Thursday, 30 May 2013

Fair Warning! Don't Miss ... Boneworm

Got a Pay What You Want download here of a band so good it feels mighty guilty to have my paypal be deactivated at the moment.  Heavy as lead shoes, slow as molasses dripping from a sloth's butt yet somehow still as catchy as an STD in Thailand.  You've got to check out Boneworm.  Who are they?  Where are they from?  How did they get here?  Read on ...

BIO:

"The themes on Boneworm's self-titled debut are brutish and desolate. Songs of love have their place in timid ballads and frivolous pop ephemera. But concepts like failure and crushing doubt are burdensome beasts that are best caged and conveyed in music that is unafraid to handle them. This has always been the dire necessity of metal music. Boneworm tells these tales by calling upon rasped howls, punishing bass, and the occasional guitar solo that delicately pulls us aside and promises that nothing will ever be ok again.

For a genre that is frequently looking outward into the psychedelic aether, Boneworm offers their doom with a sense of crushing immediacy. Which is the more terrifying, the intricate words of a sinister hex being cast, or plaintively being told that nothing matters because time is already against you?

To be fair, imagery of bubbling cauldrons and mystic dimensions is overkill when you're already writing your music against the backdrop of Portland, Orygun. A discerning ear will detect the homages and influences, but Boneworm's sound is brewed and bottled in a northwest style. This is the soundtrack to rain-slick blacktop glowing under sodium lamps. This is the thump and rattle of freight trains and rattling windows in the industrial district. This is the distinct sound of Cascadian doom.

Boneworm is Tim Burke. Tim plays guitar and shoulders the burden of knowing exactly how you are going to die.

Boneworm is Dave Becker. Dave plays bass and, like a lich or a Roman emperor, only seems to be growing more powerful with age.

Boneworm is Chaz Rocker. Chaz plays drums and hangs out with your Camaro-driving uncle. Ask about the weekend they drove to Reno."


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Wednesday, 29 May 2013

Grave Disgrace - Triumphant & Militant Church (album review)

Grave Disgrace came to my attention sometime last summer while searching albums "tagged with doom" on bandcamp.  The cover of their self-titled debut grabbed me, something about it told me this was going to be something that wouldn't disappoint.  It didn't, I'm still listening to that album, especially "The Mire Brings".  It's very Sabbath-y in the sense that the vocals are Ozzy-like and the guitar hits that perfect Iommi tritone that's neither too thick and distorted nor too thin and weak.  In fact, this slightly mysterious Russian band gets things just right more often than not from the artwork on down.  By the time I discovered they had a new release out, it had been a while since I heard a brand new, really doom-y album as was 'Triumphant & Militant Church' by Grave Disgrace, the band's second major release on bandcamp.  Needless to say, the next 30 minutes after pressing play will drown you in doom.

After the long, slow and entirely doom-y tension builder, "East of the Sun", the band gets down to business.  "Ice Tentacles" slams in with the kind of riff with the kind of tone that I'm always looking for but had been hearing less and less of.  It's for that reason if for no other that I "lost my shit" (as the youngsters say), when I first listened to this thing.  And a worthy reason it was.  I like my doom thick, shaggy, and possessing sharp claws and teeth and an ill-tempered demeanor.  I like stuff that is more experimental and pushes boundaries too.  But nothing is going to make me lose more of said 'shit' than an entry into the genre of doom that doesn't have a slash next to it.  This is what I listen for.  This is what I scour for.  To find stuff like this.  All this is not to say the band hasn't changed, grown or progressed.

The biggest, most obvious change of all is in the vocals.  Where Aleksei Uvarov sounded Ozzy-like on 'Grave Disgrace', he doesn't sing here on 'T&MC' so much as create a chemical process deep within his guts that belches through him miraculously forming words on the way out.  In effect, the vocals have taken on a much deeper tone.  Comparing "Ice Tentacles" to say "The Mire Brings", one might get the impression that it's an entirely new singer.  That may even be true!  With very little info on the band available I'm relying on The Metal Archives here for my information, but that's usually a trusted source.  A change of heart perhaps?  Who knows?  Either way, the change of direction from melodic to guttural vocals is a significant one.  It gives the band a sludgy overtone, but I don't want to get into the game of putting slashes next to what Grave Disgrace does, they cut enough deep slashes in listeners anyway.

Side B continues the pattern on of an intro, in this case "West of the Moon" ("East of the Sun" on side A, see how that works?) preceding a longer, mercilessly slow riff fest, on this side taking the form of "The Cult".  It picks up where "Ice Tentacles" left off, having much the same tone and tempo as it's side A twin.  The largest difference between the two being the driving pace that closes out the last minute of the song.  A precursor to the next Grave Disgrace release?  Time will only tell.  It certainly leaves the door open to a sequel.

This is doom in its purest, grimiest incarnation, hammering slowly away at the nerve until the very last minute of the album.  That's when they bring the chainsaw out and make the final end a messy one.  I highly recommend this album to anyone who listens to doom.  You can't always say that, no matter how good an album you've got.  This isn't middle of the road stuff, this is hammer on temple doom!

Highlights include: "Ice Tentacles" and "The Cult"

Rating: 5/5

Total Run Time: 31:57

Aleksei Uvarov - Bass, vocals
Konstantin Belousov - Drums
Sergey Saprantsev - Guitars

From: St. Petersburg, Russia

Genre: Doom

Reminds me of: Grave Siesta, Pilgrim

Release Date: April 9, 2013

Suggested listening activity for fellow non-stoners: The perfect 'road music' soundtrack for an armored tank rolling into battle.

Better Review:
Sludgelord

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Doom Charts for 05/29/13

Top 25 Songs
#). Song Title (artist/album)
  1. Prepare To Die (Devil To Pay / Fate Is Your Muse)
  2. Poison Apple (Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats / Mind Control)
  3. Lunar Master (Mothership / ST)
  4. One of a Kind (Nocturnal / single)
  5. Ladies of the Night (Devil / Gather the Sinners)
  6. Electric Mistress [7" edit] (Stoned Jesus / single)
  7. Savage Dancer (Black Moth / 7" single)
  8. Crux To Bear (Across Tundras / Split LP w/ Lark's Tongue)
  9. Vertigo (Zodiac / ST)
  10. Rebecca At The Well (Revelation / Inner Harbor)
  11. Swing the Scimitar (Black Pyramid / Adversarial)
  12. Walpurgia (Weed Priest / ST)
  13. ... And Death Rides With Us (Temptations Wings / Legends of the Tusk)
  14. Conflict (Philip H. Anselmo / War of the Gargantuas)*
  15. Goodbye Gemini (Blood Ceremony / The Eldritch Dark)
  16. Under Control (Space Mushroom Fuzz / Something Weird's Going On)
  17. Milk Leg (Intronaut / Habitual Levitations)*
  18. Black Flag (Tsar Bomba / Silent Queen)*
  19. Mars Father (Aleph Null / Belladonna EP)*
  20. Ice Tentacles (Grave Disgrace / Triumphant & Militant Church)*
  21. Doomsday Calling (Lothorian / Welldweller)*
  22. Kingdom of Others (Death Ape Disco / Supervolcano)
  23. In The Heather (Romero / Take The Potion)
  24. God Is Dead? (Black Sabbath / 13)*
  25. Girls 'n' Guns (Deaf Proof / Beyond the Orange Door Demo)*
* New Song

Outgoing songs:
Polygon of Eyes (Scorpion Child / ST)
Dull Ache [I Hate Myself Today] (Tentacle / Ingot Eye)
Shadow King (Beastwars / Blood Becomes Fire)
Chrononaut (Crag Dweller / Magic Dust)
For the Throne of Fire (Kröwnn / Hyborian Age)
Yorgan Mountain (Green Shade / ... Bright Interlude)
Kärsimyksen tie (Musta Risti / ST)
Purple Void (Spacefog / Purple Void)

Fair Warning! Don't Miss ... Tangerine Stoned!


Take it from one who spent five years of his life listening to virtually nothing but 60s / early 70s psychedelic / prog music, Tangerine Stoned is the genuine article.  You could swear this is some long-lost album from the decade of flowers in gun-barrels and turtle vans.  Check it out on the player below after reading this short ...

BIO:

"Tangerine Stoned formed in Summer 2011 by guitar player Alex Key and vocalist Chris Jei.  Their intention was to re-create the sounds of 60s psychedelic bands like Pink Floyd, Doors, Cream, Seeds, Jimi Hendrix Experience.  They recruited Daniel on bass guitar, Verner on keys and Checcho on the drums.

"They immediately started to write original material inspired by the acid sound of the aforementioned bands.  In late 2012 they signed a deal with Moonlight Records and started to record their debut album the self-titled 'Tangerine Stoned'.  The album was released in May 2013.  The band is currently gigging throughout Italy, and it's getting ready for a European tour in the Fall."

And if all that isn't enough to convince you, catch the band's full 40 minute live performance on the clip below:

 

Tangerine Stoned on facebook

Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Grey Host - Dawn For Vultures (album review)

Artwork by John "Stormcrow" Sebastian (guitar/vocals)
Grey Host come form that formerly great and bustling metropolis Cincinnati but sound as though they have emerged from some Cimmerian bog, hands tied, face down, having been left for dead, left for Set, axe wound to the skull, but still unstoppable, only made stronger by the experience, an experience that has left its mark, not only in the form of a gnarly scar along the ridge of the Grey Host's head, but, a mark that manifests itself in the form of atmospheric brooding.  For the Grey Host will seek his revenge.  And, lo!  There shall come a time of reckoning.  Restoration of honor becomes his obsession.  He stalks the mist shrouded peaks of Hyperborea, brooding in contemplation, seething in anger, finding resolve.  If you don't believe me, just listen to "The Shaman".  (And for the record, I know what a host is but prefer to personify my records in the form of an individual, okay!  Of course, there are multiple meanings to the word 'host' and maybe my interpretation of the name implies an individual who is host to some form of grey demon, creature, parasite or in this case is host to a seething lust for recompense.)

Anyway, that's what it comes down to here.  Tough as nails doom, filthy vocals and sludgy drone, which paints pictures of ravaged landscapes, to create a style all their own.  This is Grey Host's signature, Doom n' drone.  When I say drone here, I'm talking about the understated instrumental passages the band lace carefully throughout the disc.  The sludge comes here in the form of dust caked in the corners of eyes in a parched expanse, the swamp is but a memory, a lifetime away.  Grey Host fleck off riffs like dry, cracked skin, peeling long strips off in an instrumental direction.  Barely audible keyboard drone makes all the difference in the world here, lending the music the sound of a howling wind sweeping across the desert plain.  Again, it's not something you would automatically notice, but it's there, more felt, more subconsciously absorbed, than heard, let alone enjoyed.

Another intrinsic factor to the Grey Host experience is the pace.  Grey Host keep it slow and lumbering, stooped, massive shoulders with arms that terminate in axes which weigh far heavier than the price of a man's soul.  The band doesn't bust out into a trot or charge through tracks at a galloping pace.  They stalk their prey like a sinewy panther, muscles tensed like oiled chords rippling beneath bronzed and sun parched skin (I'm paraphrasing Robert E. Howard here from memory because that's what Grey Host does to me).  Actually, it's hard to call the music strictly slow.  It is at times, but mostly it's kept to the tempo of a brisk walk, or slow march.  Notes are steeped in remorse, sorrow and haunted by the memory of acts it sometimes takes for a body to survive a hard driven life.

Photo by Greg Lutz
Grey Host inhabit a land of giants, wizards and warriors.  It's an impressive debut, the six songs on the album create a run on effect with each track kicking at the rubble of the previous track to start the avalanche of the next one.  For nearly an hour the band smashes heads in, then broods about the next attack.  Rarely does the Grey Host experience regret, but on closing track "Dawn for Vultures" there's a bone weariness to go along with a slightly western feel, the development of which begins slowly in the second half of the preceding track, "Bonemother".  See how the tracks run into one another, develop and roll through each other?  'Dawn For Vultures' is sure to satisfy the doom, sludge and drone crowds, taking an experimental approach while still remaining accessible.  The band still has shirts and CDs available through their bandcamp page too, so check it out by following the links on the player below and snatch it all up before it's gone.  I got my CD in the mail already and it's a nice looking package with an especially cool drawing in red ink on the inside of the gatefold.  Peep it here.

Highlights include: "The Shaman" and "Bonemother"

Rating: 4.5/5

Total Run Time: 54:30

John Sebastian - Guitars/Vocals
Jason Nix - Guitars
Zac Schmidt - Drums
Evan Roberts - Organ

From: Cincinnati, Ohio

Genre: Doom, Sludge, Drone

Reminds me of: Conan, Kröwnn

Release Date: March 30, 2013

Suggested Listening Activity for Fellow Non-Stoners: This is music for a Hyborian war party, traveling by caravan through a desert plain.

Better Reviews:
The Sludgelord

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Monday, 27 May 2013

Beringia - Domesticated Animals EP (album review)

Cover Artwork by Ben Jackson
Yes folks, it's time once again to turn our collectively paranoid gaze southward to Stumptown, otherwise known as Portland, Oregon.  No longer a pit stop on the coast highway, it's multifarious art and music scenes have the city pegged as a destination for art and music lovers in and of itself.  Alright, I don't know much about these guys, except that Juan the guitarist is in another awesome band called Sioux who you can check out on the Eolian Empire comp (check it out, track 13).

Swinging bass strikes dribble in oddmetre like blood from hanging corpses.  Inquisitional intensity first squeezes and strangulates grooves before they  are given a chance to take off, then dismembers the notes, spraying them in unexpected directions across the length of the record.  Post-punk syncopation is taken to extremes, redecorating the foundations of this music in its own intestines.  'Domesticated Animals' is as aggressive as a jonesin' junky's knife thrusts, while still keeping a good head above the shoulders.  The end result is a messy kind of logic.

Beringia don't play their music any more than a latent serial killer plays with a dead bird on the side of the road.  They go to work on it, they attack it.  That aggression always sits right atop the surface, at times listening to 'Domesticated Animals' is like watching a street fight, it's exciting and scary with awkward choreography and you might just get thrown in from the sidelines and walk away with your feathers ruffled and your nose bloodied.  That's sure to happen while listening to opening track "Ghost Hunters", at the very least some of that dripping blood will get on you for sure.

Okay, so now that you've shaken hands with the pure visceral power of Beringia, follow me, step through this doorway into the bright light, and allow me to introduce to you, another side of the band.  It's not all madness, murder and mayhem here you know?  The first hints of it are introduced on "Ghost Hunters" during a short break in the middle of the song.  A calmness washes over the affair, a breath of clarity is taken, like a gasping swimmer with his head above the surface in a roiling mosh pit, taking in what he can before being inevitably pulled back down for another round.  I won't say it's a softer side, but Beringia offers the listener a gallery of visions.  Those little moments of clarity amid the brutality, chaos and confusion.

This view of the band through an alternative prism comes into full technicolor view on "Binary Monolithic Machine".  The song is bookended by some ambient passages that allow the listener to catch his breath.  You're going to need it for the rapid fire strikes of "Vacant Beast".

The band has a self-titled full-length LP already under their belts with a new one coming soon.  But this EP should loom large in their legend as a slice of experimental metal, which doesn't crawl up its own ass and actually delivers some songs you can sink your teeth into.  Shouting, muting, rapidfire scales and double kick which swing in and out like a pendulum blade, disjointed rhythms, visions of serene order within a limb-scattered war zone, these are the unique visions of Beringia.  Check these guys out if you think you can handle it by clicking the links on the player below, after all it's "Name Your Price".

Highlights include: "Ghost Hunters" and "Domesticated Animals"

Rating: 4/5

Total Run Time: 25:37

Ian (Lord Farthammer) Engblom- Vocals, Bass
Justin Lee Henry - Vocals, VoX
Ryan Stabach - Vocals, Drums
Juan Carlos Caceres - Vocals, Guitar

From: Portland, Oregon

Genre: Post-Punk, Metal

Reminds me of: Anciients, Godstopper, Red Fang

Release Date: February 24, 2013

Suggested listening activity for fellow non-stoners: Out on the sea, caught in a rager, where you will wait patiently for your vision of clarity.

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Beringia official website

Sunday, 26 May 2013

Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats - Mind Control (album review)

Uncle Acid (the Jim Jones of Rock?) has returned, Deadbeats in tow.  It's two years later, the skies are a little more smog choked, the streets are a little more crowded and there are just that many more potential Acid Coven cult members.  If word about this band ever got out into the mainstream, it could be a revolution.  What's frightening is that it could very well happen with this album.

The album opens with "Mt. Abraxas" and its interpreted likeness graces the album cover.  Abraxas, of course, is a Gnostic word of various attribution, but most commonly interpreted as their word for God (as per Carl Jung).  The song tells the story of the people who climb the mountain, one after the other, while sadly "they don't know, there's nothing up there".  Meanwhile, Uncle Acid plays with our Sabbath fanaticism by directly quoting the opening riff of "After Forever" (without disrupting the flow of the song!), which as we know was Sabbath's unabashedly Christian apologia from 'Master of Reality' in which Ozzy implored that "God is the only way to love".  It's incredibly ironic that currently Black Sabbath themselves are set to release their first new album in a coon's age with a lead single called "God Is Dead?", which deals with a similar theme that is not nearly as well thought out or well handled as Uncle Acid's opening track.  The word Abraxas, again has more than one interpreted meaning, but I'm going to go with the assumption that Uncle Acid here is referring to God, or some light of spiritual knowledge, understanding or comfort.  This is a brilliant way to start the album and is Uncle Acid's way of inviting the listener into his cult, for first he who seeks a higher truth must first acknowledge none higher than ye olde Uncle Acid.  It's been a long, long time since I felt this way about any single song, or that is to say, thought so deeply about any single song.  It's a highlight of an already bright discography and the seminal moment of the album from which all ideas flow like evils from Pandora's box.

There's a palpable Beatles influence here.  I should say, more of a palpable Beatles influence on this album, expanding on the hints of the mustachioed quartet's influence on Uncle Acid & the Deadbeats previous album, 'Blood Lust'.  Specifically, this Beatlesque feeling comes across most clearly in the form of "Death Valley Blues" and "Valley of the Dolls", which play on the Liverpudlians Indian excursion, during which they famously lived for a month with The Beach Boys, Donovan and Prudence Farrow among others in a Transcendental Meditation camp in the remote foothills of Rishikesh, India.  Another brilliant touch, playing on the fabs' foray into 'religious awakening', which may or may not have been a conscious decision when composing the album.  It may have been a stray mood, thought or feeling floating around when thinking about the themes on this album.  If nothing else 'Mind Control' is a bucket of cold water in the face of 'seekers', the theme being that the titular subject of the album being the end result of religious belief, practice and the following of religious leaders.

But if you think it's all an intellectual exercise without any of the visceral punch that catapulted the band's earlier efforts, then fear not.  'Mind Control' has hooks on chains, beginning with "Mt. Abraxas" and following through with "Poison Apple" the lead off single and goes from there.  When I think about what makes a great and memorable chorus, I think about, when I read the song title does the chorus come washing in to my mind?  "13 Candles" from 'Blood Lust' does this in a big way, as does "Death's Door" and "I'll Cut You Down".  "Mind Crawler", "Follow the Leader" and "Valley of the Dolls" have this in spades as well.  5 out of 9 songs with this hookiness factor is phenomenal.

I was expecting to be let down with this album.  I really was.  I'm a cynic when it comes to music, I'll admit it.  We've all been let down so many times in the past with favored artists not reaching the pedestal our ears have put them on.  It's nobody's fault but our own ... okay, okay, no more tarnishing you with my same dirty brush, it's nobody's fault but mine.  I certainly won't be one to blame the artist, it's human nature to be left behind by the ever-changing wiles of the artist or for the artist to choke under pressure.  After all, this is their label debut (on Rise Above Records no less).  When nobody's watching it's relatively easy to stay loose and do one's best, but once the attention turns one's way, it's understandable to fold under pressure.  'Blood Lust' is such a fantastic record, one of my favorites, that there was no way Uncle Acid would be able to reach those same heights, were they?  That's just not the way things work, right?

Well it is now.  The truth is, in a lot of ways that count, 'Mind Control' is a better overall record than 'Blood Lust'.  Not only is it strong musically, but it's well thought out and executed.  In fact, I'm not sure I've heard a record that was more well planned and executed.  Not for a long time anyway.  While many concept albums play out like great films or novels, 'Mind Control' is like a master's thesis.  And don't get too uptight if your nerdy younger sister starts talking about Uncle Acid at the dinner table, it's his time now, he won't be your prized little secret for too much longer.

Highlights include: "Mt. Abraxas" and "Poison Apple"

Rating: 4.5/5


Tracklist:
1). Mt. Abraxas (7:09)
2). Mind Crawler (4:22)
3). Poison Apple (4:14)
4). Desert Ceremony (5:10)
5). Evil Love (4:08)
6). Death Valley Blues (4:59)
7). Follow the Leader (6:29)
8). Valley of the Dolls (7:11)
9). Devil's Work (6:56)
Total Run Time: 50:30

K.R. Starrs (Guitar, Vocals)
Dean Millar (Bass)
Thomas Mowforth (Drums)
Yotam Rubinger (Guitar, Backing Vocals)

From: Cambridge, England

Genre: Psychedelic, Doom, Rock

Reminds me of: The Beatles

Release Date: May 14, 2013

Better Reviews:
The Obelisk
Sludgelord
Dr. Doom's Lair
Stonerobixxx

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