They are fresh and not fucking around. They subscribe to the "overwhelming flurry of evil riffs and jackhammer blasts" school of modern Death Metal and do so with tact and precision. Though slightly more dissonant and prone to subtle atmosphere than contemporaries such as Internal Suffering or Deranged, I'd say these guys definitely give established acts like Hate Eternal and Nile a run for their money.
This band brought back memories of oldschool Godless Truth and even a little Iniquity at times. Check out their free demo online.
Pro Wrestler Kevin Sullivan was well known for working a satanic cult angle in the early eighties long before The Undertaker or Papa Shango. Conspiracy theorists insinuate that he may have framed fellow wrestler Chris Benoit in the double murder/suicide of his wife and son. This shit is TRUE.
Hedon Cries from Argos, Greece play beautiful, well written Doom/Death Metal. Though they allow the songs to flourish with somber, eurodoom melancholy and gallop with epic metal majesty, they never betray a backbone of oldschool blackened Death Metal. Attention is payed to every subtle detail and they display a talent for the nuances that make for memorable songwriting, however, Hedon Cries completely forgoes clean vocals and uses keyboards sparsely - endearing them to a diehard Death Metalhead like me. This careful balance of regal, high brow, melodic sensibilities and guttural, pounding, atmospheric core is often laughable in less capable hands, but these guys drive it home and leave nothing wanting in composition, execution or production. What's more, they want you to have their latest full length album, "The End of the Path is Nigh", for free, so they put it up for free download. It was released through a net label called Torn Flesh Records, which has released tons of stuff for free. I'll post more on them once I wade through a few more releases.
If you listen closely, I think Ultimate Warrior is somehow prophetically quoting Internal Suffering lyrics.
The Ultimate Warrior completely dissects Hulk Hogan and his family as sexually deviant, drug addicted monsters for an hour, then makes some sort of vague threat or challenge at the end, inviting all his fans to load a gun and he'll pull the trigger. Beef is epic. When I showed this to Dan he ran out of the room punching himself. I found him 6 hours later at a gym in Queens
Know why these English guys are so pissed off? Because they fucking hate Alex and Paulo from Copremesis. If you notice -Limey to the left is wearing a Defeated Sanity shirt. Clearly, they were upset that Copremesis supported Defeated Sanity on their 2008 U.S. tour. Bald Benedict on the right has a classic logo Deranged shirt on, unmistakably a reference to Deranged breaking up and failing to appear at the Maryland Deathfest 2008 - where they would have shared the stage with Copremesis.They probably hate Daniel, to. They wrote this whole song about Copremesis:
I don't know how the beef started, but I'd imagine it had something to do with this rascal.
Maybe him and Alex got into it on an anime message board, or perhaps those are Paulos first pair of childhood glasses, from when he came to our country as a 10 year old, dorky asian kid. Why did you steal his glasses, Guvnor? All I know is when there's beef , I always got one oldschool homie I can count on...
His hat says "Ghetto". THIS IS WHERE I LIVE . I have never thought of the nieghborhood I grew up in as "ghetto", but the people who live in the rich side of Huntington do, as they petitioned the town last year, successfully, to close the elementary school around the corner from the house I grew up in due to chronic shootings in the area. It seems that the concern was only that rich kids were being bussed into our part of Huntington Station - not that poor kids have to live here. Last weekend my father heard gunshots early in the morning, turns out some guy got shot 6 times in the legs. He lived, the guy who got shot two days later died in the street. This all happens within 2 or 3 blocks of where I grew up. I consider myself "lower middle class", "blue collar", etc... but these are meaningless terms used to further segregate those of us who are truly effected by real life issues like these due to where we live. Day to day - drugs, money, race, gangs, violence and crime are all stressors that my nieghbours and I can not run from, but rather sleep with, and this arrogant, rich little prick ironically wears his fucking "ghetto"hat. Hey Justin, ever get your bike stolen because you're white? Ever have a friend who's younger sister whores herself for drugs? Ever know someone who traded food stamps for cash to buy liquor? Ever see Salvadorians having a machete fight on the street on Thanksgiving while your grandma's in the car? Fuck you, corporate rich kid. Uncle Murda needs to punch Justin Beiber and rap about it. You think it sucks being a nature loving, misanthropic metalhead in Norway? Try the hood, where romance and atmosphere are dead.
Be sure to watch for the scenes where he raps dressed up like Rambo, Freddy Krueger and Jason from Friday the 13th wearing a Run DMC hat for some reason. Who knew Uncle Murda was so into Halloween? There's also a few funny shots that are supposed to be making fun of P Diddy or Nick Cannon (or both). Although I gave up on the radio for hip hop a long time ago, I am subjected to alot of Hot97 and Power 105 (the only two hip hop stations in NY) at work. For some reason this song really clicked with me. I prefer Uncle Murdas more raw freestyles and mixtape material, but in context of being familiar with him, it's fun to watch him finally get some overkill-repetitive mind control radio rotation shine. Plus in the course of the song rival MCs get compared to Chico Debarge, Milli Vanilli and chihuahas. Maybe he'll knock out one of these Young Money rappers at an awards show or something. This is about as raw as it gets in the commercial hip hop game - a world where old white guys in suits dictate what's hot in the streets, dog.
"This n**** named Jimmy that was snitchin on my team - died in a car accident, that's a beautiful thing." - Uncle Murda, freestyle
Can you understand now how I go from Dead Infections "A Chapter of Accidents" to this? What is more anti-christian and necro than finding beauty in the death of an enemy? That's a Viking value.
There is something about Finnish death metal of the 90s that is so special and dear to my heart. So many bands with their own unique sound, each bringing something different to the table. Though Winterwolf, Nerlich, Slugathor, Deathchain, and many more still keep the proud tradition alive, something about finding an old Finnish band that vanished into obscurity with even less of a historical echo than, say, far from household names Adramelech or Demilich, is for me what smoking a cuban cigar must be like for some rich guy. This is Paraxism, and There's nothing like them. This song is from 1996, but they date back to 1990.
Yeah, that's Jimmy from The Communion rocking the Buckshot Facelift demo shirt. Caught you, bro! This guy does more for the underground scene on any given day then I've done all year. If you're not familiar with these unsung heroes of D.I.Y. then you need to get down, fast. No genre to pin down, just ugly, dark and loud - not to mention some of the best and most original lyrics and song titles I have ever read. Nick, their vocalist, has an amazing gift for disturbing wordplay and creepy stage presence. These guys have endured about a dozen drummers, buried one of their founding members last year and played in the Adirondacks in a trailer (or so I heard). They are a staple of the NY grind/metal scene and work extra hard to support it, with no egos or BS. Here's a link to the band blog, which has free downloads and 5 years worth of back posts for those wanting to catch up with the saga. It's worth checking out for Nicks writing style alone - I want the homie to write my wedding vows one day. Love you, Lee. You will never be forgotten. Matter of fact, I love all those Communion guys (no homo).
Ultimate Agony is the new one-man project of the oldschool homie, Will, from Georgia (Same name, different guy - I'm Will from Long Island). You might remember him from Amoebic Dysentery. Just do yourself a favor and listen to this - I don't want to try to describe it and not do it justice. All I can say is that I feel very strongly about this band, it evokes a festering, abysmal atmosphere that is not easily captured. This is the ageless kind of Death Metal that eats flies and has hair on its knuckles. These types of recordings only come around once in a while and often fade (appropriately) into obscurity forever. Well done, Will, well done. (Applause)
Could it be possible a young man named Antimo was in the crowd? The world will never know. Adam Rotella and I used to drink 40s and listen to "Reek of Putrefaction" every weekend when I was in high school. Goregrind shit.
Coffin Dust from Drilladelphia caught the ear of myself and a few friends lately. Apparently the name is a reference to smashing skulls into dust and snorting it. I'm down. The vocals are consistently undecipherable throat pukes through and through, which helps to anchor this nostalgic and catchy thrash firmly in a late 80s/early 90s death metal atmosphere. I couldn't help but be reminded of Intestine Baalism on several occasions, usually due to the pairing of guttural vocals with obvious early Entombed influence, characterized by soaring melodic guitar leads that add depth to otherwise straightforward, catchy, no frills headbangers. Coffin Dust's tounge -in-cheek satanic horror metal vibe is conveyed in a very honest and homegrown way that reflects good taste and love for the craft. I like Ghoul and some of the other "B-Movie death/thrash" bands, but it's hard to pull off without sounding redundant and derivative. Coffin Dust manage to do so sincerely and with individuality. Trust me, you will love having the opening riff from "March of the machete militia" stuck in your head all day. Listen to Coffin Dust and rob graves. Download Coffin Dust