01. Disbelief 02. The Hate The Hollow 03. Disgrace 04. Neglect 05. Obituary 06. A Smaller World 07. Free Us From... 08. Disowned 09. Asleep
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The Hate The Hollow is a killer crust punk/hardcore album from a little known Milwaukee band. Protestant takes the grit and grime of early crust bands like Amebix and infuses it with the technicality and raw power of modern hardcore. The result is an intense storm of grinding riffs, raging vocals and suffocating bass lines.
If Converge had pared back their more melodic moments and focused more on a DIY aesthetic, they might have sounded something like Protestant. Its not all blood and dirt here though. There are some slower tracks like “Obituary” that centers on slithering math-rock riffs before the chugging maelstrom kicks in. Moments like these add balance to the fist-clenching madness of the affair and gives Protestant some ample room to push their sound further.
Like most hardcore albums, The Hate The Hollow passes by like a flash flood, leaving you feeling abraded and disoriented in a very short period of time. It delivers intensity in spades while still balancing things out with its sophisticated compositions and doom-inspired atmosphere. For its crushing density and piercing emotions, The Hate The Hollow is one of the top hardcore albums to sneak under the radar. Keep your eyes open for these guys.
01. Deluge 02. Forgiveness to Tyrants 03. Mollusk King 04. Fists of the Ocean 05. Totenschiff 06. The Curse of all Things Drowned 07. Narrows 08. The Harpooner's Divide
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No rays from the holy heaven come down on the long night-time of that town; but light from out the lurid sea streams up the turrets silently- gleams up the pinnacles far and free- up domes- up spires- up kingly halls- up fanes- up Babylon-like walls- up shadowy long-forgotten bowers of sculptured ivy and stone flowers- up many and many a marvellous shrine Wwose wreathed friezes intertwine the viol, the violet, and the vine. resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie. so blend the turrets and shadows there that all seem pendulous in air, while from a proud tower in the town death looks gigantically down.
01. My Last Shred Of Decency 02. Hospital 03. Pig Crazy 04. The Brazen Bull III 05. Stab 06. She Pulled Machete 07. Brine 08. The Brazen Bull II 09. Hold My Hand 10. Winter Formal
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Always A Six, Never A Nine is the second album and the follow up to the 2006 self-titled debut from Portland, OR aggro wreckers Black Elk, whose psychotic brand of crushing, noise-rock influenced heaviosity is a return to the unhinged underground rock force of bands like Jesus Lizard, Melvins, Black Flag and Hammerhead. This new album features ten songs of seething weirdness, with the dissonant, crushing riffage, lunging rhythmic push and awesome freaked out, Yow-esque vocals of singer Tom Glose that made their debut a fave among anyone who remembered the days when Amphetamine Reptile ruled the underground rock scene, but with some interesting new elements (bleak, blackened guitar ambience, a smattering of piano, skyreaching guitar harmonies, etc.) that add new shadows to Black Elk's ferocious sound.
TRACKLIST 01. Prelude to Amber Pays the Rent 02. Stop Talking, Let's Fuck 03. A Wilderness, Except by Sight 04. Cocktown and the G Boys 05. Sportsfister 06. Theme From Diana
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This hour-long, six track monolith follows Geisha into a psychedelic black storm, their blown-out and raw rock infused with a bone-rattling recording and covered in a thick sheen of white noise and gritty distortion.
As with their previous album, the spirit of seminal noise rock / sludge rock (think Cherubs, Melvins, My Bloody Valentine’s Isn’t Anything for coordinates) is combined with violent, chaotic noise and tainted with blurred VHS cassette visions and vague allusions to BDSM, and then jammed through an orgone accumulator, forming a ferocious, crushing rock beast that reveals it’s powerful hooks and melodies underneath the churning distorted bass rumble and sludgemetal riffage , blasts of psychedelic drone-noise and corrosive skree, percussive pummel, and deranged singing. The sound is immense, and the first five tracks on Die Verbrechen Der Liebe deliver Geisha’s in-the-red heaviness and hooks in surplus. “Prelude To Amber Pays The Rent”, “A Wilderness, Except By Sight”, “Sportsfister” - every one is a crusher.
But then Geisha pull out the monstrous thirty-minute, thirty-five second closer “Theme From Diana”, and the tone changes completely. This track is a re-working of a “metal percussion” set that Geisha originally performed live several years ago, and it begins as a slowly building fog of voices and effects and shimmering metal that blooms into an expanse of droning, fx-heavy guitar, looping samples, cosmic effects, and improvised percussion. It’s a kind of rumbling industrial dronescape that stretches out forever, until suddenly in the last few minutes the drifting drones and psychedelic guitars and sampled voices suddenly explode in an immolating nuclear blast of overdriven, speaker-annhilating noise and the track immediately, terrifyingly changes shape into a monstrous lumbering noise-metal dirge that bulldozes out of your speakers, whooshing Hawkwind effects swooping overhead, the band knotted together into a white-hot blast of ultra heavy riffage, distortion, and a wall of percussive force. “Diana” is one of the most crushing pieces of music that I have ever heard from Geisha, like some majestic and brutal conglom of Swans, Skullflower, Merzbow, and Burmese forged into a destructive space-metal supernova.
01. Knit and Trash 02. I'm a Ninja 03. Schweden verpiss dich 04. No Time 05. Hit the Fall 06. Stay in School 07. Fight Yourself 08. I Love Television 09. From Fuckface to Duckface 10. Dieannas 11. Kamikatze Attack!
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This 3 Riotgirls from Sweden delivery you a brew of early eigthis hardcore in your ass punkrock. Heavily influenced by bands like DRI, Black Flag, Circle Jerks or Discharge. 11 songs in 12 ½ minutes, but they never use the feeling for great riffs and melodic songs.
1. Depart (I Never Knew You) ft John Darnielle 2. Bones To Pick 3. Thorn Bird II 4. Walking Distance 5. Telling the Hour 6. Run Rabbit Run 7. Geography 8. Arctic 9. Stranger
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Bellafea call Chapel Hill, North Carolina – a small college town famed mostly for its booming, influential 90s indie rock scene – home. The rich, independent music history and their subsequent Southern upbringing play obvious roles in structuring their individuality. Bellafea teems with the punk spirit of local townies Superchunk, while the trialing dissonance of Polvo shine through in their string parts. There is an earnest aggression in their music, perhaps channeled from their struggles with the vastly conservative Southeastern United States – the patriarchal, Bible-belt countryside where they grew up. There is resistance, and there is also a secular nod to their heritage and its inevitable and inspiring impact on their songwriting.
Cavalcade could be Bellafea’s “call to arms”. Recorded over two years during multiple sessions with Chapel Hill engineers Brian Paulson and Nick Petersen, focused on the ideas of plurality and layers, friends and enemies, dedication and rejection, decoding the feeling of fight. Bellafea’s urgency and battle cry is apparent; well-known for their captivating sold-out hometown performances, they have gained the loyalty of local musicians/friends John Darnielle (Mountain Goats), Dave Laney (Milemarker), Ben Davis (Sleepytime Trio, Bats & Mice), Daniel Hart (Polyphonic Spree, St. Vincent, John Vanderslice), Eric Moe (Zegota) who all – along with a choir of friends – lend a hand on their debut full-length.
Southern Records
LISTEN: Depart (I Never Knew You) ft John Darnielle
01. Schrodinger's Cat 02. Winter 03. Consent 04. Collapse 05. On Nature 06. Worldview 07. The Long Dance 08. Confinement 09. Hive 10. Tunnels 11. Master 12. Harm 13. Organism 15. Room 16. Moderation 17. Producer Of Grain 18. Ceaseless Noise Of Machines 19. Beyond The Spectacle 20. Torture
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Running For Cover’s ‘Human Ruins’ 7” was an unexpected powerviolence gem and this long-overdue follow-up hits the exact same mark, a 20-track system purge of unwavering disgust and despair that doesn’t quite know who to turn the gun on first. Though the brunt of their attack consists of thick, gnarled, painfully heavy riffage and bitter, bellicose rants, strange melodic twitterings and wandering Eric Wood-inspired basslines writhe semi-heard beneath the relentless cudgel blows, forcing the listener to stay on a caffeine-tweaked state of alert rather than slip into the droop-lidded complacency engendered by so many of the tiresome fastcore blunderers following in their wake.
1. Dark Corners 2. Witch Sister 3. Dimmer Suns 4. Old Leprechaun 5. Gatemaster 6. Footprint of a Fire 7. Rust in His Sleep 8. Pearl Lake 9. The Milk of the Cosmos has been Spoiled 10. Star Wormwood 11. Ceolacanth 12. Snakes of the Earth 13. Double Dare
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Possibly the most devastating Reptilian Records release to date, the sound of a charnal-house being leveled by a fleet of Sherman tanks during rush hour traffic. More than hyperbole, that accurately describes this album’s sonic devastation. Fresh on the charred heels of the split 7” with Medic, also on Reptilian, TRIAC continues its scorched earth policy with Dead House Dreaming, 13 no-nonsense tracks where grindcore, sludge, and thrash intersect. Captured with demanding clarity, depth, and target-practice accuracy by Chris Camden @ Ultrasound, Dead House Dreaming holds court with dynamic arrangements and well-honed song craft. Blake’s vocals are an authoritative bark, commanding respect above the distorted fray. TRIAC clearly gives a damn about raising the bar in extreme music beyond the usual bullshit posing, blood n’guts, speed trials, and triple-picked riff retardation. They’ve done it with Dead House Dreaming, elevating themselves quite a few gutter levels above the majority of grind bands content to wallow sheepishly in formula. Like Pig Destroyer or Soilent Green, TRIAC can stop the speed gears on a dime, shift into haunting experimental noise passages, 80’s thrash, full-on riff metal, or the kind of raw and ugly sludge favored by Glazed Baby or Buzzoven. Dead House Dreaming concludes with a respectfully noisy cover of Bauhaus’ “Double Dare”, and on the last note, it’s apparent there’s not a note wasted in this perfect album. Cover art torn from nightmares and translated into paint by artist Stephen Kasner.
TRACKLIST 01. J. Edgar Hoover 02. Comics as the modern mythology 03. Great disasters 04. Why drive when you can be driven 05. A legacy of bad decisions 06. F = ma 07. Disney bad 08. Las dolores 09. Onehundredjohns 10. Rush hour for commitment 11. Men of silence
01. Le Grand Wazoo 02. Ichtriol 03. Rhodamine 04. Sixplusone 05. Expellant 06. Lyrics Are Never More Important Than The Music 07. Route 27 08. Hymen
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"Oh, good," you're saying to yourself. "Weird instrumental rock from the Czech Republic." Even better (sigh), it's music that its makers call "compost rock," which turns out to be a pretty apt term: imagine a large pile of musical influences that includes everything from electronica to psychedelia to hardcore to prog, and that slowly collapses in on itself, producing a warm, fragrant, unified whole. Frankly, it's probably a good thing that this music is instrumental, since it's hard to imagine what kinds of words or sung melodies could go along felicitously with the strange, faintly dubwise "Le Grand Wazoo" or with "Sixplusone," which features synthesized marimba and ends up sounding like a cross between Dinosaur Jr. and Birdsongs of the Mesozoic. "Ichtriol" doesn't go much of anywhere and doesn't offer much fun along the way, but "Rhodamine" cooks nicely and "Hymen" features both a fun 5/4 time signature and spooky, Pere Ubu-flavored synthesizer noises -- and if there's one thing today's world could use more of, it's spooky, Pere Ubu-flavored synthesizer noises (though whether it needs more songs titled "Hymen" is open to debate). Not bad at all.
01. The Last Fifty-Eight Quatrains of The Seventh Century 02. Nail, Nail, Nail 03. All Those Wrists 04. Manbeam 05. Tidepool 06. Towing Anchors 07. Depths 08. Smear Merchant 09. All The Sons Are Fading 10. Carve Up and Give Away 11. Tiny Bomb 12. Something To Do With Death
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They've only been together for a year and a half, but the Burlington, Vermont band Romans is moving fast. Their debut album is only 23 minutes long, and they cram a lot into those 12 songs.
When All Those Wrists kicked off, I was afraid it was going to be another generic metalcore CD. There are some of those elements, but fortunately Romans is much more than that. In addition to standard metalcore, they also have songs that are heavy and sludgy, and even a track or two that's spacey and progressive.
Romans has all the pieces in place. They are a really new band, and All Those Wrists has bursts of good songwriting and originality. They just need to focus more on the things that make them different from the average metalcore band, and write songs that are a little catchier and more memorable. They are off to a good start, and I look forward to hearing them progress.
The rebel orthodontics - long songs are boring (most of the time
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01. Bring me back my ball before I start crying and go tell my mom 02. Do you remember that dream you told me about last spring 03. I always knew it was gonna happen to you before this summer 04. Much better when you smile and wink an eye before you leave 05. This is not my cup of tea, but I'll get along with it. Just trust me 06. The seal and the ball ain't always the same, don't you understand? 07. I love it when you take me to the beach on your brand new motorbike 08. Please let me get you a new turntable. You are spoiling all my records 09. Melting ice all over the place. This is the warming age and I'm not ready 10. There's no time, here it is: the onion's rebellion 11. Happy birthday Aaron. This is your present. Put your shoes and dance 12. Walking the dog by the pool I realized that I'd missed something
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The Rebel Orthodontics are Llovio y Yael. Father and daughter. Guitar and drummer. They are in Ibio (Cantabria). They give micro-songs and micro-shows.
Birra y Perdiz
LISTEN: Much better when you smile and wink an eye before you leave