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Hark all ye brethren
of sacred noize, all ye netherlords and the necro whores who call them
daddy! I am you. To breathe is to be a metalhead. Every moment I am still
riding roughshod and Panzer-loaded across this wasteland called America I
summon the clarion call, the demon bells & the roar of ragnarok. My pen is
my AK-47 and I see too many enemies trying to claim the sacred noize as
theirs. This is where we burn them, THIS is where we shut them
down. Sleazegrinder beckoned and opened the gates for my battle scarred
body to enter and seek sanctuary within. My metalbrother saw me out in the
wasteland, a shell-shocked berserker gone insane from too many massacres.
He bid me welcome and set a place at his barbed wire table. I cleaned my
wounds, let the poisons of the mundane & the thought police sweat out of
my soul and stain the carpets black. We prayed together and heard the
words of the gods. Lemmy, Cronos, Zodiac grant us the
privilege of speaking the truth to those who might otherwise go deaf. If
we should fall in our holy war let us find paradise within the fleshy
folds of Elvira's bosom and taste the martyr's nectar between Wendy O's
thighs. My hour of reckoning is at hand and it is time to become a
warrior - LAY DOWN YOUR SOULS TO THE GODS ROCK & ROLL YOU BASTARD SONS
OF MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!
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CRAFT Fuck The Universe
Southern Lord
You're walking
blindly through the white flake hell of another Northern winter. The panic
attacks have redlined you into a walking, violent, open wound and the only
thing remotely visible through the suicidal ice ballet is pure hate in
human form calling you to come and kill with it. The laughter you feel
pouring out of your lungs becomes the wolf's cry as it reaches the January
air. You run with the strength of ten to embrace your destiny only to hear
the shattering glass cut you apart. That'll teach you to listen to
CRAFT in a snowstorm and check yourself out as you play air guitar in
front of a stained glass window. Right
now, this is on a fast track to record of the year.
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CATHETER Dimension 303
Self Made God
Relentless attacker
visions from the well of righteous anger burst through my memory when I
hit play. I'm back at summer camp when I was 10 and that little fucking
cocksucker Richie Mendenzes is crying as dark, thick, knockout-punch blood
bubbles from his piggy nose. And I feel like Conan, Gene Simmons and Terry
O'Reilly all wrapped up in the body of a fat little kid from Brookline.
The rest of the cabin is truly paralyzed with terror & disbelief. This was
the day the bully went down. I've had a thousand ass whuppings dealt my
way before & after that fateful day but I'll never forget the feeling of
pure joy as I machine-gunned my fat little fists into that piece of shits
face over & over & over again. Until I start doing coke again this
CATHETER will fill the void.
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THE GATES Total Death
Leafhound
There was glorious
time in metal & punk when you could throw on your latest obscure 7" ep
purchase and whether they had mohawks or hair down to their ass it was
born of the same crusty denim vested bitches womb. Equal parts
MOTORHEAD, DISCHARGE, VENOM & WARFARE here come
THE GATES. Not one original bone in their samurai bodies but they take
the four riffs and mash 'em up a bunch of different ways to make it work.
When I crank this puppy up I'm 15 again and this is the band I would
imagine I was in as I drank beer and acted like a reject from the Young
Ones. Get a good riff, play it fifteen times, get another, repeat, speed
up or slow down riff one = song. Perfect, next! Everything old is new
again.
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GRAVELAND Fire Chariot Of
Destruction
No Colours
Over in Poland,
where the mad genius behind this Pagan war hymnal resides, there is an
annual Viking festival that is held on the island of Woln and lately I
long to be at one of these more than my other fantasy of headlining the
DYNAMO Festival. We're not talking about some eight sided dice 'hey
nonny-nonny' Bud Light in a plastic horn
farce. I'm talking about a few hundred real serious Pagan fighting clubs
getting together and smashing seven shades of shit out of each other in
the name of the gods .Every one there looks like they fell off of a
mid-period BATHORY album cover and after the busting of heads they
throw a feast/drunken rampage worthy of a Joey DeMaio bass solo. I can't
believe that in my entire life I would have ever thought Poland was cool.
Well, fuck me runnin'. It is, and so is this music. Corny as it may seem,
this is very stirring ,emotional and brilliantly executed metal. If you
don't share the Northern European heritage or the East/Slav heritage you
might not get the same pleasure out of this but any one who has a
warrior's spirit will be drawn to the battle cry.
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WOJCZECH Sedimente
Self Made God
I wasn't expecting
too much when I popped it in. That's what all the ladies tell
me-B-B-B-B-B-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -Z-ZIIIIIIIIIIIIII*cough*IIII-I-N-G! A
darker metal tinged grind band that I will recommend with the caveat
emptor that I'm really not a huge fan of this genre. So for any of you
Grind Bastards fool enough to hang on my word as law proceed with caution.
You know what? Fuck that pussy review/escape hatch! I like this, I don't
know if they're cool enough or smart or fuckable or whatever. I like this.
Trust your ears, not mine.
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OCEAN Here Where Nothing
Grows
Important
This starts with a
beginning riff lifted from CELTIC FROST's 'To Mega Therion'-
'Innocence & Wrath'. Played here like it was being covered by
KHANATE.I don't know if this is a good thing yet. I have a
preconceived notion that these guys might be Brown Pants Metal - BPM is
what you would find on Hydra Head, Tortuga, Neurot, Ipecac .A bunch of
clever rich kids trying way too hard to be 'smart' and 'different'. Which
means that they wear brown pants, have big ear lobes and put bugs and
schematic designs on their t-shirts instead of pentagrams & grim reapers.
In actuality, I heartily endorse innovation and enjoy a ton of music
released by the previously mentioned
labels. But, I also cannot stand snobs diluting my beloved metal with
hipster pretension and then trying to sell it back to the very kids they
mock. After a serious listen with my mind as open as my closed mind can
be, the verdict read is this; I don't think OCEAN are full of shit,
they just bore the living shit out of me.
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PORTAL Seepia
Profound Lore
I didn't know you could get away with brown pants in black metal.
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HAEMOTH Kontamination The End
It's such a fucking
pleasure to get knocked on your ass by real grim, hateful black metal. The
aggression & animosity conveyed by HAEMOTH are a perfect example of
why black metal consumed me in the mid-nineties. It's so easy to do this
badly. And get away with it because bedroom Euronymous's are too
chickenshit or embarrassed to admit the kvlt digi-pack limited release
they just bid on from EBay is a big pile of shit. If you care about
something you fight for it. And you sure as hell don't call yourself black
metal when you have the intelligence of the herd and the spine of a
lemming. Embrace contamination. And fight for what you believe in.
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ANTIGAMA Zeroland
Self Made God
MORBID BUNGLE. BPM
ist scheisse. And just because you try and rip off Snake from VOIVOD's
clean vocals doesn't mean I'm so metalically needy that you can get away
with it.
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WOLD L.O.T.M.P.
Profound Lore
Harsh, nihilist
ritual music from the Great White North. Something very thought out and
impressive is going on underneath the layers of fuzz. A definite headphone
listening effort. WOLD is a singular, disturbing enigma. I don't
get the impression that those involved were trying to follow any rule book
or dopplegaang their heroes. A very interesting record from a thought
provoking & mysterious collective. A welcome nightmare indeed.
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ONDSKAPT Dodens Evangelium
Next Horizon
The rantings of
the last villager left in line to be hung for the crime of being alive.
Desperate, horrified, Bruce Dickinson this ain't. ________________________________________________________
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