Don’t be fooled, while there’s not much metal on this list, I’m not going soft. I’ve been hammering MDG favourites Book of Black Earth and Balaclava this past week.
*Masculinity assured, he stops swinging it around and slips back where it belongs*
Yet there’s been plenty of time for non d-beat at MDG Towers. I know. Shit’s craycray, huh?
I have also created a Spotify playlist so you bastards can have a listen. Not that you’ll bother, you James Blunts (that’s cockney rhyming slang my beloved American readers… you work it out).
He stumbled from the shadows, blinking, rubbing his eyes. They were red-rimmed with black hammocks slung beneath them like scars of lost time.
Shambling into the light, the hunched figure muttered and twitched as he repeatedly jamming his fingers in his ears. This involuntary rummaging dislodged flakes of dried blood that fell like rusty snowflakes only to catch in his stubble.
The freshly-showered and laundered commuter crowd parted easily around him as if subconsciously aware of the foreign body in its midst, slipping him through with nothing but a few sideways glances to hinder him.
Those close enough to hear the murmuring from his cracked lips could make out the simple mantra, “Black Breath, fucking hell”, repeated again and again.
OK, so I am about a billion years late with this but there’s a new Black Breath album teaser floating about called Mother Abyss.
Press play and you can hear for yourself but if you can’t be arsed, here is an approximation of the decimation in puny verbiage.
- Revving motorbike engine thrash riffs.
- More pounding and dense than before.
- Less crust, more thrash
- Their trademark groove is less obvious
- The infectious flourishes haven’t been entirely sheared off though
- A particularly impressive sustained screams brings the song to a climax.
- It’s definitely decent but doesn’t hold a candle to anything off Razor to Oblivion or Heavy Breathing.
Enough with the bullet points already.
The new Black Breath album Sentenced to Life drops on Southern Lord on March 27 and is engineered by King Midas of guitar tone himself Kurt Ballou.
They best not let me down or I might give them a bit of a dirty look at their April 2 gig. Yeah, that’ll show ’em.
Nails condense their raging noise into a black hole of grinding fury. Their last album Unsilent Death roars home in just 14 minutes, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. I love it.
Happy new year gentle men and women, lovers of the heavy.
Gotta love serendipity.
Picked almost at random from the Southern Lord website in a bid to sate my hunger for crusty metal, Balaclava has barrelled into my life without warning and wrenched me from my festive meat coma with an almighty slap around the chops.
Crimes of Faith may be billed as “hardcore punk [played] with severe intensity” but that is selling this cracking little gem far short.