Wayne Static died on November 1st, 2014. I can’t claim to have followed Static-X past their first few albums, but I’ve always considered their debut Wisconsin Death Trip to be one of the very few classic albums to emerge from the nu metal explosion of the late ’90s. That’s because the album had more to do with the industrialized grooves and cruel precision of earlier bands such as Ministry and Prong than it did with the Adidas-addled two-chord junk Korn and Limp Bizkit were peddling. In my History of Groove Metal feature, I wrote of the album:
Caligari Records strikes again! This time around the cassette label has unleashed a metric fuck-ton of black thrash from Sicilian sensation Bunker 66. These two tapes encompass the bulk of the band’s discography (with the exception of their 2014 full length, Screaming Rock Believers) and they’re likely the most fun you’ll have all year, giving recent releases from the likes of Children of Technology and Midnight a run for their money with some gnarly-as-all-get-out Motorhead/Venom/Celtic Frost worship.
I’m typically not one to post news, but when one of my talented friends releases a new project, that’s pretty big fucking news and more than worthy of a post. After a few years of silence on the musical front, my friend, collaborator and co-conspirator Brandon Duncan has finally unleashed Sterilizer. It’s twenty-five minutes of technological terror that spot-welds industrial and electronic music onto a stainless steel skeleton of razor-sharp thrash; think mid-nineties Die Krupps getting sodomized by late-eighties/early-nineties Ministry and you’re halfway there.
The album is available for streaming and paid download via Bandcamp, or as a limited edition cassette with two different cover art options (male or female). The tape is already going like gangbusters, so if you want it get on it, and pick up some of Herr Duncan’s incredible artwork while you’re at it. And be sure to tell ‘em THKD sent ya (insert maniacal Large Marge style laughter)!
Since releasing debut album Masterpiss of Pain back in 2001, Norway’s Khold have been constantly refining their patented brand of groove-laden, willfully primitive black metal. While some have criticized the band for their simplicity, I’ve long been a fan of their stripped down approach; their sound is not only instantly recognizable but also infectious as all get out, the riffs slowly boring their way into your brain and taking up residence therein for days or weeks on end. Til Endes is Khold’s sixth full-length release and it’s quite possibly the purest distillation of the band’s aesthetic to date.
How in the blue hell did I manage to get even this far into the THKD Top 100 without covering a Danzig album?! Granted, the list is in no particular order, but given my Danzig super-fan status, you’d think I would’ve touched on one of the man’s records within the first few posts. The bands/artists you love the most are always the most difficult to write about and let’s face it, I’ve already devoted a fairly exhaustive amount of digital ink to the goddamn mighty GD (here, here, here, here… need I go on?). What’s left to say about my love for the man and his music at this point?
Universal Consciousness, the label run by Andorkappen of Lord Time (aka Sandor GF of Harassor), is home to some seriously “out there” metal acts. Voci dal Passato, the debut full-length from Italy’s Tony Tears, might be the label’s weirdest release yet and a fine example of an outsider take on an established form within the metal paradigm. Originally released independently back in 2009 and finally getting the vinyl treatment here, it’s forty minutes of quasi-psychedelic traditional doom that’ll likely leave you scratching your head for the first few listens, yet will quickly endear itself to you due to its naive charm.
Before I ever heard even a single note from Scotland’s Party Cannon, I loved their shtick. With their Toys ‘R’ Us-esque logo and song titles like “There’s a Reason You’re Single” and “Tyrone, You Put that Sugar Down,” everything about them seemed to fly in the face of slam’s established gore-drenched norms, and it was refreshing to see a band poking fun at the genre from within. One might argue that this approach could cause them to be labelled a “joke band,” but it only takes a few listens to Party Cannon’s debut EP Partied in Half to know that these Scotsmen are dead serious about their slam.