Thursday, April 4, 2013

MISTER GROWL IN EXILE

I'm spending the next few days out in the country with limited internet access so my posts will be brief through the weekend.

There's some amazing stuff in the works in Growlandia, including a recent writing assignment for the almighty Decibel Magazine. Details regarding the assignment will stay hushed until the issue release date, but it's for the upcoming June issue. The subject is a major death metal heavy hitter, so stay tuned, you magnificent bastards.

We also have upcoming interviews with Olde Growth and Mount Salem on the horizon, and guest reviews from non-metal fans covering the likes of Evoken and Torche. I will also be looking through my junior high CD collection and reporting on various oddities.

Smell ya later, ya hairy vagabonds.

♥ Mister Growl

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

POETRY: POP! by CORY LOVELL


I have another guest artist today, this time a renegade poet/writer/film-maker/trouble-maker named Cory Lovell. He is a passionate fan of music and directed the rock'n'roll documentary Deer Tick: To the City of SIN!, following the band Deer Tick on tour. His new chapbook collection of poetry and art, named Pop!, revolves around the central idea that pop songs (in any genre -- yes, including heavy metal) are our new hymns. Lovell explains, “These poems are my attempt at pop songs, sans music. Those of you who are instrumentally inclined are encouraged to put music to any of the poems inside. They’re meant to be sung!” So there you are, thrashers and doomsters, feel free to write music to the below poem (selected for this blog personally by Mr. Lovell) and share the ghoulish results by visiting the link at the end of this posting. Here’s an excerpt from the collection:


Underrated Saints (Immortal Rock Zombies)

The unique stupidity,
        the simple-minded genius
of a religion made by, for, and of the mad masses that massacred
                    GOD.


The maudlin, musical marriage of
        piety & sacrilege.


The queer union of
        Jesus & Lucifer.


The rhythm of a thousand saints,
        ordinary dregs, miracle sinners,
bringing us ever closer to the cosmos through
                    SEX & SOUND.

That a boy might know the
        humility and hard-earned innocence of
                    St. Bob.
Whirling drunk in tutu and combat boots,
        Fingers slashed and bleeding, tearing through the heart of sixteen.


That a girl might know the
        worth of word and wood and work.
The soapy, satin soliloquy of
                    St. Karen (of Dalton).
Poor, yet beholden to none.
        Lonesome, yet filled with others.


That a man might know the
        trembling edges of a troubled woman
through the crying caterwaul of
                    St. Karen (of Carpenter).
So generous of love’s bounty
        though fasting herself from it.


That a woman might know the
        avalanche of arrogance of the meager motives of mortal man.
The deteriorating dignity of
                    St. Warren.
His quest to forgive the unforgivable,
        to find the ones who were his friends.


(Cover illustration by Gary Grayson, additional artwork by Cory Lovell)

For more information on Pop! follow this link to Cory’s excellent Thunderbird Blog:  http://thethunderbirdblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/pop-10-new-poems-by-cory-w-lovell.html




Tuesday, April 2, 2013

REVIEW: A389 RECORDINGS MMXIII MIXTAPE




Happy Tuesday, motherlickers. A389 Recordings has posted their MMXIII Digital Mixtape, including 40 songs from their roster of excellent, depraved bands. If you work an office job like me but can wear headphones, this mix is the key to feeling like you’re paid to listen to outstanding heavy music. This delusion will lead you through the day and into the crusty fray as cuts from assorted sludge/crust/hardcore/everything-ornery-and-aggressive bands beat you silly and toss you to the sewer crocodiles.


There are a bunch of fantastic new songs here, from lurching psych-sludge (Pharaoh) to the sky-punching crossover attack of Integrity. Just a few quick notes regarding some of the new tracks: The Love Below and Vilipend both sound like they’re screaming on the way to an asylum. Eddie Brock’s new song features vocals that could punch right through Spiderman’s skull. “The Burden” by Junior Bruce is a formidable beast that has melodic tendencies, even if the vocalist’s throat sounds like it’s been shredded with whiskey and ground-up Fiberglass. If I had to choose one band that represents the diversity of this wicked label it would have to be Noisem, who rip, rage, and stomp through the barriers of a thousand sub-genres in their fantastic song “Severed.”


There isn’t a weak link in this mix. From Eyehategod and Ringworm to Mister Growl favorites (Young and in the Way/Ilsa) to dangerous bands already featured on this website (Iron Reagan/Ancient Shores/Cynarae), A389 has got your scarred, crusty ass covered.


Listen to the mix and check out the track listing over at the A389 Recordings website:  http://www.a389records.com/site/


Monday, April 1, 2013

REVIEW: BONGRIPPER / CONAN - SPLIT




Warning, this may be the first and last time Anne Hathaway has been referenced in a doom metal review. While AMC theaters were pushing promo hype for Les Miserables this past year I must have seen their 7 minute making-of featurette twenty times. It really didn’t matter what sort of movie I was seeing, AMC felt it was an appropriate regardless of genre. Nothing pumps you up for a bloody action flick or a supernatural chiller quite like Russell Crowe in a Napoleon hat. As much as I resented being forced to see this promo video so many times there was one line from Hathaway describing her ill-fated character that came to mind while listening to the Bongripper/Conan split album: “She's literally at the bottom of a hole and realizing she's never going to climb out of this.”


There’s a prevailing sense of hopelessness in both of these tracks, but Bongripper’s Side B offering “Zero Talent” truly captures the horrific disintegration of joy. Even the song title feels like someone who has cut their own worth down to nothingness. The track begins with droning ambience, like a room-tone in some desolate futurescape of dilapidated office buildings filled with skeletons where the only sounds are the computers that keep eerily humming. Once the riffs drop from the sky they land with enough force to sink continents. The guitars are weighed down by suffocating pessimism, crawling forward through glass shards and rat shit through cobbled streets where the dreamless wait to die. “Zero Talent” also pops an upper late in the song and rampages at about a million times their normal speed, blasting forward and suddenly halting with a vicious stop-and-go pattern that bruises brains like slapping the listener’s skulls against a truck windshield. It’s a nasty slab of grimy depression that should be the bright spot in every doom fan’s year.


Conon’s track, titled “Beheaded,” also plows through the muck at a frighteningly low speed, tasting the sewage as it shuffles deeper into a steaming fecal swamp. There was once a moment when I saw Winter play and felt like the distortion seeping from the towering speakers was crushing me into the ground. It was like the gravity in the venue was exponentially increasing each minute, threatening to flatten me across the cement floor and squeeze the precious fluids from my skin. Conan’s entire discography reproduces that feeling. If you’re looking for pure, unrelenting heaviness, the type of sound that feels like the widening anvil shadow right before impact, then Conan is your lethargic jam. While I usually think of decapitation as a swift punishment this song feels like someone is just pulling their enemy’s head off with their bare hands, working at it patiently with fingernails and brute strength. The song doesn’t offer much in riff ingenuity or tempo shifts, but it does transport listeners into a slow-motion world painted with dried blood and fresh shit. It’s not pretty or clean, but there are people who will feel completely at home there.

I also want to mention here that both of these bands will be terrorizing audiences in Conan’s home country, commencing a nine day tour towards the end of the month. If you can check out these bands and survive without feeling like their bass guitars laid a demon egg in your stomach I commend you.
 




And the Conan track is streaming yonder:  http://pitchfork.com/reviews/tracks/15163-conan-beheaded/


And pre-order from Holy Roar Records over here: http://holyroarrecords.com/album.php?id=2010&shop=1


Sunday, March 31, 2013

ART: CAITLIN ANNE

This past autumn I started contributing short fiction to an art zine based in the West Coast called Kung Fu Breakfast. One of the perks of working with a community of artists like this is sharing work with other creative people whose pieces appear alongside yours (and make your work look even better). I was lucky enough to have my featured story this month in an issue with a cover painted by Caitlin Anne, an “illustrator, artist, and friend to all creatures great and small.” Caitlin Anne’s towering fox-giants are just the beginning of her strange, beautiful world. I encourage every reader to follow the links to enjoy her artwork, it makes you believe the world has plenty of magic and secrets left.


Visit her official website here:


Check out the newest issue of Kung Fu Breakfast featuring both of our material here (it’s a FREE digital download if you sign up for a free Magcloud account):


And take a further look into her creative process at her Tumblr:
http://caitlinannemakesthings.tumblr.com

Saturday, March 30, 2013

REVIEW: THE GREAT KAT - EXTREME GUITAR SHRED DVD







The Great Kat is one of the most interactive personalities in heavy music, updating all of her accounts personally to communicate with fans and even mailing autographed specialty photographs celebrating holidays (like this weekend’s fitting crucifixion pose on a blood-splattered cross). She has released several DVDs with music videos and live performances, and “Extreme Guitar Shred” is a collection of six performances with blood, blasphemy, studded bras, and, above all else, shredding.


While the production quality spans from cinematic (like the lurid black and white of “Torture Chamber”) to deranged public access video (“Zapateado”), there is a very Tromatic vibe to the proceedings. For those who aren’t hip to the kings of independent shlock, Troma Entertainment is responsible for The Toxic Avenger and a filmography of splat-stick cult films that wallow gleefully in filth. “Extreme Guitar Shred” carries the same energy as an early John Waters film, where offensiveness approaches tastelessness, and every taboo is celebrated with a guitar solo.


“Torture Chamber” is the first of several songs featuring The Great Kat in dominatrix mode, and the slick video shows her sadistic assaults on her legions of male slaves. If I learned anything from this DVD it’s that being a slave to the Great Kat is not a particularly great gig for someone hoping to live into old age. Her followers are beaten, whipped, forced to eat like dogs from bowls, boiled alive, attacked with massive drill bits, and eventually executed with the same expression of frozen shred-rage the Great Kat has perfected through the years. “Castration” and “Dominatrix” feature similar imagery, though the former includes the best gore, complete with a censored, severed mushroom tip. These three videos, along with her live performance from a Chicago concert, should be watched rabidly by the fans that worship the Great Kat. Not only does she rain fiery words of degradation down on her servants, but she also dispatches her victims with blood slick on her face, fret-burning fingers, and cleavage. These are moments of pure heavy metal excess that, for a dedicated fan of the Great Kat, will be their raison d’être.


The only video I actually feel compelled to warn viewers of is “War.” While the piece matches the “Zapateado” video’s guerilla production value there are also many images and clips of Holocaust devastation and 9/11 footage that may upset some people. While I generally roll my eyes at trigger warnings I feel like this may be the place to say “there are actual corpses on screen.” Even mentioning this may increase appeal to the mondo gorehounds and Faces of Death junkies who seek that sort of stuff out.


While the total running time is modest (13 minutes, not including the special features)I think this is essential for the fans who say they worship their Classical-Shred Messiah. While the outlandish, nightmarish images may distract from the music there’s no denying that when the Great Kat’s fingers spray blood due to her insane speeds on this DVD it is only barely fictionalized. This collection of videos captures the grimy underbelly of heavy metal that intends to shock and alarm, and has a helluva time doing it.


“Extreme Guitar Shred” is now Available on Amazon Instant Video here:
http://www.amazon.com/Great-Kat-Extreme-Guitar-Shred/dp/B00BPXESC2/ref=sr_1_2?s=instant-video&ie=UTF8&qid=1363793732&sr=1-2&keywords=The+Great+Kat

For more information on the Great Kat visit the hub of all Great Kat information:  http://www.greatkat.com


To visit the Great Kat store and purchase your very own autographed “Shredding Easter” photo go here:  http://www.greatkat.com/07/index07.html

And don’t forget to follow her on Facebook for immediate updates on all news here:  https://www.facebook.com/greatkatguitarshredder

Friday, March 29, 2013

REVIEW: ROTTING CHRIST - KATA TON DAIMONA EAYTOY


Maybe Easter would be the perfect day to review a Rotting Christ album, but Good Friday is pretty damn close. I dabble in blasphemy like ex-Presidents dabble in painting dogs. My first introduction to Rotting Christ was rather upsetting to 14 year old me: I saved enough money by hoarding my lunch money (and surviving off Dunkaroos) to order Tiamat, Rotting Christ, and Emperor albums together to save shipping costs. Unfortunately the package was lost and I did not purchase insurance because that was a whole six dollars (two lunches) more. Years later, the internet is all sorts of amazing, and you can enjoy Rotting Christ on Spotify immediately. Spoiled little prick kids.


Their newest album, Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoy, is a riveting piece of symphonic metal with bursts of blackened speed and a mischievous, adventurous spirit. The Tolis brothers, Themis (drums) and Sakis (everything else), have crafted a fine album that takes huge creative risks and plays by its own rules. The opening track, “In Yumen - Xibalba,” is the most danceable black metal song I’ve ever heard, moving from droning, monochromatic doom to blazing looped guitars over a blast beat. Somehow the sum of all that equals a song that could make the burliest metal warrior breakdance. “P'unchaw Kachun/Tuta Kachun” continues the trance-inducing approach of the album, with a distant monk choir haunting chugging palm-muted riffs before concluding with majestic harmonized guitars. Despite the nearly spiritual overall feel of the album there are also shades of their harsher black metal days to be found here, including the ragers “Κατά τον δαίμονα του εαυτού” and “Русалка,” which both expertly build and release anger.


While there are a couple uninspired songs, such as the sleepy “Grandis Spiritus Diavolos” and the slow-burning “Ahura Mazdā-Aŋra Mainiuu,” even these cuts offer moments of brilliance, like the funky wah-wah solo of the former. Just how did these Greek veteran rockers grow the grapefruit-sized-nuts to use a Cry Baby pedal in a black metal song? Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoy is an album that defies expectations in the best ways possible, offering the anthemic qualities of arena rock without sacrificing aggression or experimentation. Some songs feel like Theli-era Therion, but with more care taken with the metallic aspects. That’s the most impressive part of this album for me: Despite all the chanting and piano and operatic guest vocals and assorted oddities, at its heart this is a throwback metal album from an accomplished band who never stop pushing at the boundaries of heavy music.


I knew there were DVD copies of Nosferatu released with Type O Negative providing the soundtrack. I think if there’s any horror film that fits Κata Τon Daimona Εaytoy it would be Rosemary’s Baby. I could definitely hear “Gilgameš” playing while the devil stares down at Mia Farrow with those yellow eyes. If there was ever a soundtrack for Satanic insemination, it was Rotting Christ’s music. I love Cadbury Eggs as much as the next non-religious, pathological-consumer-of-candy, but Rotting Christ provided my real Easter treat this year.


Listen to Rotting Christ on Spotify and visit their official website here:  http://www.rotting-christ.com/

And check out their merch over at Season of Mist: http://www.season-of-mist.com/bands/rotting-Christ