February 7, 2014
I doubt that anyone coming on this blog (and you must not be hordes of net zombies since I rarely post these days) doesn't know Indian is one of the greatest sludge band (not only sludge actually, but simply band) on this sticky and stinky planet. Great in the sense they are the most uncompromising (not unlike Khanate or Thou) you may have the chance (or misfortune if you hate this style of nois... music) to hear. And exciting too And fascinating too. Sometimes I wonder why so many bands engage theirselves in this genre if it's not for playing it this heavy and extreme. They should let bands like Indian be the masters and sell tons of records (or MP3 although this hellish soundtrack deserves to be heard in maximal quality). Don't have much more to say except that you won't listen to many things more intense and important like this over this year. As wrote a Revolver journalist: "nothing has sounded so genuinely evil and distressing in a long time". Nothing more relevant to say. Here to buy. Below to listen.
Libellés : Indian
January 6, 2014
With this 28 min LP, Shroud Eater probably released with In The Company of Serpents' Of The Flock LP, the best heavy/noise/sludge/psyche/whateveryoucallitwhocare album of the year 2013. For me, it's the only album rivalizing with the Black Skies' On The Wing of Time last year album. A perfect dosage between the various above genres, and a constant surprising way to construct tracks. Consisting of a 2 female 1 male cocktail, this beverage is nothing less than the most drunkening stuff (sorry for my shitty english I'm French) I heard this year (and I tried a lot of what others consider as great albums and in which I only find lots of déja-vu / déjà-entendu). It's music to get high with, and not the kind you listen because you need some aural dope knowing that it's not prime choice. Here it's fantastic quality. I'm glad Seth from Heavy Planet Stoner Rock Blog made it it's 4th best sludge album of the year (it deserved to be first but no problem). The grande final of "The Star and the Serpent" is one of this moment you cherish and wish it never stops. You won't hear good music like this very often. Can challenge any great golden classic. Enjoy it and buy it here.
Libellés : Shroud Eater
November 9, 2013
I must find something stunning and devastating to have the strenght to post it here cos' I lost most of my motivation, specially concerning this kind of music, a little bit out of my life for the last years. But this band (actually a 2-man team consisting of Grant Netzorg on guitars and vocals, and Joseph Weller Myer on drums) from Denver, and in particular this new record, is nothing less than a masterpiece, and there's not much lately (at least for an old cunt like me) to deserve such a qualification. Not since the Black Skies' On The Wings Of Time I had so much been shaken and enthusiastic about a new doom/sludge/noise release. There's in it everything I love in this music, everything. It's despair and energy, terribly heavy and incredibly celestial, dirty and pure, grandiose as a symphony and brutal as a tribal ceremony. It's the way I would like to die. With a great Fuck you to the world and complete serenity in hate of what life has been. Even if all tracks are total winners, "Untied/Culling Essence From The Void" is surely one of the strongest doom/sludge tracks ever composed and played. It reminds of the great times of Capricorn or Ocean. A must-have if you can imagine one. Here to buy the digital or vinyl version (or both).
Libellés : In The Company Of Serpents
September 25, 2013
I would never have imagined to fall again for gothic rock but Jim Strange gathers the best of it and actually plays (with his very proud and damned good band) a much larger soundscape than this narrow category could let you imagine. As the title says, there's an americana fragrance in it. Of course, amateurs of the early 80's classic English approach of the genre will immediately scream of pleasure (or pain which is more in line with their vision of felicity) with the post-Bowie vocal style that was so typical of the genre and the dark echo sonor atmosphere that all the lovers of morbidity like me can't help to cherish. They're from Portland and carry fiercely the burning torch of a music that has finally never ceased to live since the early sixties in varied incarnations. Not a bad or even weak song on it. The 8 are instant classics and it's hard to listen to something else when you discovered it. Without hesitation the album that will feed this sad Autumn with some consolation. Moreover, they give it for free on their bandcamp here. Don't miss this gem.
Libellés : Jim Strange