Cave Of Swimmers have been around since 2012 and have finally released their debut full length Aurora. And what a surprise it is after two EP’s worth of what could be described as “doom-prog.” This album shifts effortlessly between a Mars Volta meets System of a Down vibe to a thrashtastic Megadeth vibe while giving a world music spin to their particular brand of metal. It’s a mouthful on paper but rest assured it works seamlessly and is an absolute blast to experience. Head below to get the details of a recent chat between Buke and drummer Arturo Garcia.
Cannibal Corpse have been an absolute death metal juggernaut for over thirty years now and have long since past the point of having to prove anything. They’ve toured all over the world, been recognized by outlets that many would think not metal friendly, been featured in movies, and have had a career that most bands could only dream of. And with their upcoming fifteenth full length, Violence Unimagined, they show absolutely no signs of slowing down or even softening the blow of their brutal and very unique brand of death metal. Head below to get the details of a recent chat between Buke and drummer Paul Mazurkiewicz.
Afternoon, metalheads. Hangovers treating you okay? A new Sunday Side-Splitter should help fix that. This week, we’re going to take a look back at an old favorite of mine–a video called “This Drummer is at the Wrong Gig.” Check it out:
What I enjoy most about this video is trying to figure out exactly what kind of audience the band was playing for. The song and band choice (“Sharp Dressed Man,” by blues rock legends ZZ Top) would, on its own, suggest an older crowd. The over-enthusiastic emcee only lends further credence to that hypothesis, as do the guitar and bass player both being middle-aged looking guys. So who’s getting this? Other middle aged people? Senior citizens? (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be the latter. Seriously. Please.)
But then there’s the more obvious stuff here: the drummer’s physical antics behind the drum kit. Whether it’s his normal cymbal slams, or his more advanced moves–which I’ll call the tornado, the robot and the windmill–the dude’s either just naturally hilarious or on some next-level drugs. Maybe both. But it’s hard not to watch him and laugh your ass off the entire time.
Anyway, that’ll do it for this week. Get some bacon and eggs, and enjoy the hangovers!
Live. Love. Plow. Horns Up.