If you’ve stumbled across this zine chances are your days of meadow-dwelling are long since past. You no longer view the world through the hate-veil of the Fox News Corp (although, I think you should since it becomes an endless “Blood Test” scene from John Carpenter’s The Thing), and have deduced that most Muslims are not blood-crazed terrorists, the world won’t fall apart and decay suddenly in 2012, most mothers are not time-bomb murders incognito and most Skinheads are not racist, ignorant hatemongers. At some point one of the proudest, loudest, least politically minded and certainly best looking sub-sects of the Mod culture was
adopted stolen by the very people who make civilization a crumbling structure. Entirely, although unsurprisingly, lacking the foresight to see that their newly purloined look was largely a Jamaican/Immigrant/Black creation, these Bonheads chose simply ignore the truth and go on tarnishing a proud crest. The documentary Man Alive was filmed in 1968 and examines the Dancehall roots and Football hooliganism of the skinhead culture and while the sugar-glazed goggles of the past often allow us to overlook glaring flaws of our heroes (Paki-bashing is entirely unacceptable regardless of how great your Merc looks), these gentlemen were simply rudies intent on having a good time. Check out the original English roses after the jump
One thing that we have on our side is community and believing in ourselves when no one else will. I guess you could say that’s part of having a DIY state of mind, this kind of thinking/action is priceless, it’s a major reason why the underground has never died. I have lived in the Bay Area, so I know what the vibe is like up there, you get a sense that it is us against the world. Right now you have so many creative beings living there it’s not even funny, and some of them are in bands, some are video documentarians & some do various other rad things. A week ago, an event took place at the LYCUS (an epic funeral doom band) house where some of the gnarliest young groups performed all night long for free. Here is a list of the humans that were on hand to slaughter shit: SWAMP WITCH, LYCUS, BRUXERS & BEGOTTEN. What also made this night extra special was that our seven stories alum Kevin Hobbs was on hand with his video camera to capture this moment in underground history. This footage is fucking classic, it’s like you can feel the bass bouncing off of the walls & smell the stench of weed coming out of your computer screen. So here is the way that you watch all these awesome visual documents, you load up your bong, light it & press play. Catch all of the DIY action after the jump – good looking out to LYCUS, Kevin & all of the other bands who ripped it!
Swamp Witch: “Gnosis” – (live) @ Lycus House – 8.5.2011
Here is a very interesting documentary from 1993 examining Death Metal & the effects it was having on society. What I do like about this film is that people from the scene are a big part of the discourse that is taking place. It’s funny to see what the doctors had to say about how death metal might damage a kid’s way of looking at the world. At certain points in the documentary, it reminds me how punk rock was demonized in the early 80′s – I will never forget how they had boot camps that thought they could punish the punk out of teenager, trust me it did not work. It’s nice to see & hear how smart many of the artist featured in this film were. They actually were breaking shit down to the nitty gritty. Oh snaps I can’t forget to tell you about all of the rad vintage performances you will be able to view while watching this documentary. Most of the footage takes place in Florida, which to some people in this world is the home of this musical monster called Death Metal. After the jump, step back in time & see some funny metal hair – I mean see a rad documentary!
Sound is power, Sound is magic, Sound is unseen energy. The San Francisco Blackened Noize duo Sutekh Hexen are fully aware of the special properties that sound posseses & they explore the secrets of sound on their new self-released album, Luciform. The first thing that comes to my mind while listening to this album is the light & the dark sides of Nature. They attack my imagination and all of a sudden I have visions of dead, decaying animals being eaten by maggots and becoming food for the earth, so other beings can be reborn. Sutekh Hexen’s music also invokes a sense of coldness in me that I guess I would explain as the sonic storm that this band conjures up with each of their songs. Their music is frantic movement that pulsates & spins your most demented thoughts around a thousand times. What I really dig about Sutekh Hexen is the way they manipulate sound – it’s up to each listener to determine what the music means to them, which equals pure freedom. It’s almost seems that each song on Luciform is it’s own audio ritual of mayhem on the verge of tranquility. I really dig the way that their song “The Great Whore, In Worship They Weep His Name” unfolds; it’s a weird puzzle made of different parts of the cosmos. The tune has this rad demonic melodic part that just pushes all of the other elements towards insanity but then mid way through, it is hijacked by a fast moving ice storm. When you really dig deep into their compositions, you will hear almost a meditation happening. The guitar on the whole album is off the fucking hook, it’s full of these volcano riffs that turn into lava & burns everything in sight, even your dreams of a better existence. Sutekh Hexen wants your mind to travel when you hear what they are laying down, but at the end of the day, they will not hold your hand or make it easy for you. The vocals on Luciform are harsh as fuck & come at you from many directions, which can leave you in awe at times, but this is a part of the fun of having this band invade your brain! Their song “Serpents, the Hermetic” is a slow moving masterpiece, where the vocals float on the track like it’s a river of blackened angst. For more info about this killer limited Sutekh Hexen album, go HERE!!!. After the jump, check out some rad live footage, plus stream some of their live rituals on Soundcloud!
Unholy radness, hot damn, I dig it when doom gets a face lift, because I love the vibrations of Apocalyptic Blues, it quakes my inner ghost to it’s invisible bones. One 7 inch that gets me pumped is Pharaoh’s record that was released by A389 recordings. It’s only two songs, but fuck they are epic songs that are so rad you will just keep them on repeat anyway. Pharaoh has elements that would be considered downtuned for sure, but their sound flies on the wings of more than just one bird. You will not be able to avoid the atomic groove that this band manifests with every note. The riff for “I Murderer, I” is honey-coated and sounds like they baked it under the heat from the black sun. On this tune, Pharaoh lets you know that as a band you can’t fuck with them, because they stretch the soundscape of doom into something that works on a metaphysical & visceral level; put that in your bong and inhale it! The singer is epic awesome – the vocals might sound harsh to certain people, but to me he just kills it with heartfelt conviction every time he busts a note. When playing this 7 inch, you will find yourself breaking out into uncontrollable head banging. “Two Thousand Seasons” is a perfect name for a song that a vortex to a place where the landscape of the Grand Canyon has taken over the world. With all of the light that this band’s music has, you do hear the warning sign that our end is near. So the last day is upon us, make sure to find this 7″ maybe it will let you in on some secrets!
Pharaoh : I Murderer, I
One band that set hardcore on fire in the 90′s was Sweden’s REFUSED. When you check out their resume, you’ll see they were always about doing things outside of the box. Although they never lacked power in their music even when they were experimenting with other genres. I won’t front, I got turned on to them late, but I will say that from the first time I heard them I was more than hooked, I was addicted. Even to this day, you throw on some Refused & it will leave you saying unholy shit these dudes are rad as fuck! I never got to see them live, but from what I have been able to see on video, their live shows were electric. These dudes also kept it DIY, and for that you have to give their props. The influence that this band had on music can still be heard to this day. So check this – CVLT Nation is extra happy to be showing a documentary about their last tour, Refused Are Fucking Dead, plus some killer live footage that I had to throw in because it just gets me so hyped! So after the jump, get ready to move like it’s 1995 & enjoy the gnarly documentary.
The onslaught is on…the Brazilian metal/punk lord WHIPSTRIKER has taken over CVLT Nation. We are extra proud to bring you an in-depth interview with Brazil’s crudest metal head. Victor WHIPSTRIKER opened up about what it takes to create his chaos-fueled metal/punk in a city at war with corruption. This band’s music is pure energy & when played loud will wake up all of your senses! Fuck all of the talking, let’s get to the interview. So after the jump, dive into the mind of metal maniac!
We live in a society were the rich just fucking keep getting richer, and the disenfranchised humans are treated as subhuman. This is why I listen to music that is filled with hate, because right about now when I look around it’s hard to see love. One release of 2011 that gives me just what I need in the hate department is Baton Rouge’s Barghest. They released an album on Gilead Media called Untitled, and it’s 7 songs of epic USBM that will take over your spirit with every listen. This record is almost like a puzzle – it’s something you need to spend time with to really feel the full impact, & once you allow it to get into your headspace, you will realize hate has never sounded so rad! Barghest’s music is made up of many different layers of filth that is what makes it so engaging & powerful. This band doesn’t write songs, they wage epic sonic battles. The guitar work on Untitled is so killer that it gives the undead a chance to breath again. Many of the riffs on this album evoke ancient times of human slaughter, people dying at the hand of steel, and Barghest makes you mourn for them. When you hear the intro to “Pain Of Days,” they will pull you into their world of nothingness. Barghest does not make it easy for you, but trust me, under all of the blackened mayhem they have created bursts of demented melody that will captivate your darkest thoughts. Barghest’s vocals are instruments of destruction unto themselves – at one point, a high growl sounds like 1000 year old sonic stench & then a low voice crawls into the mix to wreak more havoc. This band empowers me to get through a world of despair ruled by warmongers who hide behind their faith of lies! Bring Barghest into your life so that your bright daze will be taken over by the mighty hand of the real black.
Who kick authority in the balls then punched corruption in the eye & broke the legs of oppression the dynamic duo of CLINGING TO THE TREES OF A FOREST FIRE & NESSERIA. Together these two bands put out one of the sickest splits of the year & it was released on Throatruiner Ṙecord.What’s ultra cool about this record is that both band are masters at sonic destruction but each one them approach the killing of ear drums from a different angel.CLINGING TO THE TREES OF A FOREST FIRE from denver creates music that should be the sound track for apocalyptis .It’s fucking insane how heavy this band is every song has this uber thick wall of desolate bass that just punish you every second.What impreeses most about their bass sounds is that they have so many layers of hate but then dig deeper then you will hear the murder groove which just pushes each song closer to the edge of insanity.CLINGING TO THE TREES OF A FOREST FIRE combine genres to come with a sound that shape shifts i would say every ten seconds.At one point the band pushes your brain into the mud of sludge then breaks out their grind core sledge hammer to whack you over the skull.I can not forget that they have no problem knocking you in knees with a brick of doom plus they brake their crusty razors for some blood letting.On their opening track Opaque CLINGING TO THE TREES OF A FOREST FIRE creeps up on with this dirgy bass before blasting into onslaught of grind damage that will leave your spinning.These are wizards at changing tempos which can be heard on their tune Wrinkled Claws that starts off almost at a doom pace but morphs into 6 different audio beasts.The vocalist for this band is super rad he sounds like cannibals ripping flesh off of the bone & enjoting every minute of it.CLINGING TO THE TREES OF A FOREST FIRE also has thse weird catchy riffs that infest some of their songs & they will embed themselves into your memory for sure.Read the rest of this epic review after the jump!
I would not trade my teenage years for anything in the world; but trust me, I had mad ups & downs. Looking back on my musical adventures, those years were golden, I really loved ’84 to ’85 – by then I was starting to figure out who I was so to speak. This is when I was really digging positive punk/goth & loads of the British bands from that scene were doing their first tours of the States. One show I will never forget was Sisters of Mercy, I got in for two bucks. I remember being surrounded by fog from their smoke machine, and I was bugging out on their drum machine. They played a short set, but still felt like had witnessed something really special. The whole band moved around the stage in slow motion, & had an air of mystery about them that left me fascinated. Sisters of Mercy went on to big things in the years to come, but I will always be more into the stuff they created in the mid 80′s, maybe because it’s from my era. Whatever the case, today CVLT Nation has put together a video essay of one of the bands that went on to inspire generation after generation. So after the jump, get your Sisters of Mercy on – this is a blast from the past pushing you into forever!