Welcome back and happy Saturday everyone. I come to you again from the land of Post-Concert Exhaustion. Last night, as of this writing, was the LA stop of the Baroness/Deafheaven co-headlining tour, which yours truly made an appearance at. While the package’s opener left me a little cold (sorry, don’t @ me), Baroness turned me from a casual enjoyer to a full-on convert with their euphoric set, and Deafheaven continue to be head and shoulders above the vast majority of modern metal acts, always in fine form no matter how rigorous their tour schedule may be. The cure for any wretched week usually involves seeing one of my all-time favorite bands live, and I feel like a brand new human being. Of course, if your Saturday is looking glum, you can always throw on our mixtape and dance around the house in your pajamas. That sounds like a good time too. And really, you deserve it.
In any form of art, there’s something magical about the “early works,” those seminal points of origin that set the course for wider narrative. It’s like the moment when the archaeologist finds and examines the fossil that ties together the map of disparate species. Or like the literary researcher who finally reaches the shelf with all the old texts, dusts them off and sets to work. Early extreme metal is a lot like this. There’s that turn around 1985 when you hear bands start to pull away from classical heavy metal. The guitar and bass picking patterns change, the vocals begin to lose their pitch, and the double-bass drum steadily becomes more important. Certain records appear and you realize, “wait, this isn’t really thrash anymore is it?” Buckle up and ride with us through The Nine Circles ov…80s Death Metal. Continue reading
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To me, Friday felt like the first real day of this year’s Maryland Deathfest. (No disrespect to Thursday’s performers at all; I just only saw three of them, so for my personal experience, it felt more like a prologue of sorts.) For the first time — absent the opportunity for parking lot hangs, crushed beer-can BBQing and other outdoor shenanigans — it’d be all metal straight through, from the late afternoon to the earliest part of the morning. Let’s get to it! Continue reading
“Why don’t you spend nowhere with me? Follow the river and the path of the ones. Write our names on the shore. Forever – I can’t find, struggling in a world undefined. Decide how you want it to be, I’m not eternity.”
“Ein Bier… bitte.”
Erik Cutler has spent a lifetime shaping the American death metal scene. Since 1987 he’s been the principal member of Oakland, California’s gore legends Autopsy. Now, at the ripe old age of forty-seven he’s got an entirely new lease on metal with his new project Necrosic. Leaning more towards the filthy, greasy and grimy side of death metal rather than that gory side, Necrosic sounds more in line with today’s death metal landscape. The band is not only cohesively powerful but Putrid Decimation reveals yet another solid death metal act from southern California (and yet another solid edition to 2016). Continue reading