What’s been blasting through my headphones this week?
Read on for a brief round-up of the hits and misses of my musical wanderings over the past seven days.
The good: Enveloping myself in some masterful, almost ambient droning riffage from the man that inspired Sunn o)))
The bad: stabbing knitting needles into my ear, through the eardrum and into my brain. At least that’s what listening to The Secret felt like at the time.
- Earth – A Bureaucratic Desire for Extra-Capsular Extraction. A remaster and compilation of some classic early material from the granddaddy of drone doom Dylan Carlson. Oddly compulsive, even soothing, listening, even without the ghost of Kurt Cobain murmuring on one track. The sound of tectonic plates shifting.
- Krallice – Dimensional Bleedthrough. USBM > Norwegian BM. It’s as simple as that. Searing wall-of-noise guitars that are My Bloody Valentine by way of an ice storm while the obligatory strangled vocal is deep enough in the mix to become just another layer rather than an irritation. Looking forward to the imminent sequel.
- Weakling – Dead as Dreams. The album that defined USBM apart from its Euro counterparts. I expected to hate this but found myself enjoying it for the same reason as I did Krallice. It’s like twisted shoegaze lacerated by the howls of the dying.
- Birds in Row – Cottbus. Amiable sludgy/hardcore/crust. Not too ear-raping. Could be a grower.
- The Streets – Computers and Blues. Just one listen so far. It was never going to be in the same league as Original Pirate Material and A Grand Don’t Come for Free. But there’s some interesting moments of lyrical insight that suggest this will probably sit in the middle of Mike Skinner’s five-album career in terms of quality.
- Mastodon – Remission. Never liked Mastodon. This may have just changed. It’s not the first time I’ve listened to this album but for some reason, it’s just clicked. Rampaging. I still prefer Baroness though.
- The Secret – Solve et Coagula. Given that this Italian crust-grind outfit are typically mentioned in the same breath as Southern Lord labelmates and Monkey Defies Gravity favourites Black Breath and Nails, this album should have been a keeper. Shame I fucking hated it and had to neck two paracetamol for the headache it triggered. Awful, grating noise. I’ll give it one more go before throwing it under a bus.