(Words by Griefmonger) I’m a prissy fuck. I thought this would be a straightforward shit-shoot. And I was wrong. We have got at least 15-17 mins of engaging music (and vocals may I add), although I dare you to try and make it to 20 mins without getting diabetes, which is when it becomes a shitestorm of Trivium, Metallica, Hatebreed and Alice in Chains. There is no amount of nonsense or high end guitar that stop your riffs sounding like Bon Jovi. There are a couple of blast beats, though. After this point I think that they are just trying to be clever (and failing, where many other bands have). You know where other bands do a keyboard or flute on a track? These guys make that a full track. I’m gonna try and be positive by saying that they have a couple of riffs that are supposed to be low key intros but I’m trying to justify a band that has big bucks behind them and are trying to sound like Alice in Chains when they where meaningful yet end up sounding like Trivium (who in turn are trying to sound like Metallica who are in turn also trying to sound like Metallica). I might be a bit biased as I like depressive suicidal black metal, but never have I listened to an album that made me want to kill myself more than this one.
(Guest Revievv Invokked by Griefmonger on thy infernal date ov 27/02/2017) Polish Darkthrone if they were from Manchester. It’s good; there’s a nice mix of heavy and tremolo riffs with a production that you can hear, both without sounding polished or like it was recorded in your Nan’s shed. I like it. It’s not afraid to go slow and the vocals are just crossing the line of black from death. There’s a fine line. The UK black metal club scene sports a lot of bands who want to be Behemoth, but there is a lot of Darkthrone channeled here, as well as the death metal influence. Track five, “Nothing Awaits”, sums it up for me. There be a little bit of Carpathian Forest as well as the influences I aforementioned. All in all, a great album. Great band. I have seen them live (and under very difficult circumstances) deep in the valleys of South Wales and they nailed their set. CD is a nice cardboard gatefold; cool grey and black (fuck you Xerox), with cryptic artwork. I would have liked a lyric sheet, but that is always my bugbear. Go listen to the music, buy the t-shirt, fuck the girlfriends. Cool band.
(Words by Griefmonger, archivist of blackened aural misanthropies) A brutal black metal record? “What?” I hear you exclaim! “Warm bass and deep vocals?” Shock horror! What would seem at first as your average death metal chunk-and-stop evolves into a black death slugger quicker than water into good red wine. We have the drill of the tremolo layering the typical bellow and breakdown-friendly nod that what would normally be a staple of a death metal band. Sathamel build a song, but very quickly the meat of the mainstay is brought to bear. If you’re into frostbitten kingdoms, you’re not going to get it here; instead of hyperthermia, you’re going to get a baton of freshly smithed nails smashed into your head. Its more on the melodic side of British black metal, but its heavy as fuck. If these guys were born in Poland then they would be held aloft. (Early) Decapitated and Behemoth seem to be the influence. It would probably be a crime not to mention that there is a bit of Belphegor here too but without a lyric sheet I might be wrong…… Tracks that stand out are “Wingless”, “Abbadon” ( c’mon, a song about a deity that brings three versions of the bible into question can’t be bad) and “Eternal Hunters”. It is not to put into question the other three tracks, but like the songs themselves, these tracks are the ones that build the album into a crescendo. Just listen to it, okay! Witnessing them live also I can attribute the blood drenched image they use suites better than the crisp corpse paint. these guys will make you bang your head and none of that is lost on the recorded version. Also, the release is in a nice double cardboard sleeve (wish there was a lyric sheet though), and it has a chained up fat bird with her intestines and serpents bursting out of her so its fucking cool, alright? Look, listen and learn – there is a brutal black metal band (dare I say blackened death metal?) scene in the UK.
Grim, inappropriate, catchy and scathing – these are the first things that come to mind for describing Wolfbastard’s debut. Self-proclaimed as d-beat black metal, don’t expect later Darkthrone worship as this little 21:41 minutes of fuck you has more in common with Discharge-meets-Carpathian Forest than F.O.A.D. It’s a bastard (forgive the pun) of two thirds of blackened death Mancs Burial (more blackened nowadays). The first four tracks have a very grim feel and you can hear the black metal run true with a loose right hand, a fast d-beat and a scream that gives a little bit of a goat blood flavour. As for the rest of the album, you can hear where the cult live-gig-crowd are gonna chime in and fucking love it. From then on, you know: “Sick In The Bath”. “F.R.P.B” ( Fat Romanian Punch Bag anyone!?), “Fuck The Pope” and “Die Bastard Die” are going to be chanted live by those who have learned the chorus. There’s no lyric sheet, but there’s no need though, as you can hear the expletives and that’s all we need, right? It’s nasty, filthy and it shall appeal to crusties, black metal heads and some of the more extreme punk crowd alike. The artwork is pretty cool, too; buxom scarred beauties engaging in foreplay with wolves – what’s not to love? “Sick in the Bath”! You are all gonna be singing it sooner or later.