28 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
La Otracina, Telecult Powers and La Big Vic are playing at the famous Coco 66 in Greenpoint, Brooklyn tonight. The concert starts quite late, which is interesting I think. Things will probably get weird. It’s 5$ and it’s a bunch of great bands so if you happen to be around…
19 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
SUPER NOVA
01. Salem – Redlights
02. Fuck Buttons – Solar Surf
03. White Hills – Vision Of The Past, Present And Future
04. The Psychic Paramount – Gamelan Into The Mink Supernatural
05. Boredoms – Supergoing
06. Survival Unit – Stot Till
07. Robedoor + Pocahaunted – Hunted Gathering
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12 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
If the Death Star would have been built in 1982 and included, among other things, a disco, you can be sure that this album would have been a total must on the dance floor. Even the bad guys need entertainment, we never think enough about that. Or even where and what they eat for example.
Horror space electro disco rock with a low, evil, guttural voice conducted by Darth Vaders look-alikes.
Weird as fuck, totally funny and entertaining. This record is great.
Warning – Why Can The Bodies Fly
11 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
ANCIENT STONES & SKELETON KINGS
01. Satyricon – Walk The Path Of Sorrow
02. Kvist – Min Lekam Er Meg Blott En Byrde
03. Burzum – Hvis Lyset Tar Oss
04. Wolves In The Throne Room – Crystal Ammunition
05. Trelldom – Sonar Dreyri
06. Drudkh – Fallen Into Oblivion
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11 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
Welcome to the part II of our Mayhem Archive, a testimony of the early black-metal scene in Norway revolving around (the true) Mayhem.
Here’s the last known interview of Dead (and Dead alone), second and most notable vocalist of Mayhem who killed himself in april 1991, by Evil (A.K.A Morgan Hakansson of Marduk) originally published in Slayer Mag.
This brings us back in the days, at the very end of the first black-metal wave, right before the media explosion that considerably altered the essence of the scene…
Check part I here.
Evil: How come you left Morbid and moved to Norway to join Mayhem?
Dead: As everyone knows (or should now): Morbid never was a real band. However after the “December Moon” demo the band kinda split up. I don’t know the reason why, but we were all very different and couldn’t compromise on how Morbid should be or sound like. What’s most mysterious to me is how everybody could change so much. When I and John formed the band, the band was looking for some members and asked them about the thought of having a black metal band as black metal should be, but it never turned out that way. They all seemed to be totally into the idea at first, but… well… I must say that I don’t think the 2nd Morbid demo is in the same vein as the first. But why the hell do I talk about Morbid in an interview when the band never should have been featured???? I talked to Euronymous on the phone and he explained how his view of the most brutal stage show would be and we discussed the problem that everybody wants everything to be so normal, boring and wimpy. And we totally agreed on that, I should come over and try out some rehearsals, to find out how I would fit in the band. And I guess I do fit ‘cos I’ve been singing here ever since. But the problems was that short after I joined the band we were out of rehearsal places…
E: You have said that the “Deathcrush” EP will be released again, what about it?
D: We want to release it again, but we just don‘t know how the hell we can afford it. It was wrong to limit it and now the copies are being sold for far too much money and that wasn’t the idea at all. Those who want it can’t get it unless they are millionaires. We will never release anything limited with Mayhem again.
E: Tell me about your new LP “De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas”. When will it be out? Any old Mayhem songs on it?
D: Good question… I wish I knew when! It’s planned to contain 8 tracks and to be released on D.S.P. as antimosh 003. When the 2nd edition of the Merciless LP has sold out and paid, the next band will go into studio (Imperator from Poland). When their 1st edition has…
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11 Jul 2010 ✎ 1 reply
Not much is known about them except they’re coming from Kabul, Afghanistan (says the legend) and make the coolest music videos ever…
Be ready to get mindfuck…
More Mater Suspiria Vision stuff can be found here.
9 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
A little homage to one of the greatest photographers of all time, Diane Arbus.
She was known for her black & white photographs of deviant and marginal people, a chronicle of freaks and misfits. If you’re not familiar with her work, you definitely should. Truly, amazingly beautiful.
9 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
Fancy a little bit of black thrash attack? Here’s a mix compiled by Fenriz himself for our friends at Vice Magazine in collaboration with A Fist In The Face Of God”.
Fenriz + Vice Magazine? So what? Fenriz rocks and I like Vice Magazine (mostly for this). Plus the mix is pretty good: old-school underground thrash, tight jeans and big sunglasses. Get stupid.
8 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
Alice Cooper and Friday the 13th are two of the reasons why, yes, it was fucking cool to grew up in the 80’s…
8 Jul 2010 ✎ reply
Hey motherfuckers. It’s been a while. Sorry about that, these last two weeks were just intense. So what’s new?
As a young fresh immigrant, it’s with great pride that I spent my first 4th of july week-end in the states. Not barbecuing ribs no, but being terribly excited about seeing one of these rare Faith No More reunion shows on a monday evening at The Waterfront in Brooklyn, the very last date of their east-coast mini tour. Yes, their first New-York show in 12 years!!! The sun was furnacing high up in the sky on that day and, following the inevitable bare chest parade that usually occurs then, I can tell you now that I’ve never seen so many bad tattoos in my life. 12 years after their split and without any new material, Faith No More stills gather a good couple thousands of fans. Pretty cool. Even if they have terrible taste in tattoos. But yeah, most of these guys are metal-heads. Let’s not forget that.
The venue is some kind of industrial field barely set-up with a few tents and a big stage, nearby the river, a few blocks away from my apartment. I love America. But I just fucking hate funky free-jazz band with a terrible sax player and a even more terrible drunk-sounding singer. And I also fucking hate that nobody gives a shit about what’s going on on stage, sitting on the grass, drinking bears, eating pizzas and smoking weed a few feet away from the musicians. Not that I threw some rocks at them but, well, I kept my distances. Anyway. After a too long wait (did I mention the stupid stand-up comedian bashing Korn or Limp Bizkit or Justin Bieber with totally non-fun jokes but at least less irritating than a free-jazz saxophone? Neil Hamburger is his name), Faith No More finally takes the stage. The five of them, a little bit older and fatter (except Mike Patton but we see his damn face much more often than the other guys so we probably don’t notice or maybe i’m just being jealous) throwing a quick intro (“Midnight Cowboy” with Mike Patton on melodica, nice) right before really getting into it. “The Real Thing” marked the start of two hours of gay funky glam-metal maestria (including two encores).
The band was cool, chilling (maybe sometimes a little bit too much), even stage-diving for Mike Patton (who performed the entire show in a red suit while the heat was around 90°F). They played all their smash-hits: “Digging The Grave”, “Epic”, “Be Agressive”, “We Care A Lot”, “Midlife Crisis”, “Easy” of course, they invited Rahzel on “Chinese Arithmetics” but also they granted us with a stunning Michael Jackson cover (“Ben” commemorating the first year anniversary of his death) that really kicked my ass big time. And It actually happened anytime FNM played grand, pompous, FM hard-rock stuff. This is where they’re really amazing to me. Because they do it bouncy. And what made…
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27 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
ODYSSEY
01. Robedoor – False Dawn
02. Yoga – Treeman
03. Shaula – Moss Light
04. Twilight – Decaying Observer
05. Gnaw Their Tongues – Broken Fingers Point Upwards In Vain
06. Glory Fckn Sun – Pitch And Foll
07. Moolah – Redemption
08. Surface Of Eceyon – Dragon Breather
09. Metallic Falcons – Misty Song
10. Esoteric – Quickening
11. Dialing In – Thorazine Eclipse
12. Alesteir Crowley – The Poet
13. Rameses III – The Kindness Of Letting Go
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23 Jun 2010 ✎ 1 reply
Here’s a mix I played for the Live Alive opening at the Brachfeld-Gallery in Paris a few months ago. The exhibition consisted in a bunch of t-shirts portraying famous fashion designers the way our favorite bands were in the 80’s. As you already guessed it was a great success as the music was actually a million times better than the exhibition itself.
Now dude, it’s your turn to have fun.
22 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
Look at the man! Isn’t he awesome??? I wanna hug him…
21 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
From the grey rainy suburbs of Paris, in the stinky basement of some lousy concrete building, emerged in the early 80’s a batch of broke youngsters who, tired of killing boredom by drinking cheap beer and provoking fist fights, eventually started to make some music. Nothing specifically original so far. Some music played by bored broke youngsters drinking cheap beer and provoking fist fights with a pronounced taste for third world drama, social oppression and nunchakus. But Bérurier Noir was born. And by being born in this very specific part of France at this very specific moment in history, they crystallized the voice of a whole generation of pissed-of kids. Up to the barricades, boys and girls. England got The Clash, France got Bérurier Noir. They’re less good musicians but much dirtier, nastier, crazier and definitely bad-ass.
Here’s for your listening pleasure the first 7″ released by this cult french gang.
Mandatory.
17 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
This saturday at Glasslands in Brooklyn (among a million other things): Zola Jesus, Effi Briest, Nice Face and Amen Dunes.
Should be good. Hipster to death, but good…
16 Jun 2010 ✎ 2 replies
Probably one of the best band ever, the austrian duo released only masterpieces through its short existence. Good luck to you if you try to put your dirty hands on their albums, they’re now as sought as the holy grail itself.
From music to artwork, absolutely everything is perfect and I can’t think of no band as appealing as this one.
It’s bones and old stones, ritual chants and stories of blood, honor and poisoned daggers.
Here’s a gift to all their admirers and an interesting prelude for the strangers out there. Here’s the long gone “Book Of Lyrics” written by Alzbeth and compiling all the lyrics (and the texts that inspired them) in an astonishing presentation.
Welcome (back) to the crypt.
16 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
A few images from Aluk Todolo recent european tour that the band kindly sent me.
Have I ever tell you how AWESOME this band is?
16 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
Intense. I can smell from here the stress of the production team…
16 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
These two bands will play in Brooklyn on june 26th as part of the Northside festival which takes place on various spots in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Ok, I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything about Floor (I read somewhere that’s their reunion tour) but I do like Unearthly Trance, and I like Pollution even more. Pollution fucking kills you. You hear me?
15 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
Founder of Women and Supreme models, Paul Rowland, now creative director at Ford, is also a photographer driven by an “obsession with otherworldliness” and influenced by: “Diane Arbus, Joel-Peter Witkin, Roger Ballen, Francis Bacon, Riccardo Tisci, Morocco, sorcerers, shamans”. One hell of a freak show right? He has shot various things, especially a lot of editorials for V-Magazine, and these polaroids are only the tip of the iceberg but this is most likely where my preference goes. Good stuff.
Paul Rowland website is here.
14 Jun 2010 ✎ reply
Wow… This is seriously the best ambient drone stuff I’ve heard in ages…
I recently discovered the band in an old issue of Oaken Throne zine. I was quickly going from interview to interview without really paying attention to my reading until I bumped into the story of that girl who used to travel India messed-up on ketamine (and all kind of drugs she could find there). One day she bought thorazine from a sketchy guy who sold the shit as morphine. She eventually woke up and came up with the song: “Thorazine Eclipse”. What??? High on ketamine and thorazine in India, fear and loathing in Calcutta? I just can’t think of a more accurate description of hell.
I flipped a few pages back: that same girl recently spent 9 months in Pakistan, living under a burka, where she lived in a small village and recorded some sounds for her upcoming album called “Islamic Bomb”. Holy fucking shit!!!
So I did what I could to get her first two albums under the name “Dialing In” and I’ve been instantly blown away but what I heard then:
Disturbing noisy, haunting lo-fi ambient, desolate urban landscapes with layers and layers of distorted chords (guitar, piano) and a voice that you could compare to a conjuration of dead souls. But what’s more surprising is that Reita Piecuch, that’s her, without compromising her love for basic tape-recorders, manages to keep a pop aspect in her music. Well, for someone who admitted she always found Sonic Youth boring as opposed to Fletwood Mac, the heroes of her teen days, it’s maybe not that surprising… It’s great, brilliant stuff here. On top of that, she’s also involved in photography and her taste in urban decay, dumps and other wrecks is totally according to my taste.
Anyway, I didn’t get a chance yet to get her third album but it’s available now on vinyl (and limited to 500 copies) on Music Fellowship. I guess I’ll place my order tomorrow or something.
You can listen some stuff here.
15 May 2010 ✎ reply
Hey guys, as you might have noticed I didn’t really have time to upload this website lately. The main reason is that I’ve been shutting down everything here in Paris for my imminent and permanent departure to NYC. And that’s quite a hassle, from doing cryptic paperwork for visa to emptying the total mess that became my apartment…
Actually I’m taking my plane tomorrow, early afternoon. And I can’t tell you how much I’m excited. Not to go too much into details, I’ll be more or less away from my laptop these next four weeks so don’t expect anything much going on here.
Thanks for your support and understanding. Now you can check what’s below or fuck off.
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20 Apr 2010 ✎ reply
I heard many things about what you can get at a Eyehategod show. Some were positive, most, as you guessed, were negative. I won’t deny that everyone has his bad days, especially when you’re a bunch of New-Orleans fiends as much famous for your substance abuse and your crime record (we personally don’t give a shit, but the kids like it) than your music, but everybody has its own opinion on what a good show is… So I don’t know for the others (who cares anyway?) but what I saw yesterday was merely one of the best gig I’ve ever seen. Everything was perfect from start to finish. Eyehategod played as if they were just one man, one big hairy menacing sweaty man, granting the hysterical crowd with all his nastiness. If Williams and Bower get the money shots, the guys behind them play tight as hell and deserve as much credit as their bandmates. It was a little bit more than an hour of raw punk energy, bad attitude (that singer is really evil, no doubt about it) and humongous riffing crushing your face right in the dirt. God, it was intense…
Now, the other bands that night… Wait! What other bands are you talking about?
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