Yo, slime lovers, check it out, the two absolute best Italian stench-core/rotten crust bands (and among the best in the world for that matter) have just released a handful of releases which appear to have come out at the same time, and which are all fucking awesome, of course. What’s interesting is that the two bands also share some common members and appear to be an extended family of sorts in the Italian crust underground. Regardless, what’s really amazing about these two bands is just their awesomely decomposing-sounding music, which is hands down some of the best Deviated Instinct and Antisect-styled crusty filthy punk metal you will hear these days.
Axeslasher were born out of an unsettling love for 80s slasher flicks and its associated gore, the deep and dark nature of human morality and the desire to touch on the less than angelic side of life. The trio formed in late 2011 and for the most part, the band came into being in Denver, Colorado. Comprised of Justin Lascelle on vocals/guitar, Patrick Bruss (Crypticus, and who also mixed/mastered and produced their forthcoming release) on bass and Norwegian member Brynjar Helgetun (Crypticus, The Grotesquery, Liklukt) on drums, Axeslasher take the elements of the bands unnatural focus and imbue them with a fiery thrash tone.
If disgustingly savage thrash is your bag, then Axeslasher tick all the known boxes. Their tongue-in-cheek song titles drip with a knowing edge and they have all the proverbial balls to back up their claims that they should “…be the soundtrack to a Tales from the Crypt reboot directed by Lloyd Kauffman. Eat pizza and worship Satan indeed.
If that piques your interest, then check out their very first music video below.
Oakland old school death metal/punk skull-bashers NECROT just released The Abyss on Bandcamp, a new EP and the third in their still short but blistering and eardrum-pillaging career. Once again, we are served with a mere ten minutes of unadulterated brutality and devastation, split up into three tracks of bone-fracturing heaviness that will leave you fucking beat down and bruised for days, but endlessly begging for more.
A day in the life of an underground metal band, just trying to get some people out to your show…this is the setting for the new Buzzherd video for their song “The Maloik” of off their new album On Sinking Ships…Rats Drown out now on Dullest Records. Help a brother out and pick up On Sinking Ships… now so that Buzzherd can quit their day jobs!
CVLT Nation has massive respect for Profane Existence, so when we got the opportunity to stream the new EP Primal from WAR//PLAGUE – PE’s Band of the Year for 2013 – we jumped on it! Below stream three pummeling tracks from these punk warriors and pick up the WAR//PLAGUE Mega//Pack here!
These particular tracks were written to be a bit more of our “roots”…hence the title “Primal”. We wanted to trim the fat and just write some straight up punk thrash that’s to the point and fucking pissed off! Not that we don’t do that already. Our point was to just cut to the chase with no fucking around!
Text & Photos By Jeremy James
The night air was cool, the parking lot was filling up and the merch booth was overrun. On this night, November 15th, 2013, the Legends of Thrash tour brought the co-headlining titans Overkill & Kreator to Anaheim, California.
Southern California’s own local band, Warbringer, who have been around for almost ten years now, were the first to hit the stage and give us a taste of what was in store for the evening. They started the night strong, with a short but spirited seven song set, the majority of which were new songs off their just-released fourth album Empires Collapse – and if the energy of their live show is any indication, these guys won’t be slowing down any time soon.
It would have been amazing to get a full set of pictures of this band, but since I was officially there on project to photograph only Overkill & Kreator, I was actually not allowed to enter the photo-pit for their set (odd, but business is business). Thankfully, John Laux, who brings an incredible amount of energy to the stage, was well within my field of view while I was out in the audience. Hopefully I will get another opportunity to photograph these gents as their live show was immensely fun to watch.
It took me a fair few listens of this album to get even the slightest understanding of anything that was going on, but now it probably rates as one of the best albums I’ve ever heard. Inaccessible is a gross understatement. Portal play impenetrable, brutal, fucking crazy music that commonly gets referred to as death metal but sounds absolutely nothing like most death metal I’ve ever heard. Waaaay down-tuned guitars spew just unrecognisable streams of noisy murk that is actually impossibly technical (once you start to realise what is actually going on, after about listen six), drums hammer and blast like armies of mammoths using jackhammers and wrecking balls to fight each another, and the vocals sound like the battle cries of some fucking alien beast that lives deep underwater. This whole album sounds like it came from the ocean floor, or a world made entirely of concrete, or two massive spaceships colliding. Clearly I can come up with no shortage of hyperbole when it comes to this album and it all gets nowhere near conveying the indescribably heavy reality of this colossus.
So here’s the deal: bored as fuck sitting at home, a few weeks ago I decided to get off my ass to go to a gritty bar in deep West Oakland to check out a young and very talented local black metal called Xenotaph, who ruled by the way. Xenotaph was supporting some really forgettable touring black metal bands from the East Coast that were swinging through town, and who sucked big time, but it had been my intention for a while to see them, so I got off my ass and headed out to check them out and have a few beers with my best friend. Little did I know that opening the night was another local young black metal called Torture Chamber, and this is what my sorry eyes had to see as this insane band performed.
For “Dimebag” Darrell Abbott (August 20, 1966 – December 8, 2004)
Steve Collins was my primary school’s resident expert on all things parentally unapproved: punk rock, horror movies, Stephen King and Sid Vicious. The introductions he made for me in the sixth grade alone would have been enough of a negative influence as any one person could be expected to have, but after the post-primary school holiday he turned up on the first day of seventh grade sporting freshly shoulder-length hair, the ability to play a guitar and a Pantera shirt, and the downward spiral continued.
Every guy in our class went home that day and either dug out their parent’s or older sibling’s until-now ignored guitar or else begged their parents to buy them one, and as soon as they’d all mastered a few power chords Steve lost interest and moved on to the drums, which of course he was also a master at. From there it was on to singing (voice like a choirboy, naturally), and ultimately gangster rap, but back in those days Steve was the mascot metalhead, and if you caught him early enough in the morning before the teachers did, you’d have a new band to go home and check out based on whatever shirt he was wearing before he was forced to change.
I’m down to ride the riffs of RAWHIDE all the way to hell! These Swedish death punk hellions know how to put audio rage into your coffin and bury you in groovy breakdowns that will bring you back to life! Their new album Murder ONE is out now on PATAC Records. Today CVLT Nation is streaming the new RAWHIDE track “Cut You Down” below…Now Bang Your Head Motherfucker!