“Blackgaze” is now a thing. It’s been confirmed. Just don’t use Deafheaven as the only example. Any new genre needs new blood to keep the momentum high and, though they may not sit perfectly within the designated safety lines, Ruetz are the blackened torch bearers this slightly kooky movement needs. Blackened hardcore when the hardcore needs to be blackened and post-gaze enough to keep the indie kids tapping brown leather shoes to the beat, debut salvo Melanoma stares at it’s trotters long enough to be a gaze. Thankfully, the gaze is short lived and the fun parts move firmly to front of stage.
These posts are written by: Matt MacLennan
2016 grindcore spilled out into the world like creeping, black tar; ’twas quite simply a fantastic year for fans of d-beats, politically infused lyrical batterings and buzzsaw guitar tones. Fantastic stuff for all who proudly slave to the grind. This year now has a lot to live up to, and Relapse have readied the rest of the crowd with the debut full length from The Drip. The Haunting Fear Of Inevitability might be this act’s first full length but it is far from their first musical offering; eagle eyed readers will remember A Presentation Of Gruesome Poetics. Are the d-beats still full of D? Is the crust as fuzzy as ever? Is it inevitable that there is a third question here?
Blackened hardcore is the pumpkin spiced coffee of extreme music. It’s seasonal and has become evocative of a movement, much like the over priced, sickly sweet beverage. Unfortunately, much like coffee fanatics, extreme music nuts don’t all band round blackened hardcore with the gusto they might display for say, post black metal. “It’s too obvious”, “it’s too derivative”, they may cry. Well, fuck ’em. If one cannot appreciate a twisted, cutting dose of blasts and low register riffs then one can go fornicate with their own damn self. And so there is Sunlight’s Bane: the antidote for seasonal commercialism and everything else probably wrong with the world.
It’s been a hot minute since we heard anything from Devil Sold His Soul, the UK’s master of popping out…
Aside from being a cool title, this feature is really dependent on a band actually having a Bandcamp account. Nowadays, if a band doesn’t have releases streaming on this platform, I might ignore them completely. That’s just how it works. You get used to the layout and ease of something, then anything else seems just meh. But I digress. Back once again with some of the best and most bludgeon(ish) bands releases streaming through Bandcamp right now, I bring you not one, but two British acts laying the smacketh down. Each in their own charming manner.
Every year there are albums on end of year lists that I read about, hovered over, played one track and…
The melting pot of musical inspiration that is Umea in Sweden is one of the hottest around. Cult Of Luna will forever prop up piles of history with their unique experiments in metal and story telling. They whet just about every appetite out there with their sonic musings. Moloken make music that branches of from Cult Of Luna’s inspiration itself. Taking a new form and leaning harder on more primal urges and feelings, their brand is thick and somber… but expansive and foreboding too.
When we premiered the video for “Beginning of the End”, we helped showcase a drifting, bittersweet musical piece. One that was a chillingly perfect finale to All Is Left To See. The album itself is it’s own entity comprised of twisting, turning pieces. Curiousity got the better of us and we had to ask the band themselves just what kind of inspirations took them to this point, musically.
For all of it’s misgivings and basic fuckery, 2016 has been kind to fans of extreme music. Whatever the fetish, lovers of heavy/nasty/fast/loud shit have been utterly spoiled with grind, doom, sludge and death. Everything in between too. Nihilism, the second full length from Dutch party violence posse Teethgrinder, doesn’t necessarily sit well in any of these genres because it flirts and fucks with them all. No avant-garde, no gimmicky frills and no masters. Falling just short of the best of the year because of individual hair splitting sessions doesn’t mean this isn’t a fantastic outburst of angry, rasping noise.
“GET OUT OF MY HEAD”
…and so begins the long overdue fifth record from one Ion Dissonance.