I’ve been spending more time than usual over the holidays with IntoTheDarkness, one of the two other people who were with me at NCS when we started this site, but one who has found many other things to do with his life than write for NCS, despite my nagging (yeah, amazingly, he has a life). I got an earful from him yesterday. He thinks I’ve become a “metal elitist”, that I’ve fallen sway to the influence of NCS readers, and spend too much of my time listening to things like . . . black metal.
In particular, he thinks I’ve completely turned my back on music I used to like (along with him), such as deathcore. He sends me band names every now and then, and has discovered that I don’t listen to them. I try to explain that my listening time just seems to evaporate. In general, this is the big problem with life: If you really try to live it, instead of letting it live you, there’s just not enough fucking time. This excuse fell on deaf ears.
Well, I’m going to prove him wrong soon. But not at the immediate moment. I’m afraid this post may simply reinforce his conclusions. Except, I do ask myself this: can you really call a mole who burrows deeper into the metal underground an elitist? That doesn’t sound right. There should be a different word for a burrowing metal mole (other than the obvious word — filthy). And besides, what is a metal elitist anyway? I’ve never thought of myself that way. After all, I pop wood for every metal band on the planet. Someone said that about me once.
Where was I? Oh yeah. So yesterday, a friend asked me for recommendations about metal blogs to read. Two of the many names I gave him were The Living Doorway and From the Dust Returned. These are blogs I don’t read nearly as often as I’d like (see above about not enuf fucking time). They tend to cover metal that’s even deeper underground than my burrowing has yet taken me; I don’t recognize many of the bands they write about, but the writing is so damned good that I like to read them anyway.
I read them yesterday, for example. In doing so, I made two wicked discoveries which got me so enthused that I feel compelled to share: music from Wrathprayer and Antichrist. Mind you, I knew nothing about either of these bands before yesterday. I still don’t know much — except I know I like the music I’ve heard.
Wrathprayer is from Rancagua, Chile. This may be the first Chilean metal band I’ve heard. According to Metal Archives, they have two demo’s to their credit, from 2009 and 2010. JGD at The Living Doorway reviewed the 2009 demo. Here’s a few choice words: “Sounds like they were born and raised in the basement of a heavy metal bar, or at least, you know, used it as a recording studio for this demo. Ominously lo-fi and dripping with disease . . .”
And then there was yesterday. It appears Wrathprayer is about to deliver an album, called The Son of Moloch, on the eminent Nuclear War Now label. Actually, that’s the short title. The full title is this:
The Son of Moloch: The Sublimation of Sulphur’s Essence Which Spawns Death and Life
I pondered briefly about what the essence of sulphur might be, knowing only that the sublimation of it spawns death and life. But I didn’t ponder too long, because Nuclear War Now has unleashed a song from the album on their Bandcamp page, which The Living Doorway featured, with these words: “We are fucking amped on this.” Having heard the song, I am fucking amped on this, too. Burrow down into the filth, with full ampage running through your primitive brainstems:
Antichrist is from Växjö, Sweden. As in the case of Wrathprayer, they’re a young band, with a debut album released in September on High Roller Records called Forbidden World. The master of From the Dust Returned, autothrall, wrote that listening to the album was “some of the most fun I’ve had all year” in the genre of blackened thrash. His verdict on the album was “Epic Win” with a rating of 9.75/10. Here’s an excerpt from the review:
Imagine if you might pick around in the time stream of the 80s and draw forth the very best elements of Destruction’s Sentence of Death, Kreator’s Pleasure to Kill, Slayer’s Hell Awaits, Bathory’s first few albums, vintage Possessed and Venom’s Welcome to Hell and then breed them together for several generations in some dank, forgotten kennel in a corner of Hell. About a century hence, or rather 20 years give or take, the offspring of their offspring finally emerge from some crack into the mortal purgatory and unleash the devil’s music upon the unsuspecting. Forbidden World is not ‘news’, perhaps, and hundreds of other bands have followed a similar path, but treacherously few with such ripping, diabolic finesse.
With words like that, I really couldn’t resist getting at least a taste of Forbidden World. Dayam-nation, was that a tasty taste! The infernal riffery! The echoing, ass-hair-on-fire vocals! The speeeeeeeed! Thank you mr. authothrall sir. Here are a couple of the songs that I heard last night before the demon alcohol got me in a crushing headlock:
“Sign of the Beast”[audio:https://www.nocleansinging.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/08-Sign-of-the-Beast.mp3|titles=Antichrist – Sign of the Beast]
“Necropolis”[audio:https://www.nocleansinging.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/05-Necropolis.mp3|titles=Antichrist – Necropolis]
So, about that metal elitist thing. Am I, or am I not? And what does it mean anyway? And what did you think of these bands? And what do you think will fix a thermonuclear hangover?