The House Of Capricorn – Morning Star Rise

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If the horned one has a house warming party the day he moves in and consumes the world, there are plenty of candidates to provide the musical incitement; a list sure to have The House Of Capricorn near the top. The New Zealand devil rock trio release their new album Morning Star Rise this week and it is a proposition which wears the apocalypse as a smouldering seduction, a tantalising glaze to the band’s rock ‘n’ roll tapestry of doom, gothic and stoner rock. The release is a masterful protagonist for dark deeds and blackened hearts, a bewitching evocative hex sounding like the son of a satanic union between Type O Negative, Dommin, Babylon Whores, and Sisters Of Mercy. Even that description does not touch the black hearted toxicity which coats every note and syllable but it does suggest the melodic and deceptive satanic alchemy fuelling the outstanding encounter, the album radiantly inviting as its sound and intent feeds on the soul.

Formed in 2001 and hailing from Auckland, The House of Capricorn set free the self-released The Rivers And The Rain EP in 2006 as their first temptation, but it was with first album Sign Of The Cloven Hoof four years later that the band stirred real attention within a wider spotlight. It was followed the next year by In The Devil’s Days, the album reinforcing the increasingly darker explorations began with its predecessor. Now the threesome of vocalist Marko Pavlovic, guitarist Scott Blomfield, and drummer Michael Rothwell have cast their most riveting collection of satanic hymns yet for one of the most thrilling possessions of the year.

The Road to Hell is Marked makes the first enticement of ears and psyche, the track bounding in on swinging beats and a carnivorously snarling bassline entwined with an instantly engaging if acidic groove. It is a magnet for the imagination, the opening intimidation swiftly bursting into a creative punk like brawl as Pavlovic roars from within a tenaciously aggressive sonic confrontation. An element of Volbeat plays with thoughts but only as whispers behind the outstanding Pete Steele like dark harmonies the vocals grace the lyrical infestation with. Anthemic and contagious, the opener is a salacious but controlled stomp teasing with a scorching solo and that ever grumbling bass sound which enslaves appetite and emotion.

The brilliant start is matched swiftly by the fire and brimstone of In Light of Lucifer, the track stepping down a gear in attack but increasing the dosage of toxic grooves and vocal tempting. The 143228track prowls and taunts with its gait and hypnotic sounds, an imposing resonance leaking from every pore whilst the guitars cast a web of virulent hooks and grooves within the thick doom loaded smog. As the previous songs and those to follow, there is a diversity of sound and textures making up the offering but whatever the spices the song, as the album, is simply rock ‘n’ roll at its voracious best.

Our Shrouded King is another bellow of sound and demonic intent, riffs and rhythms an uncompromising confrontation tempered by the sultry temptation of grooves and expressive vocals. Hints of Misfits/Samhain flirt with thoughts as do more loudly those of Type O Negative but there is no escaping the rich and imposing tones of seventies classic metal kicking up a storm within the swamp of enterprise and incendiary emotion squalling within the track. Its invitingly corrosive maelstrom makes way for the slower predation of Ashlands, it an initially agitated intimidation which emerges as a broad and funereal examination of imagination and emotions. The track is a glorious dark seducing, a drone kissed croon in sound and voice which consumes the senses with a post punk haunting and gothic rock elegance before making its way to angst soaked expulsions of raw vocals and blacker sonic depths. The song is as meditative as it is emotionally toxic, and quite riveting.

Both The Only Star in the Sky and Ivory Crown continue the exhilarating infestation, the album remaining on its lofty plateau of persuasion with consummate ease. The first of the two has an essence of The Mission to its melodic tempting whilst rhythmically and in the growling bass lures, a tinge of early Killing Joke. Again they are mere whispers in the fascinating creative embrace of an inescapable contagion. If this is an infectious suasion its successor is primal seducing with its Sisters of Mercy like chorus and blackened glamour, though overall as the song blossoms and tempts with melodic and female harmonies inflaming ears and passions, it enthrals more like a distant cousin of The Mission’s track Severina, a plus in anyone’s book.

The hazier climate and sonic colour of Watching Angels Fall comes next, the song as magnetic strolling relentlessly or welling up with tsunami like energy for impassioned dark crescendos. Its adventurous instinct leads the listener into a noir lit plane of sonic enterprise and provocative ruffled calm at one point, an almost wrong-footing turn before re-establishing its authority with the returning tide of torrential tiffs and rhythms. A slow burner compared to others on the album but soon another peak, it is followed by the atmospheric instrumental Covenants Ark, an intriguing and thought provoking piece of stark wasteland bred ambience leading to final epic emprise Dragon of Revelations. Over nine minutes long, the track is a cavernous journey into a dark unknown and destructive malevolence but lit with the transfixing smouldering tones of Pavlovic and a reflective streaming of sonic colour from Blomfield. It is a doom drenched exploration, oppressive and enchanting simultaneously and a sublime end to an exceptional release.

Morning Star Rise is majestic, colossally gloomy and fearsome but equally captivatingly infectious and spellbinding. When the apocalypse comes The House of Capricorn will have no fears, they will riding to the fore with wide grins and instruments sound-tracking the end of days.

Morning Star Rise is available now via Svart Records on vinyl @ http://svartrecords.com/shoppe/home/2738-the-house-of-capricorn-morning-star-rise-cd.html, on CD @ http://svartrecords.com/shoppe/home/2737-the-house-of-capricorn-morning-star-rise-cd.html or digitally @ http://thehouseofcapricorn.bandcamp.com/

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RingMaster 02/12/2014

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Tribazik -Tools Of Mass Creation

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Swiftly following the acclaimed success of their recent album Data Warfare, UK band Tribazik unleash their new gripping and contagion fuelled single, Tools Of Mass Creation. The closing track on their outstanding full-length, the song is an emotion and thought provoking tempest of sound and adventure, reinforcing the potential and creative emprise shining within the London based trio.

Formed by Jerry Kandiah (vocals/guitar) and Hedge Seel (drums/samples), Tribazik has grown into one of Britain’s most inventive and formidable prospects, Data Warfare their coming of age and the suspected spark to a world spotlight upon their ingenious mix of sounds. Sculpting an individual presence through the merger of genres such alternative rock, psychedelic metal, industrial, techno and much more, the band grabbed the attention of Killing Joke bassist Paul Raven from the release of the single Yang To Yin alone. The song led to the invitation and supporting of Killing Joke on two European tours as well as Jaz Coleman guesting on a track on Tribazik’s Andy Gill (Gang of Four) mixed debut album All Blood is Red in 2009. From there the pair became a trio with the recruitment of Syan and subsequently the creation and release of the self-produced and Youth (Killing Joke, The Orb, The Verve) mixed Date Warfare earlier this year. It is a fiercely flavoured tempest of imagination drenched sound and inventive force managing to cast a mix of early Killing Joke, Pendulum, Pitchshifter, The Prodigy, and Red Beat, whilst sculpting something new and invigoratingly distinct to Tribazik. Now Tools Of Mass Creation is ready to stir up another incitement for the album and itself, an aim as with its source release hard to imagine failing to achieve success.

The single harasses ears from its first breath, rhythms rapping with thick sinews on the senses whilst guitars blaze with a raw causticity to their riffs and hooks. The gothic harmonies of Syan glance across the turbulent air of the track soon after whilst beneath, the track roars with aggression and antagonistic intensity. It then relaxes into a more merciful embrace, the mellow tones of Syan snuggling closer to the ear as Kandiah unveils the narrative with his captivating voice. It is a smouldering passage prone to forceful eruptions of sonic energy and blazing passion musically and vocally. There is an unavoidable essence to Killing Joke to the track, as well as a tasty tinge of Fear Factory, but as it brawls and seduces body and emotions, the song sets down an individual character and beauty to the fury which belongs solely to its creators.

Tools Of Mass Creation is a riveting and mouth-watering furnace of sound and enterprise, the perfect doorway for those still not infected by the exciting presence of Tribazik, to dive into their glorious depths.

Tools Of Mass Creation is available on September 24th

Tribazik have confirmed a special single release party at London’s Islington Academy 2 on September 24th. To celebrate the single release of Tools Of Mass Creation, the band have promised ‘A storming show with full visual onslaught’

Tickets for the event can be purchased from http://www.o2academyislington.co.uk/event/69196/tribazik-tickets

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RingMaster 16/09/2014

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Pord – Wild

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Employing a cauldron of hostile noise rock soaked in sonic causticity, Wild is a proposition which simply lights up ears and passions as it numbs and abuses the senses. The new album from French band Pord, the release is an exhilarating and at times gorgeous violation of sonic ingenuity which inspires a deep hunger for more. Their sound is not going to be for everyone but if the likes of Keelhaul, Melt Banana, or Craw tick all the right boxes then Wild is a must investigation.

Formed in 2001, Pord hail from Lozère and through line-up changes evolved with a raw and imposing sound which was not the initial intention of the band on its emergence according to the new album’s press release. Thankfully the band has taken, whether organically or intentionally, a corrosive and raucous route with their sound which has increasingly garnered potent attention and following. Their well-received debut album Valparaiso three years ago drew acclaim towards the trio yet it is easy to feel that Wild will brew a much more vocal and aggressive attention once its uncompromising claws dig in.

Recorded with Serge Morattel (Knut, Tantrum, Ventura, Basement) at Rec Studio in Geneva and released via Solar Flare Records, the album instantly lights up ears and thoughts with Staring Into Space. The first thing igniting the pord_wildpassions is the bass, its presence from the first second offering more primal testosterone than a pair of rutting stags and never losing its carnivorous snarl and beauty across the whole release. Its bestial predation and animal magnetism is soon joined by scythes of guitar, their sonic swipes no less attractive and spiteful on the senses. Drums as swiftly add their antagonistic punches whilst vocal squalls roar with an element of restraint within the storming mix. It is a riveting mix, the repetitive bass lures irresistible whilst the guitar casts scorched tendrils of enterprise which almost crawl in the songs slower sludgier moments and charge with a melodic tailwind when the song opens up a cauldron of energy.

The song is a tremendous start, hooks and grooves lethally delicious, and swiftly matched by I’m Swimming Home. The second song is like a mix of KEN Mode and the now demised Kabul Golf Club, its caustic melodies and abrasing textures simultaneously threatening and seductive, not forgetting ridiculously addictive. Vocals are submerged in the tempest of sound but still a potent protagonist in the contagion of noise and bullying enterprise. As with most of the tracks, there is a swagger and array of barbed creative hooks which are virulent in their persuasion to slightly temper and often accentuate the hostile tenacity. It is formidable romance of noise which is contrasted impressively by My Bloody Galantine. Whereas the previous song has an endearing side, the third track is a predator of the psyche, crawling over the senses with a sinister gait and intimidating ferocity honed into a primal stalking loaded with sludge thick intensity. It is a carnal beast of a track and no less compelling than it’s, shall we say ‘lighter’ companions on the album.

The short fury of Laguiole Bull’s Balls is outstanding. It just exceeds a minute and digs up old school hostility to its sonic furnace and an ever debilitating bass enticing which recalls early Killing Joke in many ways. The devastating statement is followed by the scarring qualities of What Are Tuesdays For? which from a menacing and ear splitting entrance, unleashes a rhythmic agitation and sonic maelstrom which blisters every surface it touches whilst sparking another epidemic of seductive infectiousness. The track has a real swing to its bones as it launches its own insatiable and senses scorching web of sound and ultimately leaving ears blissfully ringing by the time of its departure.

Pools’n’Chicks is another sparking thoughts of earlier eras. Its raging intent and creative wall of sonic temptation proceeds to evolve through a post punk like cold snap and predation before developing a rhythmic addictiveness and discord driven expanse of noise aligned to a raw aggravation. It is an incitement which reminds of The Fire Engines and The Fall as it uncages its mouth-watering tide of sound, living up to the album title whilst sculpting its own addiction forging glory.

The album ends with On The Couch, a final and individual furnace of sonic oppression and rhythmic ferocity which inescapably thrills as it bludgeons ears, body and. soul. It is a last exhausting vindictive suasion, an eleven minute plus violent, corrosive dance within a haunting and menacing atmosphere, and quite brilliant.

As mentioned Wild may not be for all but with a body and soul which lives up to its name, it is one of the physically unhealthy and emotionally invigorating triumphs of2014.

Wild is available via Solar Flare Records now @ http://music.solarflarerds.com/album/wild

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9/10

RingMaster 08/09/2014

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Ventenner – Distorture

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Sculpting a collection of startling and emotionally stark yet seductive soundscapes which combine for one immersive and compelling dystopian landscape, UK band Ventenner has unleashed one of the year’s most compelling incitements with new album Distorture. A release and experience which leaves the senses beleaguered and imagination ablaze from start to finish, it is a mouth-watering intrusion of aural drama taking the listener on a gripping and invasive journey into not only the heart of the album’s own narrative but their own shadows. It is an extraordinary proposition which persistently crafts and frees intimidating seductions and contagiously raw rages with every imposing twist and evocative turn, and simply gets better and more emotionally vocal over time,

The successor to the well-received This Is The Reason album of 2012, Distorture arrives after a movement in not only sound but the shape of the 2007 formed London band; Ventenner once the solo project of Charlie Dawe (vocals/synth) growing into a quartet with Jonno Lloyd (guitar), Ben Martin (bass), and Luke Jacobs (drums) now alongside him. The move has resulted in the new album exploring a more guitar driven investigation against the previous predominantly synth and electronics fuelled approach of the project. Released via Sonic Fire Records, Distorture presents a cacophony of industrial and post punk seeded noise aligned to chilled textures and melodic invention against barren yet mesmeric atmospheres. That though is still only a glimpse of the creative shadows and colouring presented by the sonic paintings confronting ears and thoughts.

The adventure opens with Rise, a raw and portentous ambience bringing the track into view before the instrumental casts a rhythmic enticement which is as challenging as the atmosphere brewing up around it. The electronic starkness is gently corrosive bait but tempered by the intrigue clad riffs which soon line-up to ignite the imagination. It is a dramatic introduction to the dark creative emprise ahead but just a teaser as swiftly shown by the outstanding Six Blood. A predatory stroll breaks out from the song’s first seconds, its gait cloaked in mellow and slightly monotonic vocals as well as grouchy riffs which cast a grizzled hue over the gripping scenery of the track. Nine Inch Nails meets early Pitchshifter, the song is a fascinating entanglement of textures and tones, a kaleidoscope of erosive sonic hues, compelling monotony, and emotional turmoil twisted into an addictively captivating tempest.

The following Wave is just as enslaving for ears and passions. Again a chilled terrain is walked by seemingly disinterested yet persistent riffs and vocals before exploding into incendiary roars which sear the senses and inflame the imagination. It is a demanding suasion of Gravity Kills like temptation and Die Krupps bred fury yet something wholly unique and pressingly bewitching. Its oppressive angst and fiery climate is followed by the openly different yet magnetically similar Unaffected, another abrasing furnace of sound and intent which takes the listener gently by the hand before throwing them into a turbulent pit of sonic rage and passion. There is an underlying tempting though, melodic and rhythmic, which nags throughout the tempestuous offering and has its loudest say in the passage of restrained emotion and sound which provokes before a climactic finale.

The instrumental title track gnaws on the senses next, its cavernous shadows and tones drawing on Killing joke and Wire seeding as a sonic haze haunts and provokes the emotions. It is an intimidating web of noise and intent which continues into the hidden depths and dark corners of Skin Ritual. Again Wire springs to mind, its bleak breath and enticing slithers of melodic coaxing engrossing, especially with the additional female vocals aligning to those of Dawe. It is a strenuously mesmeric encounter which smoulders and ripples with emotional temptation and electronic incitement like a hope fuelled dream within a suffocating sleep.

From that somnambulistic flight, Begin Again offers a raw and corrosive embrace which is ignited by the virulently infectious military exercise of the drums. Simultaneously crawling over the senses and exposing body and thoughts to a dervish like assault of inescapable rhythmic captivation, the predominantly instrumental track is a mystique lit fall into a bedlamic state of sonic and emotional antagonism. It is an uncompromising and exhaustive yet reassuringly rewarding seduction which is surpassed by the outstanding Metacell whose rhythmic temptation is also driven by an irresistible virulence. A rolling swagger of drums jabs is soon joined by a predatory voracity of riffs and vocals, their charm carnivorous and touch hostile yet courted by a magnetic stride of beats. It makes for a deep rooted addiction, much like the album, and provides another pinnacle of what in many ways is a resourcefully psychotic release.

Both Fallout and Cast assault and transfix ears with a creative voracity within deceptively minimalistic structures and temptations. The first is a seductive croon prone to sonic outbursts crossed with passion drenched rages and its successor a haunting caress of the senses brought by an emotional causticity. Both tracks test and spark reflective reactions with their absorbing ingenuity. Neither though can match the glorious deep shadows and intimate provocation of Undone, a song soaked in melodic beauty, classically seeded keys, and seductive elegance. It is a sonic sunset which engulfs the imagination before making way for the similarly enthralling closing track Shade, its title telling you all you need to know about its tone and emotions, if not the sweeping beauty and melodic majesty within its temptation.

It is a mighty end to an album which enslaves the imagination and passions from start to finish. Reaping the seeds of old school post punk austerity with a more modern industrial rapacity, Ventenner twist them into something scintillating and emotionally epic verging on disturbing as evidenced by the brilliant Distorture.

Distorture is available via Sonic Fire Records now @ http://sonicfire.bandcamp.com/album/distorture

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9/10

RingMaster 01/09 2014

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Generation Graveyard – Lonewolves

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Preying on ears with the primal snarl of early Killing Joke, the punk fury of Amen, and the raw salacious bloodlust of Frankenstein Drag Queens from Planet 13, UK metal punks Generation Graveyard has become one of the eagerly talked about new protagonists of the European horror punk scene, and it is easy to see why with the release of new EP, Lonewolves. The band’s official debut release, it is a predatory assault on the senses and a stirring incitement to thoughts and emotions. It is hard to say that it is going to be the most startlingly original thing you will hear this year yet the London quintet unleash their venom and antagonism with a blend of flavours and impassioned vitriol to stand apart from the crowd and excite with undeniably ferocious potential.

Since its conception in the latter part of 2009, Generation Graveyard has earned a strong and impressive reputation through their live performances which has seen the band share stages with the likes of Misfits, Anti-Nowhere League, The 69 Eyes, Black Breath, Viking Skull, Warrior Soul, The Defiled, and most recently supporting Breed77 on their full UK tour. Fusing rich essences of hardcore, rock n roll, black metal, and crust into their metal punk voracity, the band’s next big step hits potently out in sound and lyrical intent, casting hostility amongst things at life and urban isolation, society and social upheaval, and substance dependence. As suggested Lonewolves is not reshaping a scene but it does make it impossible to ignore or resist the band’s fury.

The release immediately stands intimidatingly over ears, stirring thing up with caustic riffs and short sonic taunts whose acidic discontent is punctuated by occasional thumps of rhythms. The entrance of Abominate/Desolate is a Generation Graveyard - Lonewolves EP coverslow enticement which almost preys on its recipient before opening up a broader wash of guitar incitement around a sturdy stride. Once the drums start rumbling along with beats which seem to coax further the already impressive vindictive bass flirtation, the track takes to full hostile flight within its still stalking gait and the similar stance of vocalist Max’s grizzled growls. Dark addictive grooves and surges of scarring riffs continue to flourish within the brawling presence of the song, but it is the almost deceptively menacing bass and spiral of melodic guitar enterprise which leave the lingering impression of the strong and potent starter.

Things kick up another gear in attack and pleasure with Human Hive, the song scurrying urgently through ears from its opening breath and teasing attention with heavily poking beats within a maelstrom of sonic causticity. There is a more open contagiousness to the song than within its predecessor, a lure providing a dangerous and virulent seduction. Sonic groans and ravenous riffs stalk throughout the track’s rippling body, adding intimidation to the web of infectious persuasion and adversarial endeavour honed into one gripping confrontation. With Max offering a Casey Chaos like combativeness to his tones and the guitars an unrelenting and varied squall of abrasing enticement littered with thick hooks, the track ignites an already open appetite with ease.

The Empty strikes next, again a song making an initial quarrelsome impression veined by sonic bait clad in riveting invention and enticement. The track stomps and bustles with attitude and impatient ire, eager to start a fight or incite a riotous commotion. It is a pleasing and easy to embrace slab of unfriendly provocation but lacks the spark and quite simply the addiction forging qualities of the previous pair. Nevertheless it is another strong lure into band and release before the incendiary punk storm that is Deletist savages ears. It is as raw and as vicious as it gets on the release, every note and syllable a raucous enmity whilst the rhythms just puncture the body with their verging on malevolent antisocial attack. Like the last song it lacks some of the lures of certainly its successor but counters that with pure venom and hardcore punk voraciousness.

The title track takes over to steal best song honours, its Misfits like opening the doorway into the epidemically anthemic roar of the song. Rhythms and riffs spare little time to size up their victim, jabbing and raging respectively with the hunger and rabidity of a restless social uprising. Hooks and grooves play incessantly with the imagination whilst the group calls to stand up and roar simply provide the icing on the ridiculously thrilling cake. It is a great finale to an increasingly impressing release though certainly on the CD there is also a bonus track, the Stereo Juggernaut remix of Human Hive which offers a more than decent stomp to fling limbs to.

Lonewolves is a dramatically healthy and intensely promising introduction to Generation Graveyard, one easily showing why the fuss from those in the know towards the band. You feel though that there is much more to come and be explored within the band ahead than shown on the excellent release, which makes their future rather exciting.

The Lonewolves’, EP is available through all stores on Monday 21st July.

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8.5/10

RingMaster 20/07/2014

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Godflesh – Decline & Fall

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There are some bands you always find a soft spot for in the vast ranks of likes and thrilling encounters which accost the senses and imagination over a lifetime, and Godflesh is one of the most impacting and self-sustaining examples. The prime provocateurs of not only industrial but metal full-stop, the band even in the few years they were ‘AWOL’, continued to incite and inspire personally and emerging propositions, their influence constantly openly audible in new bands and sounds. Now the UK band has unleashed its first new material in 13 years through the carnivorous ear seduction of the Decline & Fall EP. Birmingham duo Justin Broadrick (Jesu, Palesketcher, Final) and GC Green has twisted the richness of their early sounds with the experiment intrusiveness of latter inventions to give birth to an exhaustingly primal and vindictively fresh predator. The four tracks making up the release are ravenous tempests of industrial toxicity, metallic hostility, and punk rabidity, a brew which simply steals the passions just as the band has done so many times before.

Also acting as a potent teaser for the band’s new album A World Lit Only By Fire, due out this Autumn, Decline And Fall as well as rigorously casting out a new net of virulently antagonistic enticement also holds a nostalgic strain of bait most notably in opening track Ringer. As well as unearthing past memories of the band’s earlier forages into the psyche there is a raw but definite early Killing Joke repetitious tone and bait to its carnal charm. A sonic wash disturbs ears first, brewing up a portentous air which heavily cascading rhythms and bestial riffs pounce upon with greedy ferocity. The beats stamp with a military like enmity and precision whilst the bass of Green brings arguably it’s most primal and tenacious malignancy of sound yet. It is a delicious and glorious savaging which prowls imperiously alongside the feverishly caustic scrubs of guitar and the loathing fuelled monotones of Broadrick, the years having seemingly only increased his scornfully raw and imposing tones. The track is pure primal evil, a contagious tension soaked malice to devour greedily.

The following Dogbite immediately infest ears and psyche with sonic squalls which seductively sway with wanton designs whilst the bass brings its own salacious swagger to the emerging animus. The track has its own unrelenting gait to its predecessor but equally suffocates and consumes with a base fury which resourcefully blazes with cold flames. Repetition is one of the most instinctive addictive tools in music, along with discord, and there are few who can swing that bait so potently and seductively as Godflesh. The track crawls over thoughts and emotions with the gnawing patience of a dog, every chewing snarl and intensive lick of sonic persistence an irresistible incitement.

As impressive as the EP is to this point, it touches perfection with Playing With Fire. The track is simply an inescapable epidemic, its harsher industrial climate and alienating sonic web pure destructive and addiction spawning manna. We mentioned new bands being influenced by the duo but here alone you equally know and recognise the well which the likes of bands such as Fear Factory and Prong drank inspirationally. That mentioned discord is a passion igniting flavouring around the vocals whilst again bass and rhythms frame the maelstrom of sonic vendetta and enterprise with sheer grudge clad might.

The title track brings the release to a close, its viscous feud of sound a corrosive abrasing sculpted into another magnetically inspiring and senses grinding, almost cathartic challenge. The least dramatic in its attack and incessant in its confrontation, the track is the most inventively tangled weave of fascination on the EP but also the least gripping, though to be fair it still chains imagination and ardour drenched passions without mercy.

If the Decline & Fall EP is a hint of the album to come we are in for something special once again from Godflesh. We admit we might have a slightly blinkered appetite for the band and their sounds over the years but it cannot disguise the impressive and blistering might of the new release, or the impatient anticipation of the impending full-length.

The Decline & Fall EP is available on Avalanche Recordings now and @ http://godflesh1.bandcamp.com/releases

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9.5/10

RingMaster 11/07/2014

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Servants of the Mist – Gross Knowledge of Genital Mutilation

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Sludge and especially doom metal has never been strangers to despair and pain, nor hate come to that, but there can be few releases which consume and fester in the psyche with the sheer hostile weight and excruciating intensity as that found within Gross Knowledge of Genital Mutilation. The new EP from US metallers Servants of the Mist, it is a leviathan of ruinous abrasion and sonic pestilence which bears no mercy or respite in its bitter oppressiveness. The four-track proposition is without doubt not a welcoming listen or one attempting to lure in a wide spread of appetites but if sludge of the most demoralising and perverse order is your kind of bait than Gross Knowledge of Genital Mutilation is a definite exploration to brave.

Bred in Florida, Servants of the Mist emerged in 2010 through guitarist and main songwriter Ed Tobar. A clutch of personnel ensued before long-term vocalist Richard Smyth, Jr. joined the band. Musically the project was immersed in the more traditional doom sounds of Black Sabbath and Saint Vitus though also bringing different ripe flavours into the mix. Early demos helped spread awareness of band and sound whilst the sharing of stages with the likes of Jucifer, Ulcer, After Death, and the Tardy Brothers only reinforced the emergence of the band. More line-up changes occurred over the couple of years from forming before late 2012 going into the next year saw Tobar and Smyth JR. enlisting drummer RJ Howley, bassist Kenny Nguyen, and Jason Kleim on keyboards into Servants of the Mist. The band’s sound was also evolving, a thicker droning seducing its invention which subsequently led to a shift within the band of Nguyen to second guitar and Kleim to bass to exploit and further this turn. The results impressively emerged in the well-received and monstrously evil sounding Suicide Sex Pact EP, the base and seed to the just as hostile tsunami that is Gross Knowledge of Genital Mutilation. The new release also features the latest addition to the sextet, keyboardist Brian Schille, and the band’s heaviest, most vitriolic presence yet.

The torment opens with Sadism & Suffering, a brief introduction of portentous intrigue and atmospheric haunting cast through unnamedsamples and sonic persistence. Though arguably not openly leading into or hinting at the beast of sound to come, the piece has thoughts and emotions entwined with its dangerous and challenging presence before the following Undeserving steps up to demand and seize all attention. A wall of penetrating sonic animosity fills ears and senses first, guitars and keys venomously seducing and permeating the psyche whilst the bass offers its own lethal lure. The mere seconds feel like a month of sufferance before the lumbering rhythmic gait of the track shakes the earth and riffs slam upon the senses like a monolithic predator. The gateway to the darkest, deepest malevolent pit spreads its legs to expel a consuming flow of organic and ruinous intensity into the slowly twisting maelstrom whilst the jowls of its bestial intent, devours the imagination with scourge like rapaciousness. It is a heady and exhaustive proposition but one which ebbs and flows in its attack for ears and emotions to embrace the sonically blistered melodic veining which emerges between the raw vocal causticity and insidious emotions.

Just too long at almost twelve minutes for personal thresholds, the track is a compelling savagery which is emulated in a distinctly different guise by Commit Suicide. Bursting from another potent sample, the track is a bruising, uncompromising slab of punk infused sludge rioting. It has a definite familiarity to its groove and contagion, an indefinable one admittedly but a presence within its brutal enticement which at times suggests Nirvana, Killing Joke, and Eyehategod. It is a gripping stomp with murderous intent which grips the passions tightly before passing on for the title track to submerge senses and psyche in its disturbing provocation. The last song emerges from another disturbed ambience as bred in the opener before sluggishly unwinding tendrils of sonic toxicity and suffocating aural despondence. It is a masterful funereal death march, an intensive devouring devoid of hope and light but exuding a rabid beauty which can only seduce the souls of the wretched and the emotionally distorted.

Gross Knowledge of Genital Mutilation is at times a trial and in other moments a fearsome seduction, but perpetually a unique scavenger of emotions and fears which reinforces Servants of the Mist as one of the rarest and inescapable predations within extreme metal. Only the fearless and deranged will tackle the EP but their rewards come in just as weighty an offering as the violation.

The self-released Gross Knowledge of Genital Mutilation is available now @ http://servantsofthemist.bandcamp.com

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8.5/10

RingMaster 24/06/2014

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