Psychic Teens – Come

Heads 2013 by John Berry

There can be a beauty bred when caustic noise and sonic abrasion walk hand in hand but when in the hands of a band like Psychic Teens, where gothic shadows, post punk invention, and shoegaze seduction are also employed, it is a mesmeric tempest that just steals the passions. Hailing from Philadelphia, the three piece band took no time in drawing hungry responses and  support after forming in 2010, their debut album Teens of the following year garnering widespread critical acclaim. Following it with a split CD-R of cover songs with Hulk Smash and a digital EP of Misfits cover songs, as well as impressive live performances, including shows with bands such as The Dead Milkmen, Zola Jesus, Titus Andronicus, Ceremony, True Widow, METZ and many more, Psychic Teens has earned a strong reputation and fanbase but one suggests it is only a scratch which once new album Come lays down its irresistible lures and traps, will open up to full lustful wounds.

The new release takes the qualities of that first album into a new realm of imagination and niggling enterprise, its body a contagious caustic wash spawned from the post punk evocation of Joy Division with the noise rock essences of Part Chimp and the gothic dark passions of Birthday Party. There is much more to it than that though as opener NO soon confirms. The track instantly captures the imagination with a rhythmic dealing that shuffles the senses into a compelling cage. Joined by the prowling bass and sabre flashes of guitar, the song only grips tighter drawing a willing submission as the excellent vocals of guitarist Larry Ragone join the sonic affray. Sounding like Nick Cave meets Ian Curtis is tones add depth and expression to an already riveting stretch of imagination, with the bass grooved romp and sizzling guitar flames delicious enticement within a song that teases like a mix of The Pixies and Pere Ubu. It is a passion stealer of a song and start giving the rest of the album a lofty bar to emulate.

Not that the rest of the album struggles for the main, the following tantalising heat of RIP with its striding rhythms, scurrying riffs, and a1920627547_10intensive fire of sonic intrigue and mystique, another virulent call on thoughts and emotion. Throughout the strings of Ragone tease and tempt within the heady hooks and lures of bassist Joe DeCarolisa and drummer Dave Cherasaro, all combining to infect the senses and passions with a thrilling toxicity, soon matched by the potent sweltering charms of H#TE and LUST. The first of the two worries melodic intervention and harmonic persuasion into breeding an acidic haze of bristling energy and punkish provocation whilst its successor emerges from a striking suggestion of intimidation through fine guitar rubs to enslave with sinister vocals and resonating noir clad mystery crafted by the combined inventive shadows of the band’s imagination.

The abrasive LORD lays down a softening expanse of reserved yet sure cold rabidity next before making way for the best song on the release, its title track. The song again makes its entrance on a shuffle of firm and addiction causing rhythms before opening its arms to a fire of surf rock heat and emotive enticement. A song Joy Division would have wished they had composed in their time, it is a sensational sultry suasion on the soul, a fascination fuelled sunset on the world and more. The beats of Cherasaro are pure hypnotism making a platform for the vocals and guitar caresses to singe and burn the senses and mind whilst the bass of DeCarolisa is a watcher egging everything on to its fiery climax.

LESS allows a breath to be taken with its reserved introduction before it too unveils bait that is impossible to resist, the bass conjuring a Cure like toxin that works on every synapse and emotion. With the vocals courting thoughts in their continuing to impress dark and grainy delivery, the song brings a garage rock lilt to its chorus before sitting back into that impossibly beckoning stance which set it deep into the passions initially.

The rapacious furnace BUG and the slowly crawling VEIL thrillingly finish off the outstanding release, setting a further charge of distinct and individual ingenuity to work on the passions. They simply confirm the thought and feeling throughout that Psychic Teens are quite possibly the best alchemists of sonic noise and post punk devilry today and definitely that the SRA Records released Come is one of the major treats of the year.


RingMaster 13/08/2013

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Panzerchrist – The 7th Offensive


Bludgeoning the senses and once again stomping them into dust with their sonic war machine, Danish death metallers Panzerchrist return with new album The 7th Offensive, a release which sets up a new frontline of violence and aural animosity whilst revitalising existing weaponry within the band’s accomplished arsenal. The Listenable Records released seventh album from the quartet is an unrelenting intensive assault on senses and thoughts, an extreme provocation with every intent and ultimate success of ripping any sense of safety from its recipients. Achieved just as potently by a sinister serpentine melodic temptation as by the expected uncompromising brutal intimidation, band and album without tearing down new boundaries is a formidable, very satisfying act of war.

Formed in 1994 by ex-Illdisposed drummer Michael “Panzergeneral” Enevoldsen, Panzerchrist took little time in drawing string responses and acclaim with their early albums but it was with the release of Soul Collector in 2000 that things took on a new might and earned an additional strength of acclaim and recognition as the band unleashed its war themed formula and matching intensive sound. Through the following likes of Room Service in 2003, Battalion Beast three years later, and Regiment Ragnarok of 2011, as the sound and attack became more brutal and intense the responses and acclaim rose in tandem which with The 7th Offensive standing before us is sure to continue, even if arguably the new album misses out on emulating the heights of its predecessor whilst equally stretching its strengths further and to different places. With new members in the shape of drummer Simon Schiling (ex-Fleshcrawl) and vocalist Søren Tintin Lønholdt (ex-Exmorten) alongside bassist Enevoldsen and guitarist Nils Petersen, Panzerchrist offers a bleak, unforgiving onslaught which leaves the breath exhausted and pleasure high.

The sonic tirade starts with Panzer the 7th Offensive, an immediate battalion of rhythms and guttural expulsions under the premise ofcover_l vocals accosting the ear with deliberate intent whilst the guitar of Petersen creates a mesh of melodic antagonism. It is an instantly enthralling lure soon drenched in heavier shadows and energy which storms through the ear with incessant purpose whilst a flag of melodic colour marks the predacious tempest below.

The following Foreign Fields takes over the mission with the sonic flare of the guitar immediately into its narrative, so much so that it feels like you are dropping in on an already in motion escapade. Once in full muscular flight the track is a heavy and ravenous bestial force, drums and bass caging the ear for vocals and the continuing to impress guitar of Petersen to carve out their distinct but mutually in league toxic calls. It is a strong continuation of the start matched by both In the Name of Massacration and Stronghold of Hill 666; two more lethally constructed and delivered hostile engagements that capture the imagination with a venomous sonic and melodic web as imposing and riveting as the voracious malevolent hunger driving them on. The chaos fuelled maelstrom making up the finale of the first of the two is a standout moment of the first half of the album whilst its successor has a niggling repetitive nature to its stalking that only magnetises the senses.

Certainly to this point The 7th Offensive holds attention, thoughts, and eagerness in its sinew powered hands if without lighting the strongest fires inside the passions. It is an impressive first half to the album though but soon left in the shade of the remaining tracks, well after the primal raw Dogger Dead has savaged the ear, the track a thick slab of venom and unbridled vitriol which leaves thoughts unsure even after numerous plays on how to take and view its presence. There are no doubts about the next up Mass Attack of the Lychantrope Legion, the song a melodically honed call of triumph and glory within the battlefield, but  a piece with jaws and sonic swords ready to defend and attack any encroaching incitement and shadows. It is a scintillating song with riffs and solos as bright flames across the ever intense and thrilling bass and drum incitement, a shifting and primed adventure which just steals the passions the longer it is allowed to explore.

      Kill for Revenge and Drone Killing step up next to also enslave senses and emotions with inventive twists and turns to their barbed weaves of riffs, blood hued sonics, and rhythmic condemnation. The first is a rapacious steel booted dance of menace and temptation whilst the second is a ferocious unyielding devouring of ear and mind, a torrential sonic blistering which lays down a constant caustic rub of destructive nagging. Backed up by the equally corrosive rant of Napalm Alarm and the departing yet lingering march of Pig Parade, the tracks bring the album to a towering conclusion which out flanks its former part with ease.

     The 7th Offensive is a great album which ticks all the boxes for an extreme metal release and more, but falls at the hurdle of originality and debatable innovation. It is still a thoroughly enjoyable and enterprising release from Panzerchrist though showing that there is still no stopping the war machine.


RingMaster 13/10/2013

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Lacerated And Carbonized – The Core of Disruption


Claiming that The Core of Disruption, the latest album from Brazilian brutal death metallers Lacerated And Carbonized, is offering anything openly new and ground breaking might be a hard sell but for uncompromising, refreshing, and imaginatively passionate thrilling metal it is an easy persuasion, especially when the release rampages so contagiously and skilfully through the ear. Receiving its re-release through Mulligore Production in North America and worldwide on line, it is a masterful and exhilarating rampage of ravenous and captivating aural hostility, and one album all metalheads should make an  engagement with.

Hailing from Rio de Janeiro, the quartet of vocalist Jonathan Cruz, guitarist Caio Mendonça, bassist Paulo Doc, and drummer Victor Mendonça formed in 2006. Their debut album Homicidal Rapture received strong reception and critical acclaim at home upon release in 2011 whilst opening up attention much further afield. The band followed up its success with a successful South-American tour which took in Chile, Ecuador, Colombia, Bolivia and Peru, and many festival appearances in Brazil which led the band to share stages with the likes of Sepultura, Mayhem, Belphegor and Immolation. 2012 was an even more impressive and major year for Lacerated And Carbonized, an extensive European tour alongside Vile and numerous festivals again propelling the band name in the awareness of the world. With the added attraction of guest appearances of Felipe Chehuan and Max Moraes from Confronto, Eregion of Unearthly, and Guilherme Sevens out of Painside, helping to light up the release, The Core of Disruption is the key to greater things on both sides of the big pond and elsewhere such its might and metallic prowess.

The album explodes from the blocks with L.A.C., a track that bombards the ear with crippling rhythms and discourteous riffs ridden by 166788_497922280243830_2081622728_nthe guttural malevolence of Cruz. It is a ferocious introduction to the album, the guitar of Caio as abrasive and confrontational as it is melodically tempting whilst the storming assault of Doc and especially Victor irrepressible and brutal. A towering provocation to not only awaken the senses but badger them into submission it is eagerly followed by Third World Slavery; another avalanche of drum abuse and vicious riffing that bruises, wounds, and ignites the passions. As emerges in most songs there is an underlying groove and array of sinew clad hooks that simply dig deep into the appetite whilst Victor just commands and drives each song with one of the best drum displays to be heard this year. Assisted by the equally impressive guitar skill and invention of Caio it makes for a riveting experience and pleasure.

The predacious Awake The Thirst with its exhausting rabidity to energy and intent continues the excellent start whilst its successor O Ódio e o Caos raises the temperature with a more purposeful yet no less rapacious weave of sonic narrative and melodic enterprise accompanied by a wider range of great and welcome vocal delivery. Totally immersed in their intensive tempest of malevolence and accomplished craft, the band rises to a new stature with the outstanding Unnatural Aggression, a carnivorous fury of again destructive rhythmic sculpting and passion dripping vocal animosity speared by delicious guitar design, and the smouldering beauty of The Candelária Massacre, a song merging melodic elegance and native mystique with voracious intensity and as now expected electric drumming.

Through the barbarous BloodDawn, another major highlight of the album with its twisting and impatiently hungry imagination, and the bordering on schizophrenic Call For Blood things just get stronger and epidemically addictive, band and record exploring new discovered heights whilst Final Enclosure confirms the elevation with another brawl of uncivil but dexterous artistry.

The stunning and beautiful brief instrumental Corrupt Foundations leads into closing song System Torn Apart, a final tsunami of annihilatory rhythms, sonic blazes, and infernal riffing led to the psyche by the fine ruinous vocals of Cruz. It is a terrific end to an immense slab of esurient metal, and for many one suspects the start of an incorruptible friendship. A big step in their ascent you can only see Lacerated and Carbonized moving on to rise to major player contender in the future.


RingMaster 13/08/2013

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