Keitzer – The Last Defence

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The saying goes that Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but if the Devil wants to give her a run for her money then he could not no worse than call on German metallers Keitzer. The band has never been slow in unleashing scourges of sonic spite and brutal confrontation but they have unlocked a new vat of hostility with latest album The Last Defence. The bands fifth full-length is as ferocious as it gets; a furnace of vitriol and blast beats which leave ears and senses floundering in their own waste but within the torrential downpour the band seduces with some of the most viciously tempting grooves. The 1999 formed Keizter and album are as pissed as they can be, showing time can only intensify sonic grievances as proven by this juggernaut of contagious mayhem, an assault leaving deep bruises and open satisfaction.

The follow-up to its successful predecessor Descend Into Heresy of 2011, the FDA Rekotz released The Last Defence takes no prisoners as it treats them to some not admittedly ground-breaking but voraciously vindictive and equally rewarding metal. The album’s press release suggests it lies somewhere within the assaults of Misery Index, Marduk, and early Deicide, something you cannot dispute or want to as it definitely gives a potent hint as what Keitzer has in store within the Jörg Uken mixed and mastered hostility. From opener Bellum Indicere, an introductory instrumental, the album boils up and over with the cruellest sounds and intent available to its creators. The first track brings an atmospheric storm to bear on the senses, a controlled but tempestuous climate of sonic and rhythmic incitement which provides a fiery but kind introduction before the savage ravaging of Exist To Destroy. Ears and senses are thrust into a brawling maelstrom of sound and intensity straight away, the guitars of Nicolai Hinse and Michael Dölle squalling with all the respect of a sandstorm as the rhythmic ferocity of drummer Tim Terhechte violates air and body. Driven by the excellently malicious and varied vocal enmity of Christian Silva Chaco the second track is an incessant conflict but also the source of a rich acidic groove.

There is no respite from the furnace of sound and aggressive with This Is The Only Solution, its body of vindictiveness in sound and lyrical bitterness devoid of mercy but virulent with grinding torrents of riffs, debilitating rhythms, KEITZER_cover_WWWand vocal causticity. Unveiling a hardcore seeded rabidity to its breath and an irresistible heavily footed groove from bassist Simon Venig, the track twists and flays around with a dervish like fanaticism, those hook lined grooves bringing even more potency to a lure which is intensified in the next up Forever War. Its opening melodic enticement is soaked in intrigue and mystique, a coaxing hinting at a valiant emprise ahead. What erupts is an avalanche of precise yet insatiably hungry drum provocation and flesh flailing riffery within further scorched grooving. In some ways what emerges is underwhelming from the song’s delicious start but those disappointments are soon smothered by and lost within the barbarous intensity and heart of the track, though it does fail to ignite ears and emotions as fully as its predecessors.

   Marching Forward To Victory is another which seems to lack the spark and irresistible bait of other engagements, but it still offers a wall of jaundiced passion and accomplished violence to keep attention locked in and cowering under its punishment before the outstanding title track triggers another lustful hunger. The carnivorous grumble of the bass is ferociously addictive bait but as with most songs to be honest, it is the swarming of grooves with their waspish tenacity and virulent toxicity which sear the sweet spot. The track continues to destroy and seduce with its shifting landscape of rapacious melodic relentlessness but never loses its core of repetitive and addictive bad blood.

The album continues to impress and uncage its ruinous appeal aligned to sheer pungent loathing, the likes of the bestial Next Offensive with its twist of heavy almost stoner seeded hate bred grooves, the similarly predatory We Are The Serpents Of Doom, and the pestilential Fleshcrawl in varying degrees leaving ears ringing and passions basking. The third of the trio especially teases and exploits the imagination, its corrosive opening moving into primal seduction with salacious grooves of wanton designs within a rhythmic battering which only takes a slight breath in its steely intent to suck air in for the next up Todgeweiht. The track is a minute and a handful of seconds of raw brutality and sadistic rhythmic suasion but still lines its wrath with an admittedly slight but nonetheless persuasive groove.

The album ends on a horde of triumphs starting with Glorious Dead; to some extent the release holding back its best for the closing stretch. The track is a jubilant waltz of decay and pestilence, its swinging gait and grooved revelry a contrast to the rancid attitude of the beats and bass incitement, as well as the song’s subsequent stalking of the senses. It is a riveting and thrilling assassination of emotions which is equalled in quality and intent by Ausgelöscht, the track as malignant as it is urgent as it tears the senses apart for the intimidating but seductive corrosive grooves which follow. It is a masterful annihilation of the psyche left in the shade of the best track on the album Crusade. Its title reflects its sound and purpose, a heroic air and stature wrapping the riffs and ear caging rhythms. This eventually parts though for the inevitable uncontrollable expulsion of inhospitable and frantic enticement though it never loses its touch on the song as it reassert its dramatic, hostility driven majesty time and time again.

The album closes with the tension drenched animosity of …Before Annihilation, though it has to be said that its title is a bit late, the destruction and blood-letting having been and not exactly gone but done its worst by the time of this final exhilarating violation. It is a great end to an exhaustingly exciting release, which probably you can say is not unleashing a new bloodshed or aural corruption but certainly delivering it in a style and inventive ferocity to rigorously enjoy being pulverised by.

The Last Defence is available via FDA Rekotz now on download and CD with Black Vinyl and Ltd Edition red vinyl versions available through 7Degrees Records and @ http://keitzer.bandcamp.com/album/the-last-defence

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8.5/10

RingMaster 18/07/2014

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‘GENERATION GRAVEYARD’ are Lonewolves, on 21st July‏

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LONDON NOISE CHIEFS GENERATION GRAVEYARD RELEASE DEBUT EP!

 

Hotly-tipped UK metal punks ‘Generation Graveyard’ are poised to break out to the nation with their blistering new EP ‘Lonewolves’, which hits stores on Monday 21st July.

Inspired by urban isolation, an outcast lifestyle and social upheaval, Generation Graveyard are candid and straightforward, refusing to bite their tongues and be pigeon-holed. With a vast cross-section of influences stemming from hardcore, old school rock n roll, black metal and crust delivered with a vicious punk venom, Generation Graveyard have established themselves as the antithesis to the UK music’s current alternative scene.

 

Conceived at the end of 2009 and hailing from London, Generation Graveyard are 100% committed to the execution and creation of their craft. Through widespread gigging and intense rehearsing, the rising five-some have finely tuned their live show, which has led to them being selected for support slots with names such as The Misfits, Anti-Nowhere League, The 69 Eyes, Breed77, Black Breath, Viking Skull, Warrior Soul and The Defiled. The Londoners have also recently successfully supported Breed77 on their full UK tour.

 

Now the stage is set for the lively noiseniks to firmly stamp their mark on the UK scene and they have the ammunition in the shape of their new EP ‘Lonewolves’. The record bursts out of the blocks with the pounding openings of ‘Abominate/Desolate’ which goes right for the jugular and it’s a real introduction to what’s ahead. The blistering punk rock fury of ‘Human Hive’ is next up, as it attacks your senses at breakneck speed. The stout ballsy vigour of ‘The Empty’ continues in supreme vein before the vibe shifts with the industrial guile of ‘Deletist’. The record closes with the anthemic and down-right fantastical ‘Lonewolves’. Miss this band at your peril!

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Eleanora – EP

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Fresh from their impressive appearance on a 10” vinyl split with Amenra this past April, Belgium quintet Eleanora unleash their own provocation simply called EP. Comprising two of the fiercest, sonically disabling, passion drenched incitements possible, the release reinforces an already feisty buzz around the band whilst unleashing another healthily gripping onslaught of their emerging might. It is raw and uncompromising, a voracious intrusion from the Ghent band’s inspiring recipe crafted from intensive sludge and hostile hardcore, and though not the easiest of listens undoubtedly an experience which leaves an invigorating impression.

Consisting of Mathieu Joyeux, Jeroen De Coster, Christophe De Ridder, Stijn Witdouck, and Robin Broché, Eleanora boils up a rage which has plenty to satisfy the wants of fans to the likes of the aforementioned Amenra and Amera through to others such as Converge, Botch, and Isis. Fifteen maelstrom driven minutes across two tracks, their release is prime lyrical and sonic causticity starting with the outstanding Mammon. From within a sonic veil which intensifies with swift hunger, guitars and vocals roar to score ears and graze senses. It is a brutal entrance driven by fearsomely antagonistic rhythms and quickly established acidic grooves which inflame the imagination and emotions. It is a tempestuous enticement but one with virulence pouring from every aspect of its bait, riffs and vocals a scourge upon the senses and the evocative grooving an ungracious but compelling seducing. As expected venom and bile oozes from the provocation, indeed flowing profusely from the vitriolic vocal squalls as syllables and raw passion burn with every outpouring. It is the hooks and grooves though which set the track apart, their similarly malicious intent and potency a tempering and psyche colouring temptation to the sonic and rhythmic violence. It is a tremendous fury and almost alone makes Eleanor a protagonist destined to be under eager scrutiny.

The second song on the release is Amenable, an equally bruising and breath-quenching assault. Its abrasing start flickers with sonic flames and portentous rhythms smothered in the heavy dark tones of bass. It makes for a dramatic and thickly emotive introduction which permeates ears and pores with a doom bred, sludge fuelled oppressiveness. Though not as enslaving and addictively attractive as its predecessor, the track instantly captivates the imagination and provides a torturous canvas for its ideation and invention to colour. A nagging repetitious crawl emerges early on too, its immoveable persistence adding to the tenacious enmity soaking every note and scathing vocal sprawl smothering the listener. Funereal in gait and ravenous in intent, the track is a masterful hypnotic persuasion, a pestilential predator bringing the EP to an impressive conclusion.

The release is sure to bring a new impetus and hunger to the acclaim already gathering around Eleanora and take the band into a sharper focused spotlight. It is early days but easy to predict that this is a band set to bring a new fire and appetite to [post] hardcore inspired intensive sludge rock/metal.

The Eleanora EP is available via Consouling Sounds and @ http://eleanoramusic.bandcamp.com/album/ep

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8.5/10

RingMaster 20/06/2014

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Hashed Out – Self Titled EP

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Featuring members experienced in their craft from playing with bands such as Barn Burner, Bionic, Mi Amore, Fifth Hour Hero, Black Ships, The Forum, Dig It Up, Prevenge and more, Canadian hardcore band Hashed Out has made an immediate impression in their home city since forming last year. They have earned a potent following through their live shows and support slots with bigger touring bands hitting up Montreal, as well as their accomplished and refreshingly striking sound. As evidenced by their debut self-titled EP, theirs is a presence which takes no prisoners and holds no rein on its aggressive intent but equally comes with an invention and creative maturity which can only ignite the imagination. The six-track bruising is a formidable and stirring introduction to a band destined to make a strong name for itself in the punk world if they exploit the potential soaking the EP.

Band and release makes an indelible mark on thoughts instantly with opener Spent Shell. Riffs career dangerously through the ears from guitarists Jean Bélanger and Kevin Keegan to rile and inflame the senses straight away whilst drummer Taylor Freund tenderises their balance with heavily loaded swipes which are as angry as they are resourceful. The initial fury takes a breather for a few seconds before igniting again with a predatory charge led by the raw vocals of Alex Cartier. It is an incendiary incitement which has thoughts and emotions wide awake along with a swiftly keen appetite for the band’s offerings. With the dark throated intrusive bass of Mathieu Guilbault prowling and leaping at ears within the tempest, it is a full and rounded ferocity unleashed but one with a clarity and understanding of antagonistic pressure. Across its three minutes plus, the track twists and turns in gait and strength of hostility, a crust/metallic essence as potent and descriptive as the hardcore blood surging through its veins.

The strong start is immediately matched by the voracious Maniac, a carnivorous plea and emotive declaration riding a pestilential prowl ODT-021 Cover Artof sound complete with short grooves and infectious hooks. Barely two minutes in length it is a rigorous temptation pushing and challenging the senses whilst the great backing vocals of the string manipulators adds extra weight to both the examination and seducing of ears. The song is a step on from the first and that ascent is continued by the masterful Your Holiness. From its first breath rhythms resonate through bone and ears with their dulled but vengeful punches whilst around them sonic squalls of guitar aligned to scarring riffs make a magnetic attention grabbing contribution. Evolving from a relatively urgent start into a crawling rapacious doomy scourge, the track is an honest incitement which ends in a fiery climax instigated by an excellent bass trigger from Guilbault.

The ferocious tsunami of passionate spite and sonic causticity that is Total Bore is a glorious roar and provocation which again pushes the levels up another step. The track merges essences of grind and crust into its malevolent rabidity but again there is a veining of hooks and contagious lures which in its mere one minute plus, forges and scores out a new pinnacle for the release.

Dust Mites ambles menacingly in next, rhythms and heavily groaning riffs a hypnotic coaxing from the first moment which intimidates whilst simultaneously seducing a fuller recruitment of ears and imagination. Once more a song on the release is stalking the listener, skirting and crowding emotions with an intense evocation of sound, and again it is the prelude to a ravenous rampage of compelling punk bred tenacity.

The release is completed by To The Wolves, a concussive onslaught which employs just as debilitating and thoroughly captivating winding strands of sonic enterprise and highly inventive unpredictable twists of design to ignite the passions. It is a glorious end to an outstanding debut, the song continuing the tendency of the release to get stronger and more impressive which each subsequent song.

With essences of bands such as Catharsis, Eyehategod, and Black Flag flavouring their sound it is fair to say that Hashed Out is not quite yet a wholly unique proposition but that is the only issue if it can be even classed as such. Their EP is tremendous and the first call of a band certain to provide a mighty presence and have certain success ahead.

The Hashed Out EP is available as a single-sided 12″ on L’Œil du tigre and digitally at http://hashedout.bandcamp.com/album/hashed-out-ep now!

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9/10

RingMaster 11/06/2014

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Ruins/Usnea – Split 7”

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Expressing the wish a couple of weeks back for split releases to become more common place than they seemed to be, Halo of Flies Records look like taking on the mantel. Not that it has anything to do with our musing of course, the label has been unleashing impressing splits for a while now and succeed again in turning our senses and passions on their head with the new Ruins/Usnea 7”.Consisting of two distinctly different tracks but ones united in their oppression intensity and weight, the release welcomingly opens up senses and emotions to two bands which until this point had only been a name.

German band Ruins is the first protagonist on the release with their track Discrimen. Hailing from Bielefeld, the band create an abrasive incitement from the challenging essences of punk, dbeat, and hardcore, a proposition which on the evidence of their song here is as voracious and antagonistic as it is hypnotically enslaving. The track begins with a lone scarring graze of guitar, its dissident voice flirted with by additional sonic whispers before hostile beats joins the incitement along with a deliciously carnivorous grizzly bass line. It is an insatiably compelling entrance which continues to taunt and stalk the senses as the track expands into a blaze of creative hostility and rapacious enterprise. The vocals are as raw and caustic as the track, challenging and provoking with spitefulness which is tempered by the more adventurous intent of the music. It is a strong incendiary mix, a spark for the passions which ignites into a brighter flame as feisty animosity and an increasingly urgent stride bears down on ears. There is a destructive brief to Discrimen especially vocally and rhythmically but also an appetite to push itself and the listener into a creative vivacity which helps shape a strong song into a mouthwatering and thrilling agonist.

Only The End Of The World from US funeral doomers Usnea is a very different intrusion but a matching fit in weight and corrosive intensity to the Ruins offering. Formed in 2011, the Portland quartet leaves no part of the psyche unaffected with its oppressive violation. A low key beckoning lasts mere seconds before Only The End Of The World opens up its cavernous emotional torment and consumptive depths. Guitars provide a sonic guide through the savage textures of bass and vocals whilst rhythms slowly stalk the expanding scenery, every swipe a rancorous bestial provocation. There is no escape from the sufferance and intensity of the pit bred despair soaking every note and raging caustic vocal squall drenched in inescapable torment. The track is an immense challenge and emotional chasm to drown within but also an invigorating trigger for the imagination, though be warned thoughts bred may not be as healthy as wished.

Ruins and Usnea come together for a gripping encounter, each with their unique sound impressive as they combine to striking effect. Whether hardcore or doom is your preference, the other band shows they have plenty to offer and in common with that scene to open up a new temptation through this fully recommended split.

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The Ruins/Usnea Split 7” is available now through Halo of Flies Records in the US and Twisted Chords Records in Europe, in 300 clear and 800 black options.

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Ruins track 9/10, Usnea track 8/10, combined 8.5/10

RingMaster 04/06/2014

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Chaos Order/Werewolf Congress – Order of the Wolf Split 7”

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Bringing two explosive bands and four intensive riots, the Order of the Wolf Split 7” from Blasphemour Records is a rigorously imposing and invigorating slab of hardcore hostility. As drenched in potential as it is in quality, the release brings a pair of sizeable propositions in the shape of Chaos Order and Werewolf Congress into focus. Both seize their chance with relish and passion, the quartet of songs without going anywhere new for the hardcore scene certainly mark the pair of protagonists as two stirring elements within the genre.

Chaos-Order Chaos Order offer the first two slices of inventive anger, the band quartet from Memphis formed in 2011 by bassist Jared Filsinger. Its line-up is completed by vocalist Neal Bledsoe, guitarist Austin Russell, and drummer Sam Davidson, a foursome with a potent sound and unity which fires up attention and appetite with ease. The beginning of 2013 saw the release of their debut album Regulus, a well-received six track encounter which was followed by the just as keenly coveted sophomore full-length Vultures. Sticking to just vinyl and digital releases as with their second album and the split, Chaos Order make a striking start to the new release with Through Humanity’s Venom.

Heavy bruising rhythms and equally imposing bass riffs hit the ears first, swiftly joined by a richly acidic and venomous guitar temptation. There is certain carnivorous intent to the toxicity of Filsinger which instantly grips the imagination and passions, one just as quickly complemented by the continuing to intimidate weight of the drums and the caustic veining of guitar. It is a mesmeric start which explodes into a torrent of vocal spite, raging riffs, and similarly inflamed rhythmic antagonism. The vicious squalls of Bledsoe sears air and ears with a vitriolic passion which is as harsh and combative as the sounds striding voraciously around him, and just as compelling. A swaggering groove enters the mix as the song hits full stride, its gait almost mischievous which inspires the rest of the song to find a contagious bait and urgency to their suasion. It is a song which improves and becomes more virulent over listens from a first engagement which is memorable and impressive. Its partner in crime A Conscious Decision (Ritualistic Rebirth) is equally as threatening and incendiary, and arguably even more infectious with its hooks and sharp grooves. Rhythmically both Davidson and Filsinger impress unreservedly though the song is stolen by the captivating sonic designs conjured by Russell, his scything melodies and corrosive riffs a gripping tempting.

     Hailing from Orange County, California, Werewolf Congress takes influences from the like of Comeback Kid, Shai Halud, Every Time I wcDie, Defeater, and A Day to Remember into their similarly fiery sound. They cast a flavoursome muscular brew which is as caustic as it is melodically incisive, an essence of post hardcore spicing up a ferocious recipe which marked out their demo of last year. Their first rage here comes in the form of Second Chances, vocal intensity sparking the unleashing of punchy rhythms and scathing riffs which carry more than a twang of melody to their incitement. Vocalist Ryan Doria steers the angst gripped ship with style and raw expression whilst the rhythmic challenge of drummer William Galvin and bassist Jason Ruiz force menacing yet captivating vociferous shadows through which the vibrant charge of grazing riffs and citric sonic colour sculpted by Kevin Fifield and Dan Bieranowski flame. It is a dramatic and evocative fury which through a haunting ill-tempered and busy ambience flows into the closing tempest of The Dead Generation. Its furious intent crowds and pressures ears with a hellacious barrage of beats and less intimidating but just as abrasing riffs to leave thoughts and emotions pleasingly enlivened and intruded upon. The group vocals and melodic underbelly of the song is its greatest attribute though, an irrepressible lure to return to the song’s emotive depths and though its predecessor is a much more rounded temptation and makes a richer impact, both songs equally ensure Werewolf Congress is a band worthy of real attention.

     Order Of The Wolf is a great release from two bands casting an impressive introduction to our ears and probably a great many others. Chaos Order is just the better of the two provocations on the release with their unbridled hardcore veracity and ire, but both they and Werewolf Congress thrust themselves onto our map of the genre with immense ease.

Order of the Wolf (Split 7″) is available now @ http://blasphemourrecords.bandcamp.com digitally and on 7” vinyl with 50 yellow, 200 black, and 250 white coloured choices.

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8/10

RingMaster 27/05/2014

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Torch Runner – Committed To The Ground

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There is nasty, there is vicious, and then there is Torch Runner, a band where sonic violence is seemingly an instinct which just has to be expelled and in the most striking and invigorating way going by debut album Committed To The Ground. Hailing from Greenboro, N. Carolina, the trio of vocalist/bassist Rob Turner, guitarist Scott Hughes, and drummer Josh Platt is an aural pestilence which gets into every bone, synapse, and emotion to splinter, wither, and savage respectively. Committed To The Ground was first released to strong acclaim in 2012 on vinyl only but their recent signing with Southern Lord ahead of a brand new encounter in the Autumn, has opened up a new worldwide CD release for the band’s startling debut. This enables all of us who missed out the first time around to have our senses and bodies violated in a manner they are definitely not but could easily become accustomed to.

Torch Runner and their ferocious brew of hardcore, metal, and dirt clad punk caught attention initially with a nine-track EP at the beginning of 2010. Locust Swarm shook the underground scene and instantly pulled an eager focus upon the band which a split with Young And In The Way the following year added more energy and urgency to. As mentioned 2012 was the initial launch of Committed To The Ground, a bruising malicious onslaught which thrust the band into another intensive spotlight. Ahead of the new album the band recorded with Kris Hilbert, it sends out a timely reminder and introduction to fans and newcomers to ignite their anticipation for a new fury you can be sure will be as pleasingly vitriolic and damaging.

Everything about the album from its opening second to the intrusive last is agreeably toxic, its veins running wild with a venom which spews destruction physically and mentally against seemingly everything, be it religion or society. Opening track Current simply goes for the jugular from its first breath, the visceral roar of Turner savaging ear and air as his bass equally imposes a heavy lure whilst the guitar of Hughes scars and cremates the senses with pure animosity. Spearing and entangling all of this is the breakneck attack of Platt whose skills and physical malice makes a tsunami look weak. Forty five seconds long, representative of the album which delivers twelve torrents in less than twenty three minutes, the track provides more thrilling devastation and crippling intensity in its grind/crust fused ravaging than hordes of releases can do across their whole body.

The impressive start is soon kicked up a gear in spite and enticement by firstly the hellish unbridled attack of Incendiary and the following corrosive tempest that is Feeding where grooves and rhythms represent the title by ripping apart and feasting on senses and psyche with vicious jaws of sound and might. The pair is in turn then exceeded by the outstanding Canon Cast which emerges from instantly intimidating sonic smog with venomous grooves and blistering riffs which converge together for a predatory prowl directed by the increasingly raw scowling tones of Turner. All the while the guitar winds cruel temptation around the imagination, unleashing grooves which just as purposefully stalk mind and emotions.

Clocked In follows suit, blending in a rapacious dark stealth with untethered hostility as it crawls over the senses snarling and ripping slices from their defences. Its climax expels an acidic flume of enterprise but it is the heavily brooding basslines and rabidity driving guitar and drums which sculpts another prominent highlight on the album, one matched by the excellent title track. Its haunting stark opening premise is soon the canvas for a lumbering bestial bass scourge to roam, its threat then enclosed in a sonic fog. Holding the thick substance of sludge and heavy noxious darkness of doom, the track spreads like poison through pores and psyche, its lumbering malignancy defined further by swathes of guitar contempt and vocal rancor. It is a riveting despoiling, one that has you mesmerised whilst it rips out your soul.

The torrential sonic maiming of Rede and similarly ruinous assault of Harrow keep senses cowering and thoughts fascinated, both equipped with short grooves and rhythmic enticements which again tempt as they decimate whilst the transfixing The Holy Are Broken in similar vein to the title track, brews a cancerous consumption of heavy invasive flavourings into a unrelenting laboured march which simply ignites the imagination and appetite for more of their slow and erosive invention. The main and only fault of the album is that with the majority of tracks so short and intent on causing the most violent results quickly, many never have time to show something unique which makes them blend together without distinguishing elements no matter how good they are, as evidenced by the final three songs. When like their predecessor the band takes a premeditated slow stalking as the core, tracks leap out to a new plateau, something hopefully the new album will show more of.

The threesome of Tolled, Pulpit Plague, and Vestige are ferocious treats to end the album, even with that just mentioned element, the first of the trio especially incendiary to the passions with its vitriol swinging gleefully from guitar scrubs and rhythmic spite.

We like a great many are newcomers to Torch Runner and now have a greedy anticipation for their new release thanks to Southern Lord and the reprise of Committed To The Ground. If a mix of Napalm Death, Weekend Nachos, and Kunz sounds tasty, then this is a band and release for you.

Committed To The Ground is available digitally @ http://torchrunner.bandcamp.com/ and physically via Southern Lord @ http://southernlord.bandcamp.com/

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8.5/10

RingMaster 23/05/2014

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Herod -They Were None

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An encounter and experience which permeates senses and imagination with a ravenous and intense emotional hunger, They Were None is a dramatic and merciless introduction to Swiss post hardcore band Herod. Their debut is a leviathan of weight and intrusive endeavour, a dark and stark tempest of voracious atmospheres and inescapable intensity examining every pore, thought, and emotion. It is at times a testing and exacting encounter but one which is as rigorously compelling as it is intrusively predacious.

Herod was initially the solo project of guitarist/bassist Pierre Carroz which came to life in 2006. Holed up in Malmø in an isolated studio apartment, he began creating and merging dark and depressing riffs with his baritone guitar, recording them on an old 4-track recorder. Taking inspiration from the cold and desolate Swedish climate he returned back to Switzerland where in 2011 he met former Twisted drummer Fabien Vodoz and A Fine Day to Exit vocalist David Glassey. Uniting to form Herod, the trio worked the already bred ideas of Carroz into new songs, tracks which would come to make up their impressive debut They Were None. Recorded in 2012 with producer Julien Fehlmann (The Ocean, Coilguns, Unfold) and mastered by Svante Försback (Volbeat, Rammstein), the album has emerged as a devastating proposition soaked in destructive beauty and venomous enterprise. It is an uncompromising and often punishing incitement brewing a consumption of sludge, hardcore and progressive metal which instantly thrusts Herd, with a line-up completed by guitarist Bertrand Pot, into an immense spotlight.

The album opens with The Fall and within seconds is smothering the senses in a thick cloud of sonic suggestion and heavily weighted Herod Artwork 1breath. Its intimidating expansion begins as a distant squall but is soon immersing ears and beyond in a rapacious caress. The guitars cast a portentous and immediately menacing toxicity, crisp rhythms and sinewed throaty riffs spearing and veining its malevolent air to further engage and twist the psyche as the track’s exhaustive narrative unfurls lyrically and emotionally. It is a murderous encounter but irresistibly captivating especially with the brief escape of clean vocals and its entwining melodically bred sonic web; thoughts of Converge meets Cult Of Luna whispering in thoughts as the song invades further.

It is an attention capturing appetite igniting ten minutes immediately matched and pushed further by Glory North and then Inner Peace. The first roars at and contests with ears from start to finish whilst employing further unpredictable and enthralling twists of vocal diversity, a restrained passage of emotive design, and predatory imagination. Essences of Meshuggah add to the carnivorous qualities of the throaty guitar and even darker bass as the track persistently breeds fearsome yet seductive bait to its persuasion. The second of the two is even more dangerous, its more controlled gait adding menace to the intensive manhandling of thoughts and emotions by the of song’s voracity and that of its individual elements. It is a suffocating proposition but as the previous songs is swamped in rewarding violations and ingenuity.

A melodic entrance with a hypnotic percussive accompaniment instantly makes the following Northern Lights a virulently appetising proposition, the bestial gnawing in the background sparking encroaching shadows around the elegant seduction flirting with ears and imagination. The beauty of the scenery continues to call even when the track unleashes its barbarous wash of domineering rhythms and corrosive riffing; the track a brutal yet warm temptation exposing further the outstanding songwriting and composing of the band. In the hands of others the song could be just an overpowering slab of hostility but Herod sculpts it to be certainly uncontrollably demanding but also the enabler for the imagination to explore its canvas and textures.

From the sinister and immersive instrumental Sad Hill Part I, the pair of Albert Fish and We Are the Failure expose the weaknesses of emotions, exploring and pushing the limits of their and the listeners fears. The first is a ruinous concentration of coarse vocals and riff spawned rabidity which initially has assumptions expecting a primal storm throughout but the veining of sonic tempting and angst clad expression to the vocals ensures another engrossing premise, if one lacking the adventure and lures of previous songs. Its successor though is another matter, the track a melancholic proposal which from its sombre opening melodies soars into the passions with the heavy lipped dark tones of Glassey, his clean vocals merely hinted at on other songs, given full rein to immediately impress. He is not the strongest singer in that style but with such passion and expression to every squeezed syllable he is magnetic. The track itself is a helter skelter of angst bedded voracity and enslaving metallic design, every note and thought a glorious trap.

Through the bordering on savage aural protestations of Betraying Satan, captious rhythms and guitars spiteful intrigue to the tempestuous vocals and sonically laced grooves, and the rigorously erosive Watch ‘em Die, the album continues to exhaust and impress whilst the excellent No Forgiveness For Vultures moves from a heavily soaking persuasion into a mouthwatering maze of unpredictable riffs, persistently twisting invention, and biting yet composed rhythms. With the dramatic final instrumental Sad Hill Part II concluding the release, They Were None proves itself to be not only a masterful debut but an immensely exciting one. Herod has announced its arrival in a strenuously impressive way, one which is still increasing its potency with every brave immersion into its depths.

They Were None is available now @ http://herod.bandcamp.com/album/they-were-none

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8.5/10

RingMaster 02/05/2014

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Pray For Locust – In the Shadow of the Colossus

Photo by Hilda Arneback

Photo by Hilda Arneback

Like a venomously disgruntled nest of vindictive hornets, In the Shadow of the Colossus the new album from Swedish metallers Pray For Locust swarms over senses and imagination with hordes of vitriolic grooves, ravenous sonics, and most of all an inventive viciousness which is predatory in its more restrained moments alone. The second full-length from the Stockholm quintet is simply magnificent, a gripping maliciousness which stands amongst many in fusing metal and hardcore but alone in sound and enterprise.

Formed in 2009, Pray for locust has earned a more than decent reputation and loyal following with their live performances and debut album Swarm of 2010. It is safe to say though that the successor to the album and well-received Into the Ocean EP of two years ago is the band’s finest moment and the realisation of their place to the fore of raw, creatively antagonistic metal. Self-produced and mastered by Ronnie Björnström (Aeon, Live Elephant, Hate Ammo), the Discouraged Records released ravager is an exceptional beast with the potential to inspire.

The album seizes total attention right away as opener Bat Country wraps a sonic squall around ears before the band erupts into an PrayForLocust-InTheShadowOfTheColossusintensive persuasion of savage riffery and similarly destructive rhythms. It swipes the cobwebs away from thoughts and emotions immediately, the heavyweight metallic voracity of the track a potent co-conspirator with its hardcore roar. Vocalist Tintin Andersen drives the encounter to a new causticity upon the entrance of his uncompromising lyrical brawls and passion drenched tones, adding to the consuming immensity of the fury caging the listener. It is a masterful concoction, brief sonic hooks and longer lingering grooves superbly littering the muscular rage sculpted magnetically by guitarists Jerry Engström and Stefan Schyberg whilst the inventive rhythmic assault of Simon Corner cages and bewitches with another soaking of cruelty.

The towering start is just a warm up though as This Blackened Sky digs deeper and thrusts further into the passions with its contagious brilliance. Swirling sonic laces entangle the imagination initially, rhythms and vocals courting the intrigue with vengeful rapaciousness before the track settles into a darker and restrained parading of its animosity and imposing narrative. It is not long though before the urgency returns with uncompromising intent but it is happy to share time and space with the ‘gentler’ intrusiveness whilst also inviting a raw and infection driven swagger to help launch the chorus. The variation of vocals is also as incendiary and welcome as the revolving invention in sound and gait, it all ensuring every second, each twist of the track is irresistibly toxic.

Both Dead Mans Curse and Reap What You Sow provide rich fuel to the fire for the release ignited in the passions, the first cored by a understated but potent throaty bass suasion from Kvasi, a prowling agonist with a death metal scented malignancy. The bass provides a great snarl and depth to this, and to all songs to be fair but often elsewhere it is immersed in the mix too much for personal tastes but certainly here makes an open impact. The second of the pair of songs seems to take inspiration from the loftily soaring hostile flames and emotive enticements of its predecessor and spills a resourcefully dramatic provocation to its implacable body and invigorating body. Grooves writhe and seduce throughout the tempest, encouraging and tempering the anger of sound and vocals simultaneously in another excitingly shifting savaging. It is not as concerned with atmosphere and melodies as the previous songs but employs the same unpredictable and extensive ingenuity within its ferocity.

Talking of ferocious, the word hardly does justice to the wrath of Ten Thousand Dead, its heart bred from the purest punk hatred and structured with a multi-flavoured metal furore and endeavour which bands like Meshuggah, Lamb Of God, and Cancer Bats would devour. The following Our Last Breath continues in similar vein after emerging from provocative shadows clad in waiting predation. That fierce rabidity needs little waiting time though to charge as sinews and intensity overpowers the senses. Its rampage is additionally coloured by addictive sonic spirals and a rhythmic buffeting which splinters with resonating malice upon collision with ears. Twisting and flirting at times with blistering imagination, the bruising storm re-confirms the strength of the album and startling craft of the band.

 God of the Underworld flies for the throat with metalcore tendencies aligned to melodic poison next, vocals again an impressively varied enticement enriching the hues of the unrelentingly ingenious battle, whilst the following Statement spits and rages with merciless intensity, hardcore and metal merging for a raucous malevolence which enslaves thoughts and emotions brutally and completely. Though neither song quite lives up to earlier tracks, it is the excellence of songs before which is the difference and not any lack of invention and potent lures within the pair.

The album concludes with the ravenous and exhaustive virulence of Bad Blood and lastly Heroin Eyes, the first a glorious imaginative corrosion which rips the throat from emotions. The final song is a thrilling barbarous pillaging not quite matching the last song but bringing In the Shadow of the Colossus to a tremendous if not as memorable finale. Overall the album is a scorching agitator, one scintillating in sound and craft whilst providing an encounter which leaves psyche and senses basking in an enterprise rarely heard in the majority of hardcore bred releases. There is no need to watch out for Pray For Locust as after the album hits the world it will be impossible to avoid their storming presence we suspect.

In the Shadow of the Colossus is available via Discouraged Records now!

http://www.prayforlocust.com/

9/10

RingMaster 30/04/2014

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Cokegoat – Vessel

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If an easy journey with scenic gentleness is the purpose of your musical intent then steering well away from Vessel, the debut album from Chicago sextet Cokegoat is advice to be heeded. The eight track release is a tsunami of imposing yet empowering sounds and invention; a tempest of stoner, sludge, and progressive metal which merges into a dramatically brawling and rigorously rewarding incitement. Riffs spew animosity and rhythms provoke with an even greater antagonism whilst vocals roar with eclectic venom across the consumption. It is a brutal and seductive onslaught, but one with equally ferocious veins of creativity and imagination which ensures every track ignites far more than just ears. The album is demanding from start to finish, often a punishing encounter, but mostly a tremendous debut roaring aloud the might and potential of these new provocateurs.

Consisting of Jeff Wojtysiak (vocals/guitar), Ed Nudd (guitarist/vocals), Rebekah Brown (keys/vocals), Chase Bentley (guitar), Tim Baldwin (bass), and Jordan Schultz (drums), Cokegoat has built a formidable reputation with their live performances alone which has seen the band sharing stages with the likes of Church of Misery, The Skull, Early Graves, Electric Hawk, Order of the Owl, Jucifer, Indian, Mount Salem and many more. Vessel though is set to ignite the widest and probably wildest attention with eagerly accompanying acclaim you can only expect such its intensive proposition. Recorded with Andy Nelson of Weekend Nachos and mastered by Carl Saff (Unsane, Red Fang, Earthless), the impressive album may not end up heading best of lists come December but it is a release which is intensely impacting and unforgettable.

As mentioned earlier the album is primarily bred in a mesh of sludge and stoner metal but the eclectic textures and sound of the release CGvesselcover1600_1600are just as potent and instantly on show as opener Fear the Followers rages against the ears. Launching a sonic rabidity matched by vocal squalls and punching rhythms, the track is a furious brew seeded in punk and hardcore. It takes the senses and expectations immediately by surprise and once wrong footing their assumptions, unfurls infectious grooves and a melodic acidity seducing appetite and imagination. Twisting and swerving with almost vitriolic endeavour, the song evolves into a riveting landscape of warm climes and intimidating shadows as a doom kissed weight lies eagerly upon the forceful roars and senses entwining sonic hues. It is a compelling introduction explored to greater heights by the following pair of songs.

Buried in the City entangles the listener in a web of sonic design and predatory rhythms straight away, the guitars winding tight evocative sirens of sound round thoughts whilst coarse vocal abrasing works on emotions, their graze tempered superbly by the underlying clean vocals which coax just as potently. The ambience of the song is erosive from the start but brews and accelerates its intense malevolence and rapaciousness to trap and enslave before the outstanding destructive crescendo of a finale gets involved.

The following Dogs is a predatory treat, its dark throaty bass opening a wonderful distorted lure which seduces the senses ready for the annihilatory prowl and disorientating psychedelic manipulating brought by guitars and keys respectively. It is an alluring entrance which only increases in contagion as the track settles into a sinew driven stroll with a captivating mix of clean male and female vocals encased in carnivorous riffing and caustic hooks. It is a bewitching suasion, one which never loses its strength of bait even when a fiery energy and urgency washes through the heart of the song, vocals returning to grizzled scowls and riffs to their contentious enticement. A truly mesmeric encounter which is evolving its presence and narrative right to the closing seconds, the track takes top honours on the album though it’s persistently challenged by tracks like the two parts of End of Your Life. Part 1 is a venomous almost bestial challenge but a provocation which makes for riveting submission, its primal riffery and rhythmic angst perfectly aligned to mystical keys and subsequently roving, virtually rampaging melodic invention. Its slow to grip start is a raging infection by its climax, something Part 2, tries to replicate, it also beginning with a fully immersive and restrained opening. To be fair restraint to Cokegoat is still a raw abrasion which strips senses mercilessly and scores emotions permanently. The track does not match its partner in persuasion or the earlier tracks, but easily continues the invigorating ravaging provided by Vessel.

Fly by Night, Pt. 2 is pure aural pestilence, its opening second the cue for a corrosive swamp of guitar and bass to beleaguer the senses whilst rhythms lash the body with cyclonic intensity, a metallic punk voracity again coursing through sound and band. That hunger and animosity is held tight as sonic adventure with progressive insight spills across the distressed canvas of the song. It results in another thoroughly engrossing and intensive examination, one contrasted pleasingly by Fly by Daylight. Whereas the hostile climate of the previous track devoured, the mellower seducing of melodies and warm enterprise here soothes the wounds, though a mix of charming and abrasing vocals continue to stand and at times scream face to face as keys bring a celestial spattering to the strenuous soundscape.

The track swallows the imagination with ease, a success matched by the closing Glorious Dead. The song is spellbinding, a sirenesque envelopment aligning to another barbarous though more respectful intensity which unveils and expands a weave of sonic adventure and melody kissed enterprise. It is a towering end to the album, alone unleashing all the might and riches of the band in songwriting, passion, and experimentation.

Vessel is not without minor issues, primarily the lack of variety to the predominate abrasing vocals, though that is more to do with personal taste, and at times a lack of toxins to make some songs a lingering venom away from the release. They are small nags though and cannot stop album and Cokegoat providing an impressive and exciting debut.

Vessel is now available digitally from http://cokegoat.bandcamp.com/ and on red vinyl from The Path Less Traveled Records

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8.5/10

RingMaster 30/04/2014

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