Chuck Schuldiner Project

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Windhand and Sleep at the Union Transfer in Philadelphia

It had been 10 days since I've been to a show, things were getting drastic, but the almighty magic of doom had been missing from my heart. Two of my favorite bands ever on one bill, what more could you ask for? This is the kind of crushing and groovy experience that tackles your ears and holds you a thrall to the music we all love. These two bands put on a show that blasted me to bits, tearing me apart, a slave to the almighty riff. On top of that, this was my first time at the Union Transfer, and I had the joy of discovering a new venue, which is always excellent.

Windhand got on stage half an hour late, because of some of the usual backstage craziness. That being said, they utterly rocked the stage their riffs dominating my soul. Part of what I love so much about this band is their dominating live presence. Every member headbangs and brings their own unique presence to the stage. Asechiah had shaved his beard and it gave the performance a strange new twist for me. The band was extremely tight tonight, and getting to see them with full stacks was a lot of fun. Their is a glorious all consuming magic to their epic levels of volume. It gets into your bones and gives you a sort of cleansing rush, doom metal for the heavy heart.

Then it was time for Sleep, a band I had never seen before and have always wanted to see. It had been a dream since I was 15 to get to see these guys, and now I was finally allowed to hail the riff masters in person. They grooved and jammed for nearly two hours. The set was full of tracks from Holy Mountain, although it did bring in other pieces from throughout the bands career. The Black Sabbath cover that led into the final portion of the set was especially glorious. The cry for "A moment of reverence for Tony Iommi" defined the night, ultimately Sleep are all about Sabbath worship, and that makes them better. Their is something distinctly satisfying about a band who have such a profound understanding of what they want to do, and it really allowed Sleep to shine.

In conclusion, this was one of the best nights I've had in a while and certainly my best since coming to college. Asides from becoming more familiar with one of my floor mates and meeting some students who had graduated from my college (Who gave us all sorts of tips about smuggling in alcohol) I simply had a better understanding of the glory of stoner and doom metal. Every time I see Windhand I feel cleansed, ready to take on any challenge, meanwhile, Sleep provided the unique rush of seeing one of your favorite bands for the first time. This is what rock and roll is about, and that's the way I like it.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

7 H. Target-0.00 Apocalypse

7 H. Target is the kind of blasting deathgrind band who have strike a special type of fear into the hearts of neighbors everywhere. "What if the new members of our community listen to that kind of filth?" they might ask. See, 7 H. Target's new record is the kind of destructive death metal with a brutarian stomp that only metalheads get. There is a certain perverse joy to be had from songs like Cyborg Kombat that only this brand of fiddly and ultra violent death metal can have, sure it may not technically be music, but damn is it fun to listen too.

After two listens I start to think I understood this record, but only then did I realize how deep the rabbit hole goes. Target 0.00 Apocalypse has the strange ability to get even more terrifying over time. How is it that it took me three spins to fully appreciate the glory of the riff on Meatball Machine Story? Hell, why did it take me that long to realize that this record has a song called Meatball Machine Story. You may say this is all stomp, but in fact there are a lot of tight little fiddly bits that help to keep things interesting and exciting. The rhythms may be chuggy and occasionally loose, but that only makes a very inhuman band seem a bit easier to understand, sonic destruction for the modern teenager.

In closing, I beg you this, just turn this record on all the way and let it consume you and your neighbors souls. There is a demonic might to 0.00 Apocalypse that will make you a slave to the groove, pounding your bones to dust and cracking your skull with its immense bottom end. As the epic growls open up to create rotten soundscapes on the album closer S-94 you start to realize, 7 H. Target have crafted the kind of unique and terrifying sound that only true masters can touch on. The depth of depravity is the reason that 0.00 Apocalypse can stand tall as a true death metal powerhouse.

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Noveria - Risen

They say that all roads lead to Rome. Which could be the case that I stumbled upon Noveria. An Italian metal band originated from Rome. Noveria proves that heavy metal combined with power metal is far from dying out. The amazing combination between the instruments and the voice from Francesco is a gem to listen to. After listening to the first song, not counting the instrumental The New Age, I am craving for more.

Which I will get from Downfall. It starts with a grunt I did not expect to hear and it is great to hear the rough edgy sound here and there. Although the titles could have been more innovative it doesn’t take away that the music is an absolute joy to listen to. From the technical and melodic keys to the rhythm of the guitars and the high vocals it all fits together and I am not a second bored by it. The intro of Paralysis is a lot darker than the previous songs and I love the grunts that finds its way between the normal vocals.

The longer the album continues, the heavier and darker the instruments start to become, and it is a great switch between the songs. They all keep their identity but are still completely different than the song before it. The same goes with Ashes and Fear, it keeps getting rougher and rougher. As someone who is really into death metal, I really like it. My conclusion is that every single metal head should check this album out. Risen is a great heavy metal album and it will bring a lot of joy to fellow headbangers.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Jig-Ai - Rising Sun Carnage

Rising Sun Carnage cover art

I get a certain perverse pleasure out of grindcore, and as I sit here on my first day of classes, I have to say, their is some very reassuring about it. Jig-Ai's new record Rising Sun Carnage is a perfect example of the destructive and oftentimes humorous might of grindcore. Songs like Hard Cock Cafe and Rest in Piss make me want to laugh out loud, and their punishing grooves and hyperspeed blast beats make for some damn good listening as well. Rising Sun Carnage is the sound of pure sonic destruction, and I have to say, I really like it.

Simply put, Jig-Ai understand why stupid kids like me love the primitive glories of bands who seem destined to crack skulls between their bare hands. One thing in particular to note is the cool drum fills, while there are a lot of blast beats (as befits any good grindcore record) there are some bits that are especially tasty. In particular I dig the intro to N.G.I.T.S.B. a song whose lyrics I can't decipher (Seriously guys, put out a lyrics sheet, that would be hilarious!) but I'm sure it's wonderfully inappropriate. These guys have been raging for eight years, so it makes sense they are getting to the top of their game, but I certainly would like to see them reinforce the sense of groove that they seem to have so finely developed. Groovy tracks like Yan Zing Butchery are among the best on the record.

In closing, this record will make you laugh, cry, and hurl. Rising Sun Carnage is wonderfully destructive and it's not going to change any time soon. The massive bottom end will simply keep roaring, raging forth with the might of a legion of bears. Jig-Ai are not to be trifled with and they are going to bash your skull in with a sound that seems to have been torn from hell itself. So dive in to the pit and feel the unholy motion take overy your soul. Rising Sun Carnage is unholy in its glory, dark in its majesty, and simply put, the perfect music to piss off your neighbors with. 

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Septycal Gorge-Scourge of the Formless Breed

First college shower, check. First college shit, check. First college full length review, here we go. It's been far too long since I've reviewed a chunky and incredibly brutal death meal record. Septycal Gorge's latest offering, the almighty Scourge of the Formless Breed is the sort of death embracing riff-centric record that is filled with crushing attacks, pounding grooves, and growls torn from the crypt, in other words, everythign a death metal record needs to succeed. Septycal Gorge understand the glory of pure anarchistic brutality, and they put it all on the table for Scourge of the Formless Breed.

I think that a big part of the reason that Scourge of the Formless Breed sounds so damn tight is because of the bands pedigree. They've been around for ten years, and now their colossal bottom end crunch is better than ever. For years they've stood as one of the best groups in the Italian death metal scene, and now Scourge of the Formless Breed seems to have risen up to put them in a position to be among the nations chief musical exports. It's easy to fall into the hyperspeed riffage and punishing grooves of tracks like Urizen - Burning Sun. There is something very human about the sounds on this record. If you let yourself dive into these infectious grooves you might never find your way out.

Septycal Gorge understand the glory of music that is loud, destructive, and proud of it. The growls here are torn from Tartarus and the frills give a delicious sense of padding to a record that isn't going to slow down any time soon. Now sure, this record might not be accepted by certain metal elitists because of its primal glory, but when you dig in, Scourge of the Formless Breed is surprisingly intelligent and its crazy twist and turns only serve to make an album that will resonate with you for years to come. Dive into the pit and feel the pure violence of this band, Septycal Scourge are here for your head.

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