March 30, 2013
Difficult to imagine that this is "only" a side-project, and more extraordinary, from a band who is prolific as few others: Ice Dragon. But it is. Much darker, heavier, extreme and dirty than ID, it's music for hellish evenings and tormented thoughts. No Ozzyesque vocals here. It's guttural and screaming. And no "riff". It's repetitive thema played ad nauseam drowned in screams and noise, much more Skullflower than Black Sabbath. It's for sure one of the best thing released this year so far. Sound can be a little bit muddy and over-distorted but fortunately not on "The Blackness of My Soul Will Be So Great as to Make the Night Weep" which is and will remain a classic for ever. Go fast there and buy it. Let's throw an ear below cefore if you want to try (same link actually).
Libellés : Tentacle
March 20, 2013
Satan, this band is terrific. From Silesian lands, they seem to carry the brutality of these rough territories (but finally it's maybe a land of milk and honey, just the representation a fucking French like me have of Poland). Next to them most of our music tastes as plain unsalted soup. There's stoner in it, but also sludge (it's mainly sludge actually, EyeHateGod fans have here their new heroes) and even punk in its most heavy-as-shit facet. It could goes on hours and hours and we can only dream to go to death with this as soundtrack. It would be a rejoicing end. It's to music what ejaculation is to romance : it's most physiologic part, it's finally only real one. If Black Sabbath, Third World War and hypnotic psyche 70's had been the music on which future was built, this band would have been mainstream. But today, it's called extreme althoug it's the only music that can provide a decent measure of current devil times. Note that it's apparently their 3rd opus (based on their bandcamp releases). Much to discover. Buy it here.
Libellés : o.d.r.a.
March 3, 2013
The new Harry Cloud is out and this year can't be as shitty as I'm waiting it to be if there's a Cloud LP in the aural sky. Remember that Harry Cloud is the name behind last year's Single Mothers LP called Indian Pussy and now re-released under the Harry Cloud name (I've changed the cover on the post). Quite different this new one is full of gems and provides to the poor creature we are his load of celestian noise in which it's so pleasant to drown like a suffocating baby in its mother's amniotic fluid. The Melvins flavor is much more pregnant that previously (eg. on "Dirty Deed" or "We Are 3") and in general the ambiance is electric and noisy. There's even a Wire reminiscence on "She Rapes". My fave is the moving "Burning Fields" that is repetitive as an endlessly painful self-deprecating thought. Neil Young or J Mascis are not able to compose such songs anymore. Harry Cloud is. But stop reading and go listening (and buy) it.
Libellés : Harry Cloud