Posts Tagged ‘fast’

Gutter Prince Cabal – 19th July 2025

Christopher Nosnibor

As far as I can recall, I first encountered the word ‘bruxism’ in the early 90s, through the back-print of my Therapy? ‘Teethgrinder’ T-shirt. I fucking loved Therapy?, and the shirt was one of my favourites. I regret selling it, but I needed to eat, and a stretched and faded T-shirt that would pay for a whole week’s worth of groceries was an obvious choice for bunging on eBay.

I’ve since come to realise that I, myself, am prone to extreme jaw clenching during times of anxiety, and while listening to particularly intense music. Which brings us to the eponymous debut by Bruxist. As the pitch outlines, ‘Rooted in crust punk fury and d-beat momentum, Bruxist crashes through the gates with chainsaw Stockholm-style death metal, grimy rock’n’roll swagger, and even shards of frostbitten black metal. It’s a high-speed collision of sound: filthy, feral, and dangerously alive.’

And it is. The album offer seven relentless, pummelling tracks, half of which are under – or only just over – three minutes in duration. ‘Inversion’ doesn’t so much launch the album as kick down and throw in a massive stash of Molotov cocktails before starting a riot as the building burns. It’s frenzied and filthy, the guitars are a murky blur, the drumming is frenetic and the vocals a gargling raw.

‘Six Feet Headfirst’ staggers and swaggers, brawling, snarling and rabid, before ‘Black Sheep Discipline’ slams in at a hundred and fifty miles an hour.

The album is relentless in its pace and brutality. There’s a moment in the closer, ‘Divide and Conquer’, where it breaks down to just the bass for a few bars. It’s the grungiest, gnarliest noise imaginable. Then everything piles back in and nothing short of absolute devastation ensues in that final minute.

Bruxist is done in around twenty-three minutes – and in that time the band delivers something that’s almost unspeakably savage. It’s a proper, full-throttle, furious jaw-clencher, that’s for sure.

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Lavadome Productions – 14th February 2025

Christopher Nosnibor

This is a release that’s certainly been a long time in coming: twelve years, in fact. Time flies when… life happens. Chaos Inception tore their way through two albums and then… they stopped. But now the Brazilian makers of supremely full-on black / death metal are making their return with eleven cuts of  brutal, two-hundred-mile-per-hour, gnarly, grunty metal, charged with the most relentless riffs and no apologies.

Sometimes, words feel somewhat futile in the face of such a monster attack. As you find yourself gasping for breath and your heart racing – because music can be so much more than something you listen to, and can be something that you feel, and even if death metal isn’t something you’re drawn to, there’s something to appreciate in the blistering force of a release like this.

Vengeance Evangel is everything they promise when they write that ‘The music channels an intensity that transcends mere aggression, evoking a spirit of triumph from within its seemingly chaotic energy.’ The energy does, indeed, seem chaotic: every track presents a maelstrom of churning guitars, blistering blastbeats, double-pedal bass drum attack, raw-to-the-core – but making music this frenetic also requires immense discipline and technical ability, and this is something that perhaps escapes the casual listener, or the non-listener who skips it and dismisses it as just so much frenzied metal noise.

The intensity of the sonic assault is matched by the intensity of focus in the performance on Vengeance Evangel. The solo work on ‘Falsificator’ is absolutely wild, a complete fretboard frenzy, swerving between a blanket of rapidfire notes and virtuoso mania, crazed tapping and squealy notes all over, while the drumming is nothing less than a raging tempest that goes way beyond timekeeping and hits a different platform of exploding, beat-heavy attack.

They slow things considerably on the slugging, chugging, ‘La Niebla en el Cementerio Etrusco’, but while the chords are low and slow the percussion blasts away at twice the speed, and the contrast alone is utterly brain-melting, and that’s before you get to the gut-punching guitar and vocals dredged from the pits of hell.

The title track is perhaps one of the weakest, by virtue of its predictability, being rather death-by-numbers – or perhaps it’s simply because of the strength of the tracks it finds itself in company with.

The jolting explosion of ‘Ultima Exitium’ is fast and furious, and it feels as if they crank everything up a few notches on the second half of the album for a pounding, punishing, relentless assault, pulling out unexpected stops/starts, swerving tempo changes, eye-popping solos – it’s got the lot, and all delivered with heartstopping precision. Vengeance Evangel is monster of an album, and the level of detail within each composition is remarkable. No wonder it took twelve years.

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Self-released – 14th February 2025

Christopher Nosnibor

Yes, it’s ‘when’, not if, and since January 20th this year, it feels as if that crumbling which has been slowly emerging, first as a series of cracks, is now accelerating, to the point that we’re well on the way to almost certain collapse as Trump ‘the peacemaker’ puts his foot to the floor and hurtles us headlong toward self-extinction, one way or another. So after the ‘when’, the only question remaining is ‘how?’

While we ponder that, US interstate internet-based technical / experimental death metal act have delivered – after quite some time – their second EP. Having formed in 2015, it took them until 2022 to birth Manifestum I, following which singer Chrisom Infernium departed, being replaced by Shawn Ferrell. In the overall scheme of their career to date, When Society Crumbles has come together pretty quickly.

It’s overtly a concept work, centred around a fifteen-minute suite of three pieces which each address component aspects of ‘When Society Crumbles’ – ‘Infrastructure’, ‘Insight’, and ‘Inferiority Complex’. Well, ok.

The guitar parts alone contain about three hundred notes per minute, a frantic blanket of fretwork bursting from the very first bars. The vocals switch from growls to barks to howls to the squeals of wounded pigs, sometimes layered to occur simultaneously, while the drums blast away at a manic pace.

One thing that stands out from the first track alone is the production. Perhaps it’s the technical angle, perhaps it’s the circumstance of the recording, since being in a room and making noise is a very different experience from bouncing audio files around via Dropbox or whatever and adding to them in isolation. It’s not the clarity or separation per se, but the way the different instruments reverb – or don’t so much – in different ways. It isn’t that it sounds or feels cobbled together – it doesn’t – it just sounds different. But in a world where so much music is uniform, conformist, even if to supposedly alternative values, different stands out, and we need different. But the way that snare drum and the tom rolls cut through… they dominate in a way that’s rare, but it works: all too often with death – and black – metal – the drum dominate live, but are submerged on the recordings, reduced to a rattling clatter that’s more like the hyperfast clicking of a knitting machine than the thunderous blast of a drum kit being hammered hard. In places, it’s so technical as to border on the jazzy, although it’s clear they’re not just about technical prowess.

Not quite so different is the relentless fury the trio bring with the pounding percussion and frenzied picking: these elements are very much of the genre – death metal played with a real attention to technical detail. There are some well-considered tempo changes, and even some gentler, almost folk-inspired moments on ‘Insight’, where it drops down to some soft picking.

The three movements of ‘When Society Crumbles’ lurch into rabid dark territory on the third and final segment, where heavily processed vocals rip across a full-throttle all-out metal assault. The final track, the standalone ‘Every Last Soul Unmade’ is the longest by some margin, extending to almost six minutes and slamming down a tumultuous broadside of wildly noodling lead guitar over a bass that lands like a knee to the stomach. These guys know what they’re doing. I hope they keep doing it when civil war breaks out. I mean if, if…

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Self-released – 23rd August 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

Violent and Murderous Thoughts is the second EP from ‘Horror-themed death metal act Morgue Terror’, and this one is all about ‘chronicling the atrocities of four sadistic serial killers and a debauched, abusive sect’ across its five tracks. In this sense, it broadly represents a thematic continuation of its predecessor, their eponymous debut, which was ‘all about the murders and characters in the Terrifier movies’. Nerds. However, it also marks something of a departure, being their first release ‘to have an actual drummer, with Dustin Klimek (ex-Full of Hell) behind the kit’.

His presence has certainly brought a new dynamic to the sound, with (full of) hell-for-leather pedalwork bringing relentlessly powerful beats to propel the furious fret frenzy and guttural grunting vocals. I mean, it’s impossible to determine by ear who any of the sadistic serial killers might be, and serial killers really have been done to death – if you’ll pardon the pun – and have, thanks to Channel 5 and Netflix, become completely mainstream. Still, in terms of revelling in gore and death metal tropes, Morgue Terror deliver everything they promise, and this EP sounds exactly the way you’d expect it to based on the bloody, gruesome cover art. Sure, it’s puerile and way over the top – the cover and the music – but it works.

‘Chessmaster’ (inspired by Claude Bloodgood, perhaps?) showcases some well-conceived dynamics, with tempo changes and breakdowns aplenty and some interesting chord progressions, packing a lot of action into only a little more than three minutes. ‘Bludgeoned_Brutalized’, the longest of the songs and running past four minutes conveys the sentiment of the title as an aural manifestation, relentlessly battering the listener with punishing force. The vocals sound as if they’re being coughed through a cascade of blood while the guy’s entrails are being torn out through his abdomen. Make no mistake, this is nasty, and single cut ‘Neanderthal’, which features guest vocalist Cheney Crabb is punishing from beginning to end, three devastating minutes of raw intensity.

There is simply no let-up across the duration of Violent and Murderous Thoughts, and while the whole EP may only have a duration of around eighteen minutes, it’s a blunt forced trauma in musical form: hard-hitting and harrowing, it leaves you feeling battered, bruised and borderline concussed.

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2nd July 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

Unless I’m looking in all the wrong places, one genre you don’t seem to find many emerging acts coming through in is hardcore punk. Reissues of vintage bands – even minor cult acts who were criminally overlooked in their time – are coming (back) to light with releases on Southern Lord and the like, but new true hardcore punk acts are few and far between, with many presenting a more metal

This is raw, fast, gritty, and angry. And political. ‘Realise’ is a fist-pumping roar of rage, positively foaming at the mouth with the fury of betrayal. Told from the position of the punter for whom the penny’s dropping that they’ve been lied to and done over, ‘Realise’ rails against the system and the way in which politics serves politicians rather than the people. As they put it, ‘Writing with the credo “Shit’s fucked – call it out”, the song highlights that politics doesn’t, and cannot, happen only once every five years. Obviously, these guys get it, but it still shocks me that there’s such a thing as working-class Tories. They seem to proliferate in run-down rural areas, places like Lincolnshire, North Yorkshire, Norfolk, and Suffolk. Many of these regions are agricultural, and the (ageing) populations have bought the myth that the migrant workers picking and sorting veg for minimum wage – the same migrant workers who serve them their coffees and also service their health in evermore dilapidated hospitals – are stealing their jobs. Those would be the jobs they’re retired from, and would never have done on account of the pay and conditions being poor. But this is the way of capitalism – blaming the most vulnerable for your own plight while aspiring to higher things and buying into the idea of trickle-down economics is simply pissing on the head of the person on the next rung down because the person on the rung above is pissing on you, and because they’re on the higher rung, it must be right. It is, of course, a complete con. Shit is, indeed, fucked.

The bass-rattling blast of ‘Grindstone,’ which first surfaced a few years ago, finally makes it to an EP, and it perfectly summarises the wearying, dulling, life-robbing effects of drudge labour and the living hell of working all hours and multiple shit jobs to make ends not even meet. ‘I got my nose to the grindstone every day / I’m grinding so hard I grind my face away / I leave blood on the floor wherever I go / If I grind much more I’ll be grinding bone’ paints a visceral picture and take the notion of working one’s finger to the bone to its logical conclusion. This is precisely what proponents of capitalism and governments who support it want. A people too busy killing themselves with work just to stay alive hasn’t the time or the energy to protest, to uprise, to vote. Notably, the main parties all spoke of rewards for ‘hard-working families’, reinforcing the idea that both families and hard work are both normal and desirable goals. This is clearly false: not everyone is suited to family life, and rewards should not be based on one’s level of conformity, and a question I have asked elsewhere is why should work be hard? It should be enough to simply work, to earn a day’s pay, and still have the energy – physical and mental – to have a life outside it. Promoting the idea that hard work is something we should want to spend our lives on is simply another means of oppression. And yes, making art is work: art and culture are essential, and the existence of cave paintings is testament to the fact that the need for art is in our DNA. So fuck the pitch that work has to be long hours grinding out shit earning a pittance to fund the CEO’s multi-million pound package as if it’s somehow noble. It’s not: it’s exploitation, pure and simple.

This brings us to the final cut, ‘We’re All Going to Hell’, is a full-throttle rabble rouser with a strong chorus. It’s simple, direct, unpretentious. Much as I admire poeticism in songwriting, every form has its time and place, and Hearse Pileup are agitators, looking to shake people awake. You might think their fanbase would be young and left-leaning, but so many who have grown up under the last government are prematurely world-weary, dead on their feet, and apathetic to the whole circus. These are the people Hearse Pileup are reaching out to. And for this purpose, they don’t need to be subtle, but instead deliver a sonic slap round the chops. And with this EP, that’s precisely what they deliver.

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Regenerative Productions – 7th June 2024

Christopher Nosnibor

The last couple of years – and 2024 in particular – has seen a huge upturn in acta reconvening after lengthy breaks. Anticipation for the Autumn drop of the first album from the Jesus Lizard in over two decades is immense, but then only this week I wrote – extremely favourably – on the new album by The March Violets, released eleven years on from its predecessor, and From Fire I Save The Flame by Three Second Kiss – twelve years down the line from their last album. They all have their reasons for pausing, and for the timing being now, but as much as its perhaps coincidental, it makes for exciting times for fans who had little to no expectation of ever hearing new material. And what’s more, and perhaps most remarkable, is that these albums have been proving to be GOOD – not some damp squib, reheated soufflé reunions which sully their catalogues and make you wish they hadn’t bothered (in the way Bauhaus’ Go Away White was such a monumental let-down).

And so here we have Norwegian death-metal outfit Okular with their first full-length release in eleven years since their 2013 second album Sexforce.

I will confess to being unfamiliar with their previous work, which means I’m unqualified to comment on how the aptly-titled Regenerate stands in comparison. But I do feel able to consider Regenerate on its own merits.

Blasting in with ‘Back to Myself and Beyond’ the sound is dirty, murky, dingy as fuck, snarling, gnarled vocals spewing venom and gargled gasoline over churning guitars, from which emerge the occasional squealy note before flicking into a quickly-woven blanket or fretwork wizardry. Underneath it all, the bass and drums thump and thud away at a hundred miles an hour, muffled, muddy, and manic.

The two-and-a-half-minute title track follows this five-minute titan, and it’s a fast-and-furious fretfest, on which the vocals switch between menacing growl, strangled rasp, and raw deep-throated demonic howl.

All of the requisite tropes are in place: a hefty percussive barrage and super-fast fingerwork provide the backdrop to ugly, bowels-of-hell vocals, with some rapid drops and sudden breakdowns, and when it comes to genres, missing these elements is case for disappointment. That said, there is still scope for invention, and ‘A New Path’ brings what its title proffers, opening with a soft acoustic almost country-tinged grunge intro, before doom-laden power chords crash in, an unstoppable chuggernaut – and the two elements play off one another to forge a really interesting dynamic.

The album’s shortest track, ‘Debauchery’ surprises again, with another almost folky acoustic flavour to start, before simmering up to a boil to deliver what it promises in the shape of some spectacular soloing, preceding the album’s longest track, the six-and-a-half-minute epic what is ‘Another Dimension of Mind’. It’s a delicate, lilting, layered acoustic segment – which is really quite technical and borders on a blend of folk and neoclassical – which plays out on the album’s closer, ‘Elevate’, and it’s really quite nice. Of course, everything blasts in at double the standard intensity for the final minute, and it’s positively incendiary, a ground-scorching flame-thrower assault that hits like a tsunami before an abrupt and unexpected end.

Regenerate is a smart album. By its nature, technical prowess and musicianship is portrayed almost extravagantly, but, as is the law, it’s contrasted with the dirtiest, hardest, fastest riffs. But Regenerate offers so much more – more texture, more stylistic diversity, more range, a really ambitious approach to songwriting that goes beyond the confines of genre.

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Christopher Nosnibor

Apart from a couple of dates earlier in the year, it’s been a fair while since OFF! toured the UK. This visit consists of half a dozen dates, taking in Dublin, Glasgow, Bristol, Brighton, and Pitchfork Music Festival in London – which makes York a real outlier. Leeds, you’d probably expect – having previously brought the noise to The Brudenell and Belgrave – but York? The Crescent has been going front strength to strength in recent years, and with some bold booking (notably, tonight’s show is hosted as a ‘Brudenell Presents…’ event), the 350-capacity venue has been bringing some impressive names to a city that for many years languished as a musical backwater.

OFF! certainly qualify as an impressive name. As a founding member of both Black Flag and the Circle Jerks, Keith Morris is indisputably one of the key figures of the original hardcore scene. Since hooking up guitarist-producer Dimitri Coats (Burning Brides), they’ve built a supergroup that’s been tearing up venues since 2009. And the reason they’ve such a strong following isn’t because of who’s in the band, but because they deliver pure, back-to-basics hardcore punk: hardly any effects pedals, no gimmicks or banter, just song after song, most under two minutes long, played as hard and as fast as is humanly possible.

This current iteration finds them boating a powerhouse rhythm section comprising bassist Autry Fulbright II (…And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead) and drummer Justin Brown (Thundercat, Herbie Hancock).

In tow, they have Washington DC punk duo Teen Mortgage. They shuffle into the stage crowded with kit (it’s not a tiny stage, but two big drum kits plus some beefy backline don’t leave much room. The singer / guitarist is wearing a Motorhead T and has patches of Misfits and the like on his jeans. He greets the crowd with a drawling “Whassuuup?” and then they’re straight down to business. The duo sound cheap, trashy and in places slightly thin by design: they’re not into the new trend of heaps of effects and splitting the guitar through two cabs or whatever. They’re doing it the old school way, fast and frantic, and with the drums dominating. The result is rather like DZ Deathrays with the addition of twirling drumsticks. Nothing technical or complex, just two guys making a racket and at fast pace. And it’s ace, because it’s so immediate. The crowd – and it’s a decent turnout – recognise this and the moshing gets going early on.

OFF! don’t piss about either. Again, there’s absolutely nothing fancy about their or their setup. Brown has the band’s name in strips of electrical tape on the bass drum. The kit looks battered, and there are just a few bottles of water and mugs of herbal tea on stage – and again, barely any effects pedals.

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Keith Morris may have started his careers as an angry young man, and now he’s an angry old man who still performs with the passion of an angry young man. This guy really puts so many bands a fraction of his age to shame. He’s now into his late 60s, but doesn’t stop for breathers, there are no instrumental breaks while he recovers himself: instead, he rants away as feedback streams from the stage between songs. The bald spot is now covered by a hat, and the dreadlocks are down past knees. But other than this, little is different from the times I saw them in 2012 and 2014: the hand-written setlist is still several feet long, consisting of half a ream of sheets taped together and they power through almost thirty songs in less than eighty minutes. Bam! Bam! Bam! Song after song, each one blasting in, bamalamalamalam and stop! The moshpit grows and grows, and the energy in the room is fantastic. And then they’re done: quick, clean, and efficient, this is hardcore at its best.

After the announcement of their new album Ashes, Organs, Blood and Crypts, Autopsy peel back the skin of their new record with a bloodied single, ‘Throatsaw’. The track is whirling dervish of razor sharp riffing and serrated vocals that slice through the mix delivering that signature Autopsy sound.

Regarding the single, Chris Reifert had the following to say:

“For this selection we have decided to cast aside musical acrobatics, high-brow labyrinthian showings off of scales, sweeps and noodlings, lush sonic passages and deep audio journeys rare and untold, egotistical trains of thought and neo-classical wizardry and well…just cut your fuckin’ throat wide open and giggle like cretins while the blood sprays in every direction. Doesn’t that sound like fun, kiddies?”

The single is accompanied by an animated lyric visualiser created by Andrea Mantelli Productions.

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Hot on the heels of 2022’s universally lauded opus, Morbidity Triumphant, the US death metal greats now return for a new sermon of sickness, with ‘Ashes, Organs, Blood & Crypts’, featuring brutal bouts of riffery feral attacks, soul crushing doom and all out skull splitting heaviness.

Emerging from their sepulchre comes yet another horrendous piece of art from long time collaborator Wes Benscoter (Bloodbath / Slayer). Inspired by the title, the band let Wes’ imagination run amok, conjuring up yet another horrifying monument to Autopsy’s latest musical offering.

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20th January 2023 – New Heavy Sounds

Christopher Nosnibor

Back in November, we showcased Death Pill’s ‘Расцарапаю Ебало’ – because it’s a killer tune. And now, ahead of the release of their eponymous debut album, out next month, the Ukrainian all-female trio have served up a second single, ‘Miss Revolt.’

There are three things which are particularly striking about it.

The first is context: the press release explains how ‘The band’s album was recorded before the war started but the majority of it was mixed while the invasion was going on and the band are also now all spread out with Mariana staying in Kyiv, while the other two are in Spain in Australia.’ This doesn’t just show a dogged determination on their part, but also highlights just how media coverage and representations of the war in Ukraine fail to convey so much of the reality of life – and how despite it all, life goes on. In the face of such adversity, and now geographical dispersement, it may seem to some that pressing on with releasing music is insane. But it makes perfect sense. Creativity for some is the only way to cling on to life and sanity. And the album is set for release on the 24th February 2023, perhaps fittingly a year to the day that Russia invaded Ukraine.

The second is content. Yes, it was recorded prior to the invasion, but ‘Miss Revolt’ is nevertheless an angry song about social rejection and the difficulties of peer groups and growing up. It’s real and it’s relatable and while I’m past that stage in my life – mostly now – thee pain of those formative years never truly leaves you, and as such, it speaks to adolescents present and past.

The third is that it’s a blistering guitar-driven punk racket absolutely popping with energy and ferocity. It’s loud, it’s abrasive, and it’s all over in under a minute and a half. It’s a raw-throated blast of roaring fury with churning guitars and drumming so fast as to cause whiplash. Hard and heavy, it’s fast, fiery, ferocious, and absolutely killer.

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I’m almost certain I saw False Heads playing live in Manchester early in their career, but I’m struggling to locate evidence to substantiate this on my cluttered hard drive.

While I was searching on my fruitless mission I pondered the accompanying blub, wondering if #’alternative grunge’ isn’t a tautology – because even when Nirvana and Hole broke the charts, they were never really mainstream – they were alternative acts that just happened to break through, as such because of the zeitgeist as anything.

Anyway: FALSE HEADS have unveiled their scathing new single: ‘Mime The End’.

Produced by Frank Turner, the clangorous new cut comes as a second glimpse into the band’s long-awaited new album ‘Sick Moon’, set for release on 30 September 2022 via Scruff of the Neck Records.

Watch the vid here:

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