You are a whore. You. Reading this. You are a whore. You get nothing in return. I hope you realize that. For all your gluttony and shame you receiv absolutely nothing of positive gain. Your life, at least the real one post-mortem, will be filled with violent treatment and absolute agony. So continue to do what you do. Continue to lead an absolutely laughable existence. You will eventually end up in my lair where there are zero laws. Zero people to protect you. That is when you shall feel the absolute wrath of pain. Continue reading
If you’re interested in judging Jef Whitehead for his checkered past, this is not your forum. As I like to separate the art from the artist—and also am in no way qualified to discuss the negatives that have plagued his life—I’m going to use this space to focus on his latest work as his black metal alter-ego, Wrest, for the one-man project, Leviathan. I don’t mean to belittle women’s rights in any way, and wouldn’t even dream of stepping in that direction. Rather, I’d just like to enjoy his latest album, Scar Sighted, for what it is—a fantastic work of art. Continue reading
Like all other good metalheads, I needed to drop what I was doing (sorry, boss!) and share the new Leviathan song, “All Tongues Toward”—their first in nearly four years.
The nearly eight-and-a-half minute track from tattoo artist/metal legend Wrest (a.k.a. Jef Whitehead, also of Twilight and Lurker of Challice) is love at first plight. It’s a song filled with incredibly sonic diversity, thanks to the smothered screams, moaning guitars and driving beats that build throughout. It’s still early days with this thing, but it feels the kind of song where each listen reveals another intricacy, another layer of the bloody onion. Nothing in the entire world sounds like Leviathan. Nothing could sound like Leviathan. It’s purely original and, mostly, genius. Check it out after the jump.