Jan 012016

Bonfire on Hanalei bay


I don’t know how many actual mothers actually stop here, but we welcome them.  At the same time, what I really wanted to say in the title of this post was…

… “Happy New Year, All You Motherfuckers”, because that’s what Frank the Tank would say. (Hail Suffocation.)

But some small percentage of our visitors will find this post via a status I’ll post on Facebook, and our Facebook overlords get their buttholes in a pucker when you use a word like “motherfucker”, at least if you have even one douchebag follower whose life is so bereft of meaning that they report people who use words that would cause the children they will never have to turn cross-eyed, at least until those fictional children get older and realize the true meaning of the word “motherfuckers” when contemplating their parents.

Of course, I would have used the word “motherfucker” in the most affectionate of senses, just like Frank would, and just as my own closest friends have regularly used that word in referring to me, especially when I have done something to them that calls for strong language. I know they’re just being affectionate.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, New Year. I really do hope all you motherfuckers have a great 2016. You can’t count on a great 2016, because the great dice roll of life could lay you low, without warning and without so much as a reach-around. But even though my own hopes don’t count for much, I still hope you have more good times than bad ones in the 12 months that are now beginning,

I’ll tell you one thing I can guarantee about 2016: There will be as much fantastic metal as there was this last year, because not a goddamned thing can squelch creativity. Even being laid low can spark creativity in metal, as we all know.


New Years Eve 2015-Elliott Bay-Seattle


There’s a tradition at the launch of the New Year, when we are expected to make resolutions. Honestly, I don’t know who expects this. Fuck them. There’s no sense in this tradition at all. Yet I’m as brainwashed by it as anyone else.

Yesterday, while I was buying my peculiar brand of cigarettes at one of the few goddamned places that sell them, the dude ringing up the price volunteered his own New Year’s resolution. Seriously, I didn’t say anything but “Happy New Year” to him, and he volunteered this:

“Do you make New Year’s resolutions? I do. And my resolution is a wish. I want to be able to say, ‘I can’t believe this is happening to me,’ and mean it.”

I had to think about that, undoubtedly with a deer-in-the-headlights look on my face, as he counted out my change.

I say, “I can’t believe this is happening to me,” all the goddamned time. But when I say it, it’s just  figure of speech, because I really can believe it’s happening to me. When the shit rains down on you like a 1,000-year storm, as it sometimes does, you know it’s happening and you can believe it and nothing you will say can make you dry. Disbelieving it is usually not a great strategy for surmounting problems.

But I guess I get the point: If you really can’t believe it, if you have trained your mind to disbelieve it, then I suppose you can move on. There are other ways to move on, but who am I to pass judgment on any kind of fantasy that gets you through the day? Not me, motherfuckers.


Lake McDonald-Glacier Natl Park-Montana


It would be nice, as each new year begins, not to think about what kind of shit might force its way down your gullet in the new year. It would be nice to expect nothing but 12 months of good times. But no one gets that — no one.

What we all get is a mixture of poison and sunlight, and what we need is the ability to draw joy from the sunlight and the strength to survive the poison, and if we can draw some measure of joy from the poison, too — well, fuck, that’s the strategy for living the good life, ain’t it?


Arkhamin Kirjasto - Torches Ablaze


Sometimes at this time of year a song pops into my head, unbidden. This year, it was the first song you’ll hear below, by Arkhamin Kirjasto. I included it in our Most Infectious Song list in 2012, and that was a good call, because it popped into my head at this artificial turning point in life three years later. That makes it infectious, doesn’t it? Damn well it does.

And if you want some goddamned metal lyrics, you motherfuckers, read them as you listen (they’re right below the YouTube stream).




Also below you will find a New Year’s Day gift — a new release named Hyperion by Krallice that appeared today. Like their last one (2015’s wild Ygg Huur), this new one just appeared out of the blue on Bandcamp (here), with no warning or promotion. The Bandcamp notes say that the songs were recorded in July 2013. Wonder what else these dudes are sitting on, waiting for the right time to spring them on their fans. Anyway, check that out below and let us know what you think.


Dar-Kręte drogi


Finally, I’ve also embedded below the stream of a song named “Dar“. It comes from a 2015 debut EP, entitled Kręte drogi, by the Polish black metal band Death like Mass. It’s the only one of the five songs from the EP that’s on Bandcamp (where it’s a free download), and I haven’t figured out where to get the EP as a whole — but I will continue searching, because this song is a killer.



We look forward to spending time with you in 2016, just as we did last year. Rock on. Motherfuckers.

P.S. We have more Infectious Songs from 2015, and more 2015 year-end lists, and we will resume those roll-outs on Monday. In the meantime, I will continue to post some shit like this.



In the dead of night the cult is born
the Cult of No Return
the darkness is what they will serve

they gather around the fire
they abandon their hopes
they release their souls

they form a line
it’s the time

the line is long
the line is strong
the line keeps them alive
until they drink the wine

they swear the oath
they taste the blood
they smear it on their face
the torches are ablaze

the end of line
it’s the time

The Cult of No Return
this time you will burn




  1. First of all Happy New Year brother!! I hope it is a great one for you and all of us. Definitely see the significance in the “I can’t believe this is happening” statement. It’s kind of deep but makes sense.I had almost sent you an E Mail about the Krallice but remembered we are on the same page and probably seen it the same time. I swear as hard as it has been launching my own site I still feel drawn to this one and so much so that I’d rather be a part of this Family and maybe get a chance to contribute in the future.I plan on posting my best of 2015 list today as well. I always wait till the first to make my opinions known. I love NCS so much and look forward to more killer posts and (possibly) a bench warmer position in the future….lol! Much love and respect your way! Cheers!! \M/\M/

  2. new Skaphe soon!
    new Wormed soon!
    All Hail 2016!

  3. WORMED!!

  4. This bad motherfucker says thank you and finally a new year in music and reviews starts again here at No Clean Singing. I’m curious to hear and read what you will share, especially Black and Death Metal If I have to think about two of my favourite genres, keep it up and spread some more poison!

  5. Happy new year NCS/ NCS readers!

    • Happy New Year to you too!

    • Thank you, I have a bottle beer on my hand, cheers!

      • I’m sipping Jack, so cheers! I found this quote on the bottle, which I think fits this post:
        “Every day we make it, we’ll make it the best we can.”
        Here’s to all ye motherfucker! May ye enjoy metal, prosper and avoid tinnitus in the new year.

        • The quote is appropriate indeed, enjoy your Jack and I hope to read some reviews of your as I hope that you will inform us about bands from your homeland, for example I know that Urgehal are coming on our way this year!

          • Dang, you just reminded me that I have a list of under the radar shit that I haven’t even started on. I also have a few 2015 albums to write about, as well as new 2016 stuff and more than 100x 2015 promos to bury quietly in my back yard. And than it’s that motherfucking list…
            That’s what you get for wasting time with family during the ho, ho, holidays.
            Without some Jack in my veins, I’d probably have a heart attack right about now 😉

  6. Shit, I need to write up my list already. All of my excuses are gone now that it’s 2016.

    • I’ve only managed to trim the albums I’ve heard down to 199 possible candidates this far, and I’ve got a shitload of other stuff to do. I don’t know when (or even IF) I’ll ever get around to pick and choose between all these.

  7. I’m just glad the overwhelming year-end list mania fanaticism is over and done with for another 11 months and can look forward to new reviews and discover new releases again!

  8. Happy New Year, Motherfuckers!

  9. Happy New Year assholes (I dont call people motherfuckers because Im classy like that)

  10. Happy new year from Down Under \m/

  11. Happy New Year Fuckers!!!! Great shit coming up this year. Only 1 more month til the Northwest Famine Fest with Coffins and Noothgrush!!!!

  12. Happy New Year, motherfucker! I’m starting 2016 feeling much better! I don’t have a resolution but I can share this; some former bandmates recently shared digitized versions of a bunch of songs I wrote over 25 years ago and one of them perfectly summed up how I feel about the beginning of another year. “I’m Still Alive”. 🙂

  13. Happy New Year NCS! Some fine philosophical observations here. Like you, I’ll be hoping for good times.. but if not, I’ll keep at it until the poison devours me 😉

  14. The first thing I thought about the comment of the guy who sold cigs is that he meant “quit smoking, otherwise you’ll get sick and you’ll be like : I can’t believe this is happening to me “. Haha not judging (I have the habit myself too), but just the first thing that sprang in mind.

    Anyways, happy fucking new year to y’all! As my new year resolution I’ll continue to check out this site daily, as I have in 2015.

    • I see the guy about once a week to buy cigs, and he’s less than half my age, working in a place that sells lots of cigs, so I doubt he was judging my habit. What specifically he may have had in mind is a complete mystery to me, and I had this strong instinct that unless I wanted to be there for another half hour, it would be better not to ask. 🙂

  15. Happy new year to you, too, mofo! Whatever 2016 brings, I know I can come to NCS for ace writing, recommendations, and methods for purging the poison and celebrating the sunlight. All the best to you & yours!

  16. That Krallice EP is apparently the result of a planned split with Blut Aus Nord that fell apart for some reason. If anyone knows more about that I’d love to know what happened!

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