There’s a big list next to my mess of a desk, entitled ‘Bands To Write About, You Lazy Dick’, and right at the top, in red biro and circled is Corrupt Moral Altar. This Liverpudlian sludge quartet made some filthy waves with the release of their Whiskey Sierra EP last year, combining obscenely heavy riffs with a penchant for spontaneously tearing into vicious blastbeats and gang shouts. It’s heavy, it’s dark and it’s sludgy and now their brilliance has been noticed by none other than Season Of Mist.
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So, Red Fang have been a band to take things seriously, this is evident and smart people would agree. But I can’t say I was expecting this new playthrough video for ‘No Hope‘ that finds the band playing on a collection of ‘instruments’ including rubber chickens, crutches, Guitar Hero guitars and more. Just see it for yourself so you know I’m lying:
Arms of Tripoli
Dream in Tongues
01. Miniature Habitats
02. Velcro Thunder Fuck
03. Scraping Skies
04. Escalator Jazz
05. 10th Graders Forever
07. Snowed In
09. Ahs a Vahs a Vae
Arms of Tripoli are an instrumental band out of LA built from members of various other local instrumental bands. While its core group of five musicians is a constant, they also bring in others to create more of a rotating ensemble, each iteration with its own unique musical flavor. As would be expected from such a collective ethos, collaboration is at the heart of the music they write. That spirit of collaboration is hugely evident throughout their debut album, Dream in Tongues, and the result is a thoroughly thrilling record brimming with energy and ideas that might just be one of the most promising post-rock debuts in a while.
Until today I had no idea who The Drip were, but it didn’t take long after I pressed play on the below Soundcloud player for their new track ‘Rise to Failure‘ that I realized that they were going to ruin my life. In the best possible way, of course. Coming with a list of influences including Nasum, Napalm Death, and Rotten Sound and the fact that Relapse wanted them on their roster, there was no way this was going to be terrible.
I’ve always been partial to a bit of orthodox black metal. I’ve got my Peste Noire‘s mixed in with my Periphery‘s and my Transilvanian Hungers mixed in with my Tesseracts so I’m a pretty terrible fan when it comes to being a po-faced panda-painted warrior of the tr00, but I do try and keep an eye on the genre that has produced some of the most primally evocative and downright gruesome music around. But I don’t get many chances to write about it, even at my other usual haunts, so here’s a track that you could probably at least appreciate, even if you’re not normally a fan of this grim and frostbitten territory.
If you aren’t aware of Lesser Key, then you need to make sure you fix this as soon as possible. Featuring former Tool bassist Paul D’Amour, the band sounds like a killer mix of Tool, Deftones, and Karnivool — that whole cool proggy side of rock music we know you like so much. Their debut self-titled EP is due out next month and we’ve already heard the single upon their signing to Sumerian, but now we’ve got an extended teaser of the EP through samples of each track. Hear it below.
I’m still not sure on the typography of the band, so I’m going to bold all three variations of it; HARK, Hark and H A R K.
Regardless, we’ve teased a fair amount about HARK, the new purveyors of massive sludgy riffs, featuring Jimbob Isaac from Taint — but now you can see what all the hype is about for yourself as the band unveiled a full stream of the album late last night.
01. The Wrecking Ball Unchained
02. Shadow Deserts
03. Blood Maker
[Brutal Panda Records]
Encountering a wild animal, your breath catches in your throat. A million possibilities flash inside your head, racing to find the right reaction and save yourself. As the animal growls, you realize that now is not the time for decisions, but for guttural reaction. Your chest constricts painfully in anticipation. That constriction of your chest is Blood Maker by Wild Throne. It’s feral, primal and drips a strange, sexual magnetism. Relying on fuzzy guitars, bottomless bass, and frantic drums, Blood Maker reaches into your heart and gives it a rough, glorifying squeeze.