Sep 232011
 

(Our guest contributor Trollfiend proves that it’s possible to write a review of Absu’s new album despite self-inflicted traumatic brain injuries.)

(This is a transcription of a recorded conversation taken pre-review at the Gateway Psychiatric Hospital of one ‘Mr. G—-‘, who at the time of this report is in a fully vegetative state after suffering self-inflicted traumatic brain injuries and who is currently only capable of salivating profusely and muttering occult gibberish.  While two speakers are listed here in the transcript, analysis of the recording by audio experts proves conclusively that both ‘voices’ belong to ‘Mr. G—–‘. Given the nature of the ‘responses’, we have dubbed the ‘second speaker’ accordingly.)

Subconscious: I bet you can’t do a review of the entire new Absu album without using the words ‘black’ or ‘metal’.

Me: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

Subconscious: It’s so black.  It’s like darkness raped midnight and this is the ebon spawn that they painted black and buried in the bottom of a disused well shaft in a cave. Continue reading »

Sep 222011
 

This post began, like so many of them do around here, with a recommendation. This recommendation came from a woman who goes by the name Raven Stead. She left a note on our Contact page urging us to listen to a Norwegian black metal band named Blodsgard, and she left links for that purpose.

The first link was to a music video for a song called “Mentalt Minefelt”. The video part of the clip looks like excerpts from a black-and-white silent movie involving nuns, implements of torture, and that fallen angel we’ve heard so much about for millennia, but who knows. What thoroughly grabbed me, however, was not the pictorial part of the video but the music. So I listened to the other songs for which Raven provided links, and fell for it like a chainsawed fir tree reaching for the ground. Just fucking cut off at the roots.

That led to a correspondence with Raven, who has been working as a U.S. representative of the band, which in turn led to downloads of Blodsgard’s music (including several songs that will appear on the band’s debut album) and ultimately to a treat we’re now able to provide NCS readers — a link for the download of new music from this killer band. It’s funny how things work out sometimes if you just go with the flow, particularly when the flow leads to music that so thoroughly seizes your interest, as Blodsgard has for me.

This band started life in 2006 under the direction of Blodsgard’s songwriter, vocalist, and guitarist Fredrik R and now includes drummer Kenneth Mellum (Formloff, Scarvest, Myrkgrav, Mistur) and lyricist Stein Akslen. In its earliest incarnation, Blodsgard created a full-length demo called Nuclear Extinction. Initially, it was created in extremely limited supply for fans, and it sold out quickly, though the band have now made it available for download via their web site. (more after the jump  . . .) Continue reading »

Sep 212011
 

About a month ago we featured some brutal death metal crafted for the purpose of putting you in the right frame of mind for pumping iron in the gym and destroying emo posers at the same time. The name of the project was One Handed Skull Crushing. It was a side project of three musicians in Sweden, though at the time we didn’t divulge their main projects.

It’s now time to do that, at least for one of them. The more serious musical endeavor of bass player Axel Berglund is a Gothenburg band called One Inch Giant, and that band has just self-released their debut album, Malva. The musical style is dramatically different from that of OHSC, and although it may not appeal to all fans of the skull-crushers’ music, I’m been having lots of fun listening to it. As you can see, the album art is also wonderful. It’s by an artist named Emma Ekstam, and it depicts the small realm of Malva, in which all the phenomena described in the lyrics take place. To see more of Ms. Ekstam’s eye candy, go here.

I suppose the music of One Inch Giant is best described as stoner metal, though within that general genre description the six songs on Malva display considerable variety, and you don’t need unusual bladder control to get through them. All the singing is clean and all the songs are distinctively melodic. In fact, some of you might classify some of the songs as bluesy rock instead of metal, though all of them have got a satisfying element of heaviness in company with all the melodic hooks, and some are just flat-out heavy as fuck. (more after the jump . . .) Continue reading »

Sep 202011
 

(Here’s TheMadIsraeli’s promised review of the new self-titled album from Denmark’s Anubis Gate.)

Previously, I asked Islander to post about the new Anubis Gate album streaming (here) and I told you I’d review it, so here we go.  You should just listen to that stream while reading, and you’ll be sold on this without even finishing it.

For the uninitiated, Anubis Gate is a (mostly) 4-piece progressive power metal act hailing from Denmark, with an occasional 5th being added in the person of Invocator’s Jacob Hansen taking the vocal position for shits and giggles.  Hansen appeared on two of the band’s albums, with the other two fronted by a different vocalist, but now on this album vocal duties are handled by bassist Henrik Fevre.  For the initiated, there should be nothing to adapt to here, as Henrik’s voice is completely familiar — you’ve heard him doing backup vocals all the time.

Anubis Gate plays a style of progressive power metal in the heavier, more aggressive vein of bands such as Symphony X, employing down-tuned guitars, weighty grooves, massive melodic landscapes and fiery shred.  Anubis Gate, though, does all of this in a way that feels entirely original.  NO ONE sounds like these guys, NO ONE!

I’m gonna let the album’s opener speak for itself.  (after the jump . . .) Continue reading »

Sep 172011
 

(This is a grindcore kind of review (very short, borderline demented) by TheMadIsraeli of a grindcore album by one of the ancestral kings of grindcore, Brutal Truth.)

ALBUM FUCK SHIT UP! ALBUM GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

But no, seriously. Brutal fucking Truth? You bet your ass this album rules. A review of this thing is entirely pointless because I’m pretty sure that in order to dislike Brutal Truth you have to be lacking the metal gene and possess instead the I-listen-to-Design-The-Skyline-and-masturbate-to-tranny-porn gene.

What can I say? Well, it’s a throw-back to the quirky style of grindcore they pioneered on their sophomore release Need To Control. As in, it’s a throw-back to an album FILLED THE FUCK WITH FUCKING AWESOME. I mean, these guys are playing so savagely the music sounds like it’s going to fall apart and turn into total shit any minute, performed with such wild abandon, it’s like being shot at with a mini-gun that shoots nothing but sewing needles straight at you at 1000 rounds per second. Like being bombarded with trebuchets hurling bags of sledgehammers at you. LIKE DESTROYING THE FUCKING PLANET WITH YOUR MOST PRIMAL OF SCREECHES! Oh yeah, Kevin Sharp still has it by the way. (more after the jump . . .) Continue reading »

Sep 162011
 

(Yes, that’s what our guest contributor Phro did. He listened to Buried Inside’s Chronoclast album, and not for the first time. And as he did, what apparently went through his fevered mind was this . . .)

Tiny pieces of glass and broken gears scatter across my face like an accidental orgasm in the middle of a porno shoot.  Reaching up, I dejectedly swipe at the pieces, and the annoying flow stops.  And then I hear it…the heavy, trundling march of an unstoppablity.  Fighting the cobwebs still hanging in my head from a night wrapped in the silky arms of an armadillo, I feel my eyes focus on…terror.

It was the bastard Time.  I saw him in all his elephantine glory.  A face not even a blind, drunk whore of a mother could love.  His long, gangly arms hung like limp, worthless mule cocks, and his fat rubbery legs quivered like a hippopotamus gang bang.  His ugly, distorted mouth formed words, but all I hear is the war cry of an ugly dominatrix.  Fuck you, Time.  You ain’t getting my balls today.

So, I stand.  I run.  My lungs burn and sweat stings my eyes.  My thighs are red from rubbing against my jeans, and my balls swell from bouncing against my legs.

Then, Time’s evil whore the Clock rises up from the shadows and punches me right in the dick and I fall to the ground. (more after the jump . . .) Continue reading »

Sep 122011
 

(Another short blast from TheMadIsraeli, and this time the subject is a debut EP from San Diego’s Corelia.)

Corelia, a progressive metalcore band with slight djent nuances, has been working on this EP for quite a while, during which they’ve been hyped for their supposed balance of great songwriting without sacrificing a sliver of technicality.  I’m here to say they accomplished this mission, as their debut EP Nostalgia is some piece of work.

Corelia take the groove and wackiness of Sikth and combine it with the melodic sensibilities and power-metal oriented clean vocal style of prog metallers Protest The Hero and turn it into something truly awe-inspiring and daze-inducing.  Sure, there are some less intense, more focused moments, but otherwise you’re being sucked into a tornado of blazing tech riffing, flawless atonal-to-melodic  transitions, and some of the best brutal-to-clean vocal interplay you’re going to hear in recent months.

This isn’t gonna be a long review as I’m doing that next-level guerilla-music-blogging shit (ie, I’m doing this on campus between classes).  I’ll just have the Bandcamp player for the EP embedded after the jump.  For fans of… Sikth, Protest The Hero, Aliases and… Periphery, I guess?  Sounds about right. Continue reading »

Sep 122011
 

(TheMadIsraeli fired off this post about a new, free EP from a band based in Stockholm, Sweden.)

This is a short three-song EP from a band only known as Means End, and I strongly suggest you check it out. This is djent of the highest order, taking a step back from modern conventions and going back more to the established sound of Textures and Meshuggah than anything else. The melodic transitions in these three songs are AMAZING and haunting. Never straight-forward and always alien. There are those nice djent grooves we’re accustomed to, but expect more along the lines of Meshuggah’s Nothing then TesseracT’s One.

Check it out. The EP is free, so you have no good reason not to grab this.  (after the jump, some tracks to hear and the download link . . .) Continue reading »

Sep 112011
 

We were contacted about this three-person band by Karol at Selfmadegod Records in Poland, and man am I grateful for the introduction, because this band’s music has pushed more buttons than I knew I had.

Skeletal Spectre was started in Sweden by the band’s current guitarist and bassist, “Behold the Pentagram”, and features vocals by an American woman, Vanessa Nocera, who also fronts a death metal band called Scaremaker and a doom band called Wooden Stake. The third band member is drummer “Haunting the Beyond”.

Karol hooked me up with a download of the band’s 2011 album (their second, and the first with Nocera on vocals), Occult Spawned Premonitions. From the name of the band, the album cover, and the song titles, I guessed that I was in for horror-themed metal of some kind, and I took the plunge by listening to the opening track, “Scalped”. And then I listened to the rest of the album straight through and immediately started over, without even stopping to wash the putrescent gore off my mangled body or dig the bone fragments out of my hammered skull.

When anyone asks you to list the best female growlers in extreme metal, you will now have to include Vanessa Nocera. Not only can she deliver the horribly bestial, bloody-throated howls and growls you need and want from your death metal, she has a low clean voice, too (contralto?) and sounds uncannily like a young Ozzie Osborne. (more after the jump . . .) Continue reading »