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Sep 112015
 

Black Breath-Slaves Beyond Death

 

(Leperkahn steps forward to shoulder round-up duty — and there have been so many noteworthy new songs over the last few days that he’s stepping forward with a three-part post, to which Austin Weber and your humble editor will also be adding a fourth and maybe a fifth before we’re done today.)

I’ve been meaning to get an album review out at some point (don’t have anything written currently, though I will say that you should go and preorder Horrendous’s upcoming album Anareta immediately if you know what’s good for you), but in the meantime an ungodly amount of new tidbits turned up on the web in the last couple days.

Considering that Islander is slaving away in Anchorage for however long his reptilian overlords command him to, I figure I’d take another stab at covering a few of them – and by a few, I mean fifteen. For your sanity (and perhaps mine, though that might be a lost cause), I’ve divided it up into three posts. We’ll go alphabetically, since there’s way too much stuff for me to want to find any other type of pattern. Continue reading »

Sep 102015
 

Bleed-The Hatred Inside

 

Are you feeling kind of sluggish and bored? Are the people around you making you yawn and/or want to strangle them? Could you use a full-throttle adrenaline ride and the opportunity to yell “MARCH MARCH MARCH KILL KILL KILL” for all your worth? Okay, we can arrange that right now — because we’re bringing you the premiere of “Hate March Kill” by the band Blëed from Edmonton, Canada.

The song comes from the band’s new album The Hatred Inside, which will be released on September 29. And it will definitely get your engine running. Continue reading »

Sep 102015
 

Locrian

 

Relapse Record released the latest album by the Chicago-Baltimore experimental trio Locrian in late July. Entitled Infinite Dissolution, it’s a concept album based on the frightening (but all too plausible) prospect that the world is on the brink of a new wave of mass extinction of species, one that could lead to the extinction of our own.

The album is richly varied in its sound, both harsh and sublime. Through music, it traces a narrative inspired by the album’s disturbing central idea. Perhaps unexpectedly, the album’s penultimate song, “Heavy Waters”, is buoyant and bright, a shimmering, uplifting, cathartic piece — something you could dance to.  It could be seen as a hopeful possibility — the chance of a rebirth for life if (and maybe it’s just a question of when) humanity succeeds in wrecking all that’s around us now.

“Heavy Waters” has been out for months, of course, but what we have for you today is brand new — the premiere of a mind-bending video created by George Moore, an abstract interpretation of the music that’s as much fun to watch as the music is to hear. Continue reading »

Sep 102015
 

Gorod-A Maze of Recycled Creeds

 

(Andy Synn reviews the eagerly awaited new album by Gorod.)

In the hallowed halls of Tech-Death, some names resonate louder than others. Names like NecrophagistSpawn of PossessionObscuraBeyond Creation… these are the modern masters and living legends towards whom so many budding fretboard fanatics pay tribute.

This is far from a comprehensive list of course (“no Arsis/Anata???”, I hear you cry), not least because it omits the name of Gallic string-slingers Gorod, who have returned once more to try to claim their own place amongst the pantheon of the immortals with their latest album, A Maze of Recycled Creeds.

To be fair to them, the French fivesome have been teetering on the edge of greatness for almost as long as I can remember, and there’s more than a few folks out there who’d insist (with good cause) that the band belong firmly on the list with all the Tech-Death demigods whom I’ve mentioned above, but it remains to be seen whether or not A Maze of Recycled Creeds is going to be the album to finally garner the band a permanent place in the upper echelons. Continue reading »

Sep 102015
 

Shepherd - 1

 

(Comrade Aleks has interviewed dozens of bands from all over the world, and we have published many of them. This is the first one in which the subject told us to fuck off.)

Shepherd is a band of cocky dudes from Bangalore, India. This stoner doom outfit also has some sludgy influences and approach, and you can easily find it in their debut full-length album Stereolithic Riffalocalypse, which was released by Shepherd themselves in March 2015. Does this record have any surprises for listeners? What’s new in the Indian underground? Let’s ask Deepak Raghu (drums, vocals).

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Sep 092015
 

Obake - Eraldo Bernocchi

 

(Comrade Aleks brings us this interview with guitarist Eraldo Bernocchi of Italy’s Obake.)

We’ve mentioned the Italian experimental band Obake twice on NCS. First, it was the big doom quiz in July 2015 and then that article about rituals performed in music. Well, Obake released the new album Mutations in the fall of 2014 and a year has passed, but I’ve decided to put out this brief interview with Eraldo Bernocchi (guitars).

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Hello Eraldo! The new Obake album Mutations was released a year ago. How would you rate your own professional progress gained with that record?

Mutations is the natural evolution of the first album. We are tighter; we are a full time band now, where before Obake was more a project. The tracks are more structured, there’s a clearer path. Kaos has a method.

 

Those three songs which I heard are really more complex, more energetic, and heavier than those which you recorded for Obake’s first album. With what kind of feelings and expectations did you compose these songs?

Nothing expected, nothing felt. Energy, it’s all about energy. If we feel it in the studio we continue composing. We aim to be even heavier if possible. Continue reading »

Sep 092015
 

Fractal Generator-Apotheosynthesis

 

Sometimes the name that a band chooses for itself can be a significant clue to the kind of music they make. The name Fractal Generator sounds kind of cybernetic and machine-like, although fractal repeating patterns across multiple scales of size are evident in nature as well as mathematics. But then consider further that the members of this band from Sudbury in Ontario, Canada, identify themselves by number: 040118180514 (bass, vocals), 040114090512 (drums), and 102119200914 (guitar, vocals). And then consider that the name of their debut album is Apotheosynthesis.

It may be fun to speculate about what all these names signify about the music, but I’m afraid we’re going to spoil some of the fun by premiering a Fractal Generator song from the new album. The song’s name is “Face of the Apocalypse”. It may not sound exactly like what you’re guessing. Continue reading »

Sep 092015
 

Days Without Names

 

(Here’s Grant Skelton’s review of the new album by Vials of Wrath.)

“One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:–
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.”

William Wordsworth, “The Tables Turned”

I initially caught wind of Vials Of Wrath with their 2013 release Seeking Refuge. That album was one of my first forays into black metal, particularly with atmospheric leanings. It was a genre I had not explored because I had decided that I did not like it. Since becoming a lurker here at NCS, I’ve adopted a much more fluid “listen to anything once” policy. The reason for this is that I’ve been proven wrong on more than one occasion. I’d convinced myself that I did not like a genre/band/release. Upon repeat listens, I’ve found my musical horizons broadened, thus evolving my metal palate. Continue reading »

Sep 092015
 

WIndfaerer-Tenebrosum small

 

(Over in the list of Categories on the right side of the page, I’ve kept alive one called “Phro’s Posts“, hoping that one day our old friend would come back to us — and so he has. Here’s Phro’s review of the new album by New Jersey’s Windfaerer.)

Tenebrosum, Windfaerer’s newest album, is seven tracks of pure frigid despair that could be summed up with three adjectives: Melancholy, punishing, and fierce. When you get the album on September 22 (which you absolutely must, whether you think you like black metal or not), wait for a cold, rainy day to listen to it. Tell everyone to leave you alone for an hour and grab your best headphones, preferably a pair with a relatively flat but accurate frequency response. Find an empty room with a single window, turn out all the lights, and sit in the grey light of the afternoon. Then, press play and close your eyes.

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The plane rattles with the kind of turbulence you’ve only seen in movies. Smoky clouds whip by the windows and the sobs of terrified passengers fill the cabin. Alarms blare for a moment and then everything disappears…

When you open your eyes, you’re neck deep in snow. The wreckage of your plane writhes a hundred meters away, hungry flames licking at the cabin. The shrieks of someone dying reach your ears before falling silent a moment later when the fire stretches out and engulfs the plane’s skeletal remains. Continue reading »

Sep 092015
 

Dawn Olaniyi-Frustrated
“Frustrated” by Dawn Olaniyi

I think most people who know me would say I have a sunny disposition. I’ve thought about why this is, but I’m not sure whether it’s genetic, or the fact that I received a lot of familial support while my frontal lobes were developing, or because over time I’ve randomly been dealt lots of good hands by the uncaring cosmos — or some combination of these or other factors.

I do think about this from time to time, because it seems that most of my friends seem to have a 50/50 split between sunny and sour, and some seem to be sour most of the time — which I would guess is more par-for-the-course among the great mass of humanity as a whole. I still like all of my sour friends, and feel a strange compulsion to try to make them feel sunnier.

But even I, with a sunny disposition of indeterminate origin, have sour days. I had one yesterday, and it’s going to roll right into this day like the stench from a West Texas feedlot. Continue reading »