Friday, April 1, 2011
More overlooked Italian hardcore from 1994. Concrete offer up some really well-written chunky hardcore with melodic flourishes. Don't let the shouty vocals or the often thrown around "90's screamo" tag fool you, this is much more fatalistic and interesting than other similar sounding bands.
Ripped at 320 kbps
Concrete - Patior Ergo Sum
Note: After realizing how bad the sound quality was on the Headsman post, I ripped the LP again with much better results. It turns out that I had the volume on my record player turned up, resulting in over-loudness and staticy clipping. Delete those old files and download the new version, it sounds waaaay better. I have replaced the link on that entry.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
For the first time ever on the information superhighway, I give you Italy's foray into the cold, brooding sounds popularized by the likes of Ironside... But unlike Ironside, these guys were able to put out a full length album. After the requisite ominous intro track, we are bombarded with "Morning," which sets the tone for the remainder of the LP. Unlike most bands that play (and play into) this loosely defined style, Headsman didn't sound like some half-assed high school band covering metal songs. The riffs tread at midtempo like some unhinged, malevolent take on Judge as the vocalist belts out a performance so purely gutteral that that very descriptor seems redundant and tame in comparison to his grated howlings. But despite the visceral sounds contained herein, for me, the uniformly lurching pace also gives it a certain contemplative quality. It was the perfect soundtrack for a recent gray morning spent drinking coffee and petting a cat.
Ripped at 320 kbps using the most primitive analog system possible. (New link as of 4/1 with a better sounding rip. If you downloaded the old .rar, delete that shit and get this one)
Headsman - ...The Morning
EDIT: Also, I realize shit's been slow on here lately. It's been because I've been lazy about learning how to rip records. Now that I know, I'm going to be putting a lot of hard to find shit on here in the coming days and weeks. Stay posted!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
So trying to find out anything regarding HATE CREW (what a name!) on the internet will only lead you to an infinite number of CHILDREN OF BODOM fan pages, and a few write ups on a blog about a long defunct art collective from Belgium (where this band was from). So I guess they didn't make the biggest impact in the world. Who gives a shit? As Royce da 5'9" says, "the real will cop it." Because the obvious comparisons don't do the passion of this music justice, I'll just say that this this is what you'd get if you could condense some of the best electric knuckledragging music of the 80's into one little rock of heavenly stupidity. Case in point, the Celtic Frost breakdown that serves as the chorus for the title track, which otherwise blazes along with a speedy, mainlined hardcore riff. Just one thing that makes this so good. Along with the muddy production. And the singer who sounds KINDA like Roger Miret. Suspicions of a Crumbsuckers influence are confirmed by the fact that side A closes with an instrumental. If you like those old late 80's NYHC demos for anything more than ever-elusive "scene cred," then you will like this. Plus, they had better facial hair than all those mongoloids.
"Do I have to kill somebody to tell him how I feel?"
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Genocide play epic old school metal. I guess the closest comparison is Mercyful Fate, but I find myself listening to this album way more than that band. There is definitely some well-executed wankery (a ballad and an acoustic instrumental)... But then you've got hard stuff like "Doomsday," "Last Confusion," and the first two songs on side B. It all builds up to a glorious climax: "Living Legend." This one alone is worth an entire album of acoustic instrumentals. It is seriously one of the heaviest songs ever written, grinding away at mid-tempo until a solo gives way to a doom part that bludgeons like Pentagram. The theatrical vocals would be overbearing if they weren't so evil sounding.
I am guessing the rip I downloaded (which has been going around forever) is the new remastered re-release that seems so readily available around the internet. Tell me if it sounds good... If it doesn't, look for a cheap copy of the original.
Monday, January 17, 2011
I am jacking these tracks from Am I Mean, a blog ran by a guy who roadied for this band when they were around. I found this 10" for 4 bucks recently, and have since been playing it a lot. Nothing on this is really groundbreaking, but it is hardly generic. If 90's hardcore wasn't mostly garbage (see my entry on TOETAG), they would be generic. Alas, find another band that collided such streamlined, heavy power chord riffs with breakdowns that were heavy as shit without being drawn out or "epic" (in fact, many of them constitute what some idiot assholes might call a "TWO STEP" part). It sounds like a Discharge/Broken Bones worshiping band (of the 90's variety, ala State of Fear) that integrated their favorite NYHC parts without creating a gimmicky or convoluted end result.
Revenge - 10"
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Reviewing a Slang record kind of misses the point. They have been playing hardcore for over 20 years. Unlike most bands that have been around that long, they are as good as ever, if not better. What makes them stand out to me is their precise approach to the simplistic. Most bands that do the Discharge thing only have one of those qualities. Slang bring both in spades and even throw in a few curve balls (time changes, riff change ups) without ever being "metal." So what sets this apart from "The Immortal Sin?" Not much, but there are some differences. The production is really blown out but thankfully they keep the distortion levels down so that everything is clear. There are also more hulking mid-tempo parts than ever.
As I said, reviewing a record like this kind of misses the point. When the name of your record is "Life Made Me Hardcore" and the cover is a skull sword shield thing, you are wearing your sound on your sleeve. In some ways, I think Slang are a little too good for such obviousness, but I also think that if anyone has earned the right to be so obvious, it's them. Maybe I'm making excuses because in America the only bands that wave banners like that are bad fucking jokes taking part in some weird modern teddy boy charade.