tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46473479516436784792012-01-27T10:39:42.414-08:00Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.comBlogger12651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-48116641708654800632012-01-27T01:11:00.001-08:002012-01-27T01:13:23.670-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HJ9kUjcI3I/Tw6TF6cqmsI/AAAAAAAAFZY/3fqMvZO4rwo/s1600/Bagatur%2B-%2BSkazanie%2BZa%2BDrevnobulgarskoto%2BVelichie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--HJ9kUjcI3I/Tw6TF6cqmsI/AAAAAAAAFZY/3fqMvZO4rwo/s400/Bagatur%2B-%2BSkazanie%2BZa%2BDrevnobulgarskoto%2BVelichie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696652308468374210" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Bagatur, from Bulgaria, play some strange Black Metal comprised mostly of keyboards, drums, and whispered vocals. Occasionally there are guitars, horses and battles, and female vocals amidst the bizarre proceedings. Bagatur may have some dodgy politics and nefarious connections, but there is nothing in the packaging or program to really confirm this. Decide for yourself if you are comfortable with this, but be reminded, that doesn't mean you get to decide what is posted.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2lhuo267uyqkfxj">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4811664170865480063?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-40327115593065146302012-01-26T03:14:00.001-08:002012-01-26T03:14:55.072-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbxrLQU6XpA/TwoSrjFjQbI/AAAAAAAAFY0/__Xw6Zu0MDQ/s1600/weeping.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 307px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbxrLQU6XpA/TwoSrjFjQbI/AAAAAAAAFY0/__Xw6Zu0MDQ/s400/weeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695385218125611442"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's the first release, <i>Weeping</i>, from Mournful Congregation, Australia's long standing purveyors of crushingly slow and despondent doooooom. These dour down underlings have stayed true to their formula for almost twenty years. This demo isn't terribly unlike the fantastic album, <i>Book of Kings </i>they released just last November. I can respect this determination and dedication to doing what they do; play cripplingly depressing funeral doom with beautiful melodic overtones. I have loved every bit of music these gallant men have issued forth. This is sitting home alone, drunk on your floor ruminating on all your failures and shortcomings kind of doom. Listen at your own risk.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?21xyle4ph41aepx">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4032711559306514630?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-14080838296083411562012-01-25T16:22:00.000-08:002012-01-25T16:23:08.875-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufsm9lze1ys/TwoPYyQsUuI/AAAAAAAAFX4/b2FFOSjAA3U/s1600/bl%2Bun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ufsm9lze1ys/TwoPYyQsUuI/AAAAAAAAFX4/b2FFOSjAA3U/s400/bl%2Bun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695381597246477026"></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Splatter Punx on Acid</i> collects the entire discography of Swedish prettyboy metallic hardcore band Black Uniforms. I remember being kind of down on these dudes back in the day because of their corny image, but that aside, these guys hit upon something great at times. Their flirtations with metal seemed a bit more informed than Discharge's or Broken Bones', The Uniforms were at their best when they ventured into the more speed metal realm of their material, sometimes they remind me of a more haphazard Onslaught. Great hair.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tp2kkzmgs1wwpbh">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1408083829608341156?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-54211727201208985312012-01-24T01:06:00.001-08:002012-01-24T01:06:23.215-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2UsX2AE0c8/TwoO7msxS6I/AAAAAAAAFXs/Z6P8mJ42fCg/s1600/folder-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2UsX2AE0c8/TwoO7msxS6I/AAAAAAAAFXs/Z6P8mJ42fCg/s400/folder-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695381095926811554"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Selda Bagcan is one of the bigger names in Anatolian psych, but outside her native Turkey, the genius of this woman is barely known. Selda is regarded for her scathing indictments of the Turkish government and work with various political causes. Selda isn't just singing about it. In the 1980s Selda was jailed three times and her passport seized. Her best known album (mainly due to the great 2006 reissue by Finder's Keepers) was her 1976 joint simply titled Selda. The album is crammed full of absolutely infectious melodies, masterful arrangements, twists at every turn, and Selda's powerful wailing voice and guitar. I promise that by the opening riff of "Ince Ince" you will be under the spell of Selda, if not then you are fucking dead inside.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?x7lj52d6ssjsboq">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5421172720120898531?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-55704249883841032012012-01-23T01:01:00.001-08:002012-01-23T01:01:32.302-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaUCDX7o87I/TwoONdCp8oI/AAAAAAAAFXg/qK186psQ3lQ/s1600/79079309bekhira-l-elu-du-mal-jpg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 394px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaUCDX7o87I/TwoONdCp8oI/AAAAAAAAFXg/qK186psQ3lQ/s400/79079309bekhira-l-elu-du-mal-jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695380303060267650"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Easily one of the greatest monuments to French Black Metal supremacy is Bekhira's stunning debut <i>L'Elu du Mal. </i>Every track bristles with shimmering melodic tremolo picking, blasting washes of drums, and distant anguished vocals. The Paris-based band is an elusive entity, only releasing one demo, a split with <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2008/12/forever-bound.html">Desolation Triumphalis</a>, and this colossal album over the seventeen years since their formation. Member Arkdae has kept consistently busy with his Neo-folk band Dark Sanctuary, while Raktivira has worked with other French kults Osculum Infame and Arkhon Infaustus. The members of Bekhira consider the band to be active, but not a word about new material has surfaced. Hopefully there is more Bekhira to come, in the mean time get with this bit of evil.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5oxydo86obs7i7r">Mal</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5570424988384103201?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-90326219947542977402012-01-22T00:01:00.001-08:002012-01-22T00:01:27.143-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRLeJjBis4s/TuqkJ3SM57I/AAAAAAAAFWU/yIdTFNpUdQE/s1600/folder.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRLeJjBis4s/TuqkJ3SM57I/AAAAAAAAFWU/yIdTFNpUdQE/s400/folder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686537968874743730"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Like <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2012/01/blue-sentimental.html">Ike Quebec</a>, Leo Parker was considered washed up by the time he signed to Blue Note in 1961, also like Quebec, Parker's comeback yielded a couple of fantastic standard hard bop records, and even more tragic, like Quebec, Leo Parker died soon after. Of the two albums made for Blue Note, I definitely prefer <i>Rollin' With Leo</i>, it is a bawdy, brassy album full of swagger and swing. Pimp Jazz.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2tstiho2zc1sr3u">Roll With It</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-9032621994754297740?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-87333502957787204602012-01-21T00:05:00.001-08:002012-01-21T00:05:47.581-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KyreQ9Tr3k/TuqiNaO2BeI/AAAAAAAAFWI/gThpGfgDGSc/s1600/20793_powers_court_powers_court.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5KyreQ9Tr3k/TuqiNaO2BeI/AAAAAAAAFWI/gThpGfgDGSc/s400/20793_powers_court_powers_court.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686535830772254178" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Powers Court is a long running traditional Heavy Metal band from Illinois. The centerpiece of the band's sound is the amazing vocals of Danie Powers. Powers toggles effortlessly between a King Diamond shriek into lower registers (I swear at times she sounds like Mr. Scarface from the Geto Boys as well as a dozen others) Sure, this debut suffers from some sort of oddly flat production, but couple that with the vocal acrobatics of Ms. Powers, and you have another compelling piece of bizarro metal born of the love of steel. Their is a purity-of-intent to Powers Court that makes them a thousand times more interesting than all your Hammerfalls and Rhapsodys combined. Seriously, don't blow this opportunity to spend a little time with one of the strangest and most sincere bits of true American Heavy Metal. Powers Court rules.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?t2f8wxblxvky758">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8733350295778720460?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-26868712708642757182012-01-20T00:02:00.000-08:002012-01-20T00:03:14.747-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJJCHmisTNI/TuqbgC9O4JI/AAAAAAAAFVY/wxFIiNg63rw/s1600/bb73_you_ed_cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJJCHmisTNI/TuqbgC9O4JI/AAAAAAAAFVY/wxFIiNg63rw/s400/bb73_you_ed_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686528454360490130" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Latter day Kraut Rock/Electrofucked band YOU bleeped and blooped their way onto the scene in 1978 and issued this analog synth delight in 1979. <i>Electric Day</i> features a masterful drum performance by Harald Grosskopf (Ash Ra Tempel) and a wealth of repetitive compositions that twist and morph and build. Sometimes dancey, sometimes menacing, and sometimes just relaxing, Electric Day is an excellent album for driving, sitting with your electric bong, or just moving through a post apocalyptic landscape wondering how the fuck the human race will survive. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?i9b1fbhan6ngun3">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2686871270864275718?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-50682345601613147112012-01-19T00:00:00.001-08:002012-01-19T00:00:25.792-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oKIx_wnWJw/TupVLldFn8I/AAAAAAAAFTU/mQZKEduNck4/s1600/Axe%2BWitch%2B-%2BPray%2BFor%2BMetal%2B-%2BFront.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--oKIx_wnWJw/TupVLldFn8I/AAAAAAAAFTU/mQZKEduNck4/s400/Axe%2BWitch%2B-%2BPray%2BFor%2BMetal%2B-%2BFront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686451137029709762" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Never mind the crazy cover art depicting a topless barbarian princess holding a weird axe in one hand, and precariously balancing a skull in the other while she dances seductively in front of a giant Menorah. There is so much more to this album than all that, well maybe not. You do, however, get four pretty rocking Heavy Metal anthems delivered somewhat sloppily by some spirited lads from Linkoping, a bullshit town known for volleyball and making Saabs. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?a547xa3o20n302t">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5068234560161314711?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-48671587936875849802012-01-18T00:00:00.000-08:002012-01-18T00:01:25.372-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hzVF_C5H1I/TxXUnixXQZI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/TSXV_M6aj0U/s1600/stress%252B%252528bra%252529stress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hzVF_C5H1I/TxXUnixXQZI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/TSXV_M6aj0U/s400/stress%252B%252528bra%252529stress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694679321067922" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGbhFNeF7Ek/TxXUjRylQOI/AAAAAAAAFbE/81NyTT9hY1E/s1600/stress%2Bimg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGbhFNeF7Ek/TxXUjRylQOI/AAAAAAAAFbE/81NyTT9hY1E/s400/stress%2Bimg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698694606043300066" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Wizard of <a href="http://terminalescape.blogspot.com/">the second most awesome blog on the interweb</a>, is easily one of my favorite people on earth. We have shared a room, risked life and limb on tour together, and laughed heartily at one another's farts. Today he writes me:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Hi dude. Hope you are well.</span><span style="font-style:italic;">I got this record in Brasil, shit rules. Bought it from a street vendor who pulled out a bunch of metal when we walked up...well, at least he said it was metal but it was a pile of hopelessly partied on pop punk. I gave up, and then a local dude said I should check this out, said they were the first speed metal band from Brasil, and that they came from Belém, where we were. The vendor put it on, and I was hooked from the drum intro.</span><span style="font-style:italic;">Not sure what the deal is, but the record appears to have been released (or sponsored) by Pepsi, and please check out how fried (or disabled) Pedro is at the bottom of the band photo - that guy is responsible for these Deep Purple meets Motorhead licks. Tough to scour for info on a band called Stress, but there's a quote on Metal Archives from the singer about how he thinks that they should be considered the true speed metal pioneers since this LP came out a year before Kill 'em All. Pretty ballsy.</span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>The Wizard went on to say that this may be up the alley of The Hearse riders and urged me to share this rare gem of Pepsi-sponsored Brazilian Dirt Metal weirdness. I have already listened to it three times, it is fucking awesome bit of fuzzy guitars, captivating hooks, and just plain out great rocking Heavy Metal. Already know this will be in heavy rotation in the next few weeks. What an amazing find. Thank you Wizard, once again you prove most badass.</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5hre72weew1owho">STRESS!</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4867158793687584980?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-91480956477905006792012-01-17T00:37:00.000-08:002012-01-17T00:38:14.198-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c82uffe_ZmA/TxHsWo22yXI/AAAAAAAAFZw/pqF5hbDuaSQ/s1600/b15a3cae4b61279d2d677fc57b0dc5df_full.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c82uffe_ZmA/TxHsWo22yXI/AAAAAAAAFZw/pqF5hbDuaSQ/s400/b15a3cae4b61279d2d677fc57b0dc5df_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697594877269166450"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I sat down to write this post and the first thing I wrote was "Sam Rivers is a bad ass," but then I went to check the ol' interweb to see how old he was and discovered that he passed away the day after christmas. No one told me. Fuck. Sam Rivers was a badass. He played with Miles Davis until Miles deemed him too weird and replaced him with weird Wayne Shorter, he cut four amazing records for Blue Note, he started a venue to host avant jazz with his wife Bea, made records up until he was 83 years old, and motherfucker did most of these things without a shirt on. Sad to see him go, but he had a long and colorful life, left behind some amazing work, and that can't be taken away. It's hard for me to choose a favorite Rivers album, but if I had to <i>Dimensions &amp; Extensions</i> might do. Bye Sam.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?a2a6ikpxnim1pjb">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-9148095647790500679?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-29249902958176887572012-01-16T00:42:00.001-08:002012-01-16T00:42:41.937-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dl2z9idyLbw/Tuqa4y0r5HI/AAAAAAAAFVM/6WrxG4O98B4/s1600/disgrace-grey-misery-lp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dl2z9idyLbw/Tuqa4y0r5HI/AAAAAAAAFVM/6WrxG4O98B4/s400/disgrace-grey-misery-lp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686527780014777458"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">After some really icky and mandatory demos, Finland's Disgrace sort of cleaned up their act and eked out a great, but somewhat polished (compared to the demos) album, called <i>Grey Misery</i>. Don't get me wrong, this album still vomits forth plenty of purulent riffs and nauseating vocalizings with a reckless Finnish fury, and stands as one of my favorite Scandi-scum pummel buddies. Anyways, this rules. Just get it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3nlmbgjlgccde33">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2924990295817688757?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-62905825510858039132012-01-15T00:00:00.001-08:002012-01-15T00:00:57.991-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf1ysXuTY_Q/TuqWM1trFJI/AAAAAAAAFUc/hd-YYwVOgJk/s1600/1109699-the-fall-live-at-the-witch-trials.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf1ysXuTY_Q/TuqWM1trFJI/AAAAAAAAFUc/hd-YYwVOgJk/s400/1109699-the-fall-live-at-the-witch-trials.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686522626829915282"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The Fall were probably the nastiest, most cruel, and spiteful bunch of Englishmen ever to exist, and on their first album <i>Live From The Witch Trials</i> all the snark and venom is present and accounted for. The album opens with the menacing and slunky "Frightened" and the lyric "Someone's always on my tracks." The tension is laid out, the sort of embittered angst that make Mark E Smith and The Fall unique, their seeming disdain for their listener. However underneath the hostilities lay some amazingly concise and economically crafted rock songs. The genius that was The Fall starts here. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?pe9k86qcb9qk1ms">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6290582551085803913?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-52744423067344481992012-01-14T00:24:00.001-08:002012-01-14T00:24:14.201-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_bGaZoIpZA/TuqVlMg_nNI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/WXAS9W6k9_g/s1600/l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_bGaZoIpZA/TuqVlMg_nNI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/WXAS9W6k9_g/s400/l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686521945755983058"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Greg Ginn was bored with Flag and formed Gone. Gone released two albums in 1986. People didn't really take to these, but I did, and I still do. Reminds me of skateboards, Southern California, and rat weed, and no annoying vocalist or trite lyrics to spoil the sun-baked, dirt high, lowride of the whole affair. Get fucking Gone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ghl2wwoy9b59xwq">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5274442306734448199?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-39654762784913559952012-01-13T00:02:00.001-08:002012-01-13T00:04:39.926-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMDo-egZWCQ/Tw4ZZ-3y7sI/AAAAAAAAFZA/A1sfdXLhYFE/s1600/6487787739_40ab5ccbfe_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 303px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PMDo-egZWCQ/Tw4ZZ-3y7sI/AAAAAAAAFZA/A1sfdXLhYFE/s400/6487787739_40ab5ccbfe_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696518512834703042" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This one was nicked from the brilliant <a href="http://icoulddietomorrow.blogspot.com/">I Could Die Tomorrow</a> blog, my favorite source for keeping up on what the kids are listening to. Every so often they drop something so perfect I just have to pass on the wisdom. Most recently I stumbled across this gorgeous demo from a Boston-based dream pop/post punk/whatever band called Siamese Twins. Over the six beautiful and dour tunes on their debut tape, the Siamese Twins offer enough wispy atmosphere, delicious guitar hooks, and charmfully (I made that word up) sweet singing to immediately win you over. Simply stunning, I hope there is more to come. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?iyn06v8ypcq20li">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-3965476278491355995?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-81607019254723720632012-01-12T00:09:00.001-08:002012-01-12T00:10:37.079-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig6F3tYyaj8/TuqUB0bro1I/AAAAAAAAFT4/hMxDLgZlqDc/s1600/51132.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig6F3tYyaj8/TuqUB0bro1I/AAAAAAAAFT4/hMxDLgZlqDc/s400/51132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686520238484202322" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This very evocative release comes from Naervaer, Norway's greatest neo-folk outfit. The band was formed by In The Woods members, and you can definitely hear similarities between the two entities. This self-titled EP was released in 1997, the same year In The Woods released their colossal second album <i>Omnio</i>. This almost works as a companion piece to that recording<i>.</i> Naervaer's debut is absolutely gorgeous, maudlin, impassioned, and wholly perfect. This should not be passed over.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?nota9difbhdhko1">Here</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8160701925472372063?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-19145393156740987622012-01-11T01:14:00.001-08:002012-01-11T01:15:47.962-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PpkR8RS_9o/TupS7_map0I/AAAAAAAAFTI/DZvha1jujiw/s1600/doomraiser.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PpkR8RS_9o/TupS7_map0I/AAAAAAAAFTI/DZvha1jujiw/s400/doomraiser.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686448670146996034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Suppose Danzig was drunk and fronted an Italian Doom band. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?erxppn5a11m887u">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1914539315674098762?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-71399918449100223592012-01-10T01:01:00.001-08:002012-01-10T01:01:24.673-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFnFeLZ3tYg/TuqZkEe_dKI/AAAAAAAAFVA/ocittLXy_S4/s1600/66226510.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFnFeLZ3tYg/TuqZkEe_dKI/AAAAAAAAFVA/ocittLXy_S4/s400/66226510.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686526324466742434"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Alda are an excellent young Black Metal band from Washington state. They use a variety of devices, tempos, feels, within these five songs, but don't stray away from the conventions. The result is quite compelling and reminds me of what drew me to Black Metal in the first place. Alda are doing it right, focusing on songs and atmosphere without being overly concerned with being weird, arty, satanic, post-whatever, or any of the other sub sub sub genres that cloud the waters. I really appreciate this, hopefully there is more to come.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?p47lnh0kgov6kmq">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7139991844910022359?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-79254507716870826062012-01-09T00:54:00.001-08:002012-01-09T00:54:43.987-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nf5U_TSpGWc/TuECNlNqpXI/AAAAAAAAFSA/N1Skezzsoug/s1600/IMG_0015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nf5U_TSpGWc/TuECNlNqpXI/AAAAAAAAFSA/N1Skezzsoug/s400/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826637069264242" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Ike Quebec was already pretty obsolete by the time he signed to Blue Note in 1959. It was widely known that Albert Lion was such a huge Quebec fan that he signed the 41 year old sax player out of sheer love of his previous work, even know he was fully aware that there was almost no demand for new material from the seasoned vet. But damn it all if these Quebec Blue Note dates didn't yield some fucking great records, such as <i>Blue &amp; Sentimental</i>. Albert was sentimental but not a fucking fool. And sentimental it is, this record brims with a nostalgic sadness, it IS blue, it IS sentimental. Sadly Quebec died of lung cancer in 1963 , in the midst of this amazing comeback. Quebec was a disciple of the Coleman Hawkins/Lester Young school of swoon, and he is at his best when blowing out a smoky ballad, which there are a few of here. Ike is joined on this date by a great band made up of Grant Green, Paul Chambers, and Philly Joe Jones. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?hodnm2h2nb40b25">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7925450771687082606?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-41683205171558284072012-01-08T00:22:00.001-08:002012-01-08T08:39:21.023-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSkkz-scmaY/TupPQlFPj4I/AAAAAAAAFSw/fauJxwNdJlE/s1600/972514363-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSkkz-scmaY/TupPQlFPj4I/AAAAAAAAFSw/fauJxwNdJlE/s400/972514363-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686444625759276930" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I may be a bit biased on Apocryphon, Peter and Shelby are amazingly friendly, funny people but they probably don't want that to be known. Not to mention that Shelby does<a href="http://illogicalcontraption.blogspot.com/"> one of the best blogs on the Interwe</a>b. But I think Apocryphon's extremely aggressive demo debut stands on its own merit. Already the band show an adeptness and skill that could easily put them toe to toe with some of the giants of the genre. Apocryphon sort of meld the earlier works of Immolation with a very Dave Vincent circa <i>Domination</i> vocal approach. If this is the demo I shudder to think what the album will be like. Another fantastic new Death Metal band to watch for.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?kikbt4pv22n1ecf">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4168320517155828407?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-43092507318001295802012-01-07T00:00:00.001-08:002012-01-07T00:00:20.059-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojR_LX8BCt8/TuqXQ3dVIwI/AAAAAAAAFUo/UpprwQBrxO8/s1600/SADUS%2Billusions.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojR_LX8BCt8/TuqXQ3dVIwI/AAAAAAAAFUo/UpprwQBrxO8/s400/SADUS%2Billusions.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686523795529343746"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the most perplexing album covers in Bay Area thrash metal history, and one of the more interesting releases to come from that fertile scene. Sadus hailed from Antioch, a bullshit town about a half hour's drive north of the bullshit town I call home. Antioch was a gold rush town, settled in 1850, it is one of the oldest cities in California. As well as Sadus, the town can boast notable natives like The Mitchell Brothers, and a bunch of stupid football players that I could' t give a rat's ass about. Anyways, the four disenfranchised bangers of Sadus combatted the dusty ennui of Antioch life with lots and lots of weed, sci-fi novels, horror movies, and the proto-death metal thrash of Possessed, Kreator, Slayer, and Death. Darren, Rob, Steve, and Jon, formed Sadus and took their time honing their sound and chops with a few demos, but waiting almost four years after their inception to cut a proper album. Their patience and commitment paid off, <i>Illusions</i> is an astonishing achievement of breakneck tempos, precision playing, and unhinged mania. On their first album Sadus were already faster, tighter, and more inspired than any of their peers or influences. Why Illusions isn't hailed as a classic, a milestone, and a thrashterpiece of unparalleled aggression is completely unbeknownst to me. The cover art perhaps?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?cgck8w8eg7si3gw">Here</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4309250731800129580?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-47453315744934256382012-01-06T09:54:00.001-08:002012-01-06T09:54:24.571-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuLzHawjvU0/TuqVMmt385I/AAAAAAAAFUE/99_slEbpVKw/s1600/Burner%252520front.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 339px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DuLzHawjvU0/TuqVMmt385I/AAAAAAAAFUE/99_slEbpVKw/s400/Burner%252520front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686521523292599186" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's another rare as hen's teeth NWOBHM EP for you. The band Burner hailed from the bullshit town of Ashby-de-la-Zouch, Leicestershire, a town known mainly for leather (cool) and hula hoops (not cool.) Fortunately this little one off record negates the hula hoop thing a bit. The a-side is typically fun NWOBHM rocker about a killer who is savage in his killing. And thankfully Burner doesn't puss out with a ballad on the b-side. Rather the band issues forth another clunky charmer (very similar to the a-side) called "Lay Down Your Arms." Yeah nothing mind-bending here, it's not really hard to understand why Burner couldn't contend with the Maidens and Leppards of the day really, but this still is not without its merits. Cool.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sacek9b4ncufb1q">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4745331574493425638?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-41150799183792893692012-01-05T00:00:00.001-08:002012-01-05T00:00:24.224-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3GhGtcxiPQ/TupMwjxPO2I/AAAAAAAAFSY/_qc0A0LmFsY/s1600/10342.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3GhGtcxiPQ/TupMwjxPO2I/AAAAAAAAFSY/_qc0A0LmFsY/s400/10342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686441876627864418" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a hunk o' Hellenic Heathenism in the form of Thous Art Lord's 1994 classic <i>Eosforos</i>. Over Thou Art Lords illustrious eighteen year career of evil they have shared members with such luminaries as Rotting Christ, Necromantia, and Septic Flesh, so you should know what to expect. Despite the band's lengthy run, they only released a handful of albums (of varying quality.) <i>Eosforos</i> is a masterpiece of relentless, yet somewhat elegant Black Metal. If you love the Greek occult metal of old than you probably already know this one, but anyone who is uninitiated in this arcane world would do wise to start here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wgd01tpqgwsv1ib">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4115079918379289369?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-29905664472594736812012-01-04T01:28:00.001-08:002012-01-04T01:28:25.958-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcp1mj851tM/TuqTrLtKoqI/AAAAAAAAFTs/_OH2OtuwnwM/s1600/Babs%2BGonzales_1947-49_CC1124_sm.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcp1mj851tM/TuqTrLtKoqI/AAAAAAAAFTs/_OH2OtuwnwM/s400/Babs%2BGonzales_1947-49_CC1124_sm.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686519849594561186" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Babs Gonzales was born Lee Brown in 1919. He was Errol Flynn's chauffer, which was probably a fairly assy gig if you think about it. Anyways, eventually his propensity for the Jazz Vocalese style landed him some gigs singing with luminaries like Charlie Barnet and Lionel Hampton. In 1947 Babs formed his own band and recorded a slew of singles for Blue Note between '47 and '49. These sessions yielded a minor hit for Gonzales in "Oop-Pop-a-Da," a song made even more famous when it was added to the regular repetoire of some guy named Dizzie Gillespie. These sessions featured some top notch players (check the names on the cover) including Sonny Rollins doing some of his first studio work. These <i>Chronological Classics</i> editions are great primers, or catch-all type affairs, and this collection of Babs Gonzales' work is no different. Pop a Doo this shit and get wild with it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?inpvz5sdl66gzue">Pop-A-Dow!!!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2990566447259473681?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-59414312234819992072012-01-03T00:39:00.001-08:002012-01-03T00:39:29.858-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PLo8h1aa8o/TuqR9exH_xI/AAAAAAAAFTg/I9-x5z8eP44/s1600/Front.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PLo8h1aa8o/TuqR9exH_xI/AAAAAAAAFTg/I9-x5z8eP44/s400/Front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686517964925828882" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">One of my favorite of the batch of Nardcore releases put out by the shady Mystic Records in the 1980s. False Confession bore many of the trappings of the other bands in the scene but these Oxnerds had a more goth image and on occasion a bit of the ol' Death Rock crept into their hardcore. Shame these guys recorded output doesn't amount to much more than this excellent 7" and a few appearances on Mystic's numerous comps.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ipyre97vccy5i58">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5941431223481999207?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-57766257972023816842012-01-02T01:03:00.001-08:002012-01-02T01:43:31.171-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5bXfzyINXY/TwFxTl1rzuI/AAAAAAAAFXU/4BUIBGuf52M/s1600/Nuclear%2BFrost%2B2010%2BNuclear%2BWinter%2BGloom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5bXfzyINXY/TwFxTl1rzuI/AAAAAAAAFXU/4BUIBGuf52M/s400/Nuclear%2BFrost%2B2010%2BNuclear%2BWinter%2BGloom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692955985361751778" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">One of Cosmic Hearse's favorite revisionist punk/crust/grind/whatever bands Nuclear Frost managed to get out a proper album in 2011 and it cooks. <i>Nuclear Winter Gloom</i> outshines the awesome demo <i><a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2008/06/d-beat-war-83.html">D-Beat War '83</a>.</i> Young Brazilian kids totally gorked out on G.I.S.M., Scandinavian Hardcore, '80s thrash, proto-Black Metal, neanderthal Grind, and all the other good things in life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?85a77ih19nj96l2">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5776625797202381684?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-25800506195528939332012-01-01T09:34:00.001-08:002012-01-01T09:34:45.101-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hu7X8CChwk/TuBCaKivXhI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/_KmpXHggz20/s1600/Scan.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hu7X8CChwk/TuBCaKivXhI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/_KmpXHggz20/s400/Scan.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683615747015663122" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, so after losing eight years worth of files, and seriously considering ending the blog, I have decided to forge on. Things may be a bit rickety here for a while, but I want to stress that doing this doesn't get me laid, doesn't get me paid, and often is a headache. Anyways, here's Bruxers' demo. Bruxers are a fairly new band from Oakland. On their first demo they display a fondness and a skill for playing Crusty Death Metally Grindcore. You download it, you listen to it, you leave a nice comment, and when they have something out, you buy it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?lhyek62hcbjbg8e">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2580050619552893933?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-82891248440938745612011-12-24T12:12:00.000-08:002011-12-24T12:15:00.802-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZWReZYtP-Q/TvYyUinR2UI/AAAAAAAAFXI/XVckjLPnPg0/s1600/broken-record.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZWReZYtP-Q/TvYyUinR2UI/AAAAAAAAFXI/XVckjLPnPg0/s400/broken-record.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689790507699525954" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Having major issues (again) with my machine. Hope to get things running again next week. Until then the blog won't be updated, maybe use this time to go back and get the things you may have missed before the links expire or Nuclear Blast or Dischord records has them removed. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8289124844093874561?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-15006419005955319272011-12-23T02:07:00.000-08:002011-12-23T02:09:17.297-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRNwXiGetCw/TvRS4QVtF7I/AAAAAAAAFWw/iltJK0B9hhA/s1600/IMG_2255.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRNwXiGetCw/TvRS4QVtF7I/AAAAAAAAFWw/iltJK0B9hhA/s400/IMG_2255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689263355687933874" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Very saddened to hear about the sudden passing of Woods of Ypres' David Gold. David was always a very kind and thoughtful individual, and an immense talent. Peace be with his friends and family.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1500641900595531927?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-85541438861154961862011-12-23T01:04:00.001-08:002011-12-23T01:04:59.433-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cUZlmVZ4fE/TuEAeCrfk2I/AAAAAAAAFRc/Y_9nlcHAYfI/s1600/notalklp-400x400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cUZlmVZ4fE/TuEAeCrfk2I/AAAAAAAAFRc/Y_9nlcHAYfI/s400/notalklp-400x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683824720833647458" /></a>Some manly fucking late '70s Cleveland style Punk Rawk courtesy of No Talk, a band from who are not from the '70s or Cleveland. These guys are circa fucking now and calling the humid stink pit of Houston Texas home. This LP is some bare-knuckle shit that woke me from my apathy towards the ol' punk.<br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?xb1b5fnk0zfmd9m">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8554143886115496186?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-66896540839915095372011-12-22T01:21:00.000-08:002011-12-22T01:22:06.963-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_kFxNnU-q8/Tt13Cej8AZI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/tkoBHiPnnj0/s1600/3726.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L_kFxNnU-q8/Tt13Cej8AZI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/tkoBHiPnnj0/s400/3726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682829189258674578" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's the first album from the self proclaimed "Most evil band in Japan." Intercourse and Lust was released by the sketchy Modern Invasion label in 1997. Abigail's Black Metal is rooted in thrash and punk, the lyrics are brilliant Engrish soliloquies paying homage to things like nymphomaniacal witches, nefarious wizards, and the Yakuza, among other things. "Thrash til Die/To Glory of Attack/Attack with Spell/In my Attack," howls main man Yasuyuki on the track "Attack With Spell." Intercourse and Lust, I almost hate to say it, is a fun album, a record to spin with beer, lots and lots of beer and your bestest bros, and beer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5v70e2tzckr2d0l">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6689654083991509537?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-6483437106960552432011-12-21T01:53:00.001-08:002011-12-21T01:53:33.802-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9C8UrYtSHM/Tt12gKYYSfI/AAAAAAAAFQs/CmIegi6JnVU/s1600/tumblr_kor52zsI9n1qzlozwo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9C8UrYtSHM/Tt12gKYYSfI/AAAAAAAAFQs/CmIegi6JnVU/s400/tumblr_kor52zsI9n1qzlozwo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682828599725935090"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Generally most garage psych records bore me, too much of the same thing, useless cover songs, and most fall just shy of being truly heavy, or truly strange. However, The Jacks' <i>Vacant World</i> is just too enticing to be overlooked. <i>Vacant World</i> carries a darkness and a desperation that pushes it far beyond much of the typically saccharine psych-pop of the time. Some wild vocalizing and absolutely stunning guitar work keep the album interesting. The Jacks gets into gear with "Marriane," with it's strange crashy cymbals and almost free-jazz bass lines, wild styles indeed. "Stop the Clock" is a delicate glockenspielly track. The title track is another dour ballad that almost reminds me a bit of Leonard Cohen, if Mr. Cohen was Japanese that is. "In the Broken Mirror" has some of the greatest sounding fuzz guitar committed to tape, but "Gloomy Flower" is the standout track with Yoshio Hayakawa's pained crooning, the man sounds at his wit's end and although I have no idea what he is on about, I am assured that he fucking means it. "Love Generation" may be the most average track here, but still packs plenty of hooks. "Bari-Manji" is a bluesy lope with more Hayakawa wailing. "Where" is a laid back strut that sounds like it came from a Suzuki gangster picture. "Love" is a gorgeous ballad, and then the Vacant World comes to an end with "500 Miles from the Sky," a strange organ/vocal piece with spoken word. All in all, <i>Vacant World</i> is a trip, and a very satisfying one at that. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?a6odlqowm69cglz">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-648343710696055243?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-86465334555287085312011-12-20T00:09:00.001-08:002011-12-20T00:09:15.152-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ6jm3ElPIo/Tt1zx_itd5I/AAAAAAAAFQg/mgzXJqJiCTc/s1600/dekoder%2Bcover%2Bcopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ6jm3ElPIo/Tt1zx_itd5I/AAAAAAAAFQg/mgzXJqJiCTc/s400/dekoder%2Bcover%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682825607519238034"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Another cassette treasure nicked from <a href="http://terminalescape.blogspot.com/">Terminal Escape</a>. I couldn't resist, this little demo is just so fucking delicious. Dekoder hail from Montreal and play the kind of dark and desperate post-punk that you so crave. Drums and bass pound out a stiff backbeat while the maudlin female voice and brooding guitars convey a wealth of unflappable, infectious melodies. My only problem with this demo is it leaves me wanting more. Dekoder, if you are reading this, please please please make an album or twenty. I love you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ua3qhbctbiqtfh1">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8646533455528708531?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-9045711161986843102011-12-19T00:00:00.001-08:002011-12-19T00:00:36.592-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbuIWVX9PiU/Tt1zeF7f53I/AAAAAAAAFQU/F7yfo4lnPkw/s1600/AfterDark.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rbuIWVX9PiU/Tt1zeF7f53I/AAAAAAAAFQU/F7yfo4lnPkw/s400/AfterDark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682825265636435826" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">You need some NWOBHM right about now, I can sense it. Your bird ain't right, your boss is a fucking cunt, and even the berks down at your local boozer got you a bit mithered. Fear not, you bloody minge bags, After Dark is here to make everything pukka once again, with their one and lonely little record, a real roister doister of a disc for your bloody saft earholes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ppdygidqvl1lb7g">Crikey!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-904571116198684310?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-38378838277011170322011-12-18T00:38:00.000-08:002011-12-18T09:33:56.880-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkQveuUeIwY/Ttwt2eFP96I/AAAAAAAAFP8/racFiZhgB2s/s1600/Kenny%252BDorham%252B1956%252BComplete%252B%252527Round%252BAbout%252BMidnight%252BAt%252BThe%252BCafe%252BBohemia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkQveuUeIwY/Ttwt2eFP96I/AAAAAAAAFP8/racFiZhgB2s/s400/Kenny%252BDorham%252B1956%252BComplete%252B%252527Round%252BAbout%252BMidnight%252BAt%252BThe%252BCafe%252BBohemia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682467243645990818"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Kenny Dorham's career trajectory was spotty due to the master trumpeter's ever-failing health, thankfully before his death in 1972 Dorham put out some great and versatile albums. As much as I love his entire body of work, my favorite Dorham moment is this 1956 club date committed to tape and titled<i> 'Round About Midnight at the Cafe Bohemia.</i> First let's take a gander at the cover: Dorham in a hideous blazer grips an old mic, superimposed behind him is a landscape of urban rooftops at dawn. The whole package perfectly captures the smoky, seedy city vibe of the recording. Dorham's band, comprised of names like J.R. Monterose, Bobby Timmons, Kenny Burrell, Sam Jones, and Arthur Edgehill, slide and slunk through the Monk classic from which the albums title comes, as well as a number of standards and a few Dorham originals. The perfect late night, ice clinking in a stiff drink type of record.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?gavg3lul3akll36">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-3837883827701117032?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-28947502267055243602011-12-17T00:07:00.001-08:002011-12-17T00:07:15.824-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucluxwyeEvk/Tt1yxV2TLKI/AAAAAAAAFQI/b2w3qZ_ha4k/s1600/walpurgis.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ucluxwyeEvk/Tt1yxV2TLKI/AAAAAAAAFQI/b2w3qZ_ha4k/s400/walpurgis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682824496815484066"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The Shiver were Switzerland's answer to the Krautrock boom of the late 60s and early 70s. They played weirdo, organ-heavy, psych, hung out with Geiger (who provided them with cover art) and released one pretty stellar album before the members went on to pursue other interests. <i>Walpurgis</i>, released in 1969, is a great album that suffers from spotty sequencing and a useless cover version of "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood," but the strength of the opener, "Repent Walpurgis" and "Hey Mr. Holy Man" redeem The Shiver. If you are one of the handful of people that went all fucky over <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2007/11/pope-is-wrong.html">that Paternoster album</a> posted here sometime ago, I recommend checking into Walpurgis.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jxntdc33ao02fbi">Repent!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2894750226705524360?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-1122050135020663912011-12-16T02:12:00.001-08:002011-12-16T02:12:15.519-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uklHD6cncTM/TtlEUakoEgI/AAAAAAAAFPw/2R--cIfSx74/s1600/Bell%2BWitch%2BCover%2BArt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uklHD6cncTM/TtlEUakoEgI/AAAAAAAAFPw/2R--cIfSx74/s400/Bell%2BWitch%2BCover%2BArt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681647522425606658"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">So the top ten lists are rolling in, and some of you may have noticed an obscure CDR demo being mentioned, a demo by a little known Seattle doom band called Bell Witch. The gracious dudes from the band were kind enough to send me a copy. Admittedly I slept on it a bit, for this I am foolish. Bell Witch have ex-members of Samothrace, so right there I should have clamored to listen. This isn't terribly unlike Samothrace, perhaps a bit more menacing and less delicate in parts than the former band. Bell Witch also can boast some pretty compelling vocal work on this release. A truly special band that will go on to do great things. Someone give them money to make an album. This is gorgeous.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?508jwdn43hdbzi1">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-112205013502066391?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-83284181304742836392011-12-15T01:41:00.001-08:002011-12-15T01:41:32.055-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9MPMIlipm8/TtlCQS8cS-I/AAAAAAAAFPk/ynRQj3Rv1Yg/s1600/VanishingBATHAUS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9MPMIlipm8/TtlCQS8cS-I/AAAAAAAAFPk/ynRQj3Rv1Yg/s400/VanishingBATHAUS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681645252635282402" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">As far as all these new fangled bands looking to Siouxsie and The Banshees, Bauhaus, and Joy Division, please consider The Vanishing. The San Francisco/Berlin band churned out creepy cantos of Deathrock's dusty past over a decade ago, and I think they were one of the best at it. <i>In the Bathaus</i> was the band's follow up to their strong debut titled <i>Songs for Psychotic Children</i>, and while I love that album, this EP feels deeper and darker. Absolutely mandatory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wt1igvhcm6nfewf">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8328418130474283639?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-69505996219853062162011-12-14T01:06:00.001-08:002011-12-14T01:07:52.632-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbt1o1PJanA/Ttk_LFgcC5I/AAAAAAAAFPY/irLzlwAPgic/s1600/anotherworld.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbt1o1PJanA/Ttk_LFgcC5I/AAAAAAAAFPY/irLzlwAPgic/s400/anotherworld.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681641864593935250" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">One of my favorite Death Metal demos of all time, Finland's Necropsy were such a stellar band that really never got out of the demo barn. Someone may have had the good sense to release all this rare bloody gold into one abhorrent anthology but I am not certain. I do know is that Necropsy were a skilled group of youngsters that packed a certain clinical crispness to their bludgeon. <i>Another World</i> contains four absolutely mandatory tracks. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5yflip03nk513jp">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6950599621985306216?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-56688631270395284482011-11-12T02:21:00.001-08:002011-11-12T02:21:32.865-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yESrJU5-rJE/Tro_yQHkAmI/AAAAAAAAFO8/LQqsWJyq9ro/s1600/Eric%2BDolphy%2B-%2BOut%2BTo%2BLunch%2B-%2BFront.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yESrJU5-rJE/Tro_yQHkAmI/AAAAAAAAFO8/LQqsWJyq9ro/s400/Eric%2BDolphy%2B-%2BOut%2BTo%2BLunch%2B-%2BFront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672916813179257442"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I am taking a break from The Hearse in order to focus on the recording of a new Worm Ouroboros album (to be released Spring '12 on Profound Lore) and then a quick jaunt over to Tel Aviv for a one off engagement with Agalloch. Cosmic Hearse will resume its activities some time in December. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5668863127039528448?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-12601245461554393942011-11-11T07:51:00.000-08:002011-11-11T07:52:01.636-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J65VmjGFY4E/TqWqXr71u0I/AAAAAAAAFNM/rwr0EK0cQW4/s1600/bos%2Bfront.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J65VmjGFY4E/TqWqXr71u0I/AAAAAAAAFNM/rwr0EK0cQW4/s400/bos%2Bfront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667123030023060290"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's another lost Sunshine State Hardcore artifact, Blemish on Society's sole vinyl release, <i>The New Beginning</i>. These Tampa terrors were a bit late to the party issuing this bit of adolescent fury in 1988. Like recent Florida-based Hearse honorees <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2011/11/fwa.html">FWA</a>, these guys just wanted to play Hardcore, and they fucking did.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?dw8fkg8rfq799w7">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1260124546155439394?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-79787080106316842112011-11-10T00:02:00.001-08:002011-11-10T00:02:58.540-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plFSirIe9Dw/TqWqy_GTUbI/AAAAAAAAFNY/2-YsGSJyXfs/s1600/o399025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-plFSirIe9Dw/TqWqy_GTUbI/AAAAAAAAFNY/2-YsGSJyXfs/s400/o399025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667123499023684018"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Eugene, Oregon isn't exactly a place you would equate with epic Heavy Metal. You might think of drum circles, smelly Anarchists, and Ken Kesey, but probably not the mustached metalions known as Lazarus Sin. Shame really because <i>Intracranial Mass</i>, the band's one and only release is a veritable treasure trove of steely, melodic, metal that deserves more attention. Perhaps the location or the Christian lyrics kept these guys out of the spotlight, who knows? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?4ms2qf1lpqedp08">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7978708010631684211?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-9222464084301987312011-11-09T00:00:00.001-08:002011-11-09T00:00:58.210-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyDjH6ZstkU/TrlTMiqiddI/AAAAAAAAFOw/qxcjpqDc6ME/s1600/0094639275656_600.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XyDjH6ZstkU/TrlTMiqiddI/AAAAAAAAFOw/qxcjpqDc6ME/s400/0094639275656_600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672656680578610642"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Some of you may only know Herbie Hancock as the composer behind the immensely successful and influential proto-hip hop hit "Rockit." Long before the '80s, Hancock was already one of the most respected and beloved Jazz pianists and composers of the 1960s. Hancock's airy playing and elegant yet strange arrangements made him an instant favorite amongst Alfred Lion and Frank Wolff, and for this legendary date, they put him in the studio with the ubiquitous ryhthm section of Warren and Higgens, along with Freddie Hubbard, and the elusive Dexter Gordon. The results were stellar, but only hinted at the greatness to come. If this piques your interest in Hancock, I highly recommend spending some quality time with <i>Empyrean Isles</i> or <i>Maiden Voyage.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?283u3xhhi248dg3">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-922246408430198731?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-19952225813079803492011-11-08T07:34:00.001-08:002011-11-08T07:34:28.063-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_x1TcwGhT0o/Tpx8_AxnHbI/AAAAAAAAFMw/_fHLSe_08Lg/s1600/88177.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_x1TcwGhT0o/Tpx8_AxnHbI/AAAAAAAAFMw/_fHLSe_08Lg/s400/88177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664539853306928562"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Brace yourself for some caustic grindcore from Hungary and a band who operated in the early '90s under the mundane moniker of Subject. <i>Diaphanous Writhes of a Soul</i> was the band's second demo and was later pressed into an EP. Subject had a steady six year run that yielded a few demos, two full-lengths, and a four-way split with fellow Hungarian heavies Set Off, Mindcrime, and Loser's Lair. Admittedly I haven't heard any other Subject material but this demo is just so fucking great I am not sure I need to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?oc7fcafbm2e2fgm">GRIND!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1995222581307980349?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-2734637294233446192011-11-07T00:07:00.003-08:002011-11-07T00:08:13.439-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN1N6a_WRVU/TqWriNzwo_I/AAAAAAAAFNk/cvZxQZDZajc/s1600/DJS%252BZTrip%252Band%252BRadar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hN1N6a_WRVU/TqWriNzwo_I/AAAAAAAAFNk/cvZxQZDZajc/s400/DJS%252BZTrip%252Band%252BRadar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667124310426297330" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">In the '90s the ambitious Future Primitive Sound organization set out to pair DJs of note with one another for live performances that would eventually be pressed into limited number CDs. There were only two sessions documented: one matching Cut Chemist with Shortkut and this one that combines the turntable treachery of Z-Trip and Radar. Sad that this brilliant concept yielded just two discs, but damn they are fine listening. And while Cut Chemist and Shortkut are by far superior in skill, Z-Trip and Radar's session is infinitely more enjoyable. The two skilled DJs cut, mix, and match a number of classic records, some of which may surprise and titillate your tired ears.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?6yqq9a2lqhujy6m">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-273463729423344619?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-13626546999659058322011-11-04T01:34:00.000-07:002011-11-04T01:44:40.635-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7C3kg3khIGY/TrOlmB28VdI/AAAAAAAAFOk/mkZ-jAkQInc/s1600/unemployed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7C3kg3khIGY/TrOlmB28VdI/AAAAAAAAFOk/mkZ-jAkQInc/s400/unemployed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671058428542080466" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Experiencing some major machine hassles here at the Hearse. Hope to have shit up and running in a few days.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1362654699965905832?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-73235517103327423962011-11-03T00:16:00.000-07:002011-11-03T00:17:58.741-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVkIEbyq3QY/ToEhQst6GeI/AAAAAAAAFMM/Sy1ygTnjPi0/s1600/2297739-robin-trower-bridge-of-sighs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVkIEbyq3QY/ToEhQst6GeI/AAAAAAAAFMM/Sy1ygTnjPi0/s400/2297739-robin-trower-bridge-of-sighs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656839177719388642" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">You know if I had the means to upload a joint of killer '70s brown weed, I would.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tg7i4w96mv2ngri">But instead...</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7323551710332742396?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-65150443901976885122011-11-02T00:52:00.001-07:002011-11-02T00:52:51.970-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXrWO_4AETk/Tpx5QB8uqYI/AAAAAAAAFMk/4t7P8y2m7LE/s1600/FWAalbum.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXrWO_4AETk/Tpx5QB8uqYI/AAAAAAAAFMk/4t7P8y2m7LE/s400/FWAalbum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664535747633260930"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I have to thank my old Florida homie Justin Cudney for getting this hen's tooth off my wishlist and up in my earholes. So FWA maybe weren't the best hardcore band to come out of the flaccid dick-shaped state that I spent my first 18 years in, but they were an integral part of the scene playing many hectic shows and opening for whatever punk legends were ballsy enough to take the extra travel day down to Miami, only to have their tires slashed, and their merch guy pummeled by subtarded, sun-drenched skinheads. FWA managed to crank out this one EP in the midst of all the heat and chaos. The cover shows a typically South Florida landscape of big ominous skies and rows of buzzing power lines. It may not mean much to you, but to my eyes it is all the loneliness and ennui of my adolescence in one single image. So let's talk about the tunes, shall we? FWA were amateurish, that is for sure, but in that simplistic, rickety untalent was a charm that may even remind you of your own teen angst. Hardcore with little outside influence, no experimentation, no metal, no emo. Mohawks and skateboards, flannels and boots. Thank you so much, Justin and FWA wherever you may be.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1jge1a2d10phf7d">FWA!</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6515044390197688512?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-39669461129052996682011-11-01T00:27:00.000-07:002011-11-01T00:28:01.705-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLC_G7gsCS8/Tm-pHNR0rTI/AAAAAAAAFKc/Z9t6wIE4AKM/s1600/1286732299_album-jay-hawkins-.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SLC_G7gsCS8/Tm-pHNR0rTI/AAAAAAAAFKc/Z9t6wIE4AKM/s400/1286732299_album-jay-hawkins-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651921998661856562"></a>This album should be in everyone's collection, even if that collection is mp3s on a hard drive.<br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?61qde4xc5qv0n56">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-3966946112905299668?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-71469253318661153462011-10-31T00:24:00.001-07:002011-10-31T00:24:30.139-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Luauo4y8v4o/TqTA2-dc-HI/AAAAAAAAFM8/4c8sz9tABxQ/s1600/Bonded%2BBy%2BBlood%2521.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Luauo4y8v4o/TqTA2-dc-HI/AAAAAAAAFM8/4c8sz9tABxQ/s400/Bonded%2BBy%2BBlood%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666866281850927218" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Well it would seem that Cosmic Hearse now officially has a time-honored holiday tradition; The Dennis Dread Halloween Mixtape. I always look forward to his eclectically spooky grab bag of razor-infused apples and cianide-laced candy corny gems of obscure sonic fright. For those of you who don't know the man, or dare to doubt his creepy credentials, Dread is the man behind the great <a href="http://dennisdread.blogspot.com/">Battle for Art blog</a>, Destroying Angels Magazine, and most notably the twisted artist behind all great album covers for Darkthrone, Autopsy and a few other notable noisys</i>. <i>So sit back and let Dennis Dread haunt your dreams.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Children's Black Mass ~ Quintessence</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Quintessence was comprised of the entire Mazzei family: Michael, Edith, Francine, Terese and Loretta. The gang’s all here. Who are they? I have no idea. To the best of my very questionable knowledge, this score for John Russo’s 1982 “thriller” Midnight is the only thing they ever recorded. Our All Hallows Mass has begun, brothers and sisters....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One/Werewolves On Wheels ~ Don Gere</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Meandering hippy evil from the best genre-bending satanic/werewolf/biker flick ever made. Recorded in 1971 and recently re-issued by the fine audiophiles at Finder’s Keepers. “Hey, we all know how we’re gonna die, baby! We’re gonna crash and burn!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sinister Purpose ~ Credence Clearwater Revival</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Put me in coach. I’m ready to play. Today. Look at me. I can be. Centerfield.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">God of Darkness ~ Bum</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bum was formed in 1964 in Essex, England and released this occult rocker in 1967 shortly before changing their name to Iron Maiden in 1968. Relax, their other jams are mostly longwinded and not nearly as menacing as this wild invocation would suggest. An altogether different bunch of limeys would go on to have much better luck with the name Iron Maiden. Catchy isn’t it? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Voyage Of Darkness ~ Jagged Edge</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Street metal from Cleveland, Ohio circa 1982 that will kick your ass and make sweet love to your woman in the Chinese take-out parking lot. Punk upstarts like Minor Threat are often celebrated for hand gluing their records and booking their own shows but there was a whole microcosm of “privately pressed” hard rock that doesn’t get enough credit for keeping the D.I.Y. spirit alive during the 70’s and early 80’s.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Prince Of Darkness ~ Omen</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Omen did everything right on Battle Cry. This is a perfect heavy metal record from the fucking awesome album cover art to the hyperactive ode to nocturnal emissions ‘Be My Wench’. If you’re in a band that professes to play “heavy metal” and don’t listen to Battle Cry on a regular basis you should probably reconsider your genre. And reason for living.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Werewolves On The Hunt ~ Stormwitch</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thanks to the musical genius and sheer determination of Steve Harris and Dave Murray, nerdy longhairs can waste the rest of their lives on youtube turning over obscure stones of NWOBHM and watching bands like Stormwitch clamber into the light. This is the lycanthropic power anthem from their 1984 debut LP. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dead Of The Night ~ Demon Flight</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You don’t see many Demon Flight patches sewn onto metal vests. That’s probably because their entire catalog consisted of three songs, including this shrill castle stomper featured on the very first Metal Massacre comp in 1982 that gets in and gets out without wasting our fucking time with moody intros, meditations on trees or general progression. Play this in a room full of black metal symposium types and watch ‘em squirm…</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I Am The Skull ~ Danava</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Danava has come a long way since their humble formation as a Goblin cover band back in 2003 and emerge from the theatrical basement prism as one of the most potent bands in the Northwest. Their new album Hemisphere of Shadows is one of the best records of the year. Ignore all the inevitable “hipster” and “faux retro” bullshit and enjoy some righteous banging. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Satan’s World ~ Crysys</div><div style="text-align: justify;">More exceptional heavy rockin’ from Portland, Oregon! The mostly unknown and unfortunately spelled Crysys self-released one LP called Hard As Rock on the mysterious Long Street Records and it’s a smoker. I’d love to find the boulders along the Sandy River where they painted CRYSYS ROCKS and raise a few Budweisers from an inflatable raft in their honor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Witches ~ Doomed</div><div style="text-align: justify;">From the 1992 Doomed To Death 7” but widely heard for the first time this year thanks to Aphelion’s green vinyl comp, Doomed was an Autopsy side project featuring Chris Reifert, Danny Corrales and Petri Toivonen of Funeral. Corrales is one of the most underrated guitarists in any genre (and one of the nicest dudes you’re likely to meet) and if Reifert didn’t actually invent death metal he certainly twisted it to its greatest, goriest heights. Essential!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Buried Alive ~ Deathrash</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here’s a fun ripper from New Jersey’s Deathrash circa 1986 featuring Tony “Whiplash” Scaglione on drums! These dudes are actually back together and my talented pal Rich Rethorn did the cover drawing for their 2010 compilation Thrash Beyond Death which features a hapless mosher who is banging so enthusiastically that his grinning skull has exited his face. If this sounds too happy for a Halloween mix tape, go read some Edgar Allan Poe and fuck off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Satan Theme ~ The Nightriders</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The classy title theme to Al Adamson’s 1969 biker classic Satan’s Sadists, a “wild new movie all about the wave of revolution and anarchy sweeping the U.S. today.” Composed and conducted by Harley Hatcher and performed by The Nightriders. I just looked up Satan’s Sadists on IMDB and the Plot Keywords are: “Biker, Stabbed In The Throat, Female Nudity, Russian Roulette, Gore.” What else do you need to know?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ballet ~ Michel Polnareff</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If your ears feel as though they’re being molested by this creepy little synth number, it might be due to the fact that it’s the score to a creepy little 1976 film about a serial rapist. Side two is a queasy concept composition that plays like a bummer meth binge titled, fittingly, ‘The Rapist’. Fortunately overlooked by miserly record collector types due to the incongruous cover art, this one can still be salvaged from Goodwill bins.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Hungry Moon ~ Xander Harris</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Justin Sweatt is the enigma behind Xander Harris, one dude with a laptop, synthesizer and taxidermied raven who gets Italian horror soundtrack disco right! I scored this Contamination cassette a few months ago at a Portland gig in support of his Urban Gothic LP and was thrilled when he turned out to be a totally nice guy who can carry a conversation. I admittedly expected some greasy Klonopin addict with a Flock of Seagulls haircut and pointy shoes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Halloween ~ The Coffinshakers</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tonight the graves are opening up! The beautiful baritone of Swedish Johnny Cash/Lon Chaney disciple Rob Coffinshaker beckons the bad moon rising and summons the children of the night. For fuck’s sake, can someone please tell Mr. Coffinshaker to drop me a line? I really want to draw a cover for this guy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Little Black Bag ~ Gene Moss and the Monsters</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1964 was indeed the “year of the monster” and this little ditty summarizes the ghoulish zeitgeist pretty well. There were tons of novelty records like this but Dracula’s Greatest Hits is distinguished by outstanding artwork by none other than Jack “EC” Davis! My copy still has the monster fan cards insert and, predictably, the drawings are far better than the actual music.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll Cut You Down ~ Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They have a dumb name and recently signed to Rise Above records so I can already sense a Ghost-like backlash on the horizon but this catchy dirge perfectly invokes the urban malaise of Whitechapel circa 1888. Enjoy it while you can.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Spell Thrust ~ Cult of Daath</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cult of Daath don’t seem terribly active and didn’t bother responding to my adoring e-mail last year informing them that this tune from their 2010 Doomed By The Witch cassette is an instant classic. In fact, it’s one of the best metal songs of the past decade. “Ring the astral bell!”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Golem ~ Protector</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In Jewish folklore the Golem was a hulking creature made of mud, sorta like Frankenstein with a kippah and an overbearing mother, so I figured I could slip this German thrash homage into my Halloween mix without stretching the parameters too much. “Myth? Truth? Who knows?”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Excrement Exorcist ~ Cross</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I imagine these dudes living together in some filthy Seattle punk house that smells like moldy bong water. As weird as it sounds, I hear influences as disparate as Hellhammer and Integrity on their 2010 Never Ending Death demo and I actually mean that as a compliment. One of these guys was in Wormwood who played at my house back in 1999 and I remember them sounding vaguely like mid-era Neurosis but that’s mostly gone on this three track offering.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Halloween Queen ~ Acid</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some fans consider this third/final album the band’s weakest link and it certainly lacks the cool cover art of their preceding LP’s and Black Car EP, but it’s still a total rager. The Halloween Queen married Satan when she was 17! Is that even legal? For those who don’t already know, Acid was a Belgium rock band which boasted musicians named “T-Bone”, “Anvill”, “Demon”, “Dizzy Lizzy” and of course the beautiful Kate De Lombaert. Class act!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ballad Of The Hip Death Goddess ~ Ultimate Spinach</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To my untrained ears this groovy epic perfectly echoes the CCR tune we opened with and merits the 8+ minutes it has usurped here. These mild mannered New England “heads” recorded a few albums of mostly lite rock back in the late 60’s but somehow managed to nail this sexy psychedelic death ballad in the process. Great Von-esque intro too!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Munster Mosh ~ Virus</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yup, the third-tier UK thrash band with some of the most poorly executed artwork to ever disgrace 12 square inches doing their uncredited 1988 rendition of the Munsters theme song. It’s not like I could put this on my Thanksgiving mix tape. Happy Halloween!</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?vuqcrldi5kehp54">BOO!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7146925331866115346?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-82677723021515309972011-10-30T00:53:00.001-07:002011-10-30T00:55:05.990-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dg_0A-eScQ/Tq0CyNGg_KI/AAAAAAAAFOU/KyoY7NzgZ5M/s1600/sacred-alien-spiritual-planet%2528demo%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 285px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dg_0A-eScQ/Tq0CyNGg_KI/AAAAAAAAFOU/KyoY7NzgZ5M/s400/sacred-alien-spiritual-planet%2528demo%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669190567463025826" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a rare NWOBHM single that is sweet as diabetes and hotter than a poop. Sacred Alien hailed from the bullshit town of Manchester. A town known mostly for football hooligans and Joy Division. Both songs on this single are worthwhile rockers made better by the charismatic voice of a jerk named Sean Canning. This is one of those rare instances where both sides leave me wanting more. Shame these lads didn't make a full length.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?95xmz9j4m44s3n4">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8267772302151530997?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-44026302415427033952011-10-29T00:40:00.001-07:002011-10-29T00:40:46.449-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_fb933z05E/ToEZAPjZ1aI/AAAAAAAAFL0/dCDcaBh-RAY/s1600/Lee%2BMorgan%2B1956%2BIndeed%2521%2Ba.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_fb933z05E/ToEZAPjZ1aI/AAAAAAAAFL0/dCDcaBh-RAY/s400/Lee%2BMorgan%2B1956%2BIndeed%2521%2Ba.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656830098919773602"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">With Jazz the prevailing notion was that a player needed experience to truly excel at his chosen instrument, but when Clifford Brown was tragically killed in a car accident after a gig, it was a young Lee Morgan that filled his ginormous shoes, and caused people to question if experience was requisite to great playing. Lee Morgan was so impressive and prolific a musician it is impossible to think about Blue Note or Bop trumpet playing without Morgan immediately coming to mind. He was an integral part of Art Blakey's best and most noted Jazz Messenger's line up, as well as leading twenty-five sessions as a leader for Blue Note. Morgan's drug use was also the stuff of legend, and in 1961 it led to his dismissal from The Messengers. Morgan cleaned up and in 1963 struck pay dirt with his most successful album <font style="font-style:italic;">The Sidewinder</font>. Over the next decade, Lee was unstoppable as a leader and a sought after sideman. Like Morgan's life itself, his death was dramatic, tragic, and completely unexpected. On February 19th 1972 Morgan's common-law wife, Helen, shot him in the chest on stage, killing him instantly. She served six years for the crime. The bulk of Lee Morgan's massive discography is brilliantly executed standard hard bop, though Morgan was not opposed to more avant styles (<i>Search For New Land</i>). It was incredibly challenging to find a single album to share here so I opt to go with <i>Lee Morgan Indeed</i>, his first session as a leader for Blue Note. Why not start at the beginning, right? The album features a great band: Horace Silver (piano), Clarence Sharpe (alto sax), Wilbur Ware (bass), and Philly Joe Jones (drums). The album kicks off with the vaguely sinister, oddly latin number "Roccus" penned for the session by Silver. Note how the whole rhythm shifts to a fast paced shuffle for Silver's adept solo then returns back to its original creep and lope. "Reggie of Chester" is a classic Benny Golson tune, it was these lilty metropolitan boppers that Morgan excelled at, immediately after the opening riff, he's off hot dogging the valves and showing the haters who the fuck he is. For me, the album's crescendo is the ballad "The Lady." Here Morgan and Sharpe's notes billow and coil around one another like trails from a lonely cigarette in a shitty dive, but then around the 2:13 mark, something (though I am not sure what) happens to the lady. It is a story told through brass and wood, and in a sense, isn't that is what a great Jazz ballad should be? "Little T" is another uptown scorcher this time written by Donald Byrd (that guy had riffs). Philly Joe Jones does a pretty spot on Blakey impersonation on the opening of "Gaza Strip," and Sharpe delivers some of his best soloing on the album. "Stand By" is another peppy Golson arrangement that showcases the talents of Morgan and Silver both. Indeed is a magnificent, but somewhat typical hard bop affair, it is also a great jumping off point to examine the career trajectory of one of Jazz's most beloved and skilled trumpetizers. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?4qrxgenwg3zh11v">Indeed!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4402630241542703395?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-81653627861759163502011-10-28T01:33:00.001-07:002011-10-28T01:33:51.496-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrxEtJVgxhA/ToERCKU1EAI/AAAAAAAAFLs/T-tHiMwmI-g/s1600/wijlen%2Bwij.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrxEtJVgxhA/ToERCKU1EAI/AAAAAAAAFLs/T-tHiMwmI-g/s400/wijlen%2Bwij.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656821335783182338" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Cosmic Hearse supporter and friend, Dirk "Dino" Noben is a stand up motherfucker, and hands down my favorite Belgian on the planet (my apologies to Jean-Claude Van Damme and Plastic Bertrand). Over the years Dirk has turned me on to more than a few cool bands (and beers) from his country. The lastest was this masterpiece that so perfectly sated my recent thirst for devastatingly fucked up Funeral Dooooooooooooom. Wijlen Wij (I have no idea how it is pronounced) unleashed this hulking shoggoth of an album in 2007. Spiritually and sonically akin to Esoteric's colossal <i><a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2011/08/despondency.html">Epistemological Despondency</a></i>. My sincerest thanks go out to Dirk and Wijlen Wij for sharing this behemoth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fpi1111vm17p3up">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8165362786175916350?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-172875208325373872011-10-27T00:02:00.000-07:002011-10-27T00:03:00.409-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZYkMreBlh4/ToDTbrVUSZI/AAAAAAAAFLc/TySR01_VS-c/s1600/sluggo.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZYkMreBlh4/ToDTbrVUSZI/AAAAAAAAFLc/TySR01_VS-c/s400/sluggo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656753604419406226"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Sluggo were a Hardcore band from Cincinnati Ohio in the '80s. They were kind of like a sloppier (these guys were really young) Minor Threat with a lazier vocalist. <i>Contradiction</i> was their only release and it does everything an '80s HC 7" is supposed to. Apparently these guys got older, and went in a more metallic direction, recordings were made but never released? Anyone want to share those? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?88vdbmfdwgw7r6f">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-17287520832537387?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-43300523717152188342011-10-26T01:06:00.001-07:002011-10-26T01:06:18.246-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MzqpITH8O2U/ToDOr-loblI/AAAAAAAAFLU/3AsZzPt7I2k/s1600/1276363981_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MzqpITH8O2U/ToDOr-loblI/AAAAAAAAFLU/3AsZzPt7I2k/s400/1276363981_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656748386907876946"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Dissect were yet another overlooked Dutch Death Metal band. After a couple of promising demos, Dissect signed to Cyber Music to release their debut (and what would be their only) album, <i>Swallow Swouming Mass</i>. For the record, there is no such word as "Swouming." Dissect were not innovators, or risk takers by any stretch of the imagination. The fare here is just no-frills, old school DM pummel, and that is exactly what makes this album a favorite for me. Swallow this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?m646a3169a0j7xv">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4330052371715218834?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-70619377590534261602011-10-25T00:17:00.001-07:002011-10-25T00:17:49.936-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1PAFdPfnKI/Tn97uedJlLI/AAAAAAAAFLM/Wcftwu8_ceI/s1600/cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1PAFdPfnKI/Tn97uedJlLI/AAAAAAAAFLM/Wcftwu8_ceI/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656375695380157618"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know a whole lot about Life Cycle or their EP <i>Myth and Ritual</i>. I do know they were from Wales, they were associated with the UK anarco-crust scene, and they loved Celtic Frost. This fucking rules.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?iikrwl1ascwff7u">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7061937759053426160?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-89417334303164325462011-10-24T00:28:00.001-07:002011-10-24T00:28:42.040-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeqDT3dwFPY/Tn95BJIVHeI/AAAAAAAAFLE/xocSzXi2sH0/s1600/Fat%2BMouth.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eeqDT3dwFPY/Tn95BJIVHeI/AAAAAAAAFLE/xocSzXi2sH0/s400/Fat%2BMouth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656372717538319842" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Born in 1885, Papa Charlie Jackson eked out a modest living playing his Banjo/Ukelele hybrid and singing his ribald songs at medicine shows and on the streets of Chicago. In the 20s, several recordings were made. In 1972 an LP compiling these dusty delights from a bygone era was released by the brilliant Yazoo label. Most of these recordings were made with an audio horn rather than a microphone, and the technology of pressing records was still very new at the time, so almost needless to say, their is layers of hiss that often eclipse the music, but for me, this adds to the experience,and lends a ghostly, otherworldy feel to the whole thing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?p2adzd1339msjb3">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8941733430316432546?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-1493544745572344062011-10-23T01:12:00.000-07:002011-10-23T01:13:13.063-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0mroqzqO7s/Tn918NQMKhI/AAAAAAAAFK8/wxspIHJkZ4c/s1600/Aeshma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r0mroqzqO7s/Tn918NQMKhI/AAAAAAAAFK8/wxspIHJkZ4c/s400/Aeshma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656369334210800146" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Aeshma was the infernal collaboration between two Brazilian fiends, Impuro and Nocturnus Tepesh. Both have operated in several other devout Black Metal bands around their area. <i>The Dark Misanthropic Woods</i> is Aeshma's sole release, it was released in 2003. As you might have guessed, the production is terrible, the playing is sloppy, but the vibe is there. Some guitar overdubs and spooky keyboards seemingly added to a boombox practice room tape, not sure if there is bass, not sure it matters in these woods. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5kd5lbapb4i96f8">Darkness</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-149354474557234406?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-71539749135052965612011-10-22T00:02:00.000-07:002011-10-22T00:03:00.831-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mhuLjA5XnE/TlvYZyKaLPI/AAAAAAAAFKE/h4l0hCBlzJg/s1600/Front-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 381px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3mhuLjA5XnE/TlvYZyKaLPI/AAAAAAAAFKE/h4l0hCBlzJg/s400/Front-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646344495312809202"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This self=released single by an obscure Heavy Metal band might be just the thing to cure your blues. There isn't a whole lot of information about Satin Steel coursing through the tubes of the ol' interweb, but my searching did yield this: <a href="http://www.satinsteelrocks.com/">"The only website dedicated to the '80s rock band from Erie, PA....Satin Steel."</a> The site has plenty of information regarding the history of the band, some great photos, and even a track that didn't appear on this single, the only official Satin Steel release. The a side "Kick Me Where It Hurts" is a slunky, hooky rocker. The b side kicks it up a notch with the oddly titled "Let's Not Die." Despite releasing a great little record that got some airplay and critical acclaim, and a move to Hollywood, Satin Steel never cracked the big leagues. Seriously, bro/sis, I know shit has been getting to you lately, just sit back, pop open a brew, and let Satin Steel make it okay.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?s5hjbbz0utfusdy">KICK ME</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7153974913505296561?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-39697465391973325892011-10-21T00:59:00.000-07:002011-10-21T01:00:10.359-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ohmsl2stLA/Tn9zO5rBaBI/AAAAAAAAFK0/uDrxjScF-SQ/s1600/39015_logo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ohmsl2stLA/Tn9zO5rBaBI/AAAAAAAAFK0/uDrxjScF-SQ/s400/39015_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656366356837263378" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's some mega-fucking-evil death/thrash from Spain and 1989. There were about a million metal bands in the '80s calling themselves Aggressor, most were pretty aggressive as I imagine, but for my money you can't do better than these venomous Valencians. They only managed to eke out one demo, <i>Brutal Aggression</i>, before they aggressed no more, but damn, what a demo it is. You get some Kreator style thrashing, proto-Death Metal vocals from some guys named Captor, Animal, Pelufo, and Chapa. Also want to add that this Aggressor has perhaps one of the coolest logos of all time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0565utyz1mu9tsn">Brutality</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-3969746539197332589?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-26963889846544336682011-10-20T00:02:00.000-07:002011-10-20T00:03:44.486-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiV49y2g1T4/TlvZHQIkhQI/AAAAAAAAFKM/AbGNephQkxY/s1600/nelson_oliv_bluesthea_101b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 350px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiV49y2g1T4/TlvZHQIkhQI/AAAAAAAAFKM/AbGNephQkxY/s400/nelson_oliv_bluesthea_101b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646345276452275458" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Before we delve any deeper into this Jazz classic, let's get a gander at the cast of characters, the pantheon of absolute bop deities that "star" rather than simply play. Yes, this was the pinnacle of super group and all under the guidance and leadership of Oliver Nelson. So is it as good as one would expect? Absolutely, maybe even better.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ozgb5rhynl2p1pv">Truth</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2696388984654433668?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-29682336398789145622011-10-19T01:59:00.001-07:002011-10-19T01:59:36.577-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKlvIV3Coco/TlvXr1Vt18I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/qWFM8fWmtrs/s1600/killingchildren_certaindeath.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 251px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKlvIV3Coco/TlvXr1Vt18I/AAAAAAAAFJ8/qWFM8fWmtrs/s400/killingchildren_certaindeath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646343705891559362"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Killing Children, were they children that killed, or is the name a verb? Not sure, and not sure it matters. These uncelebrated punkers hailed from Indiana, but this could have come from Southern California circa '81. Killing Children would've fit right in on one of those Posh Boy comps. You know, one of those bands that sits between punk rock and hardcore. When Tim Yo reviewed this little record in 1983 he so eloquently stated, "I really like this" I am inclined to agree.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2b737s98wxtilrd">KILL!</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2968233639878914562?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-86230200429912221252011-10-18T00:23:00.001-07:002011-10-18T00:23:17.818-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5a5IeobgdE/TlvXU4v73aI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/N6Mdx0KIyJM/s1600/TORSTEN%2Bfront.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5a5IeobgdE/TlvXU4v73aI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/N6Mdx0KIyJM/s400/TORSTEN%2Bfront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646343311669845410"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Fuck yeah Torsten. By now you should know the deal. Torsten, a hopeful young Swedish Heavy Metal band from the bullshit town of Loddekopinge, releases one great single, and then fades into obscurity. The singer sounds kind of punk as he sings about how he is "the best" on the a side "King of the Nest." The b side, "Are You Ready" is a balls-out rocking call to arms. The two tunes here are excellent, spirited, and just plain cool rocking Heavy Metal numbers. Like most of these one-off FWOSHM singles, this is more fun than you should probably be allowed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mrbxhuafxb2bcx3">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8623020042991222125?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-70269223783583070202011-10-17T00:28:00.001-07:002011-10-17T00:28:23.803-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoeJub1Jmu4/TlvWm5nMMHI/AAAAAAAAFJs/IqshuR73xao/s1600/acov_tid145992.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YoeJub1Jmu4/TlvWm5nMMHI/AAAAAAAAFJs/IqshuR73xao/s400/acov_tid145992.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646342521627619442" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The Bay Area scene is interesting. It seems that every so often a whole crop of great new bands spring up but then a year later, maybe only one or two still exist. Lately we have been lucky enough to see the formation of such bands as Owl, Hell Ship, Badr Vogu, Pale Chalice, Lady of the Lake, Pins of Light, and one of my personal favorites, Lycus from Oakland. Lycus plays expansive doom with melodic flourishes. There is enough quality material to make this a regular listen. I imagine that Lycus, if they managed to stick it out, could potentially make an album that dominates and eclipses all other bands doing this sort of doom. Watch for them. And you can secure a copy of this tape <a href="http://gracelessrecordings.blogspot.com/">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?spac6ia6diz3ods">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7026922378358307020?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-10708888887065798072011-09-30T00:12:00.000-07:002011-09-30T00:13:23.318-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qln4MmrmFS0/ToQPbTk6zdI/AAAAAAAAFMc/JKgE7WZMKDA/s1600/308715_10150389232346414_741406413_10017368_1656353165_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qln4MmrmFS0/ToQPbTk6zdI/AAAAAAAAFMc/JKgE7WZMKDA/s400/308715_10150389232346414_741406413_10017368_1656353165_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657663993670192594" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Cosmic Hearse will be inactive until sometime after the first week of October. I am heading up to the Pacific Northwest for Fall Into Darkness and an exclusive Seattle show with Agalloch. The blog will resume for about two weeks in October and then be down all November so Worm Ouroboros can finish our album and Agalloch can play a show in Tel Aviv. In the meantime, go back over the archives and get caught up. See you soon.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1070888888706579807?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-19533155807873674682011-09-29T00:22:00.001-07:002011-09-29T00:23:38.525-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6uaOS-wYq4/TlvWHoaNlKI/AAAAAAAAFJk/JwmP5YG0rPM/s1600/SuperHeroines.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6uaOS-wYq4/TlvWHoaNlKI/AAAAAAAAFJk/JwmP5YG0rPM/s400/SuperHeroines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646341984433837218" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Before Eva O joined up with Christian Death she had a great, unsung Death Rock outfit of her own called Super Heroines. <i>Cry For Help</i> was the band's 1982 debut album, and it is premium gloom not terribly unlike <i><a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-miss-you-rozz.html">Only Theatre of Pain</a></i> in it's vibe. Some excellent guitar work soaring and twisting over rudimentary bass lines and herky jerky drumming. Almost like a blue print or a manufactured archetype of what Death Rock is without coming off like a parody. Great album.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0p6x3fiu4cwc7cu">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1953315580787367468?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-16674589396611622892011-09-28T00:28:00.001-07:002011-09-28T00:28:41.733-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ1Nv1aOwCc/TlvVsYALlNI/AAAAAAAAFJc/O276dmLOejY/s1600/29169.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ1Nv1aOwCc/TlvVsYALlNI/AAAAAAAAFJc/O276dmLOejY/s400/29169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646341516173219026"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Formed in 1986, Sorcery were one of the earliest Swedish Death Metal bands on the scene. Their demo beginnings were a bit more thrash, but by the time they eked out their stellar debut, 1991's <i>Bloodchilling Tales</i>, it was all about the Death Metal. Sadly, this would be Sorcery's only album. Around 1994 Sorcery split and the members went on to form two bands; In Aeternum and Fear My Solitude, neither of which were very interesting, in my opinion. Whatever, this rules. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5lnoafj7zexmhhs">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1667458939661162289?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-49872490755481880932011-09-27T07:37:00.001-07:002011-09-27T07:37:52.388-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_RjYkCyWAc/TlvVOygP8EI/AAAAAAAAFJU/Hm7E7VZa6fk/s1600/health.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_RjYkCyWAc/TlvVOygP8EI/AAAAAAAAFJU/Hm7E7VZa6fk/s400/health.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646341007890968642"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Every song Health Hazard ever recorded in one place? Hell yes! For those who may not know, Health Hazard was the post-<a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2008/12/doomed.html">Doom </a>crusty d-beat band of Chris Gascoigne. Similar to Doom in some ways, maybe a bit more hostile. Fuck your system.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?00b9ax04w88h1sz">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4987249075548188093?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-34703305376082110212011-09-26T00:13:00.001-07:002011-09-26T00:13:16.125-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ebInYG_GnY/TlvT8110rhI/AAAAAAAAFJE/VsALm22cPsU/s1600/Proclamation%2B-%2BAdvent%2BOf%2BThe%2BBlack%2BOmen%2B-%2BFront.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ebInYG_GnY/TlvT8110rhI/AAAAAAAAFJE/VsALm22cPsU/s400/Proclamation%2B-%2BAdvent%2BOf%2BThe%2BBlack%2BOmen%2B-%2BFront.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646339600037490194"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I recently had the pleasure of seeing Proclamation play live in front of a small, but dedicated, audience in San Francisco. If you are not familiar with this kvlt Spanish horde then let's just say that they worship at the profane altar of Blasphemy (with a smattering of Beherit.) You may not want to reward this kind of blatant appropriation, but these guys are hardly the only Blasphemy clone out there, but they very well may the best. <i>Advent of the Black Omen</i> was Proclamation's first putrid ritual of Satanic darkness (ie:album) and it was released in 2006 on the stunning Nuclear War Now label. After a brief intro, the unrelenting chaos begins. Lyrically there is quite a bit to chew on, but you won't be able to make that out (lyric sheet, another reason to buy this masterpiece.) Let's just say that over the course of <i>Advent of the Black Omen</i>, bitches copulate, bodies get covered in semen, anuses are kissed, goats ejaculate, crucifixes are burned, Baphomet rises, a fetus is crucified, a heirophant cuts his veins, altars are stained with the blood of the weak, all fears and nightmares come true, damned ones agonize at the shores of Styx, fallen angels march triumphant, corpses are incinerated, and towards the end, a scarlet monstrosity with ten horns rises with low tide. This sort of rumination on the visuals of hell would probably delight Bosch and Benjamin Christensen to no end, but alas Proclamation is barely known in their own time. Let's change that. Let us all march with with fallen angels, let us all stain the altar. Let us all kiss the anus of the master. Hail Proclamation, hail the Black Omen.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?5lbw6vcumv1z6fb">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-3470330537608211021?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-66487809339959481712011-09-25T00:03:00.001-07:002011-09-25T00:03:45.503-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkEVVJ-6IPc/TlvTRe5Ya9I/AAAAAAAAFI8/lOZKT2yt7MU/s1600/Shudder-To-Think-Ten-Spot-433263.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fkEVVJ-6IPc/TlvTRe5Ya9I/AAAAAAAAFI8/lOZKT2yt7MU/s400/Shudder-To-Think-Ten-Spot-433263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646338855144025042"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Shudder to Think really only can be associated with the DC punk scene through their work with Dischord records, nothing here is very punk. I recall describing them to someone as Fugazi meets the Cocteau Twins, but even that description seems lazy, and not all that accurate. Shudder to Think sounded like no one else. This may not appeal to everyone, all you tough guys may want to step out of the room. You probably won't be able to handle the wispy, feminine vocals of Craig Wedren. You definitely will struggle with lyrics about men in love, and dreams, and summer rain. The rest of us will wax and weep nostalgic for this sublime piece of '90s schmaltz. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?6nym2z9dcnq92ek">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6648780933995948171?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-29817642817826156502011-09-24T02:39:00.000-07:002011-09-24T02:40:00.956-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjnRop5eX3Y/TlvSwLl8KtI/AAAAAAAAFI0/WLr2kxhgoPQ/s1600/Infern_l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjnRop5eX3Y/TlvSwLl8KtI/AAAAAAAAFI0/WLr2kxhgoPQ/s400/Infern_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646338283026524882" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Fuck, I love this. Sometimes I think if Infernal Majesty had a better name and weren't from Canada they might now be hailed as one of the more important thrash bands of the '80s. Seriously, have you heard this? Right out of the gate it's ripping with speed, and solos, and roto toms. <i>None Shall Defy</i> was Infernal Majesty's debut and these calamitous Canucks wasted no fucking time. Musically, these guys kind of worshipped at the same inverted church as Possessed and Slayer. Fortunately Infernal Majesty mixed up the tempos and had a firmer grasp on dynamics and arrangements than alot of their contemporaries. This keeps <i>None Shall Defy</i>. This is mandatory, even if you don't generally care for the thrash. This one may just change your mind. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ryctvr0960lz5it">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2981764281782615650?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-2361742258931604472011-09-23T00:42:00.001-07:002011-09-23T09:59:59.842-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpMi9UEnlKM/TlvPDtUQkeI/AAAAAAAAFIs/aLit4kTdja8/s1600/unclesam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lpMi9UEnlKM/TlvPDtUQkeI/AAAAAAAAFIs/aLit4kTdja8/s400/unclesam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646334220450173410" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">A pair of panties was added to the provocative cover art on the reissue version of Uncle Sam's album <i>Heaven or Hollywood</i>, but that just makes the cover go from cool to corny. So what is the story on Uncle Sam? What kind of band with any real ambitions would choose a cover that was bound to cause a few problems? Well Uncle Sam were from Rochester, not Heaven, not Hollywood. But the sort of nihilist, sleazoid, bad boy, junkie rock that these fuckwits laid down does seem more akin to Hollywood. The band was fronted by a charismatic gent who sounds a bit like Alice Cooper at times and a bit like Eddie Tudor Pole at others. This is more artful and punk than say GnR or Ratt, shades of chequer-board power pop creep in. <i>Heaven or Hollywood</i> is a party but the kind with bad drugs and friends that will fuck you over. I like this album.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?8f6561k80x66wf4">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-236174225893160447?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-28830902341725818332011-09-22T00:16:00.000-07:002011-09-22T11:23:51.657-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCZo37P6lFM/TlvMf1byntI/AAAAAAAAFIc/FPIcTruvdoE/s1600/Uriah-Heep_Salisbury.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCZo37P6lFM/TlvMf1byntI/AAAAAAAAFIc/FPIcTruvdoE/s400/Uriah-Heep_Salisbury.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646331405130702546"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Uriah Heep's sophomore album <i>Salisbury</i>, is a very special bit of legendary crush. From the first track, David Byron's dominance as a forceful frontman is cemented. Monstro-riffs and kooked out Hammond organs, this may be Heep's most 'eavy work, even if it is their most unrefined. Maybe you always thought of these dudes as a junior varsity Deep Purple, and never really bothered to look into their catalog. Well, you're wrong and you are a horribly misshapen freak, but it isn't too late to right one of these wrongs. Dig into <i>Salisbury</i> then work up to the next three albums after it. The rest of you should just go to the store and get a Swanson's Hungry Man Dinner, the one with the Salisbury Steak. Do they even still make those? If they don't then just get some beer.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?c7rmv4xqbtqpnn4">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2883090234172581833?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-58693077158936435182011-09-21T01:10:00.001-07:002011-09-21T01:10:18.738-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmaDFL90408/TlvLtbHzydI/AAAAAAAAFIU/5nGulQLyqWE/s1600/duran.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmaDFL90408/TlvLtbHzydI/AAAAAAAAFIU/5nGulQLyqWE/s400/duran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646330539074111954"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Guilty pleasures are for chumps. Why should you feel guilt because something gives you pleasure? Why would you cringe in embarrassment when one of your shithead buddies is thumbing through your collection and finds that Rita Coolidge or House of Pain album amongst the rare Corrupted and Paysage d' Hiver vinyls? I like Duran Duran, well the first three albums anyways. I like their uber-slick cocaine-on-a-yacht pop music, I like how they embody everything cum-soaked and greedy about the '80s. I like their hair, I like their white shirts. If you are my age and male you hated Duran Duran when this album came out. You hated them because every teenage girl in America wanted to be fingerbanged by Simon LeBon and John Taylor, and not you. The very existence of Duran Duran was a giant fingerblock. But listen now, plunge into the hymen tight rhythm section of the Taylor tots. Get the cosmetic keys (to my creations and times) of a haircut named Nick Rhodes all over your face. Snort a huge line of cheap, glassy guitars. Swallow up the loveless, semen-smooth vocals of a douchey dandy named Simon. Ahhhh, now you get it. This album is more evil than Beherit, darker than Bonnie Prince Billy, more lonely and crestfallen than a hundred funeral doom albums. It's the sound of the air conditioned plastic emptiness of the nineteen-eighties. It's blood flecks on an Armani handkerchief, it's the arrival of AIDS, it's the constant fear of Mutually Assured Destruction, it's anonymous sex, it's Patrick Bateman, it's cold legs in a cold city, it's whore's sweat, it's death. It's a whispered lie from the urethra of oblivion. And now I have spooked myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?3oi86fj3qv31mt9">Fuck You</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5869307715893643518?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-41376360064039651042011-09-20T06:02:00.001-07:002011-09-20T06:02:45.225-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W36m2hnu7QQ/TlvLSBCAluI/AAAAAAAAFIM/pk4zmrHWwc0/s1600/luigirussolocabinets.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W36m2hnu7QQ/TlvLSBCAluI/AAAAAAAAFIM/pk4zmrHWwc0/s400/luigirussolocabinets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646330068213995234" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Who is your favorite Italian Futurist painter and composer? I know mine has to be Luigi Russolo. Widely regarded as the first noise artist, in 1913 Luigi penned his manifesto <i>L'Arte dei Rumori</i> (The Art of Noises) which categorizes noise into six groups: </div><div><ol><li>Roars, thunderings, explosions, hissing roars, bangs, booms.</li><li>Whistling, hissing, puffing.</li><li>Whispers, murmurs, mumbling, muttering, gurgling.</li><li>Screeching, creaking, rustling, rustling, buzzing, cracking, scraping.</li><li>Noises obtained by beating on metals, woods, skins, stones, pottery, etc.</li><li>Voices of animals and people, shouts, screams, shrieks, wails, hoots, howls, death rattles, sobs.</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">Russolo, in his time, constructed many devices to generate noise, he called these objects Intonarumori. Among these inventions was Russolo's noise cabinets shown above. He went as far as to assemble an orchestra to perform alongside his machines. Audiences were baffled, angered, and often moved to violence by these unorthodox performances, and I imagine this pleased Luigi to no end. Luigi and his brother Antonio (who had similar interests and ideas) made a few recordings of the Intonarumori, but what you are about to hear is the only recording to survive the ages. The effect is unnerving, with conventional instruments accompanied by unearthly wooshes and tones and the occasional glossolalia vocalizings. You can hear, from time to time, the brothers Russolo become excited and the sounds they are producing. Sixty-three years before Merzbow or Whitehouse, Russolo was making sounds and terrifying audiences, and oddly enough, I think these recordings still hold a fair amount of unease. Now answer the question: Who is your favorite Italian Futurist painter and composer? I know mine has to be Luigi Russolo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fduy17feay5wn16">Here</a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4137636006403965104?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-23351272056054871622011-09-19T00:35:00.000-07:002011-09-19T00:36:44.980-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKW4TQWj9zg/TldcOoNY7dI/AAAAAAAAFH8/gMq28nCFjC0/s1600/o208448.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKW4TQWj9zg/TldcOoNY7dI/AAAAAAAAFH8/gMq28nCFjC0/s400/o208448.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645082064313707986" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">China Doll is the next entry in our seemingly endless parade of NWOBHM bands that never seemed to rock their way out of the sweaty pubs and cobbled alleys of whatever bullshit shire they called home. These lads hailed from the dreary seaside town of Poole in Dorset County. Besides China Doll, other notable Poole partyers include Greg Lake of ELP, Edgar Wright, and even J.R.R. Tolkein saw fit to live there briefly during his retirement, he did of course eventually return to Mordor where he was cast into the fires of Mount Doom. Anyways, China Doll, like so many of these fucking bands, released one single and then sat back and waited over pints down at the local boozer for the hairy knuckles of fame and fortune to come knocking. The a-side "Oysters and Wine" is a boogie woogie bar rocker that really gives the what for to some painted lady who thinks she's some kind of high society fancy-fanny bint. The b-side "Past Tense" starts off like a typically cornball ballad but jumps into gear and yields some passable shepherd's pie and darts rocking. Pretty cool little record, wouldn't really want much more China Doll than this. Go for it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jhkxefwhiw9saku">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2335127205605487162?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-2263414537327237152011-09-18T00:08:00.000-07:002011-09-18T00:09:03.225-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sKSQJHAcM64/TldbTW2gB0I/AAAAAAAAFHs/bu_lmY2WhKs/s1600/Paul.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sKSQJHAcM64/TldbTW2gB0I/AAAAAAAAFHs/bu_lmY2WhKs/s400/Paul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645081046042019650" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Paul Chambers was taken from the earth at the young age of 33 by tuberculosis. However in his brief life, Paul turned in outrageously brilliant performances on well over a hundred albums, including memorable sessions with the likes of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Sonny Rollins, Bud Powell, Oliver Nelson, Lee Morgan, Thelonious Monk, Hank Mobley Jackie McLean, Freddy Hubbard...well just about everyone. Chambers also lead eleven sessions, three for Blue Note in '56 and '57. The third of these Blue Note dates yielded the amazing <i>Bass On Top</i> album. On this fine record, Paul Chambers, joined by Hank Jones, Kenny Burrell and Art Taylor, digs in to standards by Cole Porter, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, as well as others. There is also one original piece at the album's close titled Chamber Mates cowritten with guitarist Kenny Burrell. Dig into this monumental work by one of the most innovative and prolific bassists in Jazz history.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?l93qyflp1votkj3">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-226341453732723715?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-64108139559240599362011-09-17T00:01:00.000-07:002011-09-17T00:02:45.571-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvkBPE4P8-o/TldZ02lBSkI/AAAAAAAAFHk/4AXaOlG2tec/s1600/long_live_the_kane.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvkBPE4P8-o/TldZ02lBSkI/AAAAAAAAFHk/4AXaOlG2tec/s400/long_live_the_kane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645079422471064130" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Go back in time with me to when rap was young and innocent. Back to a time when guys with fun names like Biz Markie and Kool Moe Dee were at the top of the game. Remember when Just-Ice was probably the most terrifying emcee making records? Remember Big Daddy Kane, and how much diamond-studded pink canoe this dude pulled? Seriously, there was time when this fresh faded Lothario just uttered a few lines and the furback turtles came a crawlin'. Look at the cover: it's Kane's first album, and already he has women bringing him fruit, fanning him with purple peacock feathers, and offering him goblets of wine. When was the last time anyone fanned you? Right. <i>Long Live The Kane</i> starts of strong with "Ain't No Half Steppin,'" utilizing a sample from The Meters. Here Big Daddy makes it abundantly clear that he is a formidable emcee with his voice, delivery, and the fact that he mentions it about a hundred times. And in case you were unclear on Kane's role as a leader in the rap game, "Raw" contains more boasts, more bold claims, and once again the whisker biscuits get buttery at the confidence and swagger of the Daddy. "Set it Off" picks up the pace and shows why Marley Marl was one of the leading hip hop producers at the time. Kane still isn't done letting you know how badass he is. Big Daddy eventually takes a break from stating his own case to woo all the smelly jelly holes with a tender R&amp;B ballad, "The Day You're Mine." Kane can't really sing, and this is before autotune, but it doesn't matter, the butter boat still comes. "On the Bugged Tip" is a fun number with a great guest spot by BDK ballwasher, Scoob Lover. More boasts, more beats, and <i>Long Live The Kane</i> has done its work. No half steppin'. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?obdjycx5st5qjd6"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?obdjycx5st5qjd6">Here</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6410813955924059936?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-23820474818717682192011-09-16T00:26:00.001-07:002011-09-16T00:26:28.894-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wnvsAdBXM/TldYaKEVGrI/AAAAAAAAFHU/7hJQCQv5mkA/s1600/1206.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3wnvsAdBXM/TldYaKEVGrI/AAAAAAAAFHU/7hJQCQv5mkA/s400/1206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645077864334564018"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Fuck yes. Canadian Speed Metal Gods second, and far superior, album was called <i>Evil Invaders</i>. It would seem that between <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2011/06/executioners-song.html">their debut </a>and this one Razor trimmed some of the fat and became something more vicious. <i>Evil Invaders</i> seems a bit more punk even than <i>Executioner's Song.</i> Also gone is the desire to "please the crowd, it has been replaced with the need to "Spit on those who dare to pose." Cool.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?xj7azpnatwnuefe">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2382047481871768219?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-77587425679731286532011-09-15T00:13:00.000-07:002011-09-15T00:14:07.425-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIQJtEXGZcw/TldXLhtqtEI/AAAAAAAAFHM/q1p8dUmpT-s/s1600/Bored-Youth---Touch-%252526-Go-%25281990%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIQJtEXGZcw/TldXLhtqtEI/AAAAAAAAFHM/q1p8dUmpT-s/s400/Bored-Youth---Touch-%252526-Go-%25281990%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645076513472296002"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a pretty killer hardcore 7" you may have missed. Bored Youth were from Detroit. Touch and Go records released their one and only statement. There is a serious dearth of information on this band and record. I believe that the band originally released this on a tape, then T&amp;G issued the EP in limited numbers and in 1990 Lost and Found reissued it, presumably without permission. I don't know what became of the bored youths of Bored Youth, perhaps they grew up to become bored adults with boring jobs. I just don't know and now I am bored of writing this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?rh46sa2r340l3wt">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7758742567973128653?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-63968104225582558082011-09-14T00:44:00.000-07:002011-09-14T00:45:15.841-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGxw8T9RkwM/TldWiPEPS3I/AAAAAAAAFHE/lCipUql8yoA/s1600/acov_tid137721.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGxw8T9RkwM/TldWiPEPS3I/AAAAAAAAFHE/lCipUql8yoA/s400/acov_tid137721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645075804092058482"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I imagine there were abut a million bands calling themselves Gypsy in the '80s but this post is about a young band of Swedish hopefuls who managed just one single in their time, but what a record it is. "Explosive Hangover" starts with a mournful acoustic guitar intro but soon jumps up to a mid-tempo rocker about waking up after a particularly drunken night. Our protagonist wakes to find a strange girl in his bed but not much else happens other than a clumsy guitar solo. "World War III" has a more 70s hard rock vibe, and fairly typical lyrics about the anxiety young people faced in the '80s around nuclear arms proliferation, a much more serious concern than waking up with some tramp you don't remember. So, Gypsy weren't all that good, but this record is a charmer, and at seven minutes, doesn't wear out it's welcome.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?44i625wr072bz39">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6396810422558255808?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-2338721389761040122011-09-13T00:02:00.000-07:002011-09-13T00:03:16.965-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asv7xkKKtxI/TldVd7b9CDI/AAAAAAAAFG8/c2EPioNsQVk/s1600/12934-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asv7xkKKtxI/TldVd7b9CDI/AAAAAAAAFG8/c2EPioNsQVk/s400/12934-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645074630591711282"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Skepticism, like <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2011/08/despondency.html">Esoteric</a>, formed in the early '90s with the intent of creating some of the most deconstructed dooooom the world has ever heard. After and EP and a demo, the band oozed forth this massive shoggoth of sonic bludgeon titled <font style="font-style:italic;">Stormcrowfleet</font>. While the focus seems to be on mammoth tones and unfathomably slow tempos, there is a certain despondency to the material that works incredibly well. The production is sepulchral, conjuring images of vast landscapes, unfathomable dread, and insurmountable sadness. Skepticism are often lauded as the originators of what is called "Funeral Doom" and for good reason, <i>Stormcrowfleet</i> is a monument carved in stone that will survive the ages, forever reminding us just how fucked up things can be. Absolutely mandatory.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?00os6s0utpc63c8">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-233872138976104012?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-55044691053215949852011-09-12T00:31:00.001-07:002011-09-12T00:31:36.638-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaMuKv_Z5WU/TldR6Guv6sI/AAAAAAAAFG0/NnUIhqMBM4w/s1600/cover-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaMuKv_Z5WU/TldR6Guv6sI/AAAAAAAAFG0/NnUIhqMBM4w/s400/cover-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645070716613159618"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a an ugly berserker of an album from a Japanese band called Gibbed. As far as I know, Gibbed released just this one EP in 1991. Rumors arose that this was actually members of CFDL and/or Unholy Grave and S.O.B. working to create something even more extreme than their main bands. I don't know if there is any truth to this, but I guess that could be possible.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mp6y6vxa99dsea2">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5504469105321594985?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-1960326186316563142011-09-11T00:04:00.001-07:002011-09-11T00:04:28.983-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KY2SCZ0g87o/TlqDAVe3pVI/AAAAAAAAFIE/qCb1lx5ghhI/s1600/4052535.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KY2SCZ0g87o/TlqDAVe3pVI/AAAAAAAAFIE/qCb1lx5ghhI/s400/4052535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645969124652197202"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Hades were somewhat early to the whole Norwegian Black Metal party, mainman Jorn even did some time for being an accomplice to a young Varg Vikernes in some church burning, but people just don't really talk much about Hades anymore. Shame really, <i>Alone Walkying</i>, their demo from 1993, is a solid piece of Bathory-inspired epic Black Metal. The production is typical Grieghallen. Hades evokes the feeling of overlooking misty fjords, longboats cutting through icy waters, heroic battles, and a pantheon of bearded, bellicose gods who weave fate for Norsemen as rugged as their coastline.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ynptec7zzw9blmc">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-196032618631656314?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-60740511091144797062011-09-10T00:02:00.001-07:002011-09-10T00:02:24.305-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpHHfqDfkbk/TldRCJnMfbI/AAAAAAAAFGk/2rXLKn57uvM/s1600/4373XL.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PpHHfqDfkbk/TldRCJnMfbI/AAAAAAAAFGk/2rXLKn57uvM/s400/4373XL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645069755314109874"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's another small dose of this Witch House drug that has all the cool kids panty-moist and clamoring for more obscure vinyls and CDRs by entities with names like †‡†, ///▲▲▲\\\, ▼□■□■□■, pyr∆mid, <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2011/08/white-ring-vs-ooooo.html">White Ring, oOoOO</a>, SLEEP ∞ OVER. But this is SALEM, one of the bigger names in this fledgling scene. This single contains two druggy, synthy, throbby numbers that sound a bit more benevolent than other SALEM releases I have heard. You may hate this kind of shit, I do not. You may dismiss this whole thing as another passing trend to clutter up the landfills and clearance bins of a not-too-distant future, sure, but who gives a fuck?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?kmho8s2u6u7j8ch">Drugs</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6074051109114479706?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-86680001518636759602011-09-09T01:05:00.000-07:002011-09-09T01:06:08.608-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zCJos4ACHI/TldQnMClmaI/AAAAAAAAFGc/0XpOL04NZUs/s1600/Dark%2BAngel%2B-%2BDarkness%2BDescends.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zCJos4ACHI/TldQnMClmaI/AAAAAAAAFGc/0XpOL04NZUs/s400/Dark%2BAngel%2B-%2BDarkness%2BDescends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645069292109404578"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I like Dark Angel simply because they were the most German sounding American thrash band of the '80s. They were all skilled, but they also weren't afraid to be a bit rough around the edges, and they fucking played fast. Most will agree that <i>Darkness Descends</i> was the band's benchmark release, but I would go as far as to say it is one of the five best American thrash albums of all time. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tw8x5v9xz90plbh">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8668000151863675960?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-86697403724200812102011-09-08T00:00:00.000-07:002011-09-08T00:01:05.564-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGHen9PDyIw/TldP8OzoPJI/AAAAAAAAFGU/4e5WmpxNaFY/s1600/Assault_precinct_13_038401.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGHen9PDyIw/TldP8OzoPJI/AAAAAAAAFGU/4e5WmpxNaFY/s400/Assault_precinct_13_038401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645068554117594258" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Assault on Precinct 13</i> may not be my first pick for best John Carpenter film, but it does have his most compelling soundtrack work. Carpenter's minimalist compositions, dated synths, and general creepiness would sit quite comfortably alongside these new-fangled electro-hipster bands. Get this now before it is repackaged as the cool new Gatekeeper release. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2k9ti2k45k43upe">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8669740372420081210?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-83770212922731981862011-09-07T00:01:00.000-07:002011-09-07T00:02:14.501-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzC48muNNy0/TldN1PEuyDI/AAAAAAAAFGE/0r7u7TmZfv8/s1600/blowfly%257E%257E%257E%257E_xrated3cd_101b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 351px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QzC48muNNy0/TldN1PEuyDI/AAAAAAAAFGE/0r7u7TmZfv8/s400/blowfly%257E%257E%257E%257E_xrated3cd_101b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645066234906986546"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The best works as compiled by the frenetic fuck freak himself. Might be a great introduction to one of the first dirty rappers on the scene, Miami's master of the party album, the sultan of stag, the bishop of blue, Blowfly. For those of you not in the know, Blowfly is the Nom de Poon of Mr. Clarence Reid. Motherfucker has been churning out nasty fucking albums and tapes for forty years. I grew up in South Florida, where Blowfly is a local legend. His tapes were sold at flea markets, in liquor stores, head shops and often kept behind the counter in cooler record stores, where they couldn't fall into the hands of minors. Ironically it was young punk rocker kids who found Blowfly's juvenile parodies and absurdly pornodelic lyrics most hilarious. My first Blowfly tape was <i>Blowfly's Freak Party</i> and for that reason it remains my favorite of his vast dickography. I vividly recall listening to it with my friends and squealing in delight as Blowfly cackled and spewed forth lyrical gems like "Safari, watch her suck a lion's dick." In the course of his twenty-plus albums Blowfly managed to fuck on tape Satan, Mr. T., Fidel Castro, punkers, animals, mythical creatures, and a myriad of cock-crazed bitches and ho's. Now let Blowfly give your ear holes the deep dicking they deserve with his very best works.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?f1hjxtrow3dtlc7">XXX</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-8377021292273198186?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-54842584443604201632011-09-06T00:00:00.001-07:002011-09-06T00:00:19.206-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZw0je9c3dU/TkmShf2FjDI/AAAAAAAAFE4/GiMvwmbLTUk/s1600/fro.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZw0je9c3dU/TkmShf2FjDI/AAAAAAAAFE4/GiMvwmbLTUk/s400/fro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201112439950386"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Louise Huebner is the official witch of Los Angeles, and considering the high volume of batshit crazy crones running around in the city of angels, that is quite a high honor. In the extremely witchy year of 1969, Ms. Huebner released this album in the hopes of teaching the powers of seduction as well as educate the benighted public to the realities of witchcraft. Over the course of the album's run time. Louise, with the aide of reverb and spooky sound effects, demystifies such topics as demons, magick, and most important...witch fucking. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fhu0v3ol1kop1yu">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5484258444360420163?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-12687658903638172652011-09-05T00:25:00.001-07:002011-09-05T00:25:41.506-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZCbzapU7Is/TlWSQqf9hoI/AAAAAAAAFFo/qq95TjUooQE/s1600/Ash-Ra-Tempel-Ash-Ra-Tempel-368207.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZCbzapU7Is/TlWSQqf9hoI/AAAAAAAAFFo/qq95TjUooQE/s400/Ash-Ra-Tempel-Ash-Ra-Tempel-368207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644578522962691714"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's the first album by the kvlt Kraut Rock band Ash Rah Tempel. Klaus Schulze played the drums, Manuel Gottsching played guitar, and Hartmut Enke played bass. The album contains two lengthy, seemingly improvised tracks. "Amboss" starts as a low hum, cymbals swell, toms rumble in. The song builds with chaotic drums and effected druggy guitars. Things break down into a lopey drum solo by Schulze which gives way to some chicken scratchy guitar that rings in the chaos of the first half. I swear there are blastbeats around the 19 minute mark. "Traummaschine" is a bit more tranquil at first and then turns somewhat menacing before returning to it's original shape. When I listen to this album (which isn't often) I am always reminded of the trajectory of Godspeed You Black Emperor's songs. I would not be the least bit surprised if the members of Godspeed cited Ash Ra Tempel as a major influence. Now you can list them as one of your influences as well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ivsczte3a6nr9ie">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1268765890363817265?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-76723190698738243282011-09-04T00:00:00.001-07:002011-09-04T00:00:45.204-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xg-X9DSQ3s0/TlWOp4L0rYI/AAAAAAAAFFg/XqJGlMdzaVg/s1600/Lou-Donaldson-Blues-Walk-507907.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xg-X9DSQ3s0/TlWOp4L0rYI/AAAAAAAAFFg/XqJGlMdzaVg/s400/Lou-Donaldson-Blues-Walk-507907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644574558086540674"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Lou Donaldson's earlier records get dismissed as Charlie Parker imitation by some harsher critics, but fuck those chalkies, <i>Blues Walk</i> is about as perfect as a hard bop album can get. Lou walks in and immediately starts swinging, the vibe is smokey, seedy, vaguely sinister. Over the course of the album Lou takes you through jumping numbers and a ballad, and then packs up that well-worn case shown on the cover, and heads out. Lou was just cool like that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?db1qbu790qy25zj">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-7672319069873824328?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-13485746800311671412011-09-03T00:01:00.000-07:002011-09-03T00:02:01.924-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrCylEqOBv0/TlWMOMtyQ4I/AAAAAAAAFFY/58iqSslAteM/s1600/Front-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UrCylEqOBv0/TlWMOMtyQ4I/AAAAAAAAFFY/58iqSslAteM/s400/Front-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644571883538105218"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a cool privately pressed treasure of Heavy Metal obscurity from Chicago. Emmy Strut were a spirited bunch of well-dressed lads who took the bull by the horns in 1985 and self-released this EP. And while Emmy Strut had some slick duds, professional hair, and some decent songs here, the production, particularly the guitars, are paper thin and amateurish. Not the kind of record that holds the promise of super stardom and boatloads of premium poon, but exactly the type of release that has record nerds and fans of lost metal drooling. Does anyone remember the Chess King stores?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ao0ssavqesavpgj">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1348574680031167141?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-68255353029199114012011-09-02T00:51:00.000-07:002011-09-02T00:52:21.894-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4p8K1viwIwk/TlWHi-gIuKI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/xOvvtYVCCcM/s1600/R-742594-1154364419.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4p8K1viwIwk/TlWHi-gIuKI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/xOvvtYVCCcM/s400/R-742594-1154364419.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644566742941874338"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">"Nardcore" refers to the punk scene from Oxnard, California's lima bean capital and home to some of the better bands that played the ol' hardcore in the '80s. We heard from <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2009/04/oxnard.html">Ill Repute</a>, <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-used-to-totally-be-my-bro-and-then_25.html">Stalag 13</a>, and <a href="http://cosmichearse.blogspot.com/2010/12/plug-in-jesus.html">Dr. Know</a> but this comp also has tracks from other Nard-hitters like R.K.L., Agression, and Scared Straight, and some lesser known Nard tards like False Confession (who rule,) Rat Pack (also rule), The Rotters (not so great,) A.F.U., and Habeas Corpus. More good than bad on this regional compilation. <i>Nardcore</i> (the album) serves as a great primer in Nardcore (the scene) or a snapshot of certain place at a certain time. So what if it's on Mystic?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?91t96uk30458s16">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-6825535302919911401?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-49357565966437393772011-09-01T00:18:00.000-07:002011-09-01T00:19:10.939-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuF99LyVQII/TkmTO4P1kyI/AAAAAAAAFFI/T9uUmEEEQOk/s1600/Picture%2B1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuF99LyVQII/TkmTO4P1kyI/AAAAAAAAFFI/T9uUmEEEQOk/s400/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201892084519714"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Trespass were another NWOBHM band that managed a modicum of success in their day, with a few decent singles and EPs. The third (and best) of these records was <i>Bright Lights</i>, which contains three tracks. The standout title track tells the all too familiar story of a city kid running afoul of the local constables between the neon and the urban filth. "The Duel" is a gallopy number about, what else, a duel. The EP ends with "Man and Machine" is about a man's love for his motorcycle. So there you have it, in just three songs Trespass cover three quintessential NWOBHM topics: City kids, heroic deeds, and motorcycles. That sort of makes <i>Bright Lights</i> a kind of NWOBHM cliff notes, and so highly recommended.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?a7z52c8ff9pb0nz">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4935756596643739377?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-23538951935830520912011-08-31T01:27:00.001-07:002011-08-31T01:27:27.591-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpegAhbkaa4/TkmR_ZEg1yI/AAAAAAAAFEw/H-EGYm2bJRk/s1600/dead_can_dance_1984.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpegAhbkaa4/TkmR_ZEg1yI/AAAAAAAAFEw/H-EGYm2bJRk/s400/dead_can_dance_1984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641200526505858850"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Listening to this classic is like finding a passage to a magical woodland in your closet, where you are greeted by a married couple of benevolent forest mages named Brendan and Lisa who make you a strong hallucinogenic tea concoction and show you the wonders of their arcane realm. The whole journey takes but an hour or so, but in that scant time you encounter a bounty of mystical creatures and supernatural wonders. At the end, Brendan and Lisa lead you back to the portal to your own mundane world, impart upon you some glittery wisdom, and then disappear into the shimmering folds of memory and dreams. You miss them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?c24hm41ldrzn7r1">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2353895193583052091?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-28711326458067399632011-08-30T00:02:00.001-07:002011-08-30T00:02:41.652-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqURN4Yx1uU/Tklh5bqrIgI/AAAAAAAAFEo/6QjvK9zZF1Y/s1600/cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqURN4Yx1uU/Tklh5bqrIgI/AAAAAAAAFEo/6QjvK9zZF1Y/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641147647565439490"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Drummer, Pete LaRoca's one and only session as a leader for Blue Note resulted in one of the label's finest and most consistent releases. <i>Basra</i> is aural pleasure from start to finish with evocative rhythms, beautiful textures, and stunning performances by Joe Henderson, Steve Swallow, and Steve Kuhn. The album starts off with the latin flavor of "Malaguena." The piece is exotic, yet grave, and Henderson's moan and bark lead the band into a sort of controlled chaos. "Candu" is an upbeat funky number. "Tears from Heaven" melds modal Jazz with the stranger post-bopisms that were coming into fashion at the time. The title track is an absolutely gorgeous landscape of sound, sultry, sexy, and altogether mysterious. The aptly titled "Lazy Afternoon" is a perfect companion to just that, a relaxing, somewhat pensive day. The album closes with the swing of "Elderdown," reminding us that for all it's wonderful twists and moods, <i>Basra</i> is a Jazz record after all. If you aren't a huge fan of Jazz, and only really want one or two solid albums in your collection, then I recommend one of them be this gem<i>.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> <br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tab6o444gwv78re">Here</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> <br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i> <br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-2871132645806739963?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-57586014811875068002011-08-29T01:08:00.001-07:002011-08-29T01:08:54.152-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1whdMkMxRs/TklgzVL4nzI/AAAAAAAAFEg/V2356vDJ6xw/s1600/godflesh_1277059014_crop_550x550.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X1whdMkMxRs/TklgzVL4nzI/AAAAAAAAFEg/V2356vDJ6xw/s400/godflesh_1277059014_crop_550x550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641146443234844466"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Justin Broadrick, bored and frustrated with the bands he'd been doing, called his friend GC Green in an attempt to get Green to include him in a reformed version of Green's band Fall of Because. There were some problems keeping a steady line up and soon Green and Broadrick found that the two of them worked well as a duo with a drum machine, Godflesh was born. This debut only hints at the monstrous machine the band would later become.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1l2tm2ael0jyfip">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5758601481187506800?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-17465972347032328252011-08-28T00:05:00.000-07:002011-08-28T00:06:07.241-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2A3BzgDRPxo/TklgbxvZUHI/AAAAAAAAFEY/o-QAcjixOw4/s1600/album-RunDMC-King-of-Rock.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2A3BzgDRPxo/TklgbxvZUHI/AAAAAAAAFEY/o-QAcjixOw4/s400/album-RunDMC-King-of-Rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641146038583119986"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">No one in their right mind would dare dispute RUN DMC's roles as pioneers, and as awesome as their first album is, it was the sophomore release, <i>King of Rock</i>, that I believe was their pinnacle. Listening to this now the rhymes seem naive and a bit pedestrian, but when it released in 1985 it was the shit. The video for the title track was the first Hip Hop video to get play on lily white MTV, and RUN DMC were the only rap act invited to "step on stage at Live Aid," if I am to understand correctly, all the people gave and the poor got paid. The follow up to <i>King of Rock</i>, titled <i>Raising Hell,</i> was a commercial success that produced their biggest hit with the collaboration with Aerosmith, but in my opinion, it is a spotty album that doesn't hold a candle to <i>King of Rock</i>. Today would be a fine day to revisit this classic, you might be surprised at just how many of the lyrics you remember. R.I.P. Jam Master Jay.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?djaa4q111bha52y">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-1746597234703232825?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-55480247784414018952011-08-27T00:00:00.000-07:002011-08-27T00:01:19.468-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goocdqRmhb8/TklgC-dbc8I/AAAAAAAAFEQ/sB7lYxpCfu0/s1600/hmeruption-front.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goocdqRmhb8/TklgC-dbc8I/AAAAAAAAFEQ/sB7lYxpCfu0/s400/hmeruption-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641145612500693954" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a post that I have been really excited about. As much asI am a huge fan of these obscure regional Heavy Metal comps from the '80s, usually they yield one or two discoveries, a few passable bands, and then one or two laughable abominations. <i>Heavy Metal Eruption</i> is a welcome exception, a privately-pressed Italian grab bag of awesome. Every track here is decent. Halloween kick it off with an obviously NWOBHM inspired gem "Vikings" Crying Steel keep it steely with "Thundergods," a peppy cut of real Heavy Metal. I have heard the bulk of Crying Steel's catalog and these Bolognese bangers had it right. Death SS is one of Italy's best known metal bands. Their contribution, "Black and Violet" is pure occult doom bliss. Elektra Drive serve up a great song called "The Lord of the Ring" that sounds like Slough Feg meets Pagan Altar with spacey keyboards. Ransackers keep it metal with "Deathline." some odd acoustic guitars, squirly solos, and strange vocals make this track another charmer. Revenge slunk along with sleazy number "Angels In Leather." Revenge comes off kind of like Judas Priest circa <i>Defenders of the Faith</i> but with the addition of quaaludes. Hearse favorites, Rollerball are the greatest Italian Heavy Metal band of all time and their track "Wild Town" just cements that notion. Shining Blade bring the lamp down with a ballad called "Freakish Footsteps" maybe not the best choice to represent their band. Still not a bad track, give them a break. Steel Crown bring us back with the way over the top "Prisoners In The Box." Jesus, listen to the drummer and bass player, Steel Crown kept busy. Strana Officina, ,these unhinged uomini are the only band here that sings in Italian. The music is dirty rocking Heavy Metal with the confident vocals of an absolute character named Bud. <i>Heavy Metal Eruption</i> is a veritable Vesuvius of molten metal, enjoyable from front to back.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?i9abymmi03c4f3m">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-5548024778441401895?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647347951643678479.post-45920998397304763122011-08-26T00:01:00.001-07:002011-08-26T00:01:54.711-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftyOdJtHu-Q/TklfoghwOpI/AAAAAAAAFEI/6JCGDleHawo/s1600/cro-magsthe%252Bage%252Bof%252Bquarrel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftyOdJtHu-Q/TklfoghwOpI/AAAAAAAAFEI/6JCGDleHawo/s400/cro-magsthe%252Bage%252Bof%252Bquarrel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641145157789170322"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">All you need to know: These are hard times. The streets, the city, the world is is a cold, fucked up place. Surviving isn't easy, but you got to survive, and to survive you got to fight. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?f657n4ebtwtp6dt">Here</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647347951643678479-4592099839730476312?l=cosmichearse.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aesophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00990490489634243519noreply@blogger.com13