Blut
Aus Nord 777-The
Desantification Debemur Morti
Blut
Aus Nord is a strange animal; their distance from the “scene”
enables them freedoms that many can only speak of. Having that absolute
freedom leads them down bizarre and unique paths allowing them to
drop trip-hop beats alongside Middle Eastern guitar passages within
a black metal construct. The 2nd installment of the 777 trilogy
leads with slower and more deliberate steps to the dark and nightmarish
places Vindsval continues to obsessively create. Again, Blut
Aus Nord masterfully straddles mechanized coldness with
organic fluidity. The Desanctification, unlike
the preceding album, does not blaze down the corridors of nightmares
but slowly and methodically walks you through ,allowing you time
to truly know the horrors put before you. (10/10)bob
Brutal
Truth End Time
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You
know what Brutal Truth sounds like and what can
be said about Brutal Truth that hasn’t
been said already? And what can Brutal Truth
say that they haven’t said before? I’m not sure, but
they won’t stop screaming it in our faces album after album.
Honing down the lethal edge of their discordant grind to a ridiculous
level of perfection, in fact, perfecting their art so well it’s
almost static, almost. One would be hard pressed to see where
Brutal Truth has deviated since Extreme Conditions...
and with End Times, Brutal Truth
continues to reiterate unrelenting, often poetic brutality.
End Time is a masterfully crafted grind album made by
the grandpappys of the genre .If you are in dire need of having
your face peeled the fuck off End Time is here
for you. DEVIL! (10/10)bob
Chthonic
Takasago
Island
Spinefarm
To
start a novelty metal act, just pick a culture to exploit, use ancestral/indigenous
instrumentation of that culture in the most rudimentary manner,
get a costume to reflect a myopic yet recognizable aspect of your
ancestors and rock the fuck out. You can find a symphonic/blackened/homogenized
death metal band with the theme of dead cultures from dozens of
countries. Pirate, Native American, Viking, Eskimo, you name the
expired civilization and there will be a band using its mythos and
aesthetic. It's as simple as looking some shit up on Wikipedia and
then heading to the costume shop.POOF! Point is, this is novelty
music and unless you are Weird Al Yankovic (or Bjorn Hellfuck),
novelty music, metal or otherwise is just that, novel .In my opinion
band's like this ,no matter what angle they take or what culture
they trivialize won't stand the test of time, won't make a lasting
impression and is in a word, lame. The songs are like taking the
short bus through Chinatown in the center of Generic City. Can Chthonic
play metal? Sure, but I can also drive a truck, does that make me
a truck driver? Point being, this is as metal as playing distorted
guitars and blast beats can make it , in other words the elements
are there but it's just a vehicle for their lame schtick. I gave
them a .5 rating because I like to look at their scary make up and
they have never caused me any physical harm. I do not wish the members
any specific ill will nor do I doubt they can play their instruments
better than I, but I find this sort of gimmicky ass music tiresome.
Maybe I need a nap or maybe metal can be a goddamn circus? Either
way, Takasago Island is an overproduced, keyboard heavy, originality
light, black/death/traditional metal mix bag of crap, go buy it.
(0.5/10)bob
Fuck
the Facts Die Miserable
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Fuck
the Facts
is a freak show, a well-oiled and surgically precise freak show.
Call them what you want, they obviously walk the side of grind sometimes
bordering on the math-rock side of the fence but never abandoning
the classically metal sensibilities .Die Miserable ‘s schizophrenic
violent assault blitzkriegs your face only to drop your ass into
a dissonant head spin and THEN drop a groove on
your genitals so goddamn heavy you can’t ignore it and must
destroy everything and all those around you. When FTF grooves it
gets fuckin ugly. Utilizing changes and dynamics that are prevalent
and typically utilized with far less effectiveness FTF manages to
avoid sailing a sea of cheese and instead find ways of fucking up
grind intelligently yet insanely. (10/10)Bob
The
Atlas Moth An Ache For The Distance
Profound Lore
An
Ache For The Distance is a monumental album, complex and
adventurous while still keeping a well maintained rawness about
it . The Atlas Moth keep their hands dirty and
their feet firmly planted in the Earth while still exploring the
outer realms of heavy music. Thick textured rhythms are accompanied
by an ethereal bed of keyboards and lead by the immensely powerful
and varied vocals .I don’t care what the ID tags say on my
itunes this isn’t sludge or stoner metal, which would imply
limits that just do not exist for this band. The Atlas Moth
bludgeons but never bores, weaves beauty without pretention and
wields chaos like a master magician. (10/10)bob
The
Fucking Wrath Tee Pee
If
your band is called The Fucking Wrath then it is my opinion you
better be really, really fucking awesome…no, REALLY FUCKING
awesome. The Fucking Wrath lures you in with a sinister elixir of
serpentine 70’s riffage then pulverizes all under the speeding
metal train. Think St. Vitus bred with Kill’em All era Metallica,
with Rollins fronting. Catchy bong soaked straight up stoner doom
riffs that amazingly never sound tired, an amazing achievement given
Black Sabbath has only so many riffs you can rip off. This is a
band for you if you miss the good old days when Clutch still had
a toe in heavier waters ,not to say you should expect to hear a
Clutch clone, far from it, these songs are far dirtier ,uglier and
more than anything, darker. Not so dark as into be heavy handed
but stained with the natural grimness and grime of life. In fact
it is most likely going to be requirement to have a beer in hand
when jamming this amazingly catchy and bad ass rocking mutha-fuckin
album.(9.5/10)808