We’ve talked about this release abundantly here, and it would be superfluous and redundant to keep bragging on about how insanely awesome this release by the young trio from Pisa is. A debut album that represents the crowning achievement in Italian underground metal in 2013, by far, without the barest shadow of a doubt. Buioingola have made an incredible statement in the world of dark and atmospheric metal with this debut album of theirs, and anyone who is in love with the more apocalyptic, gloomy and depressed sides of crust and doom should put Dopo L’Apnea on their year’s end top albums lists. For all fans of Planks, Altar of Plagues, Fall of Efrafa, Year of No Light and the such. Let the shadows spill in.
Text & Photos by Darryl Reid
What’s up with all the fun-time bullshit that has inundated “Garage Music”? It’s like every punk has forgotten about Johnny Thunders, Richard Hell, Television, Iggy Pop, MC5 and all the dirty, greasy, freaks singing about how hopeless the world is.
Fuck that fun-time hipster bullshit: Hank Wood and the Hammerheads are the real-fucking-deal, pissed off punks with a massive chip on their shoulder singing simple, catchy songs about living on the streets.
This year saw many good if not outstanding records from all over the world. Germany has been no exception. But although the records to choose from for this year’s German Top 6 are a lot, I found it really easy to pick the “winners”. Some are more obvious than others, but each entry has something special to offer. Here we go.
When you read about DEPRAVATION, the term “Blackened Hardcore” will drop sooner or later. In many ways “Blackened Hardcore” is what “Metalcore” was in the 90ies. At first it described something really exciting and new, but quickly became a totally soulless expression that was exploited and due to this got a really negative connotation (or what’s the latest record you actually liked that was “Metalcore” by self-definition?). Of course it hasn’t come so far with “Blackened Hardcore” until now, but it doesn’t seem too unrealistic that pretty much the same will happen sooner or later. So why am I thinking about this?
Music is at least 60% sex appeal. If not more. Personally, I’d like to say 90%, but I’ll play fair. Just this once. And if what I say is true, then Baptists issue a satisfying sex punch.
I saw Suicidal Tendencies at the Vogue on Dec. 4. It was about what you expect from any aging rockers. They scream about what it’s like to be a wounded, Pepsi-addled youth, and cry, “ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT” – while their shit is sponsored by Monster.
Can I please unsee that show? NOT sexy. Your jersey is NOT sexy. Neither are your bursts of inspirational wisdom. I don’t want to ever hear that I can achieve my potential if I reach for the stars. I just want to suicide myself and have FUN. The music was good, but the lack of sex definitely lost them a few points they can’t regain. My boner was officially KILLED.
Two days ago, Old Wounds started their East Coast tour alongside Raindance, and we’ve brought you an updated list of their dates so that you can be sure to make it out to one to their shows! Also, we have a rad giveaway to offer you – one each of the Old Wounds LP From Where We Came Is Where We’ll Rest and the Raindance LP New Blood, courtesy of Glory Kid and Animal Style! To enter to win these rad LPs, email us at firstname.lastname@example.org with “OW Rain” in the subject…we’ll choose one lucky winner on Monday at noon PST!
If someone turns around and says Brazil and d-beat, the first thing that may enter your mind is Besthöven, to no surprise either. The one man band’s crusty onslaught is certainly one of Brazil’s finest punk exports, but in the last few years Deaf Kids have really been causing a stir with their own brand of fiery raging d-beat.
Similarly, the band is actually the brainchild of just one guy, Douglas Leal, who has helmed a couple of records with Deaf Kids thus far, most notably 6 Heretic Anthems for the Deaf and last year’s searing I Am The Sickness, which is a particular standout from the pack. While all belligerent slabs of punk aggression, sometimes a change is in order and this latest record The Upper Hand treks into some newer plains.
Are we BAPTISTS fans at CVLT Nation? HEll fucking YES and so should you be! They released one of the sickest records of 2013 with Bushcraft, out now on Southern Lord. Seeing them live is a mammoth shot of rawness to your whole being, because BAPTISTS bring it every time they hit the stage! Earlier this year, they performed on Seattle’s KEXP show “Seek & Destroy” and now you can view it here on CVLT Nation. I’ve got to say, if I had a list for a band that everyone should hear, BAPTISTS would be in the top 5, they are that fucking good!
This is a busy weekend…Baptists are doing a show with Depressing and EOP at the Astoria in Vancouver this Friday, November 29th, and CVLT Nation is a proud sponsor of what will no doubt be a killer show! Baptists always rule, and its Depressing last show ever, but to make us all feel better they are giving away a copy of their vinyl to all attendees! $10 for a rad show and a rad record – hell yeah!! Check out some live footage from Kyle Pigeau Videography of Baptists below and get more info about the event here! Plus you can catch them opening for Church of Misery at The Rickshaw on December 9th…stay tuned for a full gig review of that show!
In the days of analog videotape, gas lamps and horse-drawn carriages, before even dial-up internet had hit my household, musical recommendations came by way of schoolyard traded mix CD-Rs, older sibling hand-me-downs, and music video television.
The first CD I ever bought was a collection of James Bond theme songs, a faux pas swiftly rectified by my older brother with the handing over of a burned copy of The Slim Shady LP. Schoolyard recommendations of Slipknot, Limp Bizkit and Korn followed, from a friend who, despite this, remains one.
One good thing that can be said for those early days of musical discovery is the lack of stylistic prejudice, something that is lost almost instantly when the teen turf wars begin and genre allegiance must be pledged. It takes years of falling through staunch subculture affiliations one by one to get that freedom back, but with puberty and the development of actual, realized identities and self-esteem issues that it brings still on the distant horizon, every style was viable.
Us kids had yet to even encounter the term ‘genre’ and everything was just ‘music’. You could bang your head to ‘heavy’ bands like Linkin Park, rap along with Shady, dig Blink 182 and also secretly like that Celine Dion song from that chick’s movie you also secretly liked.
New York punk band Ivy rip through seven songs in just under ten minutes on this demo cassette of messy, belligerent hardcore. These songs are rough, sloppily recorded, for the most part indecipherable and catchy as hell. The vocals for most of this release are barely distinguishable from the rest of the band, a distant, drowning, antagonistic presence – and good luck discerning even a single word of lyrics. That being said, these guys actually have some real hooks. While I have no idea what’s being sung, the vague, wavering, snotty, out-of-tune chorus line of ‘Antsy’ is seriously so catchy and will be stuck in your head for days.
There’s not really much else to be said here. You could listen to this album a few times over in the time it takes to read a review, and your time would be much better served. Get on it.