Embracing the Descent: July 21 – 27, 2019

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You know the drill by now and you also know we’ve missed a couple weeks. Oops. Anyway, we take a look at a couple, or more, albums from this week’s crop of new releases that struck a chord for whatever reason. The looks here are short and sweet but might help slide your hard earned cash one way or another. We’re here to be a blessing. Maybe. Dive in and if something strikes a chord with you, please go support it by simply clicking the links in the embeds. Or, visit Monday’s Initial Descent. Easy-peasy.

Throes - In the Hands of An Angry God

It’s amazing what we’ve heard from the hardcore meets (insert genre here) camp thus far in the year. Ithaca taught us how violent emotions can be, Amygdala taught us how to destroy, Minors taught us how to expend rage, and now Throes teaches us how to grow and blossom that rage on their debut, In the Hands of an Angry God. “Bad Meat” might be the best example of said angry god as the aggression and windmill tempos collide with the bottom of some dingy, trashy swamp. Elsewhere, slower tempos and the expanse of post-metal unfurl on “Dereilict” but the meat of what Throes does best is when all their aggression, all their sludge, and all of their depressive atmospheres gel on “Ruin.” It’s a battering song but more than that, this is a battering album and not in the “listener fatigue” sort of way but in the “completely sucked the life from the room” sort of way. The vision of Throes to stay the course of slow, dense, and filthy while keeping a finger on the brutality of hardcore makes this debut stand out like a beacon in the fog. Impressive.

Desecresy - Towards Nebulae

It’s not that Desecresy have shot down the old school death metal barrel on their latest full length, Towards Nebulae, but their production hasn’t sounded this cavemenish in what? Ever? Rest assured though, they haven’t given up on what’s made them so fantastic thus far: beguiling songcraft. Gutter production be damned, second track “Trophies of Death” delights with cosmic guitar leads and barbaric, guttural death metal, and all within the first 30 seconds. Then, “Fringes of Existence” whispers hints of a dream-jam session with Oranssi Pazuzu where all involved down a ton of psychedelics and tune to drop-alien. Speaking of old school, “The Dead Language” is all fuzzed out death-doom and speaking of classic Desecresy, “The Damned Expedition” features some of the catchiest melodies and strongest riffs I’ve heard from this band since Chasmic Transcendence. They don’t take a lot of risks here but, that’s a weak argument for anyone wanting to jump ship because of it. Stay the course and head for the gaseous clouds in outer space, the air is much cleaner up there.

Cable - Take the Stairs to Hell

A quarter century on, can we finally call Cable an institution? Rhetorical question of course. Variable Speed Drive set their dark, noisy cacophony on course while Northern Failures capitalized on the southern metal with depressive sludge undertones that were lying somewhat dormant previously. And later, much later, The Failed Convict saw gothic noir mixed in with what made Failures such a success. Mind you, all of those are exquisite albums and we’ve yet to touch on the in-betweens. 10 years removed from Convict, the band is as strong as ever on Take the Stairs to Hell. They’ve always written from the heart, the darkest recesses of the heart to be sure, or as we might call it; real life, and this album is no exception. They’ve stated it’s “about anger, hatred, depression, and negativity.” You know, pretty much what we see and likely experience in the course of any given day. As the gutter dirge riffs of “It Cost Me Everything” play on and Randy Larson laments “struggling to keep them, I’d rather drop out” it’s clear their outlook is as sour as ever. “Low Man” kicks up the dirty rock jams as an ode to whomever needs a dish rag to wipe off the scum of living and “Rats On Fire” drags up the seediness of Buzzoven at their filthiest. Cable continues to be a band that a) never gave a damn about outside opinions and have always done what they want and b) sound amazing, 25 years on, because of it. Take the Stairs to Hell is an elegy or lament for the times we live in and the things these times force us to endure. It’s an extremely personal effort that the band allows us to peer inside of and use as we see fit. They are unique in every sense of the word and I tip my hat to them, hopefully you do too – they damn well deserve it.

Well, that turned into quite the nasty trio but man am I refreshed. What’ll be in your ears tomorrow?

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