I feel mad sick and all fucked in the head because I have been blasting the new DRUG LUST tape into my head for the past 20 minutes. Hot damn, I really love this band, they are so bad ( in a good way)!!! Their brand of sleazy hardcore has this filthy groove that runs through every song that leaves you wanting to cover yourself in DRUG LUST dirt. Check this – the band has given us the green light to stream their side of their upcoming split tape with LIEBESTOD…peep their East Coast tour dates that start on 11/13!…Pre-Order the DRUG LUST & LIEBESTOD split tape HERE!
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.
Waiting can be a bitch. Like the next Star Wars or sublime dish Taco Bell will cook up, the interval between The Banner‘s last release (2008′s Frailty) and this jet black gem has been a nail biter. Unlike Star Wars (but like Taco Bell), you know that this band’s sound is never in the wrong hands. So here we have The Banner’s first release in over five years, and though its length is brief, this could be equated to their potential Episode VII.
As a band that has continually redefined itself with each release, no matter how small, The Banner refreshes itself with unprecedented speed, skull-crushing fury and Type O Negative. These four tracks have been released sporadically since the beginning of 2012 in rough, unmixed versions. It would be a sin to decry these finalized versions, in fact this EP does little in the disappointment department.
“Wolvesblood” opens with a tongue-in-cheek sound clip from Pulp Fiction that is pleasantly self-referential for these Jersey devils. This self-loathing anthem is as fine a one as they’ve ever produced, tearing the listener down layer by layer until only a shuddering mass remains. The wrath is palpable enough to slash your ears to bits. The words throughout are cutting, a poem that rides on storm winds. “Wolvesblood” flows like blood from a freshly mauled throat into “Lilith,” a spine-twisting blur that demands a sacrificial circle pit. Let us pray to the heathen gods to give these dudes the funding and financial backing to tour, these songs need a live setting. None more so than the apocalyptic, bleak but triumphant “Negative Zone.”
CVLT Nation is proud to sponsor the record release show for Vancouver’s BURNING GHATS put on by Nothing is Heavy! On November 22nd, Burning Ghats celebrate the release of their LP Something Other Than Yourself (read our review here), Bridgeburner, Keep Tidy and Scoot will bring the house down at the infamous Astoria in Vancouver’s down and dirty east side! We’ve seen these guys live before and can attest to the power and fury of their performance, so make sure you come down to bear witness! You can get more event info HERE…
Label: Nervous Habit Records
Chicago’s Angry Gods, a new sludge/hardcore crossover band comprised of members of Harps Of Tartarus, Boiling Over and Scouts Honor, play impossibly deep, pummeling metal inflected hardcore full of jack-hammering double-kick drums, down-tuned guitars and guttural catharsis. In only two tracks and six minutes, Angry Gods somehow manage to craft something bordering on epic, rampaging through a whole slew of dynamic twists and turns, from the opening of “Greyed Delay” which feels like being punched repeatedly in the face in rapid succession, to ‘The Swell”s hypnotically repetitive martial outro, which feels like being trampled slowly by a herd of elephants. Admittedly, that’s not the greatest range of experiences, but trust me, in terms of sound as a representation of physical assault, Angry Gods run the whole range of ways to be beaten senseless.
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.
Photos & Text by Darryl Reid
Blasting out of New York’s streets like a bunch of glue-huffing speed freaks, Sad Boys are a blast of high energy pogo punk that sadly has been lacking in the punk scene the last few years. Luckily for us, a great bunch of bands are bringing back the fun times with a fuck-it-all attitude and nihilistic styling.
Sometimes you wanna be punished by your music and wallow in your misery and sometimes you just want to dance around a dark room like a coked-out monkey. Sad Boys bring the high energy Freak factor to Eleven, so if you have the chance check them out.
Roaring out of the deserts and dives of Phoenix, Arizona come Sacred Followers, an absolutely brutal hardcore wrecking crew featuring members of Gay Kiss and Lusitania. Dark Grease is an already gone limited tape release on Mike Martinez’s awesome zine/tape/whatever label Workin’ Nights, which collects their 2011 demo together with a couple of new tracks, all wrapped up in some stark ink-work from Philly scratcher Matthew Bellosi.
Dark Grease is basic, raw and animalistic, pure hardcore energy and rage at its most simplistic. These tracks are feedback drenched, mainly down-tempo, sludgy trawls through oceans of furious dissonance and crashing drum blasts. Sacred Followers lay down some of the heaviest, most fuzzed out bass lines ever committed to tape, like a doom metal four string slinger stumbling in an opiate daze into the middle of a 90s hardcore circle pit. Guitars slip and slide through some seriously disgusting down tuned train-wreck riffs underneath absolutely indecipherable vocals. Perfect.
Raindance has announced a 2 week East Coast trek along side Old Wounds starting up on December 3rd and will continue until December 18th. Raindance released “New Blood” on Animal Style Records this past November, and Old Wounds is currently supporting their new LP “From Where We Came Is Where We’ll Rest”, which was released on Glory Kid Ltd earlier this year. The dates are as follows, along with a couple of songs from each band streaming below:
Old Wounds – Unspoken (Taken from “From Where We Came Is Where We’ll Rest” on Glory Kid Ltd.)
Old Wounds – The Sharpest Knife For The Blackest Heart (Taken from the “Trenchfoot Split 7″ on Melotov Records)
Raindance – Black Lungs (Taken from “New Blood” on Animal Style Records)
Raindance – To Hell With Them (Taken from “New Blood” on Animal Style Records)
Still, Weekend Nacho‘s 4th full length album, displays the band’s signature animosity with a handful of new tricks, but the same rough and tumble approach we’ve come to love (yes, you all love it). The band’s had an interesting trajectory – from humble fastcore/PV roots that evolved into a heavier, slower sound with 2009′s Unforgivable (still one of my favorite records) – to a more hardcore influenced sound with more breakdown and mosh tendencies (Worthless and now Still). Still encapsulates this growth perfectly; the gang choruses (“No Idols and No Heroes” and ”S.C.A.B”), slowmo stomps, spit verses that’d get a young Jamey Jasta excited, and plenty of power chord progressions to get you circling in the pit.