Number 6 10/2/2014 A Library
acquiring SATANIC metal icons is a cynical approach by a hiphop team applying a similar ruse in their sneering satire of the 7 deadly sins, predictably aimed at a decadent market that demands consumption or expression no matter the cost to their widening orbit of destruction. ALL FCCXXX. overall old guard feel with the intelligence flow sometimes relying on cliche and nearly always slung by semi-automatic triggers, but mostly full of loose, spontaneous slips of cum and cheek dressed in the smoke of insecure effort to still sound badass and wicked. EVIL FIGHT EVIL for fun. a welcome boy/girl/boy rally (Nickie P mmmmmmm) offsets a self-righteous tone that occasionally makes you forget you???re supposed to be bad not good about the glorification of SIN
if this is any indication of what the extinction of the human race sounds like then get the fuck out of its way or fall under its command. there are many contenders for this bleak style of metal, but Welter In Thy Blood draft the best elements of the left hand path. if you can survive the call to suicide in every chill scrape of anguish and hatred on this miserable road to annhilation then consider your self unlucky. at least you know it will start in LA and not in the Netherlands. suicide is a virtue and you’re better off making your exit now or if you can endure this hellish call to action then you probably love killing yourself slowly to suffer another day. there is a lot of depressing metal out there that tends to lack much conviction or worse, romances the point with post-rock progressions. Welter In Thy Blood’s Todestrieb shuts that false shit up once and for all. this puts the suicide, the hate, the black and the doom back into this type of metal abstraction where it belongs and finds common ground with the shallow, dry primitive chill of black metal (Xasthur, Vargr, Wold), the lumbering funereal dirge of doom (Bunkur, Planet Aids, Nortt) and the ambient cacophony of noise (Abruptum, Whitehouse, Emit, Skullflower). a difficult and challenging test enveloping harsh freezing cold, yet scalding abrasive heat. intimate, yet far away, unattainable. haunted voices, tortured screams and hateful roars overlap and more often barely distinguishable as human. minimal minor key melody lifted by a constant subterranean tone with guitars crashing like walls of ice accompanied by possibly amplified objects of various metals and barely audible piano. swerving into oncoming traffic.
the satanic imagery on the cover and the forked tongue titles may cause your eyes to roll upward like a consumer possessed by shallow spirits of hype and promotion. special ed teens don’t suffer from such cynical prejudice. they demand to know what kind of music is this! and then describe this one as “weird” “messed up” “like a movie” “scary music” “creepy” “you’re crazy, Mr. M” and so it goes in the library with a seal of teenage approval. for the rest of us ignant fogies, you might be impressed with his imitation (tribute?) to the classic KFJC dj mix/mash. there are obvious samples of things played here at kfjc. did he remix kfjc? so, it is cinematic and dreamy but noisy as well with the occasional breakfast beat
passionate dedication of Chris Menist to put together a mixture of the Luk Thung style (song of the country) and the Luk Krung style (song of the city) unearthed from record stores found in Bangkok, 45 singles and often discarded B-sides. only a few artists appear on other collections in our library. what stands out according to the liner notes is how these artists have adopted various western styles, going so far as to recycle specific riffs (Iron Man, eg.) and melodies, yet make these songs all their own. apparently these tracks were tested at various live crowds alongside reggae and African music at an event called Pardise Bangkok. many these tracks were considered uncharacteristic of the artists’ more conventional releases. therefore you can expect some rougher and more raw experimentation.
Number 6 11/24/2012 A Library
Russian black metal veterans blast and pound through some odd jagged arrangements and very Circular whirlwinds that capture a sense of frustration and hatred hailed with martial victory. for those unfamiliar with this style, expect dynamic repetition layered with war machines that sound more like insects and buzzsaws. two brothers finally found a drummer (uncharacteristicly female) and upped the production to give this so much depth while not losing any of its dry crusty buzz. the vocals are weird, raw and barely F/x’d; not typical of the genre, sounding much more hardcore in a way without abandoning their Nordic metal roots. truly mesmerizing