Powerviolence is fast like a short sharp shock a cousin of grindcore, and both are not known for their gentle volume levels. But here I find Arkansas’s Terminal Nation recorded rather on the quiet-side and Absolute Control will appear via Deep Six Records on June 9 2017. Bludgeoning their way through 9 tracks lasting from 30 to 160 seconds even sounding a little like Lawnmower Deth on their track ‘Grave’
Powerviolence waits for no man, and the trademark frenetic race to the end is evident through the majority of these tracks. The latter half stretch their time out over 2 minutes, which allows for some deviation and even some rhythm sections on songs like ‘Pulse of the Dead’.
And set closer ‘Broken’ could be a different band all together, as it slows down to the relentless grind barrage of a shell bombardment.
In the mid 90s I DJ-ed a club night called Sticky Youth Club, all very kitsch and tongue in cheek, but nothing as sticky as this lot Morass of Molasses! They are self proclaimed ’Swamp Masters’ but it is a marsh of THICK treacle they dwell in as this oozes forth and drips from the speakers when you hit Play. A power trio along the lines of an updated Blue Cheer for the modern era, or ZZ Top at their most dirtiest and dustiest. Or heavy weight masters Mountain pushed through a mangle and then shredded through a grater.
Released on HeviSike Records this follows on from their So Flows Our Fate 2015 four tracker and continues to pile on the pounds of heavy duty sleazy blooze with heavy dooty titles such as “Serpentine”, “My Leviathan” and “Wrath of Aphrodite” which are all held together, anchored by the drummer Chris. Having shared the stage with luminaries such as Orange Goblin as well as local UK scene setters Sea Bastard, Desert Storm, Elephant Tree and Gurt they would appeal to fans of any of those afore mentioned acts as there is the sheer volume and power, the doom tinged topics of mysticism and ancient legend and the tightness of a well rolled doobie!
Swedish doomsayers Alastor are releasing this EP on Twin Earth in March 2017 digitally and CD, and maybe a vinyl copy will follow…and it has a very Swedish sound, as it’s opening riffs remind me of Monolord and that fuzzed-out-greebo-leather-clad-stained-denim-biker-stoner-rock. The vocals have that kinda disorientating distant recorded in the next room feel to them, and the guitar wah-wahs are sublime accompanied by crunching feedback. They play rather slow, so songs are on the longer side, and take time to develop and ripen up.
Since I last cavorted with these witches in their sacred grove, they have either added an old crone to their coven or retrained at Spell School as vocals are now a thing, and originally, I am sure Space Witch were an instrumental based (with the odd speech sample) space rocking psyche doom band. However, the vocals are not a central part of their mix as this launches, they still excel at electronic synth weirdness.
Opener “Cosomonid” has some smart snappy drumming by Daniel to take this through the rabbit hole in to the nether regions of Wonderland. The full-frontal keyboard electronic effects are displayed heavily here, although at times they do sound a little cheesy, but that’s just my take on it, but this is countered by the driving guitar of Darren who makes sure this gets over the line at the end.
“Astro Genocide” starts off with one of those bowel-loosening guitar riffs that first reared its head in the early days of grindcore, but this time it is to open up a space exploratory mission, where the instruments mix together like different oils on the top of still water. And here we see the first appearance of Peter’s vocals, barking like they are commands to Starship Space Witch as it hurtles on through this space exploration. Maybe Space Witch are the space child of Hawkwind who will continue the mission boldly going where no space cadet has gone before.
This record sang to me even before I pressed play as I was reading the press release notes, it is a concept album around the issue of pain.
And this is very close to me as I have experienced neuropathic nerve damage pain for about 8 years after a very nasty and unexplained infection.
So let’s get on to Dynfari, who play a black metal infused prog tinged shoe gazing post rock. Using a fantasy writer’s theories on the mind and its processing of pain. Aldous Huxley and Jim Morrison discussed the doors of perception, and Patrick Rothfuss is speaking of the four doors here. To me, it can feel like a revolving door of pain at times. And this musical journey evokes that as well as it moves through differing emotions and moods as it entwines Icelandic poet Jóhann Sigurjónsson’s view of human existence, so we are back with Huxley and Mr. Mojo Risin’!
Trump maybe getting ‘really bad drudes out,’ but this bad Drude is here to stay! And that is because it hides and morphs and blends in like a musical chameleon.
You know how it is, you get comfy with something you know and feel familiar with for a minute or two, then it explodes in to an outpouring of harsh sludge which flattens me to the floor.
Drude hail from Indiana, and I am guessing that it’s Eerie, Indiana (I’m showing my age, aren’t I?) as they mix and contort their sound along the lines of reality distortion expected of some Sam Rami horror movie.
After the opening horror of “Drude,” we slow down to a bong pace for “Barbelo,” as it builds slowly layer upon layer like silt at the bottom of a river… and the music swirls around as the smoke begins to rise.
I am late to the party, but a friend gave me Mustaine: A Life in Metal which was a terrific read, and made me feel 15 again in the summers of the late 80s.
And to cap it all, Death of Kings come along with a top crossover thrash single to be the soundtrack to my imaginary salad days reverie! Hailing from Atlanta, these guys pack a punch, no holds barred full on no messing thrash. With some traditional reference points for sonic boom speed shredding lead guitar solos and power holocaust vocal screams.
This is a taster of the coming long player Kneel Before None later this year, and the vinyl will be a limited edition release, which I will miss out on I am sure, and I couldn’t face the import charges for bringing it over to Old Blighty. But any of you who can afford it, get on this as soon as you can, it will be released on March 31st, and will not disappoint closet old timer thrashers or the neo-wavers that missed it first time round but have youth on their side.
My, they have been busy of late with some excellent tuneage coming near your ears this year! What better way to sum up the events of last year with a release schedule of grunging, stoner, doom and sludge to nourish us nether-beings and keep us hanging on.
Kicking off this mighty crop is 1968, a British rawk band funnelling the colours of Black, Blue and Purple, of the Sabbath, Cheer and Deep kind! Names after their mutual musical love of the albums released in that halcyon year 1968.
This four track EP Fortuna Havana was released on Feb 10th, so is hot off the press, and the amps are still humming with that sweet fuzz vibe! 1968 offer full pelt power rock assault. Riffs, lead solos, and I fully expect dusty flares and billowing shirts to boot! Opener “Vorpal” makes no bones about what is going on here, amplifier worship of the hazy 1960s. and it’s a boogie beauty getting me get my thang on straight away!
Nashville doom band Season of Arrows have left Static Tension Recordings and are very excited about moving to Argonauta Records, and are due to release their second LP on March 24th.
Reminding me of Witch Mountain in more ways than one, Season of Arrows offer a luxuriant album, that first coaxes you in with its warm purple and orange album covers and the haunting pose of the lady as she walks towards you, and then sinks its hooks in like an addictive illegal substance.
“Deep Graves” uses echo to good effect on her voice to add an extra layer and nether worldly dream charm to the hazy stoned heavy metal playing behind enhancing my opium day dream. Whilst “Evil Lord” scares me with those Hammer Horror riifs and “The Bridge” takes me down loooow, with a comedown in to the depths of darkness and solitude, a suffocating pit I struggle to resist her siren like charms. They have the chunk power of Witch Mountain and the mesmerizing haunt of Devil’s Blood.