I’ll Eat Your Face: Hot Brains Terror

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Just the title Hot Brains Terror alone had anticipation firing on all cylinders as the latest album from Irish metallers I’ll Eat Your Face lay waiting to be investigated. It ignited hopes of a sonic creature feature type release, an album casting horror soaked manipulative fingers upon the psyche and it did not disappoint though it exceeding all wishes with its sensational  encounter. The album from the Cork duo is a delicious creative incursion upon the senses which fires up a furnace of passion towards its startling sounds.

Released on Grindscene Records, Hot Brains Terror is the second album from the band and an insatiable corrosive triumph of grindcore or as the band self declare “supergrind”. It employs extra noise, psyche additives, and more to bring a unique and explosive collection of tracks, each stirring up hunger and unbridled enthusiasm for more and more.  Consisting of guitarist The BOY and drummer Barrytron, the release is made up of nine rabid raptorial instrumentals gripping and twisting thoughts and senses out of shape whilst thrilling them with glorious corruptive sonic imagination. Formed in 2006, I’ll Eat Your Face has earned strong acclaim through numerous split, EPs and releases reaching a pinnacle with previous album Irritant. The new album is another step up in quality and sound which you can only imagine the attention and acclaim around it imitating.

The first thrill is opener Weasel Tank Slime, the track emerging from a swamp ambience to unleash badgering rhythms and psychotic sonic teases from the guitars. It is a schizophrenic joy which in its slightly longer than a minute presence is too short such the pleasure given, though the band takes no time in bringing an equal contagion to the ear with Acid Worm Monsoon. This track is a caustic dance with the senses driven by ravenous snarling riffs within scorching sonic fires and seeping smouldering melodic glaze, and stunning

As the likes of the insidiously shadowed Brainwolf: Revenge of the Priest which just demands ardour with its irresistible playful groove within the corruptive dark of the song, Drowning Dogs in a Swamp with a presence and energy as unpredictable and intimidating as the sounds it uses to subjugate the heart, and the blackened  Enslaved by the Prawnmaster grip with inventive and boundary stretching enterprise, the album elevates itself to what one can only declare as classic status. It would have taken a car crash of a second half to knock the release from this early pedestal and of course that was never going to happen.

Reverse Eagle Embeastment is a perpetual swash of acidic light and magnetic brilliance from both members of the band, the rhythms a crusading adventure within the blustery sonic squalls of the guitar, and a glorious union. The majority of the pieces are short which ensures tracks never come near to over staying their welcome though arguably they also depart too soon. It is certainly not a negative though just evidence of how greedy and devoted to the immense creativity and unpredictability to each song one becomes.

The album is completed by the excellent track The Eels of Love Lake, the even more outstanding Castle of Vomiting Owls, and the titan of a closer Forever Sealed in the Electric Brains’ Melting Slug-Ray. Again each song shows the impressive diversity across the album leaving one breathless and basking in their challenging and enthralling imagination. The first of the final trio is an incessant hypnotic layering of serpentine textures alongside niggling sonic rubs which just leaves one transfixed whilst the second gnaws away at the senses, tearing their surface asunder though not before luring one in with seductive melodies and soothing caresses. Now deeply tucking into its victim the track further lashes the remnants with spiteful groove laces for a totally bewitching experience.

      Forever Sealed in the Electric Brains’ Melting Slug-Ray closes the album with a final disturbing nightmare complete with bedlam screams and primal carnage masquerading as riffs. It is a mighty end to an equally immense album. Certainly a release for fans of bands like Pig Destroyer, Cephalic Carnage, and Devilman, Hot Brains Terror stands as the best instrumental album of the year alongside 7th Direction from Stinking Lizaveta, and to the fore of all releases.

http://www.ill-eat-your-face.com/

RingMaster 11/12/2012

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Stinking Lizaveta: 7th Direction

US instrumental rock band Stinking Lizaveta have returned with an album in 7th Direction, which is arguably the best instrumental release in a very long time and is easily one of the best albums to be unleashed this year if not the very best. It is magnificent, a masterful vision of imagination, artistry, and storytelling. It is a collection of pieces which tell tales, but your tales, the band offering all the tools and emotions along with an irresistible invitation to write your own script, 7th Direction the perfect vibrant and inciteful canvas of sound and evocation to individual visions.

This their seventh album, follows on from the acclaimed Sacrifice and Bliss of 2009, though all their releases since forming in 1994 have generated an eagerly growing respect and following. Formed by then partners, guitarist Yanni Papadopoulos and drummer Cheshire Agusta, in the basements of West Philadelphia, the pair soon enlisted Alexi, the brother of Yanni, on upright electric bass. Together the trio have created, conjured, spawn, call it what you will such the uniqueness of their sound, a mesmeric and provocative blend of rock, fusing everything from classic, stoner and punk rock to jazz, progressive rock, heavy metal, and so much more. The years have seen them sharing stages with bands such as Corrosion of Conformity, Clutch, Rollins Band, Fugazi, Zeni Geva, Today Is The Day, Weedeater, Hidden Hand, Don Vito, Antikaroshi, End of Level Boss, and Beehoover with each undoubtedly being given a run for their money.

7th Direction is an album which takes infectiousness into addiction status and plays thoughts and emotions like a harp, gently provoking and stroking but at times twanging them for near orgasmic responses. The band writes music which is so fluid it feels like it is simply on the spur of the moment composing, the tracks organic and instinctive as they tease and ignite total captivation. They are also perfectly formed, compact or expansive when the time is right without any unnecessary flamboyance or indulgence at any point. Each song has a facet which is sirenesque whether the flaming guitar invention of Yanni, the heart firing bass strokes of Alexi, or the minimal yet expressive and relentless rhythms of Cheshire, though generally it is all three at the same time, their union a delicious and stirring feast to devour greedily.

    Stinking Lizaveta open the release with the title track and immediately has the passions swelling with its thumping build to an opening crescendo…which is basically the whole song though they repeat the climb a few times to get the juices flowing first. In to its stride or rather emotive sci-fi/noir stroll, the track pulsates with a melodic shimmering which blisters the air on touch alongside the watching basslines and cagey rhythms. It is stunning, a thing of beauty speared with burning flashes of impassioned guitar and tension raising climbs once again.

From the opener alone one would be shouting from the rooftops about the release but this is just the beginning and things just sizzle and brand new memories into the mind track by track. The likes of the following View From The Moon, a heated journey through celestial atmospheres, and the evolving Moral Hazard leave one gasping in pleasure and hunger for more. The first transports one to the theme of the title and easily would make the perfect soundtrack to seventies TV shows like Space 1999 or UFO, without diminishing the quality and stature of the piece. The second is a crumbling upon the senses its flight twisting into a schizophrenic squeal through sonic fires.

Every track deserves a mention but the greatest personal highlights come with the kinetic fury of Dark Matter, a song where shadows and incendiary energies crash and burn whilst a dark snarl prowls as overlord, the hypnotic aural puppeteer that is Z which has limbs and feelings dancing a satanic tune, and One To The Head, another track to fire up every one of the senses with its moody bass tones, tingling beats, and electrifying sonics. Oh there is also the unbelievably magnetic Ten Thousand Hours, a piece which beckons and seduces with a kaleidoscope of persuasive melodic caresses, sonic kisses, and rhythmic wonder.

To say 7th Direction is brilliant seems an understatement, the songs mentioned and every one of the six not covered simply ingenuity from the deepest well, it is that good. Stinking Lizaveta show they are still the true heart and leaders of rock n roll and if after this album there are still those unknowing or disbelieving there is no justice in music for sure.

http://www.stinkinglizaveta.com/

Ringmaster 17/09/2012

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