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4 Apocalyptic Albums to Celebrate the Rapture (if it had really happened, of course).

Pictured above is one Harold Camping.  Creepy looking old fucker, eh?  Mr. Camping is the California-based Christian radio broadcaster who started all this Rapture nonsense that we’ve been hearing so much about lately.  May 21st, 2011, Camping’s predicted date for when the proverbial shit would hit the fan, has come and gone without any signs of God’s wrath.  Turns out the crazy old coot also predicted the end of the world for September 7th, 1994 and has now revised his most recent epic fail for October 21st, 2011 (probably so he could swindle more suckers out of their life savings over the next five months).  Give me a fucking break.  Nonetheless, it got me thinking, if any of this poppycock were true, what metal albums would I put in heavy rotation in order to ring in the Beginning of The End?  After some deliberation and debate standing in front of my CD rack, I chose the following four albums as the soundtrack to the impending Twilight of the Idols.

VON – Satanic Blood Angel (Nuclear War Now! Productions)
San Francisco’s VON only recorded a handful of material during their brief original incarnation, but that material, collected on Satanic Blood Angel, is encoded in the malformed DNA of black metal as we know it. The hypnotic repetition, lo-fi recording quality and themes of Satanism create a blueprint for the genre that is continually being copied, re-shaped and built upon to this day. Black metal is an inherently apocalyptic form of music, so including one of the fountainheads from which the genre sprang is a must for any Armageddon festivities. Unlike a lot of other black metal, VON’s recordings sound genuinely frightening and ritualistic without being comically over-the-top. This is raw, grim ‘n’ gritty stuff that just might be a field recording from the depths of hell, the invocation that begins our march towards oblivion. Pray Satan. Pray Satan. Pray Satan.

Triptykon – Eparistera Daimones (Century Media/Prowling Death)
Tom G. Warrior has been working on crafting the perfect soundtrack to the End of Days for almost three decades. He came close on multiple occasions with Hellhammer and Celtic Frost, but his vision seems to have reached a climax with Triptykon’s Eparistera Daimones. A lurching, heaving leviathan of an album, the Earth shudders under the sheer suffocating heaviness of tracks such as “Abyss Within My Soul” and “Myopic Empire”. Warrior refers to his lyrics as “epistles” (a term typically referring to parts of the Christian Bible’s New Testament which were written as letters to groups of people, i.e. First Letter of Paul to the Corinthians, etc), but if anything they are sermons for black masses to be celebrated during the Tribulation. Eparistera Daimones is an utterly draining listen, physically and especially mentally. Prolonged exposure to its haunting blackness could ultimately lead to complete and total erosion of the soul, which might be the only respite from Hell on Earth.

1349 – Revelations of the Black Flame (Candlelight)
For Revelations of the Black Flame, Norway’s 1349 largely abandoned their monotonous, blasting brand of black metal in favor of noise and ambience, creating an utterly polarizing album in the process. Once the initial shock wears off though, the soundscapes 1349 conjure here slowly begin to seep out of the speakers and infest your ears, worming their way into your soul.  It’s none too surprising that Tom G. Warrior also had a hand in the recording, as the claustrophobic blackness here is very similar to that of Triptykon and latter-day Celtic Frost, although the material on Revelations… is much more adventurous in its execution. It’s no mere coincidence that Revelation is the hallucinatory book of the New Testament in which the Apostle John describes the Apocalypse, because while some call this album 1349′s nadir, I call it their first (and so far only) foray into a sound that is utterly deranged, horrific and esoteric, a perfectly sublime sonic accompaniment to Ragnarok if ever there was one.

Godflesh – Streetcleaner (Earache)
“If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever.” The quotation is from George Orwell’s 1984, but it perfectly sums up Godflesh’s 1989 debut album, the monolithically heavy Streetcleaner. The recording is the equivalent of having your skull marched over by a thousand dirt and blood-caked mechanical boots, while visions of a world irrevocably scarred by over-population, urban blight, unchecked greed and absolute power corrupting absolutely run through it.  The crushing, metronomic pulse of the drum machine gives the album a soulless, mechanical vibe, while the grimy distortion of the guitar and bass, as well as Justin Broadrick’s beastly vocals, are undeniably human; the sounds of mankind struggling against the onset of subjugation via technology, only to be crushed under its aforementioned heel.  Regular readers will remember that I recently used almost identical imagery to describe a trio of forward thinking Norwegian black metal albums.  Streetcleaner is a direct precursor to those recordings and its apocalyptic visions are far more terrifying than any hellfire ‘n’ brimstone sermon, precisely because it is rooted in the all too tangible realities of our everyday world.

Of course the sad thing is that twenty or thirty years ago, before the of the internet, social networking and all the other platforms we now have in place for wackadoos to advertise their messages of moronitude (yes, I made that word up) across the globe, Harold Camping would only be known as California radio’s local nutcase for Christ. Articles such as this one wouldn’t be necessary because Camping would be a regional footnote at best.  But regardless of what you think of faux-doomsday prophecies and whether or not the universe implodes, I think you’ll find these four albums well worth your time (though hopefully you’ve already explored at least some of them).  If nothing else, they prove that Satan has the best tunes, even on Judgement Day.

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Fiends at Feast, The Ash Eaters and a bunch of other cool bands have Bandcamp pages… your band should too.

Invisible Oranges main man and fellow metalhead Cosmo Lee has extensively championed the use of Bandcamp (here and here).  He probably did it a hell of a lot better than I ever could, but considering that Fiends at Feast and The Ash Eaters, two bands I’ve been doing a little championing of my own for of late (I reviewed Fiends at Feast here and dished on The Ash Eaters demo here), have Bandcamp pages, I thought it was about time I weighed in.

Bandcamp blows Myspace out of the friggin’ water.  Bandcamp is simple, clean and uncluttered.  It takes the concept of bands using social networking as a promotional tool and strips it of all the nonsense that goes with it.  No friends, no spam, no frills, no bullshit.  Bandcamp is all about the music.  It gives fans easy access to high quality downloads without a bunch of bric-a-brac getting in the way of their enjoyment.  Just look at the screenshots included in this post.  Could it get anymore straightforward than that?  Highly doubtful.

Part of the reason for Myspace’s downfall is the high level of customizability.  Once bands realized they could slap oversized logos, a dozen videos, five million and one flyers, photo slideshows, etc on their pages, it was all over.  Chances are, if you’re an unsigned metal band from Oklahoma, someone from Japan listening to your music online doesn’t give a shit about the flyer from the hometown show you played five years ago or endless slideshows of you drinking beer with the local metal tarts.  In other words, Bandcamp forces bands to “keep it simple, stupid” and makes them look that much more professional in the process.  Trust me, if you want potential fans to take you seriously (not to mention potential labels), you’re better off leaving the drunken slideshows and fancy backgrounds to the teenage girls.

To make matters worse for Myspace (and the bands who try to use it), the one-time social-networking king recently went through a re-design that has rendered the site about as user-friendly as a Sasha Grey film with the sex scenes edited out.  I’m not sure what the hell they were thinking, but the end result has made Bandcamp’s spotless presentation, and easy to use media player even more appealing.  It amazes me that anyone even bothers to go on Myspace anymore and I’ve for the most part vowed not to post links to bands’ pages on the site unless it is the only option available for THKD readers to hear their music.

The Ash Eaters and Fiends at Feast couldn’t be more different musically, but both bands share a common goal.  They want as many folks as possible to get the chance to check out their music.  Bandcamp offers them the opportunity to do so in a way that is completely free of distractions, allowing the music to once again take precedence, something that had been lost amongst the dilapidated bells and whistles of Myspace.  It draws a straight line from listener to band, which is exactly how it should be.

Below are some more excellent bands that have pages on Bandcamp.

Sepulchre – blackened Canadian death-crust

Vastum – gnarly Cali death metal featuring ex members of Saros

Imperial Triumphant - East Coast baroque black metal

Murmuure – French ambient black/noise/drone/clusterfuck

The Sun Through a Telescope – Canadian feedback-worshipping power drone

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Interview: SUBROSA

I absolutely love Subrosa’s latest album, No Help for the Mighty Ones.  So should you.  I could go on for days about the band’s earth-shaking mix of doom, sludge and vintage alt-rock, but I’d much rather let one of the architects behind this phenomenal recording do the talking.  I got in touch with guitarist/vocalist Rebecca Vernon with a little help from the fine folks at Profound Lore, and the following in-depth interrogation transpired.

THKD: For THKD readers who might not be familiar with Subrosa, how did the band get started? What was your initial inspiration?

Rebecca Vernon: I had the idea to start a band like Subrosa, minus the violins, for about three years before Subrosa began. The initial inspiration for me wanting to write heavy sludge music at all was a band from Provo, Utah called the Red Bennies … still the angriest band I’ve ever seen live. They were playing strange, heavy, downtuned sludge with a confrontational punk edge in 1994. They are my biggest influence.

THKD: How would you describe Subrosa’s sound to someone who hasn’t heard your music?

RV: I guess I would call us experimental, melodic stoner/sludge metal with electric violins. I’m not afraid to categorize us. ☺

THKD: What can you tell us about Subrosa’s songwriting process? Is there a “main composer” or do you write as a group?

RV: I started the band with a vision in mind, and wrote most of the parts for the songs for the first few years (except violin—Sarah’s always written her own violin part). But over the last two years, members joined the band who could write their own parts and preferred to … which I welcomed with open arms, because there’s nothing worse than coming up with a great guitar riff, then remembering you also have to write the vocal melody, lyrics, bass, and drum parts. Ugh.

THKD: The song “Borrowed Time, Borrowed Eyes” was inspired by Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. What is it about that novel that prompted you to write a song about it?

RV: For one, Cormac McCarthy is a word-smithing genius. The beauty and pain of his writing is unbelievable, unearthly. His characters’ dialogue, too, is spare and perfect.

In particular though, what I focused on in The Road through the lyrics of “Borrowed Time, Borrowed Eyes” (which is a phrase from the book), is that the silly, banal folk wisdom that we build our lives around, those clichés that appear on refrigerator magnets that everyone clings to desperately amidst the shipwrecks of their lives, are pretty much all transparent lies. Our society has no true moorings, and if and when it falls apart one day, everyone will turn into animals, and I will watch it all, laughing.

THKD: “House Carpenter” is a traditional Celtic folk song. Why did you choose this song to cover? How does folk music tie into what you’re doing in Subrosa?

RV: Well, I used to think I hated folk music. I always thought the people who wrote and performed it were pretentious. But now I know better. There’s something so sorrowful about old folk music written in a minor key … it’s as if the songs, after passing through so many decades, absorbed the pain of all the people it touched, and absorbed the spirit of their times. I’m drawn to any music that smacks of “source” material, not copies of a copy. Sarah and I saw “House Carpenter” performed on The Harry Smith Project Live DVD, and fell in love with it. (The DVD has performances from Nick Cave, Elvis Costello, Lou Reed, Beck, Sonic Youth and more, covering songs from Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music.)

THKD: What are some of the other lyrical themes you’re exploring on the album? I definitely get a similar folk/rustic vibe from songs such as “Whippoorwill” and “Attack on Golden Mountain” as well.

RV: “Whippoorwill” definitely was intended to carry that old-school folk feel, and “Attack on Golden Mountain,” has lyrics that follow a folk-like narrative. I think there’s something powerful about telling a story with a few well-chosen, deceptively simple words. Stories are what our lives are based on, and our love of stories is what makes us human. I guess this is why I’m drawn to folk music and that style of lyric-writing.

THKD: Tell us about the song “Beneath the Crown”. I know it has to do with a book on eugenics, but can you go into specifics?

RV: The book, War Against the Weak: Eugenics and America’s Campaign to Create a Master Race talks about a mass sterilization program that occurred in the early part of the last century in America, backed by corporate funding and promoted in academia. It was a social “clean up” of what eugenics enthusiasts perceived as the lower echelons of society—the poor, the diseased, the mentally ill. They felt if they could keep these “undesirables” from reproducing, they could eradicate poverty and disease—and eventually create a master race.

Their philosophies had a direct influence on the Nazis.

It’s a profoundly disturbing book that everyone should read.

THKD: No Help for the Mighty Ones features two violinists. What prompted this approach? What do the violins add to Subrosa’s sound?

RV: My friend, Sarah, was learning violin the summer Subrosa started and so that’s how violins were added to the mix. At first I just visualized a really, really heavy band, and at first I didn’t know how violins would fit into that. But now I’m gladdened by the happy accident … the violins add a depth of haunting emotion to the music that wouldn’t be there otherwise. Kim Pack joined Subrosa in 2009, so now there are two violins—a dual harmonic attack.

THKD: How does the band’s unique instrumentation effect your guitar technique?

RV: I’ve never really felt motivated to play many guitar solos, because the violins take their place. They add the higher-pitched, intense intricacy of traditional metal guitar solos.

THKD: In addition to metal, I hear a lot of ’90s alternative rock (for lack of a better term). I’m thinking specifically of bands like the Breeders, the Pixies, Mazzy Star, PJ Harvey, etc. Were any of these bands or that era in general influential for you or am I way off the mark?

RV: We have gotten that before, but if so, it’s largely unconscious. I was very influenced by the grunge movement when it was happening, but I never directly aspired to capture that era of sound.

PJ Harvey, though, is a major influence on my guitar riffs … her raw, stripped-down approach reminds me that effective riffs are all about simplicity, power and soul. She is one of my top three favorite artists.

THKD: Glyn Smith’s artwork for No Help For the Mighty Ones is as spectacular as the music. What does that visual element add to the album? How important are visuals to Subrosa?

RV: Thanks, I’ll tell Glyn you said that. ☺

The album artwork is based on a story that I feel fits in perfectly with the title of the album and the main themes I was trying to capture lyrically—exploitation of the powerless. It’s the story of Tere Jo Dupperault, and the fate of the man that murdered her family. If you Google her name, you can read the details of her story.

The visual side of music is very important to Subrosa; I believe the right visuals can enhance and amplify the emotions and mood of music.

THKD: No Help for the Mighty Ones is your first album for Profound Lore. How did you get hooked up with the label?

RV: Chris and I were in touch since Strega came out in 2008 on I Hate Records. When the co-owner responsible for signing Subrosa left the label, we found ourselves with no one to release our next album. I approached Chris in fall of 2010 with our finished, mixed and mastered album and he said he would like to release it.

THKD: Subrosa is two thirds female. What challenges, if any, do women face in the metal scene? Does the “boys club” mentality of heavy music still exist?

RV: I think women who write and perform heavy music are actually generally respected in the metal scene, even though they are in the minority.

I think one of the biggest challenges women face in the metal scene is the lazy trap of using one’s sexuality to sell or promote your music. It’s a false shortcut.

THKD: Subrosa hails from Salt Lake City, Utah. What is the metal scene like there? Do you get much local support?

RV: It was kind of in a slump, but is coming out of it now. Most of the heavy bands know each other and support each other. We get a lot of support from SLUG Magazine, City Weekly, KRCL and other media outlets that give us air time and exposure. The alternative media outlets in Salt Lake City really support the local scene.

THKD: Salt Lake City is the headquarters of the LDS Church and the hub of Mormonism. How does the religious/political/social climate of the city effect your lives as metal musicians and the scene, if at all?

RV: It has influenced us greatly. The conservative dominant culture has resulted in a thriving counterculture here. There is a certain sincerity in the music the bands in SLC create … writing and performing music is a need, not a luxury.

THKD: Are there any other prominent Salt Lake City bands we should be listening to? Do you have any recommendations for our readers?

RV: Yes … Gaza toured Europe with Converge last summer and I think are touring again with them this year. They are on Black Market Activities and are one of the most brutal bands you’ll ever hear or see. Eagle Twin is on Southern Lord and are touring Australia with Unearthly Trance right now. They toured with Sunn O))) last year. Bird Eater is also on Black Market, Iota is a stoner delight on Small Stone, although lead singer Joey Toscano has set Iota aside and started The Dwellers with Subrosa bassist Dave Jones and Subrosa drummer Zach Hatsis. Gravecode Nebula and IX Zealot offer great black metal, and INVDRS take the cake as loudest band in SLC, on Corruption Recordings in Oregon. Top Dead Celebrity and Old Timer (Subrosa’s bassist Dave’s third band) are great to watch live.

THKD: What are you currently listening to? What books are you reading?

RV: I’ve been playing The Cure’s Disintegration, along with Agalloch’s new record, Marrow of the Spirit. I’m reading a book called UFOs: Generals, Pilots, and Government Officials go on the Record, by Leslie Kean, and trying to finish The Singularity is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology, by Ray Kurzweil.

THKD: Will you be playing any shows or doing any touring in support of No Help for the Mighty Ones?

RV: Yes, there are some tour plans in the works, but nothing has been decided yet. We’d really like to go to Europe. Stay tuned!

THKD: What does the rest of 2011 have in store for Subrosa?

RV: Touring, and I am going to start writing new songs with Sarah starting this week, hopefully. It’s high time we starting writing music for the next album.

THKD: Are there any final thoughts you’d like to add?

RV: Thanks for the interview! I think it’s commendable that you run a webzine all by yourself.

photo credit: Peter Anderson

Buy No Help for the Mighty Ones from Profound Lore

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Discovering Okkultokrati, or “Hey, you got your hardcore in my black metal!”


I love it when something totally random leads you to discovering new music.  I was messing about online (as I often do) and saw the name Okkultokrati on an advertisement promoting Kylesa’s current European trek.  Having never heard the name but being sufficiently intrigued by it, I started doing a little research.  Turns out there is a whole scene’s worth of somewhat blackened hardcore bands popping up in Norway, of which Okkultokrati is one, part of the “Black Hole Crew” that also includes Haust, Dark Times and Drugged SS.  Some media are referring to it as “necromantic rock”, which would be a pretty fucking huge turn-off if Okkultokrati weren’t such a great band (I can’t comment on the other bands, as I have yet to check them out thoroughly).

The combination of rock, hardcore and black metal sounds like a train-wreck waiting to happen, but Okkultokrati pull it off by whipping that shit into actual songs.  Much has been made lately of the poverty-level songwriting qualities of modern extreme music, but a handful of bands, mostly of Scandinavian origin are bringing the song back to metal by incorporating elements of classic rock and punk (Ghost and Kvelertak instantly come to mind). Kvelertak (whom I’ve recently come around to enjoying) are doing a similar thing, but Okkultokrati are darker, dirtier and just plain nastier.  They even manage to throw a little sludge into the mix on their debut album, No Light for Mass.

Of course, the most obvious influence here is probably Darkthrone.  Fenriz and Nocturno Culto have been doing the crusty metal punk thing officially since The Cult is Alive, but you could hear the punk influence at least as far back as Panzerfaust.  Like Darkthrone, Okkultokrati realize that Transilvanian Hunger already exists, no need to create a cheap imitation.  Although you can’t exactly call them original, Okkultokrati are taking black metal (or at least parts of black metal) and twisting it into abhorrent , interesting forms, which is a breath of fresh air for those of us who got all we could stand of “orthodoxy” years ago.  It’s also refreshing to see more and more bands realize that black metal and punk/hardcore really aren’t all that different from one another in both ethos and sonics.

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Sabre – Sabre (Pact Ink Records, 2010)

Ohio power trio Sabre are a band on a mission. That mission is to pulverize your skull into a fine powder. Their weapon of choice? The thirty-odd minutes of pummeling, corrosive sludge that comprises their self-titled debut album. But this isn’t just any sludge. This is face-ruling, ass kicking sludge that knocks your teeth so far down your throat that you’ll be shitting out molars the morning after.

Don’t let the sludge tag make you think that Sabre is all molasses tempos. Sure, there are ten ton, glacially-paced grooves a-plenty, but when the band picks up the pace, the music morphs into crusty hardcore with a dash of noisy AmRep-style pigfuck. Imagine Eyehategod and Unsane in a whiskey-fuelled back-alley fist-fight with Early Graves and you’re halfway there. I say halfway because Sabre doesn’t just want to give you a black eye or cut you with a broken bottle. They want to rip your goddamn limbs off and beat you to death with them.

Sabre benefits from a gritty, live-sounding production. It sounds like three dudes playing in a room together, bashing out songs and just fucking going for it. The guitar and bass are caked with distorted filth, the drums are raw and punchy. Brian Ross’ sparse vocals are beyond abrasive, like he spent the hours before the recording session eating 40 grit sandwiches and washing them down with hydrochloric acid (I’d love to know what the hell he’s screaming about). Every aspect of the album is crushing and caustic, a thoroughly merciless sonic attack.

Sabre is a great album. It’s a brutal album. It’s the kind of album that makes you wonder what the fuck the “big” metal labels are thinking signing pencil-dicked Christian deathcore bands when there are vicious apex predators such as this lurking in the dark corners of the underground.  It isn’t every day that a new band comes out of nowhere and bashes my brains in, but Sabre have done just that. Get on the bandwagon now, or else.

Order the album directly from Pact Ink Records HERE.

Check out Sabre on Bandcamp HERE.

NOTE: The promo package that Pact Ink Records put together for this release was very impressive.  Not only did they send a physical CD, they also included Sabre’s second demo on cassette, a patch and buttons. Massive kudos for putting in the time and effort in the age of shoddy digital promos. Labels, if you want to get your releases noticed, this is how it’s done.

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THKD’s TOP 20 METAL ALBUMS OF 2010

2010 was a year of the highest highs and the lowest lows.  I married the love of my life.  I took a promotion at work.  This site marked it’s one year anniversary and was featured on National Public Radio’s website.  Conversely, my grandfather and two old friends passed away.  My uncle-in-law is battling brain cancer and dementia.  There was no middle ground and very little room for anything resembling “normalcy” for the duration of the year.  Metal offered no solace; the losses of Ronnie James Dio, Peter Steele, Makh Daniels and Paul Gray only added to 2010′s tumultuousness.

Nonetheless, heavy metal and the craft of writing are two things that are very near and dear to my heart, no matter what else life decides to throw at me.  So without further ado, I present a comprehensive list of the metal albums that helped me live the storm in 2010.

NOTE: I wrote about some of these albums for the now-defunct Sonic Frontiers(dot)com.  In those instances, I have included that text in its entirety in order to preserve those pieces of writing.  Also, I’ve already written lengthy reviews of many of these albums, so in those cases I’ve kept things short and sweet and provided links to the original write-ups.

THKD’s TOP 20 METAL ALBUMS OF 2010:

ALBUM OF THE YEAR (tie):

Inquisition – Ominous Doctrines of the Perpetual Mystical Macrocosm (Hells Headbangers)
Deathspell Omega – Paracletus (Season of Mist)
It wasn’t my intention to have two albums of the year.  To some of you, this probably seems like a huge copout, but hear me out before you call me a cheat.  In a year when many proclaimed black metal dead, these two albums represent the genre’s past, present and future.

Both Paracletus and Ominous Doctrines of the Perpetual Mystical Macrocosm (henceforth referred to as ODOTPMM) are black metal albums with a Satanic message, but the way in which Inquisition and Deathspell Omega approach their work couldn’t possibly be more different.  Inquisition are staunch traditionalists; master craftsmen who worship at the altar of the ALMIGHTY RIFF and recall the likes of classic Immortal and De Mysteriis-era Mayhem.  Deathspell Omega on the other hand explore the more uncomfortable realms of perverse calculus, sounding like a jam session in the depths hell between a corpse-painted Dick Dale and Converge circa Jane Doe.

The fact that both of these bands can be comfortably classified as black metal says a lot about how much the genre has progressed over the years.  Much of this progression is due to Deathspell Omega’s willingness to push the envelope over the course of their trilogy of albums; the liturgical nightmare of Si Monvmentvm Reqvires, Circvmspice, the angular and impenetrable Fas-Ite, Maledicti, In Ignem Aeternem and finally Paracletus, possibly their most fully realized work to date. As frenzied as Paracletus is, parts of it are damn near accessible, almost approaching post rock territory, but never quite giving in to the sonic beauty that typifies that particular genre.  This is still ugly, evil music with a rotten and hateful core, music that attacks your senses and then drags you down into its hellish world.

Indeed, Paracletus represents Deathspell Omega at their creative peak, both musically and conceptually.  Instead of taking their artistic vision further “out there”, the band decided to fine-tune their approach, resulting in a superior album. Their inversion/perversion of Christian theology, combined with a musical assault that is as brutal as it is cerebral places them firmly at the forefront of black metal’s vanguard.

Inquisition aren’t pushing any envelopes with ODOTPMM, but they don’t need to.  There isn’t another band out there doing a better job of keeping the flame of traditional black metal alive than this Washington state (by way of Columbia) based duo. Possessing a knack for quality songwriting that is almost unheard of in the genre, Dagon and Incubus create black metal that is catchy, compelling and eerily ritualistic.

Dagon’s devastating guitar-work is the focal point of ODOTPMM, a barrage of stellar riffage that paints him as one of the genre’s most underrated six-string warlocks. His vocals float above the music, a spectral croaking that recalls Abbath, yet possesses an otherworldly character of its own.  Incubus’ drumming provides the versatile rhythmic foundation on which Dagon builds his distorted odes to the Dark Lord, going from thunderous blasting to slow-mo death marches and all points in-between.  The way these two musicians lock together to conjure these black anthems speaks of a frightening level of synergy that can only be achieved through years of hard work and refinement.

Together, Paracletus and ODOTPMM represent the myriad of possibilities within the black metal genre and beyond.  In fact, all of metaldom could learn a lot from the attention to detail and devotion to craft displayed by Inquisition and Deathspell Omega, and it is for this reason and many more that these two bands share the heavy crown for 2010.

2. Darkthrone – Circle the Wagons (Peaceville)
Ah, Darkthrone. If I had to name a favorite band, it would be them. Witnessing Nocturno Culto and Fenriz’s (d)evolution from black metal necrolords into hellish rock ‘n’ roll freaks straight outta the witch ghetto has been one hell of a ride. Even though I picked two black metal records as my co-albums of the year, it’s hard to argue with Darkthrone’s assertion that “there’s way too much black and there’s too little metal”, and it’s great to see the dynamic duo bucking the trends and bringing an irreverent sense of fun to the table throughout Circle the Wagons.

A denouncement of all things post-1980s, the album recalls the likes of Manilla Road and Diamond Head, infused with a gritty punk rock swagger and Darkthrone’s now-trademark sarcastic “fuck you” attitude. These two could care less about anything even remotely modern when it comes to metal, and this philosophy seeps out of every nook and cranny of songs like “I am the Graves of the ’80s”, “Circle the Wagons” and “I am the Working Class”.

I could say a lot more about Circle the Wagons, but why not let one of the men that made the album do the talking? You can read my interview w/ Fenriz HERE.

3. Danzig – Deth Red Sabaoth (The End/Evilive)
In spite of legions of haters and rampant yellow journalism, I will always be a Glenn Danzig fanboy. It therefore pleases me to say that after many years of musical ups and downs, ol’ GD finally got his mojo workin’ again with Deth Red Sabaoth. Enlisting Prong leader Tommy Victor on guitar and Type O Negative’s Johnny Kelly on drums, our man Danzig wisely set out to re-capture his classic sound on this album and largely succeeds. Tracks like “On a Wicked Night” and “Left Hand Rise Above” are every bit as catchy and tuneful as anything off of the Evil Elvis’ first four albums and his voice sounds fuller and stronger than it has in years. Just don’t call it a comeback (little raven).

Read my full review of Deth Red Sabaoth HERE.  Cosmo Lee of Invisible Oranges accurately and hilariously commented on my Danzig worship HERE.

4. Agalloch – Marrow of the Spirit (Profound Lore)
The level of pre-release hype and anticipation surrounding Agalloch’s latest album bordered on the surreal. Being the curmudgeon that I am, I decided to steer clear of it, deliberately not reading or listening to anything until I actually had the damn thing in my eager little hands. I can honestly say that Marrow of the Spirit not only lives up to any and all hype, it blows it out of the water.

The album finds Agalloch at their most aggressive, laying down some seriously ragged, abrasive passages of traditional, frostbitten black metal. It is also their most diverse recording to date, blending elements of the aforementioned BM with dark ambient and neo-folk to create a soulside journey that can only be described as cinematic. It is easy to think of the album as a soundtrack, each lengthy song broken down into a series of scenes from a movie that only exists in your mind’s eye. The film is filled with panoramic views of moonlit valleys and tall gnarled trees, but it’s centerpiece is a great black lake, where the bodies of the slain dwell below the surface and nithing poles line the haunted shore.

The album’s rich analog production offers up some of the year’s most enthralling sonics. It is a pure joy to bathe one’s ears in such an earthy, organic-sounding metal album in this era of over-compression and “loudness wars”. Of course, production means nothing without great performances, and Marrow of the Spirit suffers no shortage of stellar musicianship. John Haughm’s vocals are some of his most diverse and intense yet. Haughm and Don Anderson’s imaginative guitar-work is in top form whether unleashing scathing tremolo riffs or soothing clean tones. New drummer Aesop Dekker (also of Ludicra) suits the band well, bringing a more aggressive and violent rhythmic approach to the table along with bassist Jason William Walton.

Indeed, Agalloch is one of those rare modern metal bands that can truly be called unique and with Marrow of the Spirit they’ve created a career defining album that largely defies description. I can’t wait to see where they take us next.

5. Vasaeleth – Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin (Profound Lore)
The year’s finest pure death metal album. Here’s what I said about Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin when I wrote about it for Sonic Frontiers(dot)net:

Possessed by evil and obsessed by morbidity. A bath in virgin’s blood and stale whiskey. The foul/sweet stench of demon weed. Two southern maniacs wielding buzzsaws and sledgehammers, high on Satan and the fumes of burning Incantation lps. This is Vasaeleth. This is Death Metal.

With their debut album Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin, guitarist/vocalist OA and drummer Antinom have created what might be the finest example of undiluted death metal to come out of the United States in years. I struggled for quite awhile to write a standard review of this release before finally coming to the realization that a far more in depth analysis was required. In my extensive listening to Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin, it became increasingly obvious with each spin that Vasaeleth is not a band that can be summed up in a mere 500 words.

On the surface, the band’s setup is deceptively simple. Two dyed-in-the-wool diehards cranking out slabs of bludgeoning, atmospheric and evil-sounding music, tapping directly into the primordial ooze of American death metal, the same vile wellspring from which the aforementioned Incantation, as well as Autopsy, Obituary, Death, et al were formed, we’re talking about the goddamn fountainhead here. A defiant, deliberate fist in the face of the bloated, pro-tools parody that death metal has become over the course of the last decade. No studio slickness, no technical wank-offs, no bullshit and no fucking compromise. Nothing but two men locked in the throes of ultimate death worship through complete and total musical annihilation.

But willful musical primitivism is just one facet of what Vasaeleth brings to the embalming table. The band creates and maintains a deathly atmosphere throughout Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin that is timeless in its creeping malevolence. This goes beyond the superficial blood/guts/zombies axis that most modern death metal centers itself around, even beyond the deeper Lovecraftian concepts that make bands like Portal so intriguing. Vasaeleth take the “Only Death is Real” adage to heart, invoking something much more tangible with their ritual. The United States as a country is too young to have any widespread traditions or lore honoring death, no festivals of Samhain, no Wild Hunt/Oskorei, but these are the sorts of feelings Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin taps into directly. The timeless sense of the macabre that only the grave itself can inspire, not some low-rent splatter film, or even a masterful piece of horrific prose. Perhaps the invention of death metal is our contribution to this ancient custom? This is a question too large to be addressed in the span and scope of a single column, but it is nonetheless something that crossed my mind more than once while listening to this album, the idea of death metal as a sort of dark, twisted roots music or Americana, like Robert Johnson’s devil and death-obsessed delta blues, heavily distorted and taken to its unholy and illogical conclusion.

Indeed it is easy to think of Vasaeleth as a pair of preservationists or curators, keeping alive the mores of death metal’s primeval foundation. While there has long been a desire to maintain orthodoxy within the black metal genre, death metal has largely suffered from a continued trajectory towards the mainstream (whether or not people care to admit it), resulting in a lot of music with questionable integrity, as the style continues to be co-opted, crossbred and rubbed squeeky-clean for mass consumption by people who have no business being involved with it in the first place. While “bigger”, largely European bands such as Vader and Bolt Thrower have weathered the trends and kept trad-death alive in the eyes and ears of the metal militia, they won’t be around forever and new blood is required. Some will probably argue that there have always been traditional or “oldschool” death metal bands keeping the flame alive in the darkest depths of the underground, but what good are they doing the genre if only twelve geeks on an internet message board have heard them? By partnering with a well-regarded label such as Profound Lore, Vasaeleth are bringing the fight to maintain the tenets of true death metal right to the frontlines instead of hiding under a worm-ridden rock.

Let me switch gears here and stop myself before I go any further towards turning this piece into some sort of academic/philosophical dissertation. I’ve barely scratched the surface of what Vasaeleth actually sounds like. Doom-infused, traditional death metal positively soaked in a cavernous, smoked-out production scheme, as if it were recorded several years ago and then buried in the local cemetery to achieve the proper amount of grime and decrepitude. The songs themselves lurch from dying-man’s crawl to furious, ultra-violent bludgeon, and in spite of their short lengths have an eerie, labyrinthine quality, as if you’re wandering through the echoing halls of endless pitch-black catacombs. Yet in spite of all this, Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin still maintains a “two dudes playing in a room together, banging out songs” vibe, even if that room is the antechamber of a mausoleum. There is a crusty sense of wreckless abandon here, not exactly punk rock per se, but a very similar “fuck you” attitude, going back to the “fist in the face of modern death metal” element I touched upon earlier. It’s in the gnarly ‘n’ nauseating guitar tone, in the drums that sound like they’re being bashed into oblivion and in OA’s hoarse reverbed-to-hell roar. OA and Antinom take their death metal seriously and could obviously care less what the climate of modern extreme music is, and this recalcitrant mindset is a huge part of what makes the album so damn compelling.

The only thing even close to a flaw that I can find with Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin is that it leaves you craving more. I would very much like to hear even more material from this talented duo. Vasaeleth captures the zeitgeist of the current resurgence of “real death metal” that seems to be boiling over within the underground, from the sepulchral skull/spider crypt-womb that adorns the album’s cover to the subterranean hymns to morbidity found within. To use another German term, Vasaeleth have created a fetid gesamtkunstwerk, such is the totality of vision and purpose. In listening to Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin and gazing upon the lyrics and artwork, you’re completely given over to the hands of death, in the fucking icy black clutches.

Ultimately, Crypt Born & Tethered to Ruin is not just another album I listened to and enjoyed. It is a statement of intent crafted by two musicians dedicated to keeping one of extreme music’s most time-honored traditions alive. It is a curse upon all who have attempted to turn death metal into a punchline or a fad. It is one of the finest modern representations of what American death metal can and should be in 2010.

6. Vomitor – Devils Poison (Hells Headbangers)
In 2010, no other metal album said sleazy, filthy and fucked quite like Devils Poison. Vomitor grabbed the punishing death-thrash sound that Australia seems to have on lockdown by the balls and took it even further into realms of all-out gnarliness. My wife once said that listening to Venom’s Black Metal conjured visions in her head of being strung out on heroin in a dark, trash-strewn garage. She might have been talking about a completely different band, but I think that description also works well for Devils Poison… I wish I had thought of it myself!

Scuzzy, morbid and Satanic, Vomitor’s amalgamation of styles makes for some of the finest bestial metal out there. Although the band aren’t re-inventing the wheel by any stretch of the imagination, they still manage to be distinctive, and there’s something utterly infectious about their crude proto-death metal. The sound of Devils Poison recalls a time when the lines between genres were not so well defined (think early Death and Possessed), when death metal was still a festering sore on thrash metal’s crotch. I think I also hear a little VON and Beherit in there as well, and that’s never a bad thing.

I encountered two members of Vomitor during my metal-related journalistic endeavors in 2010. Read my brief but hilarious interview with Vomitor vocalist/guitarist Death Dealer HERE. Read my Australian metal scene report for Invisible Oranges featuring Vomitor drummer Marcus Hellkunt HERE.

7. Electric Wizard – Black Masses (Rise Above)
The Wizard returned unexpectedly in 2010, leading their fanatics on yet another slow motion funeral march towards the skull-bong of Satan with Black Masses.

Picking up where 2007′s Witchcult Today left off, Electric Wizard have become catchier than the herpes you picked up while shagging the Leslie Van Houten-look-alike hippie chick that got your candy-ass stoned out of your gourd on the demon-weed, but they’re still as nightmarishly psychedelic as a trip on the infamous brown acid. Bathed in a hazy production scheme that is the audial equivalent of hot-boxing in the back of a hearse, the album is thick with evil, druggy atmosphere and freaky sonics.

Black Masses might just be the strongest album Electric Wizard have released since the post-Let Us Prey lineup shift. Their songs have become more coherent over the years, yet they’ve sacrificed none of their trademark heaviness.

I don’t want to say too much on this one… full review coming soon!

8. Triptykon – Eparistera Daimones (Century Media/Prowling Death)
I don’t think anyone was more bummed than I was when Celtic Frost disintegrated for the second time in 2008. I even wrote a eulogy. I remember how grateful I was to have had the chance to see them in concert and to have spent many a late night soaking in the despair and malevolence of their swansong and finest moment, the suffocatingly heavy Monotheist.

Little did I know that Tom G. Warrior was only down and not out as a result of Celtic Frost’s breakup. This year he returned with Triptykon, a band that is even heavier and darker than Celtic Frost at the height of their powers. In fact, Eparistera Daimones might just be 2010′s heaviest album, both sonically and emotionally. Warrior channelled all his anger, frustration and depression into music that is truly capable of harnessing dark energies, burrowing its way into your skull as it crushes it into dust.

Eparistera Daimones is many things. A creative rebirth for Warrior, a chance for the young musicians he has surrounded himself with to prove themselves, and a 10 ton “fuck you” to everyone that said he couldn’t do it. Most importantly, it’s a great album and a welcome return.

Read my interview with Triptykon guitarist V. Santura HERE.

Read my full review of Eparistera Daimones HERE.

9. Burzum – Belus (Byelobog)
For me, Varg Vikernes has always been a fascinating character and I was highly anticipating the return of Burzum. Here’s what I said about Belus when I wrote about it for Sonic Frontiers(dot)net:

Regardless of what you, I, or anyone else might think about Varg Vikernes the human being, it is undeniable that Varg Vikernes the musician and his work under the guise of Burzum casts a very, very long shadow over the modern black metal scene. No other artist has been more influential, plain and simple. Every prominent band from Wolves in the Throne Room to Drudkh to Xasthur, owes a piece of their sound to the man. The actions for which he became infamous outside of metal circles have absolutely no bearing whatsoever on what is arguably one of the finest, most timelessly cult back catalogues in the history of extreme music.

Which brings us to Burzum’s long awaited Belus, Vikernes’ first album in 11 years and first black metal album since 1996′s classic Filosofem (Vikernes released two ambient/electronic Burzum albums, Daudi Baldr and Hlidskjalf in ’97 and ’99, respectively). To say that I had been eagerly anticipating Belus, would be an understatement, as I seem to remember reading an article somewhere several years ago in which Vikernes stated that the next Burzum album would be a return to his black metal roots. But Belus isn’t just a mere “comeback album”, or “return to form”; these tired journalistic cliches aren’t an apt description. Instead, Belus is a lesson in the fundamental aesthetics of black metal by one of the genres’ true originators.

To these ears, Belus is a natural continuation and evolution of what Vikernes had begun exploring with Filosofem. As with previous Burzum albums, the guitars are rubbed raw, yet rife with interesting tonal/textural qualities, making Vikernes’ singular fretwork ithe album’s natural focal point (as it should be). The same driving, repetitive tremolo riffing and minimalist approach to composition are present and accounted for on Belus, albeit with a much different production scheme than that of Filosofem. I have always been fascinated by the way in which Vikernes uses the guitar to create ambience and atmosphere, a hypnotic, droning soundscape that so many have tried (and largely failed) to re-create. His riffs and compositional approach are what makes Burzum a truly transcendent listening experience.

As for the aforementioned production, Belus was recorded at the legendary Grieghallen, the studio largely responsible for shaping the sonics of Norwegian black metal. The sound is full and modern yet rough-around the edges, with the guitars prominent in the mix over a very solid foundation of bass and drums. The vocals are some of the most diverse ever to appear on a Burzum recording, ranging from a venomous blackened rasp to spoken-word passages to clean singing and chanting. The madman’s shriek that characterized Vikernes’ early works is nowhere to be found, possibly the result of a more mature and varied overall approach. Also gone are the ambient/synth interludes, and one can’t help but imagine that perhaps Vikernes interest in the keyboard might have waned significantly after having released two albums of entirely synthesized music. This allows Vikernes to focus on his formidable strengths as a guitarist and composer, easily making Belus the most focused Burzum recording to date.

Highlights throughout the album are many, from the hypnotic black doom of “Belus Doed” to the thrashy and aggressive one-two punch of “Sverddans” and “Keliohesten”, but it is the final two tracks, “Morgenroede” and “Belus’ Tilbakekomst (Konklusjon)”, that are among some of the finest pieces of music Vikerenes has ever written. These two songs bleed into one another to create what Burzum has seemingly been striving for since Hvis Lyset Tar Oss and very nearly perfected on Filosofem; black metal re-cast as a totally immersive, almost metaphysical exploration of pure sound.

Lyrically, Belus is Vikernes’ interpretation of the story of the Norse god Baldr, a deity associated with light, happiness and love. While this might not seem like typical fodder for a black metal album, Baldr’s story is actually quite dark. His death is a linchpin of Norse Myth, the first in a chain of events that brings about Ragnarok, or the destruction of the gods. Baldr is later reborn to rule the new world which is born from the ashes of Ragnarok, following a cataclysmic battle. Since there has yet to be an English translation of Belus‘ lyrics, I cannot comment on how Vikernes’ own words relate to the classical story. It is tempting to compare the tale of Belus to Vikernes’ personal history, but of course this idea is difficult to explore further without access to the translated lyrics.

Overall, Belus is a more than successful resurrection for Burzum and a highly satisfying listening experience for longtime followers of Vikernes’ work. Although Burzum will always be a source of debate within the metal scene and garner more than its fair share of detractors, those willing to approach Belus with open minds and ears will find it easy to become lost interminably within the elegiac soundscapes Vikernes so effortlessly creates. Fear the return.

10. Integrity – The Blackest Curse (Deathwish Inc.)
For me, Integrity is the only hardcore band that matters. While others in the genre obsess over how tough they are and “keeping it real”, Integrity mastermind Dwid Hellion is releasing Charles Manson recordings, collaborating with Boyd Rice and espousing the virtues of the The Process Church of the Final Judgement. Sorry folks, but I’ll take doomsday cults and mass murderers any day over some d-bag in a backwards baseball hat bitching at me about straightedge.

The fact that The Blackest Curse actually sounds like the apocalypse doesn’t hurt. I’ve never seen Integrity live, but I imagine literal hellfire and brimstone spewing out of Hellion’s mouth whenever he unleashes his trademark scorched-throat bellow. The rest of the band is equally devastating, delivering a blistering take on metallic hardcore with bits of doom and even some black metal thrown in for good measure. The album is an all-out assault, the sound of the world crashing down around your ears and demons rising up from the Earth to drag you back down into the bowels of the fiery pit with them.

If the world does end in my lifetime, I’ll just need three things: a bottle of whiskey, a shotgun and a copy of The Blackest Curse.

You can read my review of The Blackest Curse for Invisible Oranges HERE.

11. Blood Revolt – Indoctrine (Profound Lore)
While other metal bands obsess over grade school level Dungeons & Dragons-style flights of fancy or faux-Satanic necro-drivel, Blood Revolt deals in life’s harshest realities on their debut album. Easily the most lyrically extreme recording of 2010, vocalist AA Nemtheanga (also of Primordial) weaves a tale of religious fanaticism and terrorism as told from the deranged perpetrator’s perspective. The accompanying sonics provided by Axis of Advance/Revenge men Chris Ross and J. Read are equally intense and harrowing.

Although the coupling of Nemtheanga’s soaring, diverse vocals with Ross and Read’s down ‘n’ dirty black metal battery might seem like an odd one at first, its unorthodox brilliance becomes readily apparent once you put your preconceptions aside and dive headfirst into Blood Revolt’s disturbed world. In listening to Indoctrine, I assumed it was meant to be a cautionary tale about the dangers inherent in the religious fanaticism we increasingly see all around us. However, Nemtheanga set me straight, explaining that the album does not judge the fanatical character it follows and in fact could be seen as praise for his dedication and sacrifice. The fact that there is no catharsis, no “happy ending”, only death makes the album that much more terrifying.

You can read my interview with Nemtheanga and Chris Ross HERE.

12. Cauldron Black Ram – Slubberdegullion (Weird Truth Productions)
Yaaaaargh, mateys! Here be the finest pirate metal album ever to sail the seven seas! If ye be unfamiliar with the cursed vessel known only as Cauldron Black Ram and the dusty old tome known as Slubberdegullion, then it be high time for you an’ me to parlay.

Ya see, Slubberdegullion tells the tale of a salty sea-dog who goes by the name of Black Douglass. A proper scoundrel by all accounts, Douglass is quick with the blunderbuss, right deadly with a cutlass and a practitioner of the black arts when not out whoring and guzzling down rum. Indeed, his is a tale fraught with unspeakable olde evil.

Alright, alright… I’ll cut the pirate talk. But it must be said that Slubberdegullion is one of the most atmospheric, gnarly and downright fucking weird death metal albums of 2010, or any other year for that matter. This is filthy, gritty, disturbed pirate metal with none of the silly hollywood business that some other buccaneer-centric bands are slinging around the scene. A death metal concept album about piracy might sound ridiculous, but I promise that if you check out Slubberdegullion with an open mind (and ears), you won’t be disappointed.

Read my review of Slubberdegullion HERE.

Read my interview with Cauldron Black Ram bassist/vocalist Ishum HERE.

13. Dawnbringer – Nucleus (Profound Lore)
Dawnbringer’s Nucleus is a denim ‘n’ leather-clad odyssey to the center of the mind. Whereas other trad-metal albums come off as consciously retro excuses to drink bear and headbang, Nucleus takes you on a fucking journey. This probably has something to do with the fact that rather than re-hashing third-hand Maiden and Priest riffs, Dawnbringer turns oldschool heavy metal on its head by adding in elements of black metal and doom, not to mention a Motorhead-like sense of urgency.

Then again, Dawnbringer mastermind Chris Black being a metal lifer might be the most important piece of the puzzle. Dude wrote for Metal Maniacs, runs his own label/distro (Planet Metal) and is also affiliated with Nachtmystium, High Spirits, Pharoah and Superchrist. Black eats, breathes and sleeps this shit like it’s no big deal.

Whatever the case, Black’s unique vision drives Nucleus to heights that are rarely reached by traditional metal bands, making it one of the year’s most enthralling listens. No other album made me fantasize about blowing up my office.

You can read my full review of Nucleus HERE.

14. Enforcer – Diamonds (Heavy Artillery)
…And speaking of consciously retro, beer drinkin’, head bangin’, fist raisin’, traditional metal albums, here we have Enforcer with their sophomore effort, Diamonds. Sure they might look like chicks, but these guys bring the trad-metal thunder with balls (to the wall?!) of steel!

What we have here is NWOBHM worship with hooks, hooks and more hooks. Sure, there might be a hint of cheese involved in what Enforcer does, but rest assured that they are great songwriters first and foremost. If tracks like “Midnight Vice”, “Katana” and “Running in Menace” don’t get stuck in your head the minute you hear them, you might as well cut up your metal membership card and chuck it in the trash.

I’m not saying this quintet is the next Judas Priest, but with Halford and Co. bowing out of the metal game next year, there is no time like the present for young bands like Enforcer to ratchet things up a few notches and prove their worth. If Diamonds is anything to go by, these Swedes have one hell of a bright future.

15. Ghost – Opus Eponymous (Rise Above)
To be honest, I’m not even sure what Ghost does can be classified as metal (in fact, I had to stop thinking about the band in terms of metal to fully appreciate them). To me it sounds more like Mercyful Fate and Blue Oyster Cult-damaged, highly Satanic pop music. Unlike most metalheads out there, I don’t have a problem admitting that I’m a full-on sucker for a good pop hook and trust me, Ghost hits that deliciously catchy sweet spot again and again throughout Opus Eponymous.

The band hails from Sweden, but their membership is unknown. They appear on stage clad in black hoods and cloaks, with the singer wearing an amazing-looking undead pope outfit (Ah, theatricality, another thing I’m a sucker for). The sense of mystery surrounding the band only adds to their appeal, though I can’t imagine this wonderful secret lasting forever in the age of the internet.

Opus Eponymous explores the Satanic and the saccharine in equal measure and that’s what make it such a great album. I don’t really get some of the comparisons being thrown at them or the fact that some are calling them black metal, but that doesn’t make me enjoy them any less.

Stay tuned to THKD in early 2011 for a more complete discussion of Ghost.

16. Hooded Menace – Never Cross the Dead (Profound Lore)
Shambling out of the grave under a cover of thick fog, Hooded Menace dropped the goddamn hammer of doom on the unsuspecting metal masses in 2010 with their second album, Never Cross the Dead. This thing is just beyond crushing, in fact it’s some of the heaviest, most suffocating music I’ve ever had the pleasure of listening to. Hey, did I mention it’s heavy?

But what is really mesmerizing about Hooded Menace’s death/doom trip below the decks of the blind dead’s ghost galleon is how catchy it is. Like several of the other albums mentioned on this list, this one’s got mad hooks. Big, sharp hooks that tear into your flesh, lodge themselves in your skull, and then yank out your brains so that the undead may feast.  Never Cross the Dead is oldschool death/doom to the bone, but the masterful melodies that come crawling out of the album place Hooded Menace (severed) head and shoulders above the legions of bands currently attempting this style.

Hooded Menace started playing live shows this year. They also acquired a new vocalist, which to be honest kind of bummed me out, since guitarist Lasse Pyykko’s deep, cavernous vox are among Never Cross the Dead‘s highlights. It will be interesting to see how these factors change the band in 2011.

You can read my interview w/ Hooded Menace’s Lasse Pyykko HERE.

17. Blasphemophagher – For Chaos, Obscurity and Desolation (NWN!)
“Bestial” black/death metal bands are a dime a dozen these days. Seriously, there are more low-rent, lo-fi bands out there ripping off Blasphemy, Beherit and Sarcofago now than ever before. Luckily we’ve got Blasphemophagher to show them how it’s fucking done with For Chaos, Obscurity and Desolation.

These nuclear-powered Italians are so far ahead of the bestial metal curve, just about every other band out there might as well throw their hands up and quit with a resounding “fuck it” after hearing them. Blasphemophagher are requisitely violent, gnarly and over-the-top evil, but they possess several traits that push them above and beyond. For starters, For Chaos, Obscurity and Desolation doesn’t sound like it was recorded on a Fisher Price tape recorder inside a garbage can. Secondly, these guys write actual SONGS with things like VARIATION and DYNAMICS. Finally and most importantly, they have RIFFS instead of guitars that sound like an angry hornet’s nest.

Yes, Blasphemophagher are the kings of the current wave of bestial nucleargoatvomitphago bands, so if you’re looking for an atomic ass-kicking, you could do hell of a lot worse than For Chaos, Obscurity and Desolation. You have been warned.

18. Autopsy – The Tomb Within (Peaceville)
How did a twenty minute ep end up on the best metal albums of 2010 list? It’s fucking AUTOPSY, that’s how. The gruesome foursome crams more oldschool death metal depravity into a meager five songs than most bands can muster over the course of an entire album. Drummer/vocalist Chris Reifert sounds like he’s possessed for chrissakes!

There are a lot of new-jack DM bands out there trying to do the oldschool sound, but it’s kind of hard to be bothered with them when the dudes who invented this shit are back in business. The Tomb Within is a great teaser for the inevitable new full length Autopsy will (hopefully) be releasing in 2011 and a testament to the power of the ep format.

Read my review of The Tomb Within HERE.

Read my interview with drummer/vocalist Chris Reifert HERE.

19. Aborym – Psychogrotesque (Season of Mist)
At this point, my dislike of industrial black metal is well-documented. With the notable exception of The Axis of Perdition (and even they fucked things up royally with their last album), the execution of the genre never lived up to my admittedly lofty expectations.

Then Psychogrotesque showed up in my inbox. Even though I could never get into Aborym in the past, I’ve always felt they had a lot of potential. This is the album that lives up to that potential. Band leader Malfeitor weaves a twisted narrative set in an insane asylum, with help from the likes of Karyn Crisis (Crisis) and Davide Tiso (Ephel Duath). Rooted in traditional black metal but infused with a sense of the futuristic that never comes off as cheesy or contrived. It’s a digital nightmare you can’t escape from.

Read my review of Psychogrotesque HERE.

20. Monster Magnet – Mastermind (Napalm Records)
During the ’90s, Monster Magnet ringleader Dave Wyndorf made a name for himself and his band by taking drugs to make music to take drugs to. This culminated in the utterly unfuckwithable Dopes To Infinity, an album that saw Monster Magnet go into mind-altering overdrive; a cannabis and LSD-fuelled interstellar mothership with controls set for the heart of the black hole.  Monster Magnet hit it big with the subsequent Powertrip (featuring ubiquitous single “Spacelord”), but after that Wyndorf fell deeper into addiction and seemingly lost the plot, releasing the painfully mediocre God Says No and Monolithic Baby, poorly conceived/received albums that failed to re-ignite my excitement for the band. To this day I still haven’t heard 4-Way Diablo, and I don’t know that I ever intend to.

Enter 2010 and Monster Magnet is back with Mastermind, an album that does live up to one of the most dreaded (and misused) phrases in all of music journalism: “return to form”. Wyndorf has brought back the drugged out, cosmic super-rock to the point that you’d think Napalm Records might’ve plied him with a truckload of whiskey, a mountain of dope and a bunch of weird sex with Liv Kristine. No matter what the case, the results are fucking stellar, from the opening doom riffage of “Hallucination Bomb” to the infectious refrains of “Gods and Punks” “Dig that Hole” and the title track.

In a world where mainstream rock has degenerated into a pile of limp-wristed, myspace-sponsored bullshit, we need bands like Monster Magnet more than ever. So raise your glasses to Wyndorf, who just might be the last real American rock god.

Honorable Mentions:
1349 – Demonoir (Prosthetic)
Atheist – Jupiter (Season of Mist)
Castevet – Mounds of Ash (Profound Lore)
Children of Technology – It’s Time to Face the Doomsday (Hells Headbangers)
Christian Mistress – Agony & Opium (20 Buck Spin)
Coffinworm – When All Became None (Profound Lore)
The Crown – Doomsday King (Century Media)
Denouncement Pyre – World Cremation (Hells Headbangers)
Diabolic – Excisions of Exorcisms (Deathgasm)
Enslaved – Axioma Ethica Odini (Nuclear Blast)
Early Graves – Goner (Ironclad)
Furze – Reaper Subconscious Guide (Agonia)
Heathen – The Evolution of Chaos (Mascot)
High on Fire – Snakes for the Divine (E1)
Horseback – The Invisible Mountain (Relapse)
Istapp – Blekinge (Metal Blade)
Kylesa – Spiral Shadow (Season of Mist)
Ludicra – The Tenant (Profound Lore)
Prosanctus Inferi – Pandemonic Ululations of Vesperic Palpitation (Hells Headbangers)
Salome – Terminal (Profound Lore)
Satanic Warmaster – Nachzehrer (Werewolf Records)
The Sequence of Prime – Virion (Corporatedemon)
Slough Feg – The Animal Spirits (Profound Lore)
StarGazer – A Great Work of Ages (Profound Lore)
Thou – Summit (Gilead Media)
Watain – Lawless Darkness (Season of Mist)
Weapon – From the Devil’s Tomb (Ajna)
Witchrist – Beheaded Ouroborus (Invictus Productions)
Yakuza – Of Seismic Consequence (Profound Lore)

BEST NON METAL ALBUM:

Man’s Gin – Smiling Dogs (Profound Lore)
Is there anything Erik Wunder can’t do musically? In 2009, he created the year’s best metal album in the form of Cobalt’s Gin. In 2010 he gives us Smiling Dogs, an alcohol-soaked, end-of-days folk album that was one of my favorite overall releases of 2010. It is also my wife’s album of the year. Her taste is impeccable.

Drawing from influences ranging from Nick Cave and Tom Waits to Hunter S. Thompson and Ernest Hemingway, Wunder taps into the dark underbelly of Americana to create an album that is eerie and gothic, but also catchy and strangely fun to listen to. It’s a drunken sing-a-long while the sun sets and the nukes tumble out of the sky.

You can read my full review of Smiling Dogs HERE.

Honorable Mentions:
Killing Joke – Absolute Dissent (Spinefarm)
Salem – King Night (Iamsound)
The Terrible Airplane – 2012 (self released)
Cee Lo Green – The Ladykiller (Elektra)
Daft Punk – Tron: Legacy OST (Disney)

BEST GUILTY PLEASURE:

Rob Zombie – Hellbilly Deluxe II (Roadrunner)
Alright, I’m totally fucking with you. I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. I like Hellbilly Deluxe II and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Guilty pleasures are for chickenshits that don’t have the balls to put their tr00 kvlt guard down and admit that a band/artist that doesn’t revolve around the extreme metal axis is worth listening to. I’ve been a Rob Zombie fan since White Zombie’s La Sexorcisto… days. I remember going over to a friend’s house and listening to “Thunderkiss ’65″ over and over and over again and being blown away every time by its gutter-psych alterno-metal freak-out.

Anyway, Zombie’s post-White Zombie work has never really had that rawness, that hunger that La Sexorcisto… (and prior albums) possessed in spades, but Hellbilly Deluxe II goes a long way towards recapturing it. Zombie ditches a lot of the electronic bells and whistles that characterized his previous solo work in favor of a grittier, more organic sound, and it works wonders here. The fact that his songwriting has never been better, even if it isn’t quite as fried ‘n’ freaky-deaky as White Zombie’s early work, also helps tremendously.

Top Shows of 2010
Actually, I didn’t go to enough shows in 2010 to warrant a list. Regardless, one of my personal metal highlights of the year would have to be seeing Megadeth play Rust in Peace in it’s entirety, followed by Slayer playing Seasons in the Abyss. Both of these albums were very important to me as a young metalhead and both remain among my all-time favorites. Megadeth’s instrumental precision and sheer riffage stole the show, but Slayer more than held there own, armed with classics like “War Ensemble” and “Dead Skin Mask”. For one night in 2010, I was thirteen years old all over again, and it felt great.

Well folks, that wraps it up for THKD’s best of 2010 extravaganza. Expect a lot of great new content in 2011, including interviews with Furze and Children of Technology, reviews of Mitochondrion, Sabre and Wrnlrd + all the usual grouchiness and bitching you’ve come to expect… because that’s how kids die.

I’d like to thank my beautiful wife Krista, my family and friends, Chris Bruni and Profound Lore, Dave and Liz at Earsplit, Nathan T. Birk, Cosmo Lee and Invisible Oranges, Umesh Amtey, Lauren and Season of Mist, Brian Rocha and Fresno Media, Michelle Ferraro, Vince and Kelly at Metal Blade, Brandon Duncan, Danhammer Obstkrieg and Spinal Tapdance, Atanamar Sunyata, Lars Gotrich and NPR, Steve57, Roger Lay, Clawhammer PR, Catharsis PR, everyone that has read THKD and/or left comments in 2010, all the facebook and twitter followers, all the bands that agreed to do interviews, all the bands and labels that took time out to send me their wares and everyone in general that has in any way supported or contributed to the growth of THKD.  I appreciate you all more than you know.  Good night and good luck.

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THKD News, notes and nonsense.

Well it’s that time of year where things slow down considerably for me in the writing department.  I typically like to take things easy around the holidays in order to spend time with family and get all the assorted nonsense that comes with the season squared away.  So, you probably won’t be seeing much new content here at the THKD bunker between now and the first week of January, when I unleash the THKD TOP 20 METAL ALBUMS OF 2010 extravaganza.  I know a lot of other sites are already putting up their top albums lists and such, but for me personally, it ain’t over ’til it’s over, as Yogi Berra once said.  I don’t like to publish my reflections on the year until that year has actually ended.  Besides, there’s always a chance that Satan Claws could put an awesome album in my stocking that totally changes the year-end rankings.

With that said, if you have sent me an album to review recently, please be patient.  Between the holiday headaches and THKD’s mammoth year-end post, I am quite busy at the moment.  But if I have promised you a review, I am a man of my word and will definitely get one.

In what can only be called shameless self promotion of the worst possible kind, I’d like to encourage everyone to check out the THKD facebook page.  In the past I had only been using it to put up links to my reviews and such here at THKD, but I’ve decided that there is a lot more that can be done with the facebook platform.  This means that I will be using the THKD FB page to post links to metal-related news that I find interesting, cool bands I have discovered that may or may not be seeing a write-up here and plenty of other random thoughts and musings about metal that don’t necessarily warrant a full-on post at the THKD site proper.  There is also a discussion board there, so feel free to start up a topic about what you’d like to see  on THKD, tips on cools bands I should be checking out, how badly you think my writing sucks, etc.  Whatever your little black hearts desire.

Here’s a link to the THKD FB page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Thats-How-Kids-Die/126905647342601 (I believe you have to be logged in to FB to access it, if this doesn’t work, just type That’s How Kids Die in the FB search box.)

Now is also a good time to note that I will no longer be updating the THKD myspace page.  As some of you may know, myspace recently went through a re-design that has rendered the site virtually unusable.  I don’t have the patience to deal with the shitfest that myspace has become, so if you’re a myspace friend of THKD, you might as well hop on the FB bandwagon.

Looking forward to the impending New Year, THKD already has a lot on tap.  I’m waiting on fresh interviews from Norwegian bizarro black metal practitioner Furze and Italian crust-metal road warriors Children of Technology.  I’ve also got reviews and write-ups in the pipeline featuring Wrnlrd, Sabre, Ghost and Kylesa.  I’m also very excited to talk about 2011′s first truly great death metal album, Mitochondrion’s Parasignosis.

So, although THKD is experiencing a bit of a Holiday hangover, keep watching this space for a lot of rad new content, coming sooner than you think!

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The midnight of the soul: Triptykon’s Eparistera Daimones dissected.

Listening to Triptykon‘s Eparistera Daimones (Century Media/Prowling Death, 2010) is like running a marathon in a tar pit.  Try as you might to escape its sludgy abyss, there is no hope.  Before you know it, you’re in over your head, gasping for air, praying for the end to come.  Listening to it is a grueling, draining experience.  Of course I mean this in the best possible way.  These are the sorts of feelings good doom metal can and should elicit, and Eparistera Daimones is most certainly a doom album, a blackened, harrowing take on the genre that effortlessly drags the listener down into its cavernous depths.

By now, the ugly dissolution of Celtic Frost has been well documented.  But who could have expected guitarist/vocalist/dethroned emperor Tom G. Warrior to rise out of the ashes with such great vengeance and furious anger?  Indeed, Eparistera Daimones sounds like Warrior spent not months or years, but eons harnessing his hatred into seething waves of pure sonic destruction, conjured to devastate anything standing in his way. Put the album on and you can almost cut through the rage and contempt coming out of the speakers with a chainsaw.  There is an old, familiar cliche that says revenge is a dish best served cold, but Eparistera Daimones burns with real emotion; Warrior doesn’t just wear his heart on his sleeve, he violently rips it out of his chest and sets it on fire.

It is telling that the album’s lyrics are referred to as epistles in the liner notes. Epistle is a term typically associated with the New Testament, referring to a formal letter addressed to a group of people (i.e. The First Letter of Paul to the Corinthians, etc.).  These letters consist of the writer’s teachings and are often read during a mass.  Warrior’s diatribes read like a twisted sermon, recounting his own emotional/musical life, death and resurrection, complete with allusions to the biblical character of Lazarus (“Abyss Within My Soul”). However, it is clear from the opening lines of “Goetia” (“Satan, savior, father, constructor of my world.”) that Warrior’s salvation comes via intervention that is anything but divine.  Taken as a whole, the album is a black mass, a curse upon the houses of all those who tried to block Warrior’s artistic quest for the truth.

Sonically speaking, Eparistera Daimones is one of the heaviest albums you’re likely to hear this year.  Warrior’s trademark Celtic Frost guitar tone is completely intact, and has grown darker and heavier with age.  His vocals are some of the most aggressive he’s ever put to tape, dripping with venom.  Second guitarist V. Santura (whom I interviewed here) colors in and around Warrior’s hefty power chords, adding myriad layers of texture and heaviness.  Bassist Vanja Slajh and drummer Norman Lonhard lock together to forge the molten rhythmic magma, the heaving backbone over which Warrior and Santura deliver their distorted sorcery.  Produced, engineered and mixed/mastered by Warrior and Santura, the album sounds modern but doesn’t suffer from the over-compression and soulless gloss that plague most contemporary metal recordings.  Songs and individual instruments are allowed to breathe in spite of its overall density.

Eparistera Daimones is over an hour long and generally sticks to the slower end of the tempo spectrum, yet remains compelling from start to finish, and is best experienced as a whole.  As you might have gathered from my review of the recent Dawnbringer album, I’m a fan of recordings that can take you on journey.  Whereas Dawnbringer’s Nucleus is a heavy metal fever dream, Eparistera Daimones is a waking nightmare that isn’t your own.  It is a full-on experience, not just a piece of music that you can casually throw on the stereo.  I take a strange comfort in being immersed in Warrior’s personal hell, in his fury and pathos.  Instead of wallowing, Warrior gains inner strength from exorcising these demons, and I think that I gain some from listening.

In today’s metal landscape, it is difficult to find music that can transport you, music that challenges, music that speaks to you on a deeper level.  Triptykon has tapped into that rare metallic midnight of the soul with Eparistera Daimones. Only death is real.

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Rant: I wish I could vomit blood on you… people.

For the most part, I try to keep things positive here at the THKD bunker.  I only review albums that I would recommend to someone else, or at the very least albums that open themselves up to interesting thoughts and discussions (see the recently reviewed Raunchy album).  I don’t single out bands or individuals I don’t like, tempting though it may be.  I only let my grouchiness come through on rare occasions, such as my responses to Brandon Duncan’s questions in our dual interview, or in my piece on the sorry state of metal journalism.

But more often than not, I can’t help but get the feeling the majority of metal is turning into something I don’t want to be a part of.  Thanks to social networking and the internet in general, metal has become infested with the kind of name-dropping, backslapping industry scumbags that the culture set out to destroy in the first place.  I’m not naming names, but when I see so-called “journalists” and “publicists” bragging about what bands they’re partying with or what sweet promos they’re listening to while partying with said bands, I feel like I want to start vomiting and never stop.  No one in the world cares about who you know and who you blow.

No, I’m not jealous.  I’ve met my share of bands, interviewed “big names” and gotten my share of sweet promos in the mail.  I don’t feel the need to go on and on (and on) about it on myspace/facebook/twitter/etc though.  Yes, vanity has crept into metal like a particularly nasty case of syphilis.  The ego stroking even happens in print, thanks to a slew of writers who think that just because they have a widely read opinion, this somehow makes them “cool” or “elite”.  Reviews don’t matter when anyone can go on the internet, google an album and download it instantly for free (In fact, it is probably thanks to these “writers” that albums leak before their release dates).

What does matter in the internet age is conversation, dialogue and interaction.  The lines of communication between bands, journalists and fans can and should be wide open thanks to the internet.  No one is going to want to interact with you if you come off like an elitist asshole and a braggart, except for other elitist assholes and braggarts.  Maybe I’m just getting old and bitter, but as someone who writes about metal because they love it, I find reading these self-serving reviews/articles/blogs/tweets/whatthefuckever extremely hard to take.  I’ve been doing this for a few years now, and I’m still humbled by and grateful for the fact that bands are willing to talk to me about their art, labels are willing to send me albums to review and other fans and writers are interested enough in what I have to say to interact with me.

Journalists with superiority complexes aren’t the only ones getting under my skin.  I love the many publicists I work with (Earsplit, Clawhammer, Fresno, Nathan Birk, etc) to keep the new content flowing for THKD.  Without them, this site wouldn’t be half of what it is.  But, there are some I refuse to work with, and it’s for a good reason.  I understand it is the publicist’s job to entice me to write about whatever band/label/etc they happen to be pimping at the time.  But a good publicist, like the ones mentioned above, understands the tastes and demeanors of the folks they’re working with, and bases their interactions on that knowledge.  When someone sends me e-mail after e-mail acting like I owe them a favor, asking me to cover a band that anyone who reads one post on THKD could tell I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, that’s a good way to forget about getting any coverage on my site.  I will decide what bands are covered on THKD and I’m not going to compromise my own integrity or stroke your ego by writng about some shit band as a “favor” to someone I don’t even know. Get a fucking clue.

Unfortunately, many metal review sites don’t know the meaning of the word “integrity” and are more than happy to partake in the giant circle jerk that is the metal industry.  Did some of these sites ever stop to think that if they stopped reviewing all the terrible and mediocre shit labels pumped out, maybe it would help re-instill some level of quality control?  Some sites, like Invisible Oranges have wisely embraced the philosophy of only writing about releases that are “good” or will open up a dialogue.  I wish more sites would follow this template, as ignoring an album altogether says a lot more about its quality than wasting valuable time and energy to write an unfavorable review.  Maybe the labels would take notice if this happened, but I fear that most of them are so out of touch that it probably wouldn’t make a dent.

There are some extremely high quality labels, like Profound Lore, Hell’s Headbangers and Nuclear War Now! that are obvious labors of love and show genuine care for the music, the releases and the fans.  Some of the larger labels on the other hand, pump out records like widgets coming out of a factory.  The fact that 4th and 5th tier metalcore/deathcore bands have record deals is undeniable proof that bigger labels are more interested in flooding the market with crap in an effort to turn a quick buck than they are in investing in quality artists who make music that will stand the test of time.  I’ve been told that labels have to release a certain amount of albums every year in order to get a distribution deal.  Apparently, this is how distribution companies decide if it is a “good” label, encouraging quantity over quality.

The fact that there are approximately 51 billion shitty metal bands out there hoping one of these labels will snap them up certainly doesn’t help.  If most of these terrible bands would do the world a favor and break up, we wouldn’t have some of this problem.  99.9% of metal bands need to just get it through their thick heads that they’re never going to be the next Iron Maiden, Cannibal Corpse, Napalm Death or whatever the fuck it is they aspire to and call it a day.  Trust me, the world would be a better place for it.  The more low quality bands there are, the better the chances of low quality bands getting signed to big labels and winding up in your local shops, iTunes and the radio.  It’s hard enough to find anything good to listen to without having to wade through an ocean of toxic feces.

Oh and by the way metal fans/listeners, you’re not off the hook either.  Not by a damn sight.  Some might say illegal downloading is killing metal, but I think it is the passive attitude of metal fans towards what they’re being spoon-fed that is quickly becoming the genre’s death knell.  By willingly putting up with this stuff, you’re giving labels, mags, zines, websites and musicians a free pass to fill your eyes and ears with steaming loads of crap.  All of us need to band together and say “Hell no, we aren’t going to take it anymore!”.  Don’t listen to it, don’t write about it, don’t download it, don’t buy it and don’t talk about it, even to say that it completely sucks.  It is time we took metal back from these fat cats, pig-fuckers and assorted blowhards and broke this vicious circle of bullshit.  It doesn’t belong to them, it never has and it never will.  It belongs to us.