Jan 182014
 

imgresA confusing album in that it will satisfy the heavy junkie in everyone whilst at the same, for those of us who have paid witness to the mind fuck, doesn’t fully represent ¬†the Pink Room bar- heavy psyche-fest that Zothique truly are live. This isn’t to say the album is not worth your time. It is. Buckets of it. I’ve witnesed the live trip that is Zothique twice, once sharing the stage with them, and both times I’ve been struck not only by the elbows of many but also by how Zothique are a seeming anomaly on the current live circuit, appearing to pull a range of obvious influences without sounding like any of them. A breath of fresh air when compared with a lot of the seemingly one-dimensional bands that we, of course, forgive and love.

Zothique’s live shows are a head on collision of Hey Colossus jamming with The Doors. Much of this is thanks to Kuroda Kenji’s keyboards bringing a slice of California acid-drenched sunshine to the grey basements of Tokyo. Vocalist, Shusuke, is a doom Bon Scott yet to lay to rest in the marlboro casket. These elements don’t really stand out on the first couple of tracks of the album so it seems Zothique are simply taking the doom car out for a spin. But as the hooks stir and we travel deeper in to the hole the keyboards appear in your head and soon you’ll be surfing a wave of heaviness in to riff-dom. Continue reading »

Jan 052014
 
Ronald shows us the ingredients for one of his burgers. What kind of name is Ronald anyway?

Ronald shows us the ingredients for one of his burgers. What kind of name is Ronald anyway?

Straight in to my top 10 of grindcore bands that really only features about 5 bands anyway as I’m not really sure what grindcore actually is anymore. As young ‘uns pervert the meaning, sorry, develop the concept of a phrase I once knew well it’s comforting to my apparently aged self that albums like this haven’t forgotten their metal roots. Too often do I listen to a band labelled ‘grind’ and wonder two things: why are the songs the metal equivalent of a Yes song (i.e. too fucking long) and where the fuckin’ chug at? Back in my day there were chugs as far as the eye could see and don’t get me started on the price… blah blah.

Saw these guys playing with Coffins and they blew me away. The minute they finished I went and bought this lp. only a 1,000 yen. That’s $15 or so dollars or about 8 of the Queen’s pounds. Well worth it. Pay attention, Nepenthes! Pay the fuck attention! The production really captures the brutality of their live set and makes me want to trash my room via the power of Hulk Mosh. Luckily for you I’m going to resist the urge and sit and drink a little beer. Continue reading »

Jan 052014
 
Yipee kay-ay, muther fronter!

Yipee kay-ay, muther fronter!

Late to the fucking party. Late, late, late. But I’ve got beers, Satan and I’m reeling form an evening of Black Flag live videos (even looked at the greying reformations trying to pad their nest) and Dishammer playing at 33rpm. I want heavy. I need heavy. Is this slab of vinyl going to satisfy? Shit, you should know. It’s been out for ages. Double vinyl and I’m stuck in beer tar. This may well be a short review.

This is the ‘die hard’ edition – black and whit cover, marbled vinyl – and being that I now live in a concrete apartment the opening air raids salvos are playing pretty fucking loud. Already I’m feeling the need for more beer. The chinese mushroom wine in my kitchen is looking tastier by the minute. I heard Brazilians make some kind of homemade narcotic out of old vhs tapes and batteries soaked in alcohol. Obviously a bong and a huge pair of boobs would be best but both those things are harder to find than a well written article on this site. I sense this review being written at a later date. Continue reading »

Nov 252013
 
Oooo! Skeet Surfing. Two references for the price of one.

Oooo! Skeet Surfing. Two references for the price of one.

Probably the most famous Japanese rock band (fuck off, Boris. You blew it!). These guys have been around for 30 odd years and being Japanese, still have full heads of hair and look about 12 years old… or maybe they have had line-up changes galore. For me the most important thing about these guys is within their ranks is found Akira Takasaki, erstwhile Japanese guitar god. This guy is responsible for a million awesome riffs including huge chunks of the amazing ’13th’ album, by Misako Honjoh, which contains some of the tastiest riffing this side of ‘Jesus’ ‘Solo On The Mount’ live album. Not only that, he is also responsible for not playing on Honjoh’s album, ‘The Cruiser’, which is shit. Consulting google tells me he has released over a million albums and looks much like Mr. Miyagi would if his dojo was The Cathouse from ‘Decline Of Western Civilization Part 2′.

I’ve chosen to write about these two albums because of the continuity in the album art. ‘The Birthday Eve’ has some weird Satan baby in a crystal egg surfing on a sea of what could potentially be semen. ‘Devil Soldier’ shows the cracked, empty egg on the front and a fat, devil baby on the back acting like a little shit because parents these days don’t know how to discipline their children… blah blah! Continue reading »

Nov 162013
 

Just to let all you cream puffs know that my lack of recent action has been due to circumstances way within my control that forced me to be lazy. I am however back and have a vinyl back log as long as a horse’s dick to work on. From now on it’s vinyl only baby! CDs are boring me and unless you send it to me I ain’t gonna write shit about it.

Thanks for sticking with it. May the shit re-commence!

Nov 162013
 
'Get yer angel fetus here. Pound a pound!'

‘Get yer angel fetus here. Pound a pound!’

Writing about Coffins is, I imagine, similar to reporting from a warzone. After the first couple of times you realize all the cliches have been used up and whoever is listening knows the deal already… but you do it anyway. Bought this one at ‘The Fleshland’ release party along with the obvious and a Brob album. This one gets written about because I’m drunk and ‘The Fleshland’ is two discs that I can’t be bothered to get up and change right now (it is a good ‘un though). I’ll save you the trouble of reading further: carnage, heavy riffs, dead babies, good album. Continue reading »

Sep 012013
 
Halcyon days of smelly rooms.

Halcyon days of smelly rooms.

Forget that facelift, Ugly. Buy this instead. A¬†ferocious mix of chuggy thrash and a little, tiny bit of death and you have another album that I know I’ll be recommending to people for years to come and judging them solely based on whether or not they like it. This is one of those albums that just never holds back on the palm mutes and for that reason alone I worship it. That’s right. The chug for me is like free drugs to a crack whore… with very few degrees of separation. Continue reading »

Aug 182013
 
Imagining poo and hamburgers.

Imagining poo and hamburgers.

On first listening to this I lamented the absence of band photos on the CD inlay. I really need to know how fat the singer is. All I could imagine was this music set to the Crowbar video (All That I Had I Gave?) where the close-ups of the singer make him look like he’s sitting on the toilet trying to dislodge a particularly troublesome peeping turtle. I may be wrong. Maybe the singer is a totally hot, ‘bewb’ laden goddess but at the moment I’m picking up a lot of hamburger in the mix. Continue reading »

Aug 182013
 
Sleeping on beds of Condor feathers.

Sleeping on beds of Condor feathers.

A name I’ve been seeing a lot but only recently got round to actually seeing at the Coffins ‘The Fleshland’ release party (which at this rate I’ll be reviewing in about 10 years). A very impressive live show which translates well to CD, however I am still kicking myself for not berating the band’s decision to sell this 3 song demo for 1,000 fucking yen. Fuck! That’s $10 for you yanks. 3 songs.You don’t even get an inlay, just a decorated CD. Why am I unreasonably bitter about this fact? Because for that money I could have bought a full album from Coffins’ merch stand for the same price and vinyl should trump cd every time. I’ve taken one for the team here. Continue reading »

Jul 212013
 
Ol' red eyes is back. Stark, Tetsuo-esque imagery and lots of groaning await.

Ol’ red eyes is back. Stark, Tetsuo-esque imagery and lots of groaning await.

Even if it is only a CD I couldn’t be happier to have found this album. This thing fucks with you like a vengeful ex-girlfriend that you introduced to anal. And much like post-break up sex with said GF it is an unforgettable ride in to darkness (without the smell of poo). A bizarre hybrid of crushing doom and speed metal with a dollop of nihilistic drama, this album really drags you in to it’s bunny boiling underworld and proceeds to tease your anus with hot coals.

Bellzlleb (I am not doing the backwards ‘z’ thing every time I type their name) are another Thrash Zone discovery for me. Sitting alone at the bar urging Koichi to take me deeper and deeper in to the his old VHS collection, he came up with an old compilation video featuring such names as Sabbrabells, United and I think, Rose Rose. Basically a lot of bands doing their version of the popular western styles of the day. Some successfully, others not so. The audience were lapping up though. Then on come Bellzlleb. Looking like a by product of mating experiments between The Cure and Sigue Sigue Sputnik and acting like they only take downers with their daily slice of misery. In retrospect, not a totally unusual aesthetic at that time in Japan. New romantic meets the road warrior kind of stuff. Anyway, they proceeded to unleash their scizophrenic mish-mash of doom on to the uninitiated. Part Trouble, part goth, part ‘Children Of The Sea’. A lot of influences rolled up in to one unappealing package of hypnosis inducing drums and guitar.

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