from Oakland, California keep the original heavy crusty death metal approach to their music like their previous bands. Through the doomy hecatomb, there are strains of bands like Bolt Thrower and Misery. The term ‘warcrust’ has been knocked about for this kind of Bolt Thrower styled crust, which bands like Last Legion Alive, Warmaster and of course Stormcrow and Sanctum play so well. But I don’t know will the term stick around as it’s not as hated as the other much hated term there called “stenchcore”. But hey it’s another new term we can knock around and annoy everyone who hate words like “neo-folk”, “blackened crust”, “neo-crust”, “Cascadian black metal” etc. I personally don’t care what it’s called, I just love real heavy well played filthy musick so I could listen to this on repeat all day. These are crusty punks playing death metal but with a political vent which for me gives it the extra kick in the arse. The band themselves have tagged it on Bandcamp as punk-crust-death metal-decay-sadness which I think describes the sound quite well.
Here is a huge anger riff pointed at the throat of corruption: MASAKARI live at the Acheron in Brooklyn this past weekend. We totally dig everything this band stands for, and we will always wave their flag of rage high! Live, their music takes on a whole different shape of fury that makes you pay attention even more closely. So check out this full MASAKARI set captured by our comrade Pit Full of Shit…Damn I can’t wait until their new album comes out…hint hint…
Like many Southern European states, Portugal got hit by the world financial crisis really big time. Debts, inflation, insecurity and unemployment especially affect younger people who are now going through some extremely difficult times. As fucked up as this situation is, it seems to be an ideal breeding ground for angry music – the new record by the Portuguese Grind-heads UTOPIUM is a perfect proof for that.
Vicious Consolation / Virtuous Totality delivers 18 raging tracks of Grindcore madness that doesn’t stay away from interspersing bits of Crust and Sludge. The final outcome is some of the most unadulterated, heavy musical brutality you’ll hear in a while. Bands like the mighty Nasum or Rotten Sound might have been a prime influence, but UTOPIUM are so full of piss and vinegar and tight musicianship that they really don’t need any comparisons.
For more than two decades, DOOM has stood firm and created some of the raddest crust on this planet! A couple weeks ago, they made their way to Vancouver and straight fucking ripped shit. Our comrade Ted Reckoning was on hand and captured the gnarly on film. The night started off with Rapid Loss and Koszmar who both ripped shit. Now check out these unreal pictures of all 3 bands!
Heavy beauty, melodic dissonance and uplifting d-tuned sonic food for the human condition are the thoughts that come to my mind as I listen to the new PRAY FOR TEETH song “Swallow The Ground.” This song is DIY blues, not in a straight ahead sense, but because the way it was written touches my being in the same way that a Son House song would. PRAY FOR TEETH has created an epic performance video to go along with this mammoth 11 minute anthem, and we have the honor of premiering it today! You can pre-order the cassette HERE which is being released by Lock & Key Collective, plus they have a new 7 inch entitled I’m Still Finding Feathers In My Hair coming out via our comrades Root of Evil Collective which you can pre-order HERE!
With each release Ireland’s ABSOLUTIST are getting stronger and defining their sound more and more. This fact is super evident on their new split with LINK from Belguim. The ABSOLUTIST side is one huge caustic melody-charged ride that you will not want to end – the good news is, it clocks in at 15 minutes! Then LINK side shows & proves with four off the hook tunes. This record will be released by our comrades Swarm of Nails Distro-y Records Halvfabrikat Records Savour Your Scene Records Counteract Recordings Bez-AK 47 Records – go HERE to pre-order! In the meantime, check out the full stream below. Congrats to both bands for creating a kick ass split!!!
Call them Guttter Punks, Crusty Punks or modern day hobos – I call them human beings that live outside of “normal” society. Hordes of traveling punks are all over the world, and like most homeless, the larger society treats them as invisible beings. This is not the case with the New York Photographer Steve Hirsch, who has documented the Crusty Punk dwellers of Tompkins Square Park with dignity. What is awesome about his site is that with each photo he takes, he gives the person space to tell a story which draws you into the photo even more…Now check out a gallery of Steve Hirsch’s flicks, plus some words from the voices that society tries to sweep away!
My father was an attempted cop killer, he was doing twenty years to life for shooting a police officer three times. He was serving five years in CCI corrections and my mother met him visiting my uncle who was an incarcerated Hell’s Angels. As my mom would tell you, she fucking fell in love with a felon. Got a petition with three thousand signatures on it and got my dad released in five years served, five years probation. He got out impregnated my mom. I was born two months premature and I was dying.
I got into punk rock music and squatting when I was thirteen years old. By fifteen I had been in jail, was kicked out of high school and I had a son on the way. In two thousand one, January third, my son Seth Alan Parker was born. At that moment I knew that I would never stick a needle in my arm or ride a train or ever do anything that would ever threaten me being there for him. I’ve traveled all over America, just not on trains. I’ve stayed in the dirtiest squat houses. I’ve cried over dead friends. I’ve cried over live friends. When I was eighteen years old we started a crew, it’s called the Dirty South Crew. We’re all family. We’re all poor, white trash squatters, scum fucks, losers, throwaway kids. Some of my friends died from overdoses. Some of them killed themselves. Some of my friends are still alive and wish they were dead. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one left that’s still normal. I look around me and just see all this disease and drugs and just hopelessness.
When I was seventeen years old I was at a punk show in my hometown of Columbia, South Carolina. A straight edge hardcore guy named…approached me from behind and tapped me on my shoulder and said my name. When I turned around he grabbed my by my shirt, stepped on my feet and he smashed my face in. I had three thousand dollars of reconstructive surgery putting my nose back together. Putting my eye socket back together. Half of my face is metal. I have screws and brackets in my face. When I woke up I didn’t have a nose. I didn’t have an eye. My eyeball was loosely hanging out of my socket. Everyone kinda likes to joke that I’m the man with the metal face. Six years later after I got my face busted in that same guy he got stabbed nine times by a Nazi and his car was set on fire…via Crustypunks