One thing that can never be said about the UK’s Mastiff is that they’re not heavy or not heavy enough. And somehow, on their second full length — and first for APF Records — Plague, the band is at their absolute heaviest, musically and lyrically. Their concoction of hardcore, grind, and sludge seethes with aggressive and downtrodden misanthropy complete with enough frustration and hatred for the status quo to last ten lifetimes. If it sounds dark and menacing that’s because it is and was built that way. Experiencing Plague is the closest thing to actually living through one and coming out the back side scarred and bruised for life – such is the power of Mastiff. We recently asked guitarist James Andrew Lee our set of Profile questions and he was an absolute champ with his answers that shine a light on him, the band and its background. Head below to see what he had to say and DO NOT miss out on Plague — we’ve included some handy links specifically for that purpose.Continue reading →
Sometimes you don’t want to think. You just want to get that nasty guitar in your head and thrash like a denim clad meathead like you did in the 80s. But the old stuff just isn’t cutting it like it used to. Too much nostalgia in those riffs you carved into your head after so many listens. No, you need something new, something fresh. Something that invokes the same speed feeling, has the pulse of the past but is new and shiny and here in the present.
My friend, you need Inferno. And you need their new album Basados En Hechos Reales now. Continue reading →
Good morning, you wicked and divine souls. Through the magic of WordPress admin rights it only looks like Josh is putting up this week’s Initial Descent. But in truth it is I, Old Scratch, the Devil himself who has taken over the reins of this post to give you the latest upcoming releases. Don’t worry: Josh is bound and gagged in the corner with a dozen botflies to keep him company…
Carnal Forge has risen from my depths to vomit forth Gun To Mouth Salvation, their first blast of evil thrash since 2007. Oh, it is a delicious slice of metal pie! Do your appetites skewer more…foul? Then prepare yourselves for Of Worms, a cemetery slab of death doom from Seattle’s Foul bleeding forth on cassette from Caligari Records. But maybe the death doom doesn’t move you? You prefer your metal with more noise and static, the better to hear the voices I implant in your head? Well, Sofy Major have returned from their black mass rituals to take a total dump on you with their new album…uh…Total Dump. Seriously, I have been playing this to the investment bankers and hedge fund managers we keep in the Fifth Circle of Hell and it elicits the most exquisite screams of agony. Finally, when I need a little rest and relaxing from all the torture and crossroad bargains I like to cozy up with the latest post-metal goodness from Mono, whose latest Nowhere Now Here lets a little light into this dark and dreary home.
Ah, the botflies have buried their demonic larvae into Josh’s skin. Read on while I tend to my new children… Continue reading →