Thursday, December 18, 2014

Lonesummer - Satisfaction Feels Like a Tomb

Trigger warning, terrible music:

Imagine some horrible feedback, two-chord rock that's mostly noise, and shitty lo-fi rock mixed with some sorta rapid guitar-bludgeoning through a bunch of broken effects pedals. Can you imagine it? Then you've got the imagination of some bonehead who releases the shittiest music I've ever heard under the name Lonesummer. This is alternating varities of harsh noise, guitar-string-attacking, and some crybaby moaning through through a reverb pedal. Random noise? Crying through more effects pedals? There's a drum machine that appears halfway through? Learned how to fret a chord and now you're pecking away at it? Welcome to Lonesummer, the mostly lonely, pathetic shit you've ever heard. This is more pitiable than most basement recordings because it manages to sound more pathetic. I've heard 13-year-olds' metal projects that sound better. This redefines worthless. That is truly art, as much as taking a shit is finger painting. You're only a shit artist if you touch it, and this is brown-handed. If this is satisfaction, then you're fingering corpses in their tombs.

Congratulations Lonesummer, you've made Depressive Illusions Records look like an art gallery.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Dustbin of Demos: Vol III

The selection of artwork to outwardly represent one's music is an interesting choice. Artwork has always been one way to identify and differentiate your album amongst many, be it in a store, a catalogue, or a zine. Iconography is a powerful way to set the tone for the music before the listener hears it. You're ready for whatever is coming when you see the cover of "Like an Everflowing Stream" but you probably need some convincing to even listen to Znowhite's "Act of God." The artwork below shows some odd aesthetic choices. 

Black Tower - Demo (demo)
Pop-punk/heavy metal from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.

Black? There's nothing black about this, aside from the mismatched aesthetic. Heavy metal riffing meets pop/skate punk with extremely clean production and a sharp vocalist who sounds extremely bright due to constantly harmonized vocals - think Green Day or Bad Religion. There's certainly an influence of harmony-heavy hard rock from the NWOBHM era, as this is not all that metal. While there are a few hints of trying to be dark and heavy, it's way too sharp, upbeat, and power-poppy to complete the dark edge their aesthetic hints at - AFI were way darker on "Black Sails..." and Davey Havok sounded more emotive than this singer. Nonetheless, Black Tower is kind of novel at this point and they're the heaviest pop-punk band I've ever heard. (Steve)

Death metal/metalcore from Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire, England

Ultra-groovy modern death metal that blends Lamb of God's super-groovy metalcore sound into music that is mostly death metal like recent Dying Fetus or the death metal side of deathcore. IA are able to keep the groove going through somewhat fast death metal without falling on the crutches of breakdowns and blurs of blast beats. Parts of the music, mostly the riffs, are ultra groovy, but rather than fall into a unison chug, the band as a whole moves along nicely. That falls together with thick and chunky production like a can of condensed beef stew - processed just like the big brand names. This band manages to blend a lot of groove and modern death influences that I can't stand into something palatable. (Steve)

Self Inflikted - Abused (EP)
Melodic death metal/deathcore from France

Archetypal sampler platter modern deaf metal. A bit technical, a bit black-n-blasty, a couple Pantera grooves, a bit melodic, a couple breakdowns, a couple death metal riffs, a couple vocal layers, a couple Lamb of God grooves. Oh yeah, and Gothencore riffs too. Every part is a little nifty, making this music like a bag of assorted trinkets: it's full of things that might be interesting to observe if they had been separated, organized, and put into some meaningful form. It's overproduced as hell too - the drum sounds are obnoxiously punch, the guitars are nu-metal chunky, and the vocals are layered and consist of five voices yet they're still monotonous. I'm impressed that a band pulled this many pseudo-mallcore grooves into the mix and couldn't make a catchy song. (Steve)

Musta Myytti - Kuolon kaipuu (demo)
Raw black metal from Finland

Musta Myytti is one of those projects that seems to be a physical manifestation of what people who hate black metal think the genre sounds like. With ten and a half minutes of something quite literally any black metal musician could have written in less time, Musta Myytti pushes the raw/mobile-phone-recording aesthetics of black metal to the forefront and couples that with boring uninspired riffs that are also disastrously executed. For a project formed in 2007 the level of incompetence on this 2011 demo is absolutely startling. (Apteronotus)

Diablero - Escuridão Selvagem (demo)
Bedroom black Metal/ambient from Brazil

This couldn't be any more cliche. An ambient intro and outro bookend two tracks, a drum machine playing so fast that the samples sound horrendous - more like noise than double bass, and there's even a break with a sample of a bird crowing. After the ambient track, there's one dancing melodic lead with a really tinny guitar tone, then a clean guitar break with whispers and a fucking bird crowing. It's a mix of weepy melodic leads and a couple off-time attempts at 80s style riffing - this should be fucking awesome, but the production is lousy, the playing is lousier, the drum machine is the lousiest, and there's absolutely no sense of arrangement, just some fragments strung end-to-end. (Steve)

Verge / Blood Red Fog - Because It's Wrong

Verge emanate a discomforting aura through a deliberately off-kilter cadence, a dissonant ring and clash of shrill and off-tuned instruments that sounds as if a rock and roll band led by the disheveled organist on the cover was possessed by the devil. A dark, eerie organ sets the tone of a decrepit hall with a muddied harshness through which uneasy tones echo. Everything has a feeling of being played through old stereo equipment that doesn't sound quite right, tones clashing while the band maintains a menacingly loose swagger that fits the atmosphere perfectly. While undeniably wrought through the portal of black metal, the wandering nature of the guitars and bass mix with the eerie organ in a way that feels like old hard rock channeling unearthly discordance. Is this Iron Butterfly possessed by the devil? Perhaps. There's an unearthly tormentor burning these souls, their suffering manifested through sorrowful crooning and the discordant clash of instruments. The humanity of it shines as each piece tries to escape. The guitar trails off and wanders in contrasting, consonant leads which have a humble folk touch, a soulful blues-tinge coloring them. The organist constructs a long dirge which stands on its own, a dingy cathedral-filling ode to ruin. That track leads into a Tenhi cover, where the vocalist begins to sing clean, the human counterpart to his normally-possessed mournful croon. This is unorthodox, incongruent music. Because it's wrong.

Blood Red Fog enter Verge's state of mind for the second half of this album, deviating from their prior works to make this album whole. Verge's tracks were recorded in 2008, while BRF recorded these in 2009, and the way they continue Verge's themes and explore their state of mind in the embodiment of Blood Red Fog is an excellent complement. Likewise, Verge's style shifts towards one more complementary to BRF towards the end of the first half, including a tense tremolo buildup during "Traction."

This half returns to a more normal cadence, as this band shapes their music primarily with melodies. They transition with a slow, nightmarish passage which echoes the tortured theme. Parts of this are strong, distinctly Finnish melodies in a more traditional black metal form, but these deviations focus on shaping a different side of the band's sound in an unusual, twisted voicing. The emphasis on tormented, mid-paced sections is an interesting contrast, as the band explores morbidity rather than death itself. Their normally focused, occultist death worship is strung out and a feeling of unease festers in its presence. The guitars provide the brunt of the discomfort, while the vocals are mixed pretty low and the bass is less active than it is in their other works. The journey here starts with the most characteristically dissonant, Verge-sounding track in "Spiritual Promiscuity" and ends with BRF's "Bleak Water" which is only lightly tinted with Verge's weirdness, being the most similar to BRF's other works. Still, this album seems to be the conceptual creation of Verge.

Isn't that right?

Skat Injektor / Drugzilla - Virulentia

Musicians sometimes don't have a lot to say to their listeners, especially when it comes to noise / harsh electronics where a lot of the music is devoid of lyricism. On this split with Skat Injektor and Drugzilla, titled Virulentia, something is being said. For Skat Injektor, communication through the lyricism not of a vocalist, but of samples yanked from the depths of political and media history is preferred. Drugzilla barks and yelps like a dying pooch authoritatively. What exactly these bands are attempting to convey through this mash of textures and temperament is anyone's guess. There is a fine difference between Skat Injektor and Drugzilla other than their method of message conveyance and it lies in the percussive elements. Drugzilla is willing to hyper blast through through their tracks with a disregard for the listener's ability to discover what is actually going on within the compositions. Skat Injektor is the more subdued of the two, sounding more like cut and paste segments of a hack and slash horror movie. The Drugzilla tracks are the harder to digest, though the Skat Injektor tracks are more immediately frightening and impacting.

With the run time of this 7" being just over nine minutes, anyone that wants a quick blast of noise terror can enjoy the myriad aspects here. Whether it be the tense ending to Skat Injektor's "Face The Feast of Power" or the  memorability-in-hiding of Drugzilla's "Orgasms Reaped Through Sadistic Design," for someone like myself that only more recently has been engaged in the burgeoning world of noise, this is a good test of one's actual interest in the genre. I'd recommend this 7" to anyone looking to explore noise and electronics. With the density of ideas and sounds on Virulentia there is actually a bit of replay value here, if one would want to really dig into the message. It's only ₤5 on the Omega Warfare Records shop.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Cuscuta - The Wildness Within

Cuscuta is a band that is almost too easy to pigeonhole, but “The Wildness Within” shows enough promise that there is no reason to discount the project as just another clone. Black metal, post-rock influences, trees on the cover art, appeal to nature ethos, and even a song titled “Atavism and the Destruction of Civilization.” In a general sense, yes all of this gives you a glaringly obvious idea of how the solo project sounds, i.e. Cascadian (so what if Cuscuta happens to be from Colorado?) But the exciting parts of this rather dry album include some unique hints of deeply ethereal and pensive atmospheres. Apart from those moments, “The Wildness Within” also has the somewhat useful quality of not drawing much attention to itself, allowing the listener to pass time with little thought. This is a great quality for people with a taste for ambient music, but will be only a sign of tameness for everyone else.

Both of the two songs on “The Wildness Within” are soft affairs clocking in at around twenty minutes each. If not overly exciting, their introspective moods serve up a pleasant mix of wispy clean tremolo guitar lines and louder distorted post-black moments. In this sense, Cuscuta tread quite close to being metal in name only; few parts of the album can be thought of as riff driven, and the softer bits make a up a large portion. This isn’t a problem for the album though, as it focuses more on atmosphere than melody. The vivid highpoint of the atmosphere, and the album itself, is in the very beginning. Somber clean vocals provide a low and quiet choral background to the delicate clean guitars. These clean vocals add a nice color to the mood, and the parts without them are frankly ineffectual in comparison.

Still, the mood is very consistent, and the grand hall reverb on the percussion help keep the album from sounding too sparse. The addition of a radio-quality spoken word sample in the second song however is a jarring deviation from the ghostly mood that haunts the rest of the music. Even worse is that the lyrics are just soap-boxing, completely naked messages without being clothed the slightest bit in artistry - a political version of the “I’m sad because you broke up with me” type lyrics we all hate. An excerpt: “What if this occupied country called itself a democracy, but most everyone understood elections to be shams?” I have a better question, what if you didn’t take the “Questions for Discussion” from the chapter-end of a political science 101 book and try to pass them off as lyrics? It doesn’t jive at all, especially when the rest of the vocals are almost uniformly Wrest-styled, distant rasps with a slight tinge of gurgle. The same lyrics in the earlier impressive choral style would have been sublime and really helped to tie things together conceptually.

“The Wildness Within” should satisfy fans of the lighter side of atmospheric or post black metal, but it will also leave you wondering what could have been with a more immersive and layered approach. The project has it’s own identity but still needs to grow into it a bit, especially in further developing the clean guitar lines, volume dynamics, and hopefully the choral vocal approach. Cuscuta doesn’t rely too heavily on either metal or post-rock ideas, which may help in fleshing things out in future releases. Growth is necessary because ambient chill-out music is fine for what it is, but there needs to be a little something more to heft things into the foreground.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Dustbin of Demos: Vol II

With the advent of digital recording, CD burners, and now digital releases, putting out "an album" isn't significant like it used to be. Countless amateurs release overlong, underworked collections of music that are a vague approximation of a format they see as a measuring stick for success. While there are hardly any boundaries to the milestone of releasing an album, some self-aware bands still declare the same type of releases as demos, an acknowledgement that their craft is not perfected in its present form. Others release EPs, which range from short collections of good music to trumped-up demos. In this EPisode of the dustbin, we review some demos that are called EPs for whatever reason.

Life's Illusion - Art of Despair (EP)
Depressive black metal from Ukraine

Life's Illusion is a band that desparately tries to emulate the "depressive" sound that proliferated from the No Colours roster a decade ago, inspired by bands like Wigrid, Nyktalgia, and Sterbend. The result is a horrible mess of distorted, warbling wails over a couple simple guiter melodies noodled by a novice with a sea of out-of-the-box "atmospheric" synthesizers. Most of the time these vocals could even pass off as unintelligable screamo, but a hardcore-derived band would have the sense to not let a song drag on for 14 minutes. The slow-and-sloppy clean guitar parts and mediocre solo really frame that these morons thought there was some artistic merit to this rubbish. (Steve)

Thy Ordeal - Et Hoc Indicium Adversus Dei (EP)
Blackened death metal from Poland

A derivation of 2000s death metal, enabled by Vital Remains and Santolla-era Deidice, which plays death metal but seems not death-oriented, but focused on using death metal as a heavy frame for a guitarist's melodic lead ideas. An unaccomplished, but dedicated guitarist who has these really simple lead ideas that he has built these seven-minute songs of utterly negligible death metal around. Every song seems without purpose other than the guitarist exhibiting a few basic tricks, nothing seems to be tied together other than a couple stylistic emulations that ultimately trail off into loose ends. Ultimately, this sounds like a "guitarist-seeking-band" demo from ten years ago. (Steve)

Glaukom Synod - Covered in Semen and Slime EP
Industrial noise from France

Glaukom Synod hack through covers of Napalm Death, Led Zeppelin and Bolt Thrower in 16-bit glory on Covered in Semen and Slime. Though a few originals are thrown in, the real treasures here are experiencing selections of Death Metal's roots worshiped in an extraordinarily heavy, and crusty and unique manner. Led Zeppelin's "Dazed and Confused" performed by the machinery of a bottling factory and conducted by an army of garbage trucks is cool but gets lost among covers of "World Eater" and "Scum." The harshness and repetitiveness of the samples used across these renditions is enough to cause uncontrollable bleeding in the ear-sockets. The covers are all discernible, all pristinely executed, and take the extremes of the originals and emphasize the dystopian vibes flowing forth from within.  Frank Klepacki would be excited to hear this and if you're a fan of his soundtracks but felt "Mud" or "Hell March" just wasn't quite minimalist enough, get in contact with Nihilistic Holocaust for a copy. (Orion_M)

Tester Gier - Speed Metal (EP)
Crossover/pizza thrash metal from Poland

Polish for "Game Tester", this is video game-themed rethrash. I don't know Polish, but based on the sound of it, it's probably also about pizza. This is an incoherent blur of recycled thrash riffs, shout-along hardcore punk, and some melodic Gothencore riffs. There's a spoken-vocal rapcore-like song too, dumbing things down to the level of E-Town Concrete. These are eight songs that go nowhere very quickly, just fragments of a particularly bad rethrash/metalcore hybrid. Recommended for fans of Lich King, headbands, and Pizza Hut. (Steve)

Tape-shaped artwork, cool!
It sorta breaks the formatting though,
and it doesn't even come on a real tape.
Not cool!
Hellraizer - Abominaciones (EP)
Brutal death metal from Nicaragua

This brutal death metal band trudges through chugging riffs with guttural growls over them and hardly anything to differentiate one point from another, besides some wretched screaming in the first track. The problem this band encounters is that their music is directionless: the songs emulate a style which builds up to the breaks in the music, but here, neither the music nor the breaks fit together. As a brutal death metal band, of course, the point of half of the songs is to set up to a breakdown derived from Suffocation's "Liege of Inveracity" but this band sort of bounces around throughout the music, with brief but pointless breakdowns and other ill-fitted intermissions. Most notably, this band has some breaks where one might expect a breakdown or slam, but instead they go into a hard rock/heavy metal-esque melodic lead break. The gruff production lends itself well to a 90s death metal aesthetic, and the band is technically competent, but the composition makes little of the elements haphazardly clobbered into the music. (Steve)

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Stonedirt - Joygrind

(circa 2006)

Let me talk about how I first came upon this band. At first, I thought I had mistakenly put on a Pantera album but I had not. It was Stonedirt's Joygrind Demo. Thats all...

The fact is, this Demo is incredibly well produced and shows a band who, in the future, could become a major undergound act. And, due to the incredible amount of kids who seemingly worship Pantera, breaking through to a larger audience might not be so far fetched. One problem: they hail from Budapest. That's in like... Hungary or something right? So they may not be coming to the US anytime soon but that hasn't stopped them from creating a strong showing of their abilities on this album.

Vocals sound alot like Phil Anselmo though at times Endre Tarjányi does have a harsher sound venturing more into the screaming realm. Musicianship is quite good. One thing that these guys know how to do is groove it up.

The songs on the demo consist of Hard Hits By Life, SD (Respect Diamond), Smolder In Vain and Unknown Hand. Honestly, they all sounds similiar so lets just consider them one large song; Hard Hits In Vain By Life's Unknown Hand (Respect Diamond). Yeah. That sounds nice. The song is fairly mid-paced throughout. The one thing that I did enjoy was Szilárd Kamarás' bass playing. Perfectly on time, interesting and well placed fills adorn the track. This is especially noticed in the song Hard Hits In Vain By Life's Unknown Hand (Respect Diamond). Guitar-wise, this Demo is a riff-fest. Balázs Kemencei really seems to have put alot of effort into making memorable riffs. Like going to the state fair and instead of a hell of a lot of people in overalls... you have a hell of a lot of riffs... possibly in overalls. The leads are pretty decent where they appear. Drumming is also solid. Boldizsár Ifju certainly isnt breaking the boundaries of time and space or opening a third dimension by blasting into some ethereal realm however he keeps the beat and thats something that cant be said about a lot of drummers these days. My favorite part of this album is at the end of the song... about 2:16 through Unknown Hand. Pretty nifty little solo there.

There really isn't anything new here however for fans of Pantera, and Down and all that southern groovy metal, this is something that you may want to check out when you are feeling deprived of... all of your Pantera albums.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Dustbin of Demos: Vol I

The dustbin of history is where people, places, and things go when they are forgotten and marginalized. This is the fate of most metal demos: forgotten and ill-examined, a footnote to a career, launched or unlaunched. However, some of the greatest metal came in the form of unpromoted, almost-forgotten demo tapes. In this age, the demo tape is an endangered species, crowded out by worthless full-length albums from bands who would like to waste much more of our time listening to their music. This is not the realm of egostistic musicians nor reviewers who wish to fill up their unlimited space. In the dustbin of demos, few words are wasted. 

Dodskuggen - Dauden (demo)
Black metal from Norway

Dodskuggen is a one-man Norwegian act with reasonably clean production and performances. The tone of the recording itself is pretty good, but the music is a directionless sampler platter of black metal with rigid boundaries in style and songwriting that demonstrate that the parts are more imitations of various aesthetics than songs written with a purpose. Songs carry on with no progression nor direction, through aesthetic shifts without motifs nor themes to hold it together. Flavors on this sampler platter include death metally tremolo riffs over double bass, Norsecore, and keyboards. While at any one point, this sounds decent, it's a really unfulfilling listen. (Steve)

Thy Funeral Judas - We Are Legion! (demo)
Black metal from El Salvador

I first heard of this band when news broke of the death of their bassist "A. Darkthrone" in 2012. Survived by guitarists E. Judas and War D.B, vocalist M. Funeral, and drummer T. Conqueror recently completed their first release since, a three-track (plus intro and outro) demo called We Are Legion! - a bestial horseradish of a release that lacks both the meat to substantiate it and the fiber to digest it. A nondescript, ghostly whisper or trebly guitars finds little to sweep along in its wind of harshness, leaving this demo harsh and bare in its almost-raw black metal form. Fizzing tremolo guitars meet two-speed kick-snare drumming and go nowhere at moderate tempos. Simply put, this is a cult black metal demo that nobody praises for musical reasons. This is F-rate black metal impersonation. (Steve)

Herxsebet - Nostrus Ordas Ol Terremyrlas Tenebrese (demo)
Raw black metal from Mexico

Harsh, high-gain, low-fidelity "raw ritual music" from a corpsepainted clown in Mexico who isn't fooling anyone but himself. It's almost... almost just a tiny little bit charming that he's trying to create a horrifically raw homage to the Black Legions complete with his own goofy-named circle. But it's not charming, it just sounds like shitty noise made with a distorted guitar and some pieces of scrap metal and extra magnetic pickups in ones basement. Even the prolific Zarach "Baal" Tharagh would call this an experiment, at best. Two tracks of the worst black metal you'll ever hear, three tracks of feedback and noise while this buffoon sticks his guitar near other electronic devices to make noise. (Steve)

Tash - The Ninth Circle (demo)
Black/death metal from Sanford, North Carolina, USA

This one-man band seems fascinated by the aesthetics of black metal, but unable to capture them. A high-speed drum machine accompanies a seven-string guitar that disrupts the third track with some low-tuned grooves that scream, louder than the screaming vocalist, "I have a seven-string guitar and no fucking idea what I'm doing!" Blast beats and tremolo riffs are treated like structurally integral putty which holds this purposeless, directionless lump of blackish metal together. This demo exists with no purpose further than to satisfy the curiosity of its creator. (Steve)


Breath of Night - Black Metal (demo)
Black metal from New Jersey, USA

It's hard to say much about these unfinished tracks as, despite being "instrumental" they are clearly unfinished. Some moments sound good, some starkly bare. It is a rough move to simply release these songs as instrumentals - it seems like simply adding vocals wouldn't complete these songs. An army of reputable guests makes these songs lends a bit of credibility. If this review was a baseball score card, this would be a hearty mix of strikeouts and walks, with a bunt or two in the mix. Either show up or don't, and this one largely doesn't. (Steve)

Triptykon - Melana Chasmata

In the world of aeronautics, a holding pattern is when an airplane circles around its destination to delay its final arrival. In Greek, this phrase roughly translates to “Melana Chasmata,” but that’s actually only true when you rely on Triptykon to do the translation. Yes, Triptykon’s second full-length album is decent, but it’s hard to shake the feeling that the band is just killing time for large parts of the release. When dealing with a band like Triptykon, it can be an exacting task to evaluate the music without getting caught up in the baggage of Tom Warrior’s history with Celtic Frost. You know, that little bit of business involving him being an integral part of extreme metal’s foundations. But with that history safely in baggage check, “Melana Chasmata” can be seen as a fairly strong release that suffers from substantial (but not terminal) problems.

Thick tones and crushingly heavy riffs laced with that oh-so-familiar punchiness; the basic sound of Triptykon really shouldn’t feel too alien to anyone who has ever paid even casual attention to extreme metal. What’s fantastic is how the band makes straightforward and even simple riffs so damn heavy. Underscoring this blunt tendency is the morose experimental vein on the album; Triptykon pulls back and marinates in moods in a plodding and doomy fashion. At times this takes on a surreal tribal mood like in the beginning of “Demon Pact” the solo section in “Altar of Deceit” or the first grinding guitar notes on “Boleskine House.” The band even successfully channels their inner “Panopticon” era Isis with the track “Aurorae.” These stylistic flairs add character to the album and prevent it from getting stuck in narrow musical aisles. Continuing with “Boleskine House” as an example, you can hear how the shimmering crystalline female vocals create apt suspense for an ending that is basically massively heavy chugging.

“Melana Chasmata” cruises along like this, balancing traditional riffier elements with avant garde altitudes. Aside from the last track, which we’ll get to in a moment, there is nothing offensive about this album. No awkward transitions, no aspect that isn’t produced immaculately, and almost no missteps. Still, it doesn’t have enough to lift the album to greatness. While not strictly repetitive in an obvious way, few moments on the album have a sense of direction or purpose. An interesting mood here, a heavy riff there, but no overarching narrative. This becomes frustrating with songs that are, on average, over seven and a half minutes long. The band milks the ideas that they have, albeit in a disguised way that doesn’t require playing the same riff forever; musically shifting directions only to circle the airport.

Back on the metaphorical airplane, you sit reclining slightly while snacking from your small bag of peanuts (it has less than 10 peanuts) and start to think that the plane should have landed. No one is irritated yet, but it’s obvious that neither the pilot nor air traffic control have any sense of urgency. In the final song this merely inconvenient story becomes an aggravating one. With “Waiting” you are sitting on the tarmac right next to your terminal, but the damn Giger-esque jet-bridge umbilicus won’t latch itself onto the plane. At this point it feels like a bad joke, like they are making you wait on purpose and with mustache-twirling deviousness. At least on an aircraft they have the good manners to call it “deplaning,” but Triptykon adds honest insult to injury by titling their final track “Waiting.” The track’s filler status becomes rock solid when you consider how strong and logical the final build-up in “Black Snow” was. But no, instead of ending it there after over an hour of music and with the peanut bag empty, the band decided to sing “dying” and “we are the same” for six minutes.

The thing about bad endings; in albums, movies, and plane trips, is that they unduly taint the whole experience. Fortunately you can and should skip the last track; but it’s still out there, and serves as a hyper-condensed reminder of the overall bloat and meanderings on the album. “Melana Chasmata” is the kind of album that you listen to and enjoy but won’t come back to too frequently. The band can do much better, and did with “Eparistera Daimones,” but there is still plenty of material here to like and only one truly bad song. Few bands can write riffs like this, and fewer still can do so while matching Triptykon’s massive tone. All in all, the album is worth it if you are a fan of the band, but those new to Triptykon would be better served listening to their more focused efforts on “Eparistera Daimones.”

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Hercyn - Magda


Hercyn is a project out of the forested and naturesque setting of Jersey City. I have some issues with black metal / folk projects that come out of heavily industrialized places. It just comes across as galootish. What do urban dwellers know of the scent of ferns or the feel of pine needles falling upon one's skin? But, with the influences left by bands such as Agalloch and Alcest, even the rich and vibrant concrete hues of sprawl in all directions can evaporate away in the imaginations of impressionable youth and disenfranchised minds. In the case of Magda, Hercyn's debut release from 2013, it is once again easy to forget we are in fact not sitting around a lovely and majestic brook in a Bob Ross painting, and are actually watching garbage trucks speed by while waiting at a bus stop beside an under-maintained highway. And unless a stray plastic bag which probably sat at the bottom of a wet dumpster manages to slap against your face, closing your eyes might just be enough with Hercyn to forget where you are for a few minutes. The track hints at greener pastures.

"Magda" is quite a strong track. The ideas have clearly been given the opportunity to mature, and even moments that sound jammy and improvised, such as the leads half way through the twenty-two minute opus, are executed with precision. Emphasis has been afforded to each instrument at times though Tony Stanziano's bass playing is key. With a less involved bass section, Hercyn may have run into issues of different movements feeling out of touch with the larger whole, such as the more spacy ending of the track. The constant bass is like a chain, pulling the listener through these different places and vibes. Also held in high regard here is the drumming of Michael Toscarelli, which is inventive and varied across the whole song. Guitarists Michael Diciancia and Ernest Wawiorko fill out the talented lineup with Wariorko also providing vocals. While there isn't a large amount of riffs on the release, with the band more prone on riding out melodies and chords, leads are on full display. Though they are done extremely well, they cover up the fact that the composition as a whole meanders somewhat aimlessly to my ears.

Wariorko's vocals are an element not fully utilized here. With a large variety of styles and techniques on display elsewhere on the release such as some clean guitar playing, strummed chords, faster and slower moments and atmospheric as well as more driving parts, the one-sided raspy vocals don't add much. Also, like earlier expressed, Magda may have benefited from having the single track broken up into a few separate songs. Evidence of this is provided by listening to the acoustic version, Magda (Acoustic). Excellent acoustic playing could have been mixed into this release, helped with build up of each song, and offered a more complete listening experience in a full length album. Wariorko's vocals on the clean version of the song are more of a spoken, airy style with some melodic tints bristling about. Listening to both version back to back makes me wish the band worked more of the acoustic touches into the original.