Heavy Blog Staff’s Top Ten Albums of 2017

Our staff has shifted quite a bit since we posted our first aggregate AOTY list back in 2014. From refocusing our content to implementing The Brooklyn Plan™ to publishing our 2017 AOTY list, our roster of contributors has fluctuated substantially in terms of numbers and genre preferences. This ebb and flow…

Calligram – Askesis

Stop paying attention for a minute and a slew of underground acts with immense talent will pass by. There’s just a lot of music out there. Obviously. When Basick Records pulled the pin on Askesis, the label debut of multi-nation marauding powerhouse Calligram, they dug deep into the ground, wrenching…

Grind My Gears – Posers Inc. and Grind Against Trump

This edition of Grind My Gears belongs to an upcoming compilation with a more than deliberate message. A glance at the artwork should give you a clue as to what that message is. Some publications and blogs keep their cards pretty close to their chest when it comes to the burning issue of the day. We don’t. That’s why I’m using my space here to help promote an upcoming compilation from newly founded label Posers Inc. Grind Against Trump won’t solve any of these issues overnight but it’s a start. This compilation of grind, violence and ‘core stands for something when most are content with simply sitting and playing the voyeur. Organiser and label founder Benjamin James took some time out from his day to day life to answer a few questions about the compilation, who it will benefit and why it is a necessary step.

Sunlight’s Bane – The Blackest Volume: Like All The Earth Was Buried

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.