Black Sachbak – No Pay No Gain

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Strapping on a tank full of punk to their trash fuelled juggernaut of sound, Israeli metallers Black Sachbak is one of those wonderfully intrusive treats which it is impossible not to develop a lustful hunger for. Theirs is thrash metal at its most mischievous and antagonistic, a sound which most likely along with the band’s antics and attitude has led them to earn the title of or make a self-declaration that they are “the most hated band in Israel!”

Imagine the devilish thrash ferocity of Municipal Waste with the hardcore flavoured metal viciousness of Suicidal Tendencies and the punk hostility of Biohazard, and you get somewhere around the uncompromising onslaughts of Black Sachbak. The Petah Tiqua hailing and 2010 formed quartet offers a warped uniqueness which given the chance is a seriously rewarding and impressive bitch slap to ears and senses. Though originally released last year, No Pay No Gain, the band’s debut album was re-released recently through Stormspell Records on CD and Tridroid Records on cassette. It has given the world another opportunity to discover a thoroughly compelling band, one certainly all thrash fans should seize with both hands.

No Pay No Gain takes barely seconds to induce full attention with an extra lick of the lips as the opening rock ‘n’ roll fanfare of Haircut I Never Got sets the fury in motion. Swiftly heavy handed thumps of beats from drummer Noam Chizo Salingre descend on the senses alongside the gruff vocal resourcefulness of vocalist Eliran Balely. Their potent bait is enhanced by the sonic endeavour from the guitar of Dor HaShamen Plaut and the meaty bass prods of Lidor Sharaby. It is a demanding entrance which just as forcibly twists into a heavy striding ferocity, riffs and rhythms almost goading ears and vocals. It is a glorious rage which is unafraid to juggle the pace of its attack and throw some wrong-footing twists into its tempestuous presence.

The outstanding start is followed by the slightly less astounding force of The IMF. It is only a dip because of the brilliance of its predecessor, the track a raucous brawl of compelling riffs and antagonistic beats speared by a virulently contagious groove. Also loaded with excellent guitar craft and enterprise with a sweet solo, the track provides another rugged inescapable trap for the passions before making way for the brief punk assault of Dubstep Sucks. Picking on the target in its title, the track roars and snarls with sonic hostility and vocal unpredictability to provide three highlights out of three for the album.

Both Marx Was Right and Beer Law keep the levels high and appetite greedy, the first flying from the traps with voracious riffs and similarly greedy rhythms ridden by the lyrically caustic and vocally savage tones of Balely. As anthemic as they come on the album, the song flirts with and barracks ears from start to finish with prime thrash ferocity equipped with a healthy strain of punk and heavy metal tenacity. Its successor provides more of the same but also takes a slower, at times stalking approach to ears. Riffs gnaw feverishly on the senses throughout whilst rhythms swing with unbridled sinews but in other moments both shift almost 180 degrees in their attack to again bring an intriguing turn of events.

     Next comes a cover of a song by an Israeli artist called Tamir Gal. Having no idea of its creator or the original, it is still safe to say that Black Sachbak has pillaged, maimed, and reinvented Soher in their own chaotic likeness. The track is pure bedlam, vocals deranged and sound disturbed into a sonic haze so that it is hard to know how to take the track. Yet it brings a broad satisfied smile before the excellent Capitalist Zombies goes for the jugular. It is a wonderful irritant, riffs and beats a hellacious ravaging whilst singular and group vocals rouse and graze the passions eagerly. Punk thrash at its best, the track is another insatiable slab of irresistible toxic and thrilling creative rabidity.

A matching blaze of voracity drives Fuck Your Law, a torrent of anger drenched vocals and riffs emulated in spite by the hostile swing of beats. Short and to the point, the track blisters ears and psyche before TV unleashes its infectious and malicious frenzy. Spiked with stabs of delicious grooves and hordes of addictive riffs, the track is a stormy treat which seduces as it batters, leaving the listener sore but blissful. Its certain triumph leads to the closing Smoke Hash, a final blitz which evolves into a scorching haze of heavy metal prowess and thrash savagery.

It is a great end to No Pay No Gain, which itself is the entrance into an exciting proposition in Black Sachbak, who surely will not be for much longer a secret to the thrash scene. The band and associated labels have given us all another chance to get in at the ground floor on their rise with No Pay No Gain; it would be rude not to take a look.

No Pay No Gain is available now via Stormspell and Tridroid Records, and @ https://blacksachbak1.bandcamp.com/album/no-pay-no-gain-3

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Machine Rox – Next Level

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British industrial metallers Machine Rox has never been a slouch in stirring up ears and emotions with its fiery and rapacious energy and imagination, but the London quartet has found a new covetous creative tenacity to consume the senses with new album Next Level. As its title declares, the eleven track adventure sees the band rise to a new plateau in songwriting, sound, and sheer contagious enterprise. Not exactly a game changer but an encounter to set a fierce new blaze within the landscape of industrial and electro rock, Next Level is a gripping and feistily enjoyable rampage.

Originally formed by musician/songwriter Richard K as a solo project in 2007, Machine Rox has evolved into a full line-up consisting of guitarist Val Oproiu, drummer Nuj Farrow, and Aga on keys and vocals alongside vocalist/bassist/ programmer Richard K. Employing his experiences in bands like industrial metallers Meat Machine and Global Noise Attack, and in the sharing of stages with the likes of Rammstein, Napalm Death, and Covenant, Richard after some time away from music began exploring a merger of metal and electro rock in his band’s emerging sound. It is a journey which has intensified and grown with accompanying acclaim through releases such as the Activate Your Anger EP and debut album Shout, both in 2013. Last year also saw the release of the more metal infused Intox EP, a tasty hint of the exploits to be found on Next Level, though to be fair the band’s electro and industrial side is as vocal and potently evolved on the album.

The album flirts with ears straight away through the opening crystalline electro coaxing of Lost My Mind. The first track takes little time to flex its muscles and intensity though, sinew packed riffs and rhythmic teasing combining to challenge and ignite the senses as the vocals of Richard K similarly work on thoughts with his raw expression. The electronic lure of the track provides a contagious enterprise whilst the muscular strength of the song and the vocal bait adds anthemic essences, it all adding up to a riveting and impressive start.

The melodic Front Line Assembly meets Ghost In the Static feel of the song is replaced by the more caustic breath and ferocity of Love Explosion, KMFDM and Godflesh coming to mind though as with all songs the finished recipe is all a2738925395_2Machine Rox. The second track also unleashes an insatiable energy and charge to its pulsating persuasion, synths swirling feistily around the senses whilst guitars and beats cast a heavier and darker confrontation in the relentlessly infectious endeavour. With a glorious solo adding to the proposition, the song continues the outstanding start to the release and is immediately emulated by the heavy and catchy swing of Losers In Your Game. A Marilyn Manson-esque swagger fuels carnivorous riffs and eager rhythms whilst vocally Richard K prowls ears with a provocative narrative cast by his distinctive tones, the mix another slab of inescapable virulence.

Next Level is an album which holds a greater diversity than any Machine Rox release to date, the following warm mellow embrace of Electric Sun one example of the different sides to the character of the album. It is a melodic and seductive smouldering reminding of fellow Brits MiXE1, but also a song unafraid to spread a rawer climate across its sultry canvas; keys and guitars merging extremes for a heat wave of evocative and imaginative adventure.

Both Illusion and Cycle Complete keep body and emotions aflame, the first a bubbling yet bordering on corrosive devilry gaining swift enslavement of feet and imagination, whilst the second has a sinister edge to its imposing presence and electronic fascination. A throaty bass flavouring adds to the song’s drama, its weave of noir kissed shadows soaking the otherwise magnetically fiery track driven by vibrant electronics, heavy metallic riffery, and enticing vocals of Richard and Aga. Though neither song quite finds the plateau of their predecessors, both leave an already hungry appetite greedier before making way for the bewitching instrumental Last Kamikaze. Keys and guitars entwine with melodic beauty whilst the electronic atmosphere of the track provides a mesmeric soundscape for thoughts to drift into their own adventure through. There is also a sterner intimidation offered by slow but voracious riffery, again a blend which results in a stunning incitement for ears and emotions.

The aggressive yet welcoming presence of Breathe Again comes next, its striking metal seeded attack and rabid toxicity instantly contagious as a spice reminding of Gravity Kills and Die Krupps shows itself. Another scorching solo from Val Oproiu lights the exciting and scintillating tempest, its impressive offering contrasted and matched by My Own Religion as a resonating electro temptation swallows the senses to breed a similar weighty enticement as its predecessor. Only nailed to the floor feet could resist its enthralling call whilst the raw glaze to the vocals and the scything guitar invention gives the rest of the body a welcome work over. The two songs show another twist in the nature of the album but each slightly pales against the might of Mind Game. It is a thunderous provocation, rhythms and riffs the heaviest on the album and melodies the most acidic as it evolves into an irresistible almost savage stomp which leaves thoughts and lungs breathless.

The album closes with You Belong To Me, itself another slab of industrial metal loaded with creative voracity and uncompromising attitude within heavyweight infectiousness. It is a thrilling end to an enthralling and rigorously compelling album. Next Level is without doubt Machine Rox at their most potent and thrilling yet, the start of a new adventure which should push the band into a new and greedy industrial /electronic spotlight.

Next Level is available now @ http://machinerox.bandcamp.com/album/next-level

Be sure to catch Machine Rox at the DARK7 festival at The Electrowerkz, London on October 11th

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Mechatronic – Dystopia

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Though it might not be setting a blaze of originality, Dystopia the new album from Swedish synth pop band Mechatronic, is a rather charming and enjoyable encounter. It makes no demands and does not really stretch senses and imagination but the twelve- track release does offer a contagious embrace to make a very satisfying forty five minutes or so in its company.

Formed in 2002, Mechatronic consists of Wilhelm Äretun (vocals/programming) and Emma Hortlund (lyrics/synthesizers). Already under their belt the Uppsala duo has a couple of well-received albums in the shape of Promises From the Past and Dreams, of 2003 and 2012 respectively. Uniting synth and future pop into a brew which is as nostalgic as it is fresh, the band is now poised to work on feet and imagination, not forgetting attention, with the Space Race Records released Dystopia.

The album swiftly embraces ears and thoughts with opener Falling Apart, its atmospheric coaxing offering a chilled John Foxx enticing and very early Ministry like presence. The plain yet alluring vocals of Äretun add another enticing element to the start of the song, his tones flourishing further with the subsequent harmonies and energy the singer infuses into his delivery. With the synths shimmering vivaciously as they radiate infectiousness, the track leads the listener into a minimalistic but seriously catchy proposition which does not startle but certainly lights up a keen appetite for it and the album.

The strong start is easily surpassed by the following pair of Endless Search for Something and Don’t Bother to Knock. The first of the two songs strides with contagious manner and enterprise, electronic hooks and tantalising melodies enslaving the imagination whilst the vocals and their unfussy lyrics easily induce participation from its recipient. An enticing eighties breath again washes ears with elements of bands like Blancmange and Depeche Mode spicing up the temptation impressively laid down, an open familiarity enveloped with Mechatronic’s own invention to provide a riveting treat. Its successor brings a darker and more intensive weave of sound which comes wrapped in an elegant ambience of evocative melodies which swarm tenderly and provocatively over the senses. Once again, as with all tracks upon Dystopia, there is infectiousness to the song which makes a physical and emotional engagement with its magnetic persuasion very simple.

The title track comes next with an industrial seeded chill to its intriguing almost sinister aural narrative. This of course comes with another healthy dose of addictive hooks and sonic tempting which just adds to the fascinating texture and tapestry of the song. It is a potent mix of shadows and light, though for personal tastes it does not explore its darkest elements as deeply as wished, preferring to stay within the energetic pop invention of the band. It is nevertheless another twist in the presence of the release, as is Niagara, a flowing electronic waltz smothering ears is a warm and rapturous seduction. It is not the quickest persuasion on the album but turns out to be one of the most lingering and ultimately enthralling with thoughts and emotions.

Trapped in a Nightmare is another encounter to walk rich shadows musically and lyrically, a tempestuous atmosphere challenging the melodic flames glowing beneath. The song is a captivating proposal but lacks the spark and virulence of earlier songs. It still brings something inviting to the album though before the drama and intrigue of Sinister expands across the senses, its aspects living up to its name. There is a cinematic quality to the track, closing eyes bringing visions of black and white scenery around lone and lonely figures walking empty streets emotionally and physically, before a dead world erupts around them.

Across the sultry ambience and intimate emotions of Beyond the Silence and the exotically charming Broken Promises, band and album ignite a fresh wave of pleasure. The first is a sweeping seducing of picturesque melodies and suggestive sonic hues whilst the second dances with masterful simplicity and ridiculously captivating hooks. It is an outstanding romp which like the album is not trying to reinvent the scene but just give it a refreshing and joyful injection of fun. The same can be said of the next up Vicious Words, though despite being an accomplished and potently satisfying companion, it leaves no lasting impression unlike its persistent predecessor.

The album is completed by the electro pop flirtation of This Moment, a decent enough ear appeasing suasion, and the dystopian landscape of the predominantly instrumental Dying Together Isn’t Going to Solve Anything. Without setting fires, both make a fine end to an impressively engaging proposition. Dystopia is not without niggles, the over familiarity of some songs to supposed influences and between themselves the strongest question to cast over it, but Mechatronic tenaciously succeed with the self-same songs through their irrepressible contagion and melodic invention. It makes for an easy going and rewarding encounter which will successfully light up any day.

Dystopia is available now from Space Race Records @ http://www.poponaut.de/mechatronic-dystopia-p-13266.html?osCsid=9967e8061365165712433db6cdfea4cc

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