Initial Descent: February 17 – 23, 2019

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By the time this goes to press I’ll be working my way out of the mountains and back into the hustle and bustle. I’ll probably get lost along the way and will, no doubt, be cold but it’ll be worth it. Nature rules, you should try it sometime. Anyway, thanks to these music players / phones / leashes we all have I won’t be without some of this week’s shiny new metal. Long list ahead so let’s get to it…

Ontario’s Minors was recently one of our Profile subjects and we said that their brand of sludge fueled hardcore would “leave jaws planted firmly on floors the world over” on sophomore outing Abject Bodies and we weren’t kidding – take our word for it and buy it. Next up is new music from Primitive Man and Hell which separately would rule by default but to have them on the same album, in Split format, is likely to knock the earth off its axis with their massive combination of death, doom and sludge. Pernicion wreak trve death metal havoc on their EP Seek What They Sought, and Sanhedrin keep the flames of classic heavy metal extremely well stoked on The Poisoner.

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The Nine Circles Playlist Vol. 22 (12.18.2017)

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Everyone, slow down a bit and enjoy the season and yourselves. I say this because in a matter of a couple days, rounding up some groceries and random crap we needed, I saw at least ten people nearly kill each other either over a parking space or a shopping buggy — it was like watching MMA but for free. Come on guys, dig deep and find that inner peace. Or not and continue on as you were. Either way, seems like the best thing to do in the midst of all this craziness is barricade ourselves in with some tunes we all jammed on last week. Subscribe to our YouTube channel then head inside and let the barricading begin. Continue reading

In the Flesh: Khemmis, Crypt Sermon, and Sanhedrin (January 14th, 2017)

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Outside it was snowing, the flakes covering the sidewalks more than enough of a visual indicator it was cold enough Saturday night to freeze liquid; there was no need for me to be cool. Which was good: I don’t go to live shows too often, and when I do it’s not to pose in my hippest, as-casual-as-possible-yet-in-the-making outfit (I did wear a Vattnet shirt, but its coolness was negated by an Eddie Bauer vest) standing dispassionate and aloof to the side pretending to casually assess the crowd, the sound, the ambience of the gathering. Nope. I’m there to close my eyes, swing my head and boogie/shuffle/dance like a dork as I geek out to the power of live music. There’s no room for posturing once the tsunami of sound hits the crowd, and I was, as ever, determined to lose my fool mind and enter Dork Mode™ as Khemmis, along with Crypt Sermon and Sanhedrin hit the venerable St. Vitus Bar in Brooklyn for a night of occult doom rock majesty. Continue reading