Showing posts with label crust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crust. Show all posts

Friday, August 21, 2009

Tacheless - Freiheit



Tacheless MySpace
Release: 2009
Label: Morlock Records
Release Type: CD

I had no expectations when I picked this up. My first impression was that everything must have fallen into place when these guys were in the studio. The production is quality, so you can crank it up without hearing a load of static. The sound guy gave each instrument plenty of room to breathe (which is fantastic because I am starting miss bass in extreme metal). And The end result is pure class - it's more what you'd expect from a big band on a major label.

In term of the music Tacheless sound like natural thrashers playing grind-influenced crust. Every self-respecting Chainsaw Justice reader should know what crust is. But even if you can't define it, you'll know it when you hear it. At times it sounds like the band held a séance and channeled the ghost of Disrupt when writing Freiheit. Their tone and distortion has that "punk band playing metal" feel and the album is virtually wall-to-wall crust riffs. This barrage is well augmented with copious doses of blast beats, authentic thrash sections and, in proper places (yet never overused) blisteringly quick death metal riffs.

Behind the mics we get a rasp-fest: a hardcore rasper and a harsh, close to death metal rasper. Sometimes they work together in a chorus; sometimes they trade off line for line. For the most part they divide up the verses and wear out their vocal chords. The big kicker though is the bassist. Between the fact that you can hear the bass and that it has something to say, I would argue it's the bass-work that elevates Tacheless above all the other crusty grinders out there.

Among other things, what we get out of Freiheit is our money's worth. The band served up 18 songs (17 and a hidden cover) with a 39:51 running time. Four of those minutes are the dreaded hidden-track silence but their balls-to-the-walls cover of Sodom's "Sodomy and Lust" makes up for it in full. I mean, Sodom with blastbeats? How can you go wrong? For me, the stretch covering tracks 2-7 makes the album. There are head banging riffs all over the track list; there are prime examples of how to write crust songs later in the track list; there is even the thrashtastic "Waiting For A New Day"; but I would have paid full price for an EP containing songs two through seven. Of those, three stand out the most:

"To Move A Mountain" starts out with one bulldozer of a grind riff - and returns to it a few times down the road, sandwiching it between standard Tacheless crust. We also get vocal trade-offs and our first taste of what the bassist has to say.

"Freiheit" is a worthy title song. It starts out with, and features, a crossover bass line. The guitar riff layered on top of it is as gritty and fast as crust gets. The combination creates an intensity that rips you up and carries you to the end of the song. Fittingly, the next track opens with a sample that serves as a nice "cool down".

"Fucker" fucking grinds! This is a nice three-part song. It starts out at a fierce pace with a series of grindcore riffs; drops into one headbanger of a chorus; then returns to grind for the finale. Proper grind like a lot of bands would like to pull off.

My only issue with crust is that it all starts to sound the same after 20 minutes. By inserting grindcore riffs, proper bass work and plenty of thrash, Tacheless counter this issue well. And did I mention the sick Sodom cover? When all is said and done we have ourselves a solid album with good replay value. You are encouraged to check it out for yourself. If you disagree, leave a comment; we'd like to hear why. You are equally encouraged to buy the real thing here.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Infernal Stronghold/GATT- Pests



Official Sites:GATT----Infernal Stronghold
Released: February 2009
Label: Metalwar/Bullshit Propaganda
Release Type: 7" Split limited 500
Genres: Black Metal/Crust/Death Metal/Thrash Metal

Being just one of the goodies I picked up from the awesome Repulsion show, Pests, is a butting of heads between Philly's own Infernal Stronghold and GATT of Indonesia. What drew me to this release immediately was the beautiful packaging. The jacket is covered in beautiful gold detail via silkscreen and the inside is the same. There's writing galore and plenty to keep you intrigued and interested. If the pretty packaging wasn't enough, there's two patches included, much in the same style (with the dark gold print it's pretty hard to tell what's going on in the patches, but who cares? they look neat). Anyway, before even listening I was won over by the amount of effort simply put into presentation on both band's behalf.


So never hearing either band I was skeptical, worried that all this packaging was a guise to cover up shitty music; thankfully I was wrong.


Hand scratched into the inner rim of the vinyl one can tell that the first side is Infernal Stronghold's offering. With a cacophonous and hallowed out production, Infernal Stronghold play a very crusty version of black metal. Vocals drenched in reverb and throat blisteringly vicious, they spew lyrical venom in a very punkish attitude (although, from what I can tell there's only one singer, he kinda sounds like the chick from Nausea every now and then). The riffs exemplified jump from punk rumblings to thrashy outbreaks (listen to the second track to see what I'm talking about) all without conflict or any filler. The guitarwork is excellent and catchy. Quickly becoming a favorite, Infernal Stronghold absolutely slay with this thrashy crust meets black metal approach, something I'm a complete sucker for. They even incorporate some neat thrash breaks and blast beats, fan-fucking-tastic.


On side B we get GATT which made me an instant fan in the first 3 seconds. I cant really describe how awesome it is, but there's brief feedback then this slimy, throaty, "bleh!" (only thing close to it I can think of are some of Belphegor(AUT)'s blehs) that unleashes a really heavy thrash riff. If i had to finger them, I'd call GATT crusty death metal, similar to Hellshcok (although a hellauva lot better). Plenty of tempo changes, deep throaty vocals and downtuned thrashy riffs amidst blast beats, midpaced stomps and d-beats keeps the momentum flowing for GATT's side. The vocals are spot on, mid-ranged rasps, deep bellows, and high-pitched screeches, really ace. Each song is composed excellently and has enough variation to keep you pounding your fist but never allowing you to get lost, bored, or confused. I'm a big fan simply with this release alone. Crusty and heavy as hell, GATT absolutely fucking slay here.


This shit's cheap enough, defiantly buy it and support two bands who actually kick ass and seem to put a lot of effort into their music. Buy here

-F

Friday, July 31, 2009

Fistfuck - Rock'n'Roll Nightmare

Fistfuck MySpace
Release: 2009
Label: D71 Records
Release Type: Full-Length

French-Canadians Fistfuck have have an intentionally raw, old-school feel. The best way I can describe them is as a thrash band with a crust fetish and an affinity for blastbeats. Musically, their tone, and a good part of their approach, is virtually a cleaner, better-produced facsimile of Napalm Death's from the Mentally Murdered EP. Put all of this in perspective and you have to ask: why are they labeled Death/Grind? Some of their riffs are characteristically of a death metal persuasion, but for the most part, they not only have other intentions, they lack the death metal tone. Seems like a cop-out; like someone heard the growled, rasped and squealed vocals and said, "heck with it - Thrashing Crusty Grindcore is too much to type." Then again, this is their last album so it's a moot point, innit?

For Rock'n'Roll Nightmare the band was nice enough to dole out 10 new tracks, a new vocal mix for one of the better tunes on their previous album (7% Grind) and two covers. All totaled, that is a 13-song eulogy spanning a little over 31 minutes. The Disrupt cover, "La Dis" and “Crocko II” contain the most amount of consistent grind, hands down - albeit on the crusty/powerviolence side and primarily D-Beat. The rest of the track list offers a surely entertaining if not entirely original metal experience. It is called Rock’n’Roll nightmare, after all - anyone requiring originality deserves disappointment. What should be expected is a fun, thrash filled half-hour, preferably spent with your drink of choice in hand – and maybe a little head banging as well, if you should be so inclined or the passion take you.

For fans of and/or people who heard their previous albums, one of the major changes here is that the very long (and if you don't speak French, often pointless) samples are held off until the final minute. Literally. There are samples before and after a few songs but they are short and sweet, and in most cases, completely appropriate, if not completely traditional. The prime example is "Crocko II," which refers us right back to the album cover. Here we get a soundbite of Mean Gene interviewing Randy Savage before slamming into some Fistfuck goodness:
Mean Gene: "First of all, what happened tonight? Ultimate Warrior..."
Savage: "What happened tonight was already written, Hulk Hogan - It Was Written A Long Time Ago!"
Pretention, obviously, is not in Fistfuck's lexicon.

Fans of the olden days will readily enjoy this album, but I imagine it will be an "acquired taste" thing for modern grind fans. More than usual, it really depends on how it clicks with your musical background. I recommend at least hearing it once because variety is important, and you never know - just do yourself a favor and have an open mind. Fans of thrash who are fine with blast beats have no business avoiding this one.

Check out their MySpace or LastFM. Or you can just buy it. Before I go, I might as well plug it again: Listen to "Crocko II."

Friday, May 15, 2009

Hellshock - Only the Dead Know the End of War

Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/pdxstenchcore
Release Date: 2003
Label: Yellow Dog Records
Release Type: Full-Length

Now what we have here is a nice slice of apocalyptic crust punk with a heavy dose of thrash riffage. The band name is definitely a nod to good 'ol Hellbastard as well as a clever play on the word "shellshock". The band's moniker definitely fits their music perfectly, which conjures up hellish images of war-torn wastelands, skies blackened by toxic fumes and smoke, filth-ridden trenches, and omnipresent death. A good soundtrack to the endtimes I suppose.

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