BULLET BELTS & BROKEN TEETH
By Goat Thrower

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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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-Goat Thrower

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