It’s fuckin’ Bongripper. Doing two tracks across 40 minutes. Called ‘Slow’ and ‘Death.’ It is pretty much as you expect.
There’s no point reading my review: just listen to the fuckin’ thing already.
Back in May I blagged a wristband and a bed to crash in to cover the Cardiff Psych & Noise fest for Echoes & Dust, featuring some amazing bands in a few of my favourite Cardiff haunts. I wrote a preview and review I forgot to put up here. They can be found here:
If they do it again next year you should be there. It’s kind of majestic.
After several releases of lengthy, heavy chamber metal pieces featuring a dazzling array of talent from all over the musical spectrum Wrekmeister Harmonies strip back to basics for their latest album The Alone Rush. The results see them playing hard against their own strengths, with unfortunately predictable results.
Spoken word artist Matt Finney, industrial noise wizard Austin Gaines and synth-shaman Jeff McLeod combine to conjure up sonic demons on one of the most disturbing records you’re likely to hear.
Ontario doom/sludge/noise mongers Vile Creature are among the most promising acts in the genre at the moment, combining pleasingly think riffery with the kind of ambition and creativity the genre is sorely lacking. Their new record is a sci-fi concept album complete with an accompanying short story, the work of a band aiming for the stars even though their engines aren’t quite up to the task of getting them there just yet.
Some traditions have been with us so long that it seems blasphemous to even consider not to follow them – if such a consideration should even occur. The Christmas period is rife with them, a minefield of time honoured rituals that simply must be followed. And so, much like turkey for xmas dinner or arguing whether Die Hard qualifies as an xmas film, we must distill our years music listening into list form and parade it in front of other list makers who can barely hide their boredom at reading Yet Another List.
Ore is a ‘tuba doom’ album. Which sounds ludicrous, and thankfully the label doesn’t nearly do it justice – half an intimate, solo meditation on loss from sole member Sam Underwood, playing tuba and accompanying himself with such lo-fi things as drumming on Ikea shelves, half a series of frequently surprising collaborations with a variety of different instrumentalists, Belatedly is a tricky record to categorise. But whatever you want to call it it’s a gem of a record.