Showing posts with label 2005. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2005. Show all posts

December 18, 2016

From The Metal Archives Vol. 4

[When I add labels to the Metal Labels on Bandcamp page I usually scan their releases looking for anything interesting I might have missed. The reviews on The Metal Archives are a great help when doing this: a couple of great reviews
By the reviewers from The Metal Archives.

[When I add labels to the Metal Labels on Bandcamp page I usually scan their releases looking for anything interesting I might have missed. The reviews on The Metal Archives are a great help when doing this: a couple of great reviews means an album I should probably check out. With this series I'd like to share some of my finds - in this edition we visit a couple of bands from France and Germany.]


Where to start? A brutal and massive sound. A harsh black metal/sludge alike voice, cleverly used here and there to spread the few words of life’s misery and hope. Intelligent and highly effective song structures, many mid tempo parts being perfect to simply bang your brain out, breaks used cleverly to slow down and to lead to those parts of extreme melody and, yes tragedy! Its unbelievable to listen to this ability to pour both brutality and remarkable melody into one song. Take for instance "Spirit Disease" or their masterpiece "Fall for Your Creation": downtempo brutality – break – short semi acoustic intermezzo – wall of massive low tuned melody. Goosebumps! Listen to "Fall for Your Creation" and you know what I mean. One shivering melodic riff follows the other, all performed using this crushing brutal guitar sound and the "dry" drum sound in slow tempo [read ochsenschaedel's full review here.]



The album is very straight to the point, with "Pyre Without Flames" washing over you in a wave of powerful, majestic funeral doom, the distorted guitars sounding absolutely massive. The vocals are somewhat buried in the mix, however their power is still easily apparent, as The Goat triumphantly bellows, "The free mind is a torch, this land is a pyre!" Criticisms of modern civilization follow, and it is the driving theme throughout the album. After that stellar opening, the album travels through many styles while still retaining a similar mood, although the funeral doom tracks grow more hateful with each passing one. Instrumental passages are placed throughout the album, including the particularly odd, yet endearing track entitled "The Fall of Everything" [read Apatheria's full review here.]

August 23, 2015

Transmissions from the Tree of Woe, Volume 1

By Atanamar Sunyata. I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about metal, but those thoughts have failed to coalesce into the ever elusive “album review” of late. Max has been so kind as to give me a venue for this firehose of metal mindfulness. Please consider this the first in a series of first person posts featuring whatever the fuck is tickling my brain. You have been warned.
By Atanamar Sunyata.

I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about metal, but those thoughts have failed to coalesce into the ever elusive “album review” of late. Max has been so kind as to give me a venue for this firehose of metal mindfulness. Please consider this the first in a series of first person posts featuring whatever the fuck is tickling my brain. You have been warned. Besides, I don’t believe in objectivity.

Artwork by Paul Romano

Withered are a band with a singular vision; they've rubbed dank drabs of Sunlight sound on black metal and drowned it all in atmospheric doom. Their warm, subterranean sonic adventures return frequently to my playlist. Withered are also a band due for a new album. Their fourth LP is on the way, and it was recently revealed that Colin Marston (Gorguts, Krallice, everything) plays bass on the recording. This news sent me off into a Withered wormhole where I discovered the band's dedicated Bandcamp page. Therein can be found Folie Circulaire, the band's second album and my favorite to date. Enough will never be had.



Artwork by Adam Peterson

Nile also have a new album on the way, and the death metal devotee in me is cautiously optimistic. My history with the band is checkered. I bought Amongst the Catacombs of Nephren-Ka sight unseen from the Relapse Resound catalog when it first came out. As archaic as the idea sounds today, a physical music & merch catalog had a powerful pull on my 20 year old self. That album was an instant classic in my ears, and I ended up seeing the band live a few too many times in that era. I burned out on Nile after Black Seeds of Vengeance, reconnecting only a decade later. The love affair has continued on and off through the band's catalog, flaring up and flaming out by turns. Their new album will no undoubtedly be absent from Bandcamp (Nuclear Blast are stubborn fucks), but the Relapse era LPs are all there. My favorite Nile albums at the moment are Amongst the Catacombs , Annihilation of the Wicked, and Those Whom the Gods Detest (from Nuclear Blast). I'm hoping What Should Not Be Unearthed will rate.




As love affairs go, my Martyrdöd man-crush is unrelenting. Their stellar performance at Maryland Deathfest cemented the band's status as most heroic purveyors of addictive d-beat by way of melodic NWOBHM dual-guitar mastery. Riffs, son. Riffs.

Martyrdöd at MDF. Awful photo by Atanamar

Call this music whatever you want, but it's simply incomparable. That's a problem, of course; I want more. Having said that, I have no allegiance to d-beat, crust, or any of its accoutrements. In fact, I could care less.



Cover collage by Vladimír Vacovský

A balm for that crusty Swedish longing appeared out of nowhere, though, to take the edge off. Say hello to Gattaca. Again, d-beats and crusty punk mechanizations are merely tools of the band's trade. Their self-titled LP is a vessel of dark melody, raging riff-torrents, and satisfying story-arcs. Imagine seering snippets of Neurosis if they could comprehend brevity, or early Pelican on a boatload of amphetamines. Also, Gattaca are vegans; this is relevant to my interests. I dig.



Cover painting by Dan Alex Rivera.

I recently received an album promo by a band proudly calling their music "Dissonant Death Metal." This was jarring; I've described dozens of death metal albums as dissonant, but I've never seen it called out as a thing, a discrete genre to which bands might aspire. I love me some Gorguts, and I enjoy many of the fruits that have sprouted from their sonic loins (Artificial Brain, Pyrrhon, Auroch, etc). That style of music, however, loses its appeal when dissonance itself becomes the focus; there are a lot of skronking hot, technically proficient turds floating around these days. I was surprised, then, to actually be drawn into the album of which I speak. Dystrophy claim allegiance to unrest and incongruity, but they possess the rare gift of songwriting skill. Amidst riffs that threaten to rend space and time, engaging currents of sensibility hold sway. Wretched Host is eminently earworthy and may scratch an aural itch their contemporaries miss.



Until next time, ponder the riddle of steel.

February 2, 2015

Gojira - From Mars to Sirius

An Autothrall Classic. For their third act, the French mod metal squad Gojira aspired to make a mountain out of a molehill. From Mars to Sirius goes beyond aspiration to accomplishment
An Autothrall Classic. Originally published here.


For their third act, the French mod metal squad Gojira aspired to make a mountain out of a molehill. From Mars to Sirius goes beyond aspiration to accomplishment, quashing their previous efforts like a landslide, so hard that rubble continues to pour onto The Link's face long past the original, explosive tremors. This is a dense and effective offering which transformed a band that was a mere curiosity into a massive, touring force and one that many journalists and hipsters acclaim to be 'the future of metal'. We've heard this expression before and it almost always peters out in the end, but one cannot deny the increasing success experienced by this band.

Gojira 2013. Photo by Metal Chris

And it's just impossible to deny. By the end of the first track, "Ocean Planet", the band has already crushed all of their prior songwriting. Bold, accessible and yet dusted in flecks of industrial rust and grime, the track functions off an alternating discordant groove akin to something Voivod might have crafted on their Negatron album (in particular the breakdown at 2:00), but blocky, mechanical and uniquely graceful. It's like a chunk of factory gaining sentience and operating itself, yet adorned in the bands pseudo-universal 'life peace love Earth' sentimentality. "Backbone" constructs an appropriate chug which reminded me of the rhythm to Primus' "Toys Go Winding Down", albeit glazed in industrial rock and Joe Duplantier's carnal multi-faceted throating. The song experiences a beautiful shift towards sombering melodic death metal at its own 2:00 mark, immediately an album favorite. "From the Sky" continues this trend with a barrage of fundamental grooving death metal and chugging fortitude, both barrels rolling forward towards a beautiful climax. "Unicorn" is another of the band's frequent interludes, this one's shining harmonics and tranquil beat winning out over the namesake.

Gojira 2013. Photo by Metal Chris

This flight into deceptive fantasy continues with "Where Dragons Dwell", a winding passage of bass floes and chugging excess at the end of its cavernous melodies. The ambient break is very cool, transforming into another huge bottom end riff, which leads the track through its final pacing before "The Heaviest Matter of the Universe" explodes like a galactic genesis, which a flattening groove which will have you either twitching and banging your head like a goddamn automaton or throwing your hat in about how horrible this band must be for its ability to create such a convincing, simplistic slaughter. "Flying Whales" features whale song samples and melancholic clean guitars that slowly propel into another stompfest, and you can almost close your eyes to imagine the travails of such a figurative beast as it navigates the phlogiston between worlds and realities. "In the Wilderness" follows with more desolate crunching barbarity, as if the 'wilderness' of the title were in fact a post-apocalyptic scene, retired metal hulls stretching the horizon as we celebrate the waste of our passing.
Trees so strong, that they never can fall
Four suns alight, in silver grey sky
Wild river flows, with rage alive
Lions of fire approach me
Such stark and baleful imagery translates entirely too well into the plodding, slugging murder fest of the bands rhythmic guts, ever rising forth from the primordial elixir with a strong melodic surge that balances them back to the more accessible, impatient ear. From here, the crawling cosmic blues of "World to Come", and the brief, distant, half-titled prog piece "From Mars", which feels like a bit of Floyd-ian paving across the band's crushing path, offering a respite before the melee that is "To Sirius", a sequence of colossal grooves against the black border of interspace. "Global Warming" returns the band to its love for the guitar tapped rhythm, a slight sliver of foreshadowing towards the album that would follow this. The track is lovely, even as it digresses into another of the bands lumbering juggernaut riffs, and a gentle end.

Gojira 2013. Photo by Metal Chris

From Mars to Sirius is one of those albums with the transient ability to 'grow'. As easily accessed as it was upon release, I have found the years nothing but kind to its wiles, and I rank this now far higher than I ever would have in 2005. A beautiful, winged thing has emerged from its larval stage within the creative cortex of these four Frenchmen, and we are all the richer for its presence, trailing stardust and inspiration upon the potential found in the cauled corners of our beloved medium. Like the massive waves swelling across Tokyo Bay, Gojira has finally arrived.


January 21, 2015

Atanamar’s Favorite Bandcamp Finds of 2014

Written by Atanamar Sunyata.

Metal archaeology is the work of a lifetime; there are pages missing from every grail seeker’s diary. As more and more music appears on Bandcamp, we are offered a unique opportunity to rediscover the past in high fidelity. 2014 was prime time for musical gravedigging; I was able to unearth albums I had only heard in passing during the '90s, resuscitate specters of long lost tape trades, and replace the content of CDs that mysteriously disappeared in college. Best of all, I discovered classics completely unbeknownst to me. These are some of my favorite Bandcamp hauls of 2014:

Deathevokation - Chalice of Ages (2007)
Cover art by Axel Hermann

Deathevokation quietly produced a death metal masterpiece in the not too distant past, disappearing into oblivion before their prodigious achievement could be properly recognized. Chalice of Ages unfurls a fusillade of doom-tinged death propelled by Amon Amarth-grade grooves and fascinating melody. These tunes ride on a riff-hardened chassis, rampaging at all the right speeds. Deathevokation had a distinctive character, and their sole creation's pedigree is simply spectacular. Reunion, please?


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The Chasm - Farseeing the Paranormal Abysm (2009)
Artwork by Daniel Corchado

The Chasm is the best band whose discography was most unrepresented in my collection. That was quickly resolved when Max clued us into The Chasm’s Bandcamp page in March. Like Max, Farseeing the Paranormal Abysm is my favorite of the titles represented. The Chasm stand astride the death metal's continental divide, blending the progressive precision of Death with the skin crawling filth of Incantation (mainman Daniel Corchado actually played on Diabolical Conquest). Fascinating riffs, thrashy intricacies, and dynamics for days are the name of the game; Farseeing the Paranormal Abysm is all wins.


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Adramelech - Psychostasia (1996)
Artwork by Turkka Rantanen

Adramelech emerged from the bountiful Finnish death metal scene in the mid '90s, possessing the utmost power of the riff. Psychostasia is the finest moment of the band's brief career. It's also a death metal classic, a balm to these jaded and abused ears. Impossibly compelling anti-melodies flow in torrents of glorious death, coalescing around indelible riffs and feats of compositional ingenuity. Adramelech have indubitable roots in Demigod's sinuous sonic oeuvre, but they also inherit bits of bizarre behavior from countrymen Demilich. Everyone should have a little Psychostasia in their life.


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Disembowelment - Disembowelment (2005)

Funeral doom, as an art form, is concerned with feats of amazing restraint. Grindcore and death metal? Not so much. Disembowelment bridged that dichotomy in spectacular style in 1992. Transcendence into the Peripheral (included here along with most of the band’s recorded output) presents discrete visions of crisp, sharp, and haunting doom of the literal sort. Driven by industrial strength percussion, the outbursts of putridity manifest as sheets of blinding, grinding rage. Disembowelment’s time on this earth was brief, but their legacy is a delicious landmark.


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Gadget - Remote (2004)

I'm usually behind the ball on grindcore. When I need it, I need it bad. The rest of the time? Clueless. I missed Gadget's debut by a decade. Here stalks Swedish grind-mastery that's light on the Sunlight sauce preferred by their countrymen (see Nasum, etc.). Articulate crunch is borne on precision blasts and big fat beats. Caution is thrown to the wind, but satisfying, nuanced melody seeps into the gears, ensuring optimal aural lubrication. Someone dropped their dipstick in a bit of Dissection; cheers to you, Gadget. Remote is timeless grind.


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Human Remains - Where Were You When (2002)

Building on meaty mounds of spasmodic deathgrind brilliance, Human Remains recorded in fits and spurts in the early ‘90s until the Using Sickness as a Hero EP spelled their untimely demise. Human Remains possessed all of the genius you’d expect from a band featuring Steve Procopio (Gridlink, Discordance Axis) and Dave Witte (Discordance Axis, Municipal Waste, and every band ever). Where Were You When is a compilation of the band’s recorded material, and I was clearly not there when it was released in 2002. Every one of these tracks, from the most immaculately recorded to those produced in a toilet, are a pure joy of crushing daedal impossibility. Rejoice in moist, mandatory mucoidal madness.


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August 20, 2014

Darvulia - L'alliance des venins

Written by Steven Leslie

Artwork by Tara C.

Anyone even remotely familiar with black metal will know that France has a long and storied history of producing some of the genre’s finest and most revered acts. From the lower than lo fi approach of Les Légions Noires to orthodox and boundary pushing bands like Deathspell Omega and Blut aus Nord. Darvulia continues of the tradition of brilliant black metal flowing out France’s wonderfully diverse scene. The band, that released their first demo in 2000, draws their name from a Hungarian witch named Anna Darvulia, famous for being one of the servants of the notorious Countess Elizabeth Báthory. That should give you a good idea of where the band draws its lyrical and thematic inspiration. While all the lyrics are in French, there is an occult and sinister atmosphere permeating all of their works that should be easily discernable even to those who don't speak the language.

L'alliance des venins is the band’s second full length, released in 2005, a mere three years after their brilliant debut long player L'ombre malicieuse. Storming right out of the gates with a blistering assault of all the usual traits associated with the second wave of black metal made famous by their northern counterparts. While the first few minutes packed with blast beats, tremolo picked riffs, demonic atmosphere and harsh screams may lead many to believe this is standard second wave worship, do yourself a favor and continue to listen. About three minutes into the open track the band throws in a dissonant and sinister riff that wouldn’t be out of place on a DSBM album. This dynamic shift is done so naturally that you can’t help but marvel at the songwriting acumen of this French horde.

These sonic shifts from all out second wave onslaughts to more dissonant and atmospheric sections are where the band really shines. As soon as you think you know where a song is going, they throw you a curveball. Every track on this album is a master class in how to take people’s expectation and destroy them in the span of a few seconds. This variety and incorporation of different strains of black metal means the album never gets stale no matter how many times you listen to it.

Darvulia aren’t afraid to experiment with more rock-based rhythms and riffs either, while always managing to maintain the arcane and sinister atmosphere black metal requires. The aforementioned atmospheric and DSBM elements the band utilizes continue to rear their ugly heads throughout the album. Never quite as mind warping as listening to a Blut aus Nord or Deathspell Omega composition, but still pulled off with stunning style and grace. The bands’ playing throughout is stellar. From the throat scorching, vitriolic screams of R. to the magnificent drumming display put on by Akhron, it’s a masterful example of black metal done right. Anyone with even has the slightest interest in French black metal would do well to check out this slab of black metal magic.


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December 15, 2013

Akercocke - Words That Go Unspoken, Deeds That Go Undone

Written by Jordan Campbell.


I first stumbled upon Akercocke in the pages of Brave Words and Bloody Knuckles back in 2002, right after the release of their sophomore album, The Goat of Mendes. And the thing that struck me immediately—like it did with everyone—was their buttoned-down, suited-up gimmick. That was Akercocke’s thing: They wore suits. Now, bear in mind: Back in ’02, they didn't appear as dapper as they did during the Words That Go Unspoken, Deeds That Go Undone promo cycle. They looked like they just finished arguing with Mr. White and Nice Guy Eddie about the ethics of tipping.

It was an awkward juxtaposition, these devilish upstarts and their stiff attire. Thusly, the gist of the feature was basically, “Akercocke wear suits!”, and when confronted with the question as to why a rickety, raw-ass, blackened death metal band wanted to present themselves as reluctant prom dates, Jason Mendonça’s reply of “we always dress like this…” was far from convincing. (Obviously, I’m paraphrasing here; pulling exact quotes from a magazine article I read in my aunt’s kitchen twelve years ago is an inexact science.)

The point is this: Akercocke captured my attention with that gimmick. And that gimmick was effective in a way that The Goat of Mendes probably wouldn’t have been, at least to my nineteen-year-old mind. Let’s be honest. Akercocke’s early work left something to be desired. Lots, in fact. Rape of The Bastard Nazarene and The Goat of Mendes were stultifying experiments with fair-to-horseshit production values. If not for the suits, Akercocke wouldn’t have been regarded as intriguing prospects, but mere also-rans. But with their suave Satanism—steeped in indulgence and lust rather than crude blasphemy—they managed to pique heavy metal’s collective interest.

David Gray, Jason Mendonça, Matt Wilcock, Peter Benjamin.

(In that way, they’re something of a modern relic. While the Internet age has brought us the wonders of Haulix, Soundcloud, and Bandcamp, the quick-click disposability of these pseudo-formats aren’t exactly conducive to metallic farm systems. No longer can a band slowly climb the ranks; you best have your shit together straightaway, son.)

By the time Choronzon came around in 2003, they weren’t shopping off-the-rack anymore. The band had tailored their sound into something special. Earache threw some weight behind ‘em and produced a ridiculous video for “Leviathan.” Suddenly, they were primed for primetime, finally growing into their “Skin For Dancing In” by adding some progressive flair to their demented take on death metal. And then, they did what all brilliant bands on the cusp of semi-stardom should do:

They got real fuckin’ weird with it.

2005’s Words That Go Unspoken, Deeds That Go Undone could've been huge. But it was too damn smart for its own good. Akercocke weren’t content to be merely be Opeth’s absinthe n’ bitches counterpoint. They wanted to tug at the seams of death metal’s very essence, stretch the threads across a blackened skeleton, and pulverize the entire project in an act of commercial suicide.

It’s unclear if artists realize they’re doing this at the time. For instance, Nicolas Winding Refn reached the cusp of mainstream success with Drive, and then turned around and made a film about horrible people committing misguided acts of senseless violence against each other…in Thailand…with no subtitles. Whether the demented fuck-you of Only God Forgives was subconscious or overt is up for debate. Words is similarly perplexing. The main difference: It’s actually good. Not only is it Akercocke’s best album, its one of the genre’s finest—and criminally overlooked—artistic statements.

The beauty of Words’ brutality is that for all its progressive quirk, it never forgets that Job One is punishment. The one-two opening combo of “Verdelet” and “Seduced” stands among the heaviest, most exhausting exhibitions in death metal history. Peter Theobalds’ bass heaves and pops with psychotic fervor, providing a stout rail for the corrosive guitar tones to scrape across. “Verdelet” runs a gamut of vocal styles before a throat-destroying black metal shriek puts a bloody little bow on the thing; it’s explores nearly every extreme subgenre within a mere four minutes, making It the kind of track a person can get stuck on for weeks, if not months. (True story: For ages, I’d completely lose my shit to “Verdelet”, forcing me to shelve the rest of the album immediately afterward due to physical fatigue.) “Seduced” is packed with even more hairpin turns and harrowing straightaways. It climaxes with a regal turn of brutalism at the three minute mark; it’s a comeback riff for the ages, one that loses nary a shred of its potency once the element of surprise dissipates.

A slightly less suave Akercocke from 2010. Photo by Jo T.

The midsection of the album is where the pugilism gives way to prog. The ten-minute “Shelter From The Sand” is something of a primer, spiraling itself towards the 70s before setting the stage for a Nile-ish dance with “Eyes of Dawn”. That track’s simple-minded bludgeon is something of a reversed respite before “Words That Go Unspoken 1 & 2”, largely clean-toned excursions into bastardized balladry and Middle Eastern seduction.

But the band never gets too far ahead of themselves; they know when to pull their reins and revert to their strengths. (“Seraphs and Silence” and “The Penance” are robust, punch-perfect manipulations of their core ethos.) Words showcases a band at the absolute peak of their abilities. Relentless. Ravenous. Reflective.

It was a blinding flash, blanketed by relative obscurity. Unfortunately, the few ‘heads that grew enamored with Words weren’t allowed to watch a maturing Akercocke flourish before their eyes. 2007’s Antichrist wasn’t much of a sequel. It was willfully obtuse, largely impenetrable, and rumored to be a rushjob to fulfill their contract with Earache. (A band hastily dashing for Digby’s exits? Imagine that.) After that, the band attempted to go the DIY route, to minimal fanfare. They quietly retired shortly thereafter. Drummer David Gray gathered some cohorts for this year’s underrated (read: underpromoted) Voices debut, but after seven years, Words’ momentum has officially stalled.

No matter. It’ll stand the test of time, a monument to heavy metal ingenuity (and Satanic stridence) in the face of an increasingly homogenized subculture. It was a long climb, but for a brief moment in 2005, Akercocke harnessed their potential. They unleashed it with unrivalled fervor. They made their ultimate statement.

Everyone has their moment. Few bands have had finer than this.


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August 18, 2013

Sunn O))) Monoliths and Opinions: Part XIII - Che, Candlewolff ov Thee Golden Chalice, Cro-Monolithic Remixes for an Iron Age, and compilation appearances.

Written by Craig Hayes.

Self-proclaimed 'power ambient' duo Sunn O))) was formed by guitarist Stephen O’Malley and bassist Greg Anderson in the mid 90s, and since then, the band has explored the possibilities of sonic and emotional reward via thundering and increasingly more adventurous drones. Recently, Sunn O))) put their entire catalogue up on Bandcamp, and over the next few months I'm going to look at every release. Call it my 'Sunn O))) Monoliths and Opinions' project, or call it a fan biting off far more than he can chew. Whatever the case, here we go... unto the breach my friends; I hope to see you on the other side.


Thanks, from the bottom of my rotting little heart, for following this Monoliths and Opinions project. This post is the last in the series, at least until Sunn O))) put another thundering work on Bandcamp. Cheers to, (L) LORD <------(((O)))------>SOMA (R), and their numerous collaborators, for crafting the abundant victuals to review in the first place, and thanks, of course, to Metal Bandcamp's overlord Max, for indulging my (((drone))) obsession.

Photo by Metal Chris.

As much as you could argue that without drone architect Earth there would be no Sunn O))), you could also construct a pretty solid argument to say that without the avant-garde sound experiments of New York legends Suicide in the 1970s the world of droning and dissonant guitars and electronics would be a far more timid place. In 2008, label Blast First commissioned a series of 10" EPs to celebrate the 70th birthday of Suicide vocalist and no-wave hero, Alan Vega, and Sunn O)))'s contribution to that series saw the band collaborating with Finnish experimental electronic duo Pan Sonic on, "Che". The track sees Stephen O'Malley and Greg Anderson bring warmer, albeit still intimidating, riffs to the table. Wrapping those in Hammond and Moog, and adding in deep vocals from Joe Preston, and splintery electronics from Pan Sonic's Mika Vainio, there's a fitting sense of eccentricity and awe to "Che". It's six moody and textured minutes of buzzing and psych-fuelled grimness, all dipped in due reverence.


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As far as revered goes, British DJ John Peel was a hugely respected figure in music history too. A longtime supporter of adventurous music across the genres, Peel's BBC Radio 1 Sessions were famed for their importance in promoting non-mainstream bands. Peel was a huge fan of metal, putting Napalm Death on his show from the beginning of their career and, of course, he was a big fan of Sunn O))) as well. Peel died suddenly in October 2004, and Sunn O)))'s "Candlewolff ov Thee Golden Chalice" was recorded the following December – having been commissioned before Peel's passing. The 19-minute track begins gently enough, for a song from Sunn O)))'s universe, with the ebb and flow of subterranean riffing clawing its way to the surface. Moog and harmonium intertwine with the lava flow riffs later on, and a tamboura jangles away like a dark wind blowing through the wreckage of a temple. There's no doubt Peel would have heartily approved of the slow creeping tempo of "Candlewolff ov Thee Golden Chalice"


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Sunn O)))'s oeuvre is, obviously, primed for remixing. There's a lot of time, space, and caverns to explore and rebore, and that was resoundingly proven with the magnificent feast that Nurse With Wound provided on The Iron Soul of Nothing. Famed producer, mixer and mastering wizard James Plotkin – one of O'Malley's co-conspirators in the sadly departed colossus Khanate – leant his remixing skills to the band on single remix track, "Veils it White". Utilizing material from Sunn O)))'s Flight of the Behemoth recording sessions, Plotkin sculpted a lengthy, rumbling slab of minimalism and injected it with piercing pitches, stark piano, and industrial clangs – all twisted around feedback and nose-bleeding frequencies. Similarly to Nurse With Wound's remix ventures, Plotkin took the familiarly Sunn O))) into unfamiliar and fascinating territory.


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As well as being remixed, Sunn O))) have also played the role of remixer, and Cro-Monolithic Remixes for an Iron Age sees the band remixing a track each from Earth and Japanese noise legend Merzbow. The bare bones of the Earth remix, "Rule The Divine (Mysteria Caelestis Mugivi)" were taken from the original multitrack tapes of Earth's 1993 album, Earth 2: Special Low Frequency Version – which is, of course, the womb from which all metallic drone was born. The track can also be found on Legacy Of Dissolution, an album well worth seeking out, containing more Earth remixes from the likes of Mogwai, Justin Broadrick and Autechre.

Photo by Metal Chris.

"Rule The Divine (Mysteria Caelestis Mugivi)" was clearly a joy for O'Malley and Anderson to lay their hands on. The way in which they revel in amplifying the elongated passages of harsh scrapes and scratches brings more Stygian gloom to the track, and a hollowed-out midsection sees Carlson's guitar return for a powerful, reeling finish. In Merzbow's case, Sunn O))) remix the Japanese digital devastator's track, "Frog"– retitling it in the process to, "Catch 22 (Surrender Or Die)". O'Malley and Anderson burying the glitch and squalls in the back streets of a sci-fi nightmare, with the digital maelstrom burnished somewhat by a singular deep note that brings a prolonged undercurrent of doom to the fore.


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Finishing up this Sunn O))) collection are two compilation tracks lurking on the band's Bandcamp page. "Isengard (chopped and screwed)" comes from the, Does Your Cat Know My Dog, compilation, and recorded live, the track is a grungy and grunty kick in the stomach, followed by another to the teeth. However, "BP//Simple", taken from the Jukebox Buddha compilation, sees the band toying with the possibilities of the Buddha Machine loop device to magnificent effect. The little heard track is actually one of Sunn O)))'s most beautiful, and it certainly deserves more attention. It's 10-minutes of sacramental hum and thrum, with chants carried on a circuitous, warm and fuzzy drone; very spiritual, very deep, and very... O)))hmmmm.

Maximum volume yields maximum results.
C)))


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The Sunn O))) Monoliths and Opinions series.

August 5, 2013

Sunn O))) Monoliths and Opinions: Part XI - Sunn O))) Live (Collected).

Written by Craig Hayes.

Self-proclaimed 'power ambient' duo Sunn O))) was formed by guitarist Stephen O’Malley and bassist Greg Anderson in the mid 90s, and since then, the band has explored the possibilities of sonic and emotional reward via thundering and increasingly more adventurous drones. Recently, Sunn O))) put their entire catalogue up on Bandcamp, and over the next few months I'm going to look at every release. Call it my 'Sunn O))) Monoliths and Opinions' project, or call it a fan biting off far more than he can chew. Whatever the case, here we go... unto the breach my friends; I hope to see you on the other side.

Photography by Koen Jacobs

You could probably make a case that you have to see Sunn O))) live to truly appreciate the band's power. You can put an album on, follow Sunn O)))'s instructions to the letter ("Maximum Volume Yields Maximum Results") and you'll feel the abundant weight and density of its sound. However, that's never going to replace standing in front of a gigantic stack of amplifiers as Sunn O))) blasts out seven shades of sub-harmonic hell as you gaze dazzled at hooded figures prowling around on a smoke-filled stage.


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The problem is, many Sunn O))) fans have never seen the band live – myself included. So, live recordings and an inordinate amount of time spent on YouTube has to slate our thirst for the full experience. However, that isn't a tragic tale per se. If you're seeking the recorded Sunn O))) live experience, one of the benefits of the online world is that you've got multiple choices of multiple line-ups in multiple venues at your fingertips, and that's certainly the case when it comes to the live releases collected on Sunn O)))'s Bandcamp page.


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If you want to listen to Attila Csihar's distinctive vocal stylings, or hear a fuller band line-up, you can indulge in the fantastic liturgical overload of Dømkirke, or try LXNDXN Subcamden Underworld Hallo'Ween 2003 – which includes the 49 soul-crushing minutes of "The Libations of Samhain". Solstitium Fulminate contains two tracks recorded live in 2005, and was originally included on the first 2000 copies of the double CD version of Black One.The release sees Csihar, Stephen O'Malley and Greg Anderson joined by Oren Ambarchi on guitars and electronics, and Tos Nieuwenhuizen on synth, and the band tear a ragged hole into other dimensions with the gloriously abrasive "Wine & Fog" and "Vlad Tepes"– Csihar chanting, growling and gargling with all his diabolic glee.


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Agharti Live 09–10 comes highly recommended too. Recorded at the tail end of 2009 and beginning of 2010, Agharti Live 09–10 sees Monoliths and Dimensions ripped up by O'Malley, Anderson, and Csihar and disgorged in a new form – with songs stretched, reinterpreted and retitled. "Descent/Ascent" and "A/Interior I/Eye" offer two magnificent and mammoth drones orbiting 20 minutes in length, with Randall Dunn's front-of-house recording perfectly capturing all the mind-obliterating fuzz and churning, frequency ferocity.


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While many associate Csihar as being the Sunn O))) vocalist of choice, he's not the only noted black metal howler to have played live with the band. La Mort Noir Dans Exch/ Alzette, recorded in Luxembourg in 2006, features Malefic (Xasthur) out front, joining the usual gruesome twosome of O'Malley and Anderson, and additional noise-makers Dylan Carlson (Earth) on guitars, Tos Nieuwenhuizen on Moog, and Steve Moore on trombone. La Mort Noir Dans Exch/ Alzette also sees Randall Dunn occupying the live sound engineer role again, and accordingly, tracks such as "Hallow-Cave", "Reptile Lux", and the 22-minute lurching onslaught of "CandleGoat/Bathori" are bleeding-raw bruisers; exactly the kind of monoliths of trudge and trample you'd imagine them to be.


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If Sunn O))) as a trio sounds good, then Live White is definitely worth your time too. Joining O'Malley and Anderson on the release is Rex Ritter. And, as is par for the course with Sunn O))) live, the band transforms its recorded works by twisting the roots of tracks from Flight of the Behemoth, OO Void, White1 and White2, and striking them all with a slowly swung sledgehammer of sludge, doom, feedback and distortion. The 17-minute dirge of "Funerældrone // Funerælmarch (To the Grave)" – dedicated to Thorns' Snorre Ruch – is alone worth purchasing Live White for.


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If Sunn O))) as a trio seems excessive, then GrimmRobes Live 101008 – recorded at the Regent Theatre in Los Angles in 2008 – captures the power-house duo of O'Malley and Anderson celebrating the GrimmRobes 10th anniversary concert. Originally issued as an extremely limited tour release, the 90-minute-plus set is, as you'd expect, tyrannosaurus drone drowning in a tar pit – skull-splittingly brutal and all the more beautiful because of it – and The GrimmRobe Demos are also celebrated on Live at Primavera Sound Festival 2009 on WFMU. The famed demo (tracked here as "I | II | III") is performed in lumbering, crushing, and emotionally devastating style in front of an audience of 6,000 in Barcelona – no doubt setting a record for the number of minds Sunn O))) can melt in one sitting.


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In all, Sunn O)))'s Bandcamp live selection provides abundant evidence that the band is always mesmerizing in concert. Some might suggest that a live recording is nowhere close to the in-person live experience, but until the band hits your town, there's more than enough potent and pulverizing fare here.


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June 30, 2013

Sunn O))) Monoliths and Opinions: Part VI - Black One

Written by Craig Hayes.

Self-proclaimed 'power ambient' duo Sunn O))) was formed by guitarist Stephen O’Malley and bassist Greg Anderson in the mid 90s, and since then, the band has explored the possibilities of sonic and emotional reward via thundering and increasingly more adventurous drones. Recently, Sunn O))) put their entire catalogue up on Bandcamp, and over the next few months I'm going to look at every release. Call it my 'Sunn O))) Monoliths and Opinions' project, or call it a fan biting off far more than he can chew. Whatever the case, here we go... unto the breach my friends; I hope to see you on the other side.

Artwork by Jo Ratcliffe
Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being – like a worm.
– Jean-Paul Sartre "Being and Nothingness".
Sunn O)))'s sound is, essentially, a colossal form of orchestrated chaos. Within you find a conflict between order and disorder being fed by palpable clashes of sub-harmonics, bruising feedback, and nerve-tweaking ambience, and the cadaver-strewn and cavernous noise of 2005's Black One exhibits those contrasting elements superbly. It is, at once, the darkest and most misanthropic album Sunn O))) have recorded so far, and yet it is also the album that drew the band out from the shadows and into the... well, not exactly the light, but certainly into the orbit of a wider range of fans. Black One brought Sunn O))) widespread media interest, even though it is the band’s bleakest work – never pandering to the possibility of popularity – and while the album's markedly crooked sonics don't make for easy listening, Black One attracted a slew of positive reviews and attention.

The increased visibility for Sunn O))) following Black One's release was due to a number of factors, the majority of them associated with the addition of darker colors to the band’s palette. Black One is the band's most overtly metal album (thus far), but for all its conjuring of the darkest entities in the metal canon it maintains the avant-garde fluency of its previous work.

Sunn O)))'s investigations of all things disconcerting and demoralizing on Black One benefited from a raft of collaborators eager to help the band dispense the malevolence. Malefic (aka Xasthur) is here, contributing guitars, keyboards and vocals; Wrest (Leviathan, Lurker of Chalice, Twilight etc) provides vocals; Australian experimentalist Oren Ambarchi adds vocals, horns, woodwind, bells, drums, and guitars; and John Wiese (Sissy Spacek, Bastard Noise) and Mathias Schneeberger bring the electronics and grim ambience, respectively.

Live at Roskilde Festival 2005. Photo by Antti T. Nissinen..

Aside from Malefic and Wrest's connections, the obvious nod in Black One's title, and Stephen O’Malley and Greg Anderson’s own mixed metal histories, there are also plenty of other links to black metal to be found. "Cursed Realms (of the Winterdemons)" features lyrics from Immortal's tune of the same name, lyrics from Mayhem's Dead are used on "Candlegoat", and "Sin Nanna" is a reference to one-man Tasmania-based black metal act Striborg. Of course, there's also the now legendary tale of the claustrophobic Malefic being shut in a coffin and loaded into a hearse to record his vocals for "Báthory Erzsébet", and the resulting track, Sunn O)))'s self-styled homage to Bathory's "A Fine Day to Die," has all the terror of Malefic gasping for air to add to its petrifying (and suffocating) mood.

Suffocating is probably the best word to describe much of Black One. O’Malley and Anderson had been making plenty of smothering noise beforehand, but Black One draws the listener in with its hypnotic beastliness, before gripping the throat with strangulating noise. Sure, it's artful in its approach, but Black One is Sunn O)))'s most explicitly murderous album.

Opener "Sin Nanna" sets the scene, bringing the immediate, hollowed-out Mephistophelian drone. "It Took the Night to Believe" mixes Wrest's and Malefic’s vocals (guttural, indecipherable groans and growls, backed by echoing, eerie shrieks) with a contorting megalith of a riff. "Cursed Realms (of the Winterdemons)" strips Immortal's original tune down for 10 minutes of white (or black) noise, with warped vocals buried in feedback and a distorting quagmire of gruesome drone. "Orthodox Caveman" is a look to the past, its more, well, orthodox tenor keeping to the band's original Earth-inspired drone – albeit with Wiese's noise and Ambarchi's drums adding another layer of crackle and thud, respectively. While "Cry for the Weeper" creeps along on a 14-minute expulsion of brown-note fetidness ("...summoned by a vastness that kills certainty without thought").

Live at Roskilde Festival 2005. Photo by Antti T. Nissinen..

"Candlegoat" combines Dead's lyrics with Wiese's "casket electronics", Malefic's guitar, and the uber-deep thrum of bass and guitar from MK Ultra Blizzard and Mystik Fogg Invokator (aka O'Malley and Anderson). However, it's Black One's final track, the aforementined "Báthory Erzsébet", that is Sunn O)))'s most notorious. Shoving Malefic in the coffin results in plenty of desperate vocals, and the initial chiming bells and sub-subsonic drone ensure all the funereal atmospherics are there. It's near the halfway mark of the 15-minute track before a riff arrives, and while the lead-in is spectacularly (and hauntingly) evocative, when those gigantic, sludgy chords come crashing down (and Malefic's coffin-bound panic sets in) you've all the makings of what many consider to be Sunn O)))'s most devastating track – transcending this dimension to somewhere that dark gods gather and howl with inhuman glee.

In all, Black One is Sunn O)))'s most avowedly negative album, yet (and here are those contradictions again) its legacy has been incredibly positive. the album’s success encouraged (and allowed) Sunn O))) to tour more frequently, play evermore interesting venues and festivals, and granted the band a higher profile and a subsequent increase in respect in both metal and experimental music circles. Black One is Sunn O)))'s most theatrically dark album – although follow-up Monoliths & Dimensions would amplify the dramatics to a staggering, albeit differently oriented, degree. At its heart, Black One explores more noxious and pernicious frequencies – harnessing the malignant corruption therein – and the album's mix of buckling laptop noise, titanic drone, and shrieking black metal reveal how effective Sunn O))) are at communicating outright evil and underlying gut-twisting terror.

If you're ever feeling a little jaded about metal's ability to unnerve, Black One is the perfect album to listen to. It's a deeply disturbing excursion into some horrifyingly bleak realms, and accordingly, it is one of Sunn O)))'s very best works.


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May 31, 2013

Avulsed - Gorespattered Suicide


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Spanish death metal band Avulsed has made all their full-length albums available on Bandcamp. Plus various live albums, cover albums and compilations. All for the low price of 1 €. My favorite is Gorespattered Suicide from 2005. This is tightly executed brutal death metal that is catchy, groovy, and well produced (The crisp production job is by Eric Rutan of Hate Eternal fame). Avulsed also throws in little surprises like a 15 seconds grindcore blast (winnnigly titled "Infernal Haemorrhoids"), and the enormous Amorphis like intro to "Filth Injected".

Avulsed proudly mentions that "As always... no fucking vocal distortion effects were used on this recording!!. Which is pretty amazing considering the inhumanly growls and shrieks vocalist Dave Rotten pulls off. But on the two live bonus tracks you can hear him sounding just as beastly outside of the studio. Gorespattered Suicide is great death metal. Some people prefer Yearning for the Grotesque from 2003, and their latest Nullo (The Pleasure of Self-Mutilation) from 2009 is also good. Check them all out. At 1 € per album you can't possibly go wrong.


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May 10, 2013

Graves at Sea - Documents of Grief - Split with Asunder



One of the most anticipated concerts at the Heavy Days In Doom Town festival was Graves at Sea's closing set on Saturday. The band returned to active duty last year after a 4 year hiatus, and this was their first European show ever! And let me tell you, they absolutely killed it. Their blend of doom and NOLA sludge riffs carried by Nathan Misterek's blackened rasps, works so goddamn well live. The Heavy Days In Doomtown set was one hour of pure primal metal.

Photo by 4:30am from the HDDT concert.

Check out Repulsive Revolutions' lively description of the moment when Graves at Sea kicked into "Red Monarch" from their 2003 demo:
When the intro twists into that opening riff, the whole room loses it. Heads are banged, beer is spilled, stages are dived from... it's one of the best moments of the whole weekend. The guitars ratchet the tension up with each repetition of the riff, the drums build and build but never quite lock in, the whole thing threatening to erupt at any moment. And then it does, and I almost destroy my face against the stage. This is what music is capable of. Sheer fucking bliss.

Nick Phit and Lola Henderson. Photos by 4:30am from the HDDT concert.

The new lineup includes Lola Henderson on bass and Chuck Watkins on drums (and that is one massive rhytm section) in addition to original members Nick Phit on guitar and Nathan Misterek on vocals. Currently the band is touring Europe together with Meth Drinker (tour dates on Facebook). Go see them if you get the chance, you wont regret it.

The band is also working on new material. According to the above Facebook page Seventh Rule Recordings is "is slated to do a release with Graves in the next couple months". In the meantime you can check out a couple of their old releases on the 20 Buck Spin Bandcamp. Their 2003 demo (favorite track, the aforementioned "Red Monarch"), and their 2005 split with Asunder (favorite track "Pariah") which has just been made available for purchase.


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April 11, 2013

October Falls - Marras - Sarastus

Guest review by Angry Metal Guy.


So, I have been admittedly slow to get on the Bandcamp wagon. Not for lack of harassment from Max—seriously dude, I get it—but mostly because I get a lot of promo and this means I don't do a lot of exploring. I'm way overloaded with music all the time and it makes it hard to keep up with anything that's not landing in my inbox. That also means I essentially receive free mp3 copies of everything under the sun. Rarely do I get physical copies, and I think that I just sort of missed out on the fact that Bandcamp did lossless files. Upon rediscovering (I think I may have been aware of this at one point), I have been frantically rushing around trying to get lossless files of cool shit I've already downloaded from Bandcamp (including Faustian Echoes from Agalloch, The Womb of Primordial Nature from October Falls [who it will be noted I like very much], and others).

Simultaneously, I wrote to Mikko from OF on Facebook and asked him where I could get a hold of the band's oldest material: the stuff that's like straight up Ulver and Tenhi love. As I'm currently vinyl impaired, I asked him where I could get high quality digital copies of their early material and he responded by creating a Bandcamp after asking about it on his Facebook page. Since I got quick results, I quickly jumped in headfirst with Sarastus (2007) and Marras (2005).

Marras is October Falls' debut record and it's a doozy. The album is pure, gorgeous and simple; consisting entirely of guitar, piano, strings and flute. That the album is influenced by Ulver's brilliant Kveldssanger should surprise no one, but it's more pure than that. While Ulver had grand ambitions of high art but were trapped in the bodies of young boys, October Falls is just riffing on the beautiful simplicity of harmonized guitars and the trickling of streams. It's the side every black metal kid when he isn't cursing God and planning church burnings—the one that looks longingly into streams and wants something simpler. The songs vary in length, but the heart-wrenching track "Marras I" is 6 minutes and 16 seconds, while the rest range between 2 minutes and 5.

Sarastus really is a 20 minute EP from 2007—the year before the mighty The Womb of Primordial Nature came out. Short and sweet, it's more of the same from Marras, but where I stand that ain't a bad thing. It's the simple beauty that keeps me coming back for it, and adding a few more gorgeous melodies and lush guitar harmonies and I have nothing to complain about. Sarastus is a little more bleak, in that it doesn't use as many varied instruments as Marras does; instead focusing mostly on guitars. Still, it's magnificent.

And for very little, one can buy these two records (and for nothing one can stream them) as well as Tuoni (2003), the "Polku" and "Usva" and "Marrasmaa" singles (though the latter comes bundled with Marras). I must say, I'm terribly pleased about all of this. And I think I've just gotten myself pretty addicted to Bandcamp. And everyone knows that there's nothing worse than a fucking convert.


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December 29, 2012

Mournful Congregation - The June Frost



2011's massive The Book Of Kings was the album that moved Mournful Congregation beyond their status as a cult funeral doom band from Australia. It was lauded by many as the doom release of the year, and appeared on many best of 2011 lists. Now all previous full-length albums by the band has been made available on the 20 Buck Spin Bandcamp; including their rare debut Tears From A Grieving Heart, originally released on tape in 1999.

The Book Of Kings was a return to the style of their earliest works, featuring nothing but long, monolithic tracks. The June Frost is structurally similar to Aldebaran 's Embracing The Lightless Depths with longer songs interspersed with shorter instrumentals. The production is a little crisper, the compositions are a little more varied, and there is guitar. Keening solos, ornamental leads, relentless riffs, beautiful harmonies and intricate interplay. Lots of guitar.

I love the sound of the electric guitar. Funeral doom, because of the glacial speeds, allows the guitars to sing and lets each distorted note ring out. With song titles like A Slow March To The Burial and Suicide Choir you know this isn't going to be a fun record. But the guitars create a sort of majestic beauty, and the end result is strangely uplifting. This funeral doom makes me happy.


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May 23, 2012

Arcturus - Sideshow Symphonies



Arcturus - Sideshow Symphonies from 2005 has been added to the Season of Mist Bandcamp. You could call this cerebral metal. The atmosphere is airy and mournful. The music is progressive, avant garde even, with just the slightest hint of black metal. The whole album has the feel of a rock-opera.

The focus is on song structure and vocal hooks though. Combine those hooks with the beautiful operatic tenor of Simen Hestnæs and you get parts that sounds like a-ha playing metal (and that is a good thing). Fantastic stuff. Here's one review from Metal Review and here's eleven more from The Metal Archives.


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