The inspired will be inspired this will fuel the creations of the inspired for a long time. Part of that is because Kostnatení has created such a sprawling masterwork of a guitar-focused album.
When I wrote about it for the Black Market, I went through about 10 drafts, and I don't think I came close to explaining Úpal 's essence. Úpal is not an album experience that can be easily condensed into a blurb.
But, unlike some raw black metal that's only "raw" because its makers didn't want to put effort into their material, Certain Rapture is rich with solid hooks and everything is executed well. The simplicity has a pleasing punkiness, like if The Germs survived long enough to be ensorcelled by Bathory. Certain Rapture is raw black metal in the classic sense, pushing its levels into the red. If you like Plague Rage's scope of coverage, I feel pretty comfortable writing that you'll like what Hertzberg releases.Īnyway, it was nice to see Hexenschorf land on the always-reliable Fiadh Productions. Hertzberg hit me up a couple months back about All of the Blood, a catch-all Bandcamp for the artist's metallic experiments, and Wet Cassettes, a label that presses "weird dirty music for weird dirty people." I recommend both. But, while the times have changed, To Be Cruel is Khanate through and through, to the extent that its three songs marry the studio sonics of Clean Hands Go Foul to Khanate 's listener-obliterating unpredictable crescendos.Īscended Dead - Evenfall of the Apocalypse (20 Buck Spin)Īt the helm of Hexenschorf is Nicholas Hertzberg, a prolific explorer of extreme styles in many genres. Alan Dubin's hair-raising yell, which hasn't aged a bit, is certainly a good surrogate for my daily existential meltdowns, at least. After sitting on the sidelines for the duration of the undeniably heinous 2010s, this quartet's infamously agonizing drone doom might work even better now that we're stuck in the nuclear winter of reality imploding. Of course, it has been a bit since you've heard the deal. You know the deal: stretched-on-a-rack riffs, pained howls, lightning-strike flashes of percussion, and long stretches of near-silent void-staring that are heavier than most bands' loud bids for brutality. Khanate returns to provide the soundtrack for anyone swinging a pickaxe at rock bottom.
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