Yeah, so I haven't posted in forever. Who gives a fuck? It's not like anybody knows this blog exists. If you're lucky and stumble upon dis maztapeace of illustrious hood slam titlez good for you.
"Cuntleration ov Swagependence" "Procreatin Trigga Nigga Emastikayshun"
"Killiverance Unto Sufferin"
"Quadripallegiance 2 Da Gangsta Nayshun"
"Cerebral Kraanium 2 Da Domepiece" "Ungesticatin' tha Putrigormented Whortuary"
"Poontangled in Chaos"
"Disvourment ov thee Bluntveraciteez"
"Basturbating at da Slab"
"Goresoaked Poontang Dats Riffin' ov Stank Iniquities"
"Illgorged Ungodly Riffmentation"
"Blood and Henny Son"
"Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy ya shimmy dead fetus.[Gimme a knife so I can cut yo face off]"
"There is no cunt that's putrid enough. There is no grave that's full enough. There is no cut that's deep enough. [I cant fold. I need gold. Reup and reload. Product must be sold to you.]"
"Cyst ov da 1.3.8 Chambaz"
"Wreckonize Da Tranz-Dimensional Infertiliteez"
Betta wreckonise thee slamz my brothers and sistas.
Well nothing has made me want to blog in my months old blogging drought like this fantastic bandcamp diamond in the rough I found on The Living Doorway today. I will just let you know the band's self-description of its two song EP is 100% accurate. This will make any sludge/death/black fan shit their pants. "Blistering riffs become sluggish
spells of hypnosis constructed in movements. Each sonic assault
surrounds every sense passing through moments of suffocating heaviness
that fade into psychedelic tranquility. The band is lyrically driven by
themes of environmental psychology, disgust for spiritual
proselytization and the inherent beauty in the tribal instinct of
mankind."
Seriously it's that good. http://www.facebook.com/fireinthecave http://fireinthecave.bandcamp.com/album/fire-in-the-cave
This 7" from Finland's Raw Radar War is what you want from your war themed death metal. You might want the songs to be longer than their grindcore lengths on this short release but they pack a punch and make sense with its crust influences. WWII themes based on Finland's role in the war pervade the lyrics in songs like "Defend Finland" and "This Is What A Knife Is For." If you liked Hail of Bullet's latest album you will like this EP. This would be suggested reading while listening to On A Field of White.
Well here is an early 90s compilation you want to have. When bands like Iskra, Darkthrone (later material), Extreme Noise Terror, Disfear, Dishammer, and Elitist having significant crust punk influences it's hard not to take a look at pure crust punk. I guarantee this will make the right listener trust the crust. The 1993 compilation, which I can say I got into because of Disfear, is an excellent introduction to the music of our crusty allies. Bands include Crude S.S., Eternal Torment, Heresy, and No Security. All songs but one are below the 5:00 mark. Lots of 1-2 minute catchy D-beat style songs thrown in for good listening as well. Altogether it is comprised almost an hour of abrasive, heavy, punk tunes that sound more metal than punk. Enjoy.
My fellow metal colleague and host of this blog, Judge Shredd, once explained to me that black metal can vaguely be classified as "frozen crypt" black metal or "dark forest/swamp/nature/mountains" black metal. I immediately knew what he was talking about, but neither of us could firmly articulate what classifies a particular recording as one or the other. The aesthetics and art style of the band usually gives some clue, but even in the absence of such images listeners can usually agree on "forest" or "crypt". Mayhem, for instance, is resolutely in the "crypt" group; it would seem out of place otherwise. Likewise, Wolves in the Throne room doesn't conjure images of the spirits of ancient kings haunting catacombs. Another common thread worth noting is that black metal bands which focus on contemplative atmospherics, ambience, and painting an aural picture are nearly always of the "forest" group (one exception I can think of off the top of my head is Elysian Blaze). October Turns...Ruined another exception to the trend; creating an enveloping, morose brand of black/doom metal from a diverse range of influences while mainting a great deal of originality and avoiding many of the cartoonish cliches that plague the ambient black metal and doom metal genres.
Describing a very obscure release like this usually warrants comparisons to other groups or albums, but that's difficult in the case of October Turns...Ruined. At any given moment, the listener will be hearing 1991 nordic style riffs, but in the same track there will be funeral doom paced chaotic dissonance, evil sounding acoustic guitars, or tranquil ambient sections. Despite bouncing around stylstically, the music never has a jagged feeling and all of the transitions feel fluid and unforced. "Melancholy", for instance, integrates many different moods and paces, but nothing feels out of place or contrived. I'm usually weary of ambient elements being used in black metal, as it often gives musicians an excuse to repeat the same thing over and over again. Anyone remember Velvet Cacoon's 1-2 note ambient tracks that went on for 25 minutes? Uvall stays away from this, the most "ambient" track, "End", is 15 minutes in duration, yet stays constantly varied and interesting while still being very laid back and immersive.
The vocals are done solely in the black metal style. The vocals are tasteful and not particularly abrasive or odd. They actually have minimal presence overall and don't detract or add anything major. The guitar and drum work is predominantly slow and doomy with a few mid-tempo section, and maintaining a very "evil" atmosphere and feel throughout. One thing to note is that the production quality is extremely high for a release this obscure and in this genre. Everything is completely clear and crisp. I was surprised to discover after that this was a 1 man project after I had several listens to the album.
Overall a very solid release which takes some of the best aspects of black metal and doom metal and brings them together while adding creative and original flare.
Shut the fuck up and hear me out: People love to shit on this album, and to some extent I understand. I mean look at these fucking guys:
I know that people wanted Cold Lake to be another Morbid Tales or at least Into the Pandemonium. And it definately is Frost's worst but a 4% on Metal-Archives? Not to me. This makes me think that most of the detractors havent really listened to the album. Mabe they just heard "Cherry Orchards" or saw the band photos and wrote off the album as a sellout. Maybe they named their parent's basement Gravehill. Whatever their motives it is a classic case of people expecting a band to keep making the same album over and over again. Even Tom G. Warrior has disavowed the album, but what? Did they put hairspray on him while he was asleep? Is that not him in an acid washed canadian tuxedo, fingerless gloves and calculator watch? Did he not sing "Seep from lace. Roses for an unborn face"?
But G-Zeus if this album isn't that bad. It sucks, but it's not terrible. Forget all the hairspray, lip gloss and canadian tuxedos: Its still a Celtic Frost album. Even though they try so hard to be Whitesnake or Motley Crue, they still can't not be Frost. Even with the fancy production, slick soloz and songs about Marylin Monroe, its still has Tomas Gabriel Warrior singing and playing guitar. He yells "hey" at random points in songs and the band as a whole just aren't good enough musicians to play hair metal convincingly. They come across more as Celtic Frost aping classic NWOBHM riffage with an effeminate troll singing. That's OK in my book.
Some songs are fucking awful: "Tease Me," "Petty Obsession" and "Little Velvet" stand out and the rap intro sets new standards of terribleness, but "Cherry Orchards" "Seduce Me Tonight" and "Downtown Hanoi" are great songs if anybody but Frost did them.
This is not a good album, especially compared to everything else Frost had done before or since, but if you're like me and don't mind some ozone layer depletinghair metal now and then, give it a spin. I just can't bring myself to hate this album: a solid 45% in my book.
