The Cheifs

How fucking cool is this little EP? Not a whole lot is known about The Cheifs We do know they were from L.A., and if you were paying attention to side 4 of Black Flag's Everything Went Black you know these hardened beach punks rocked in the trenches of legendary holes like The Fleetwood, The Masque and The Whisky alongside Flag, The Stains, The Mau Maus. Cops would come and pound punker skull, and the scourge of punk was a panic inducer as seen on episodes of Quincy, and CHiPs. I have no idea what year this came out, or who released it, all I know is that it seers with So Cal hot weather disdain, and rocks hard too. Why so fucking mysterious?

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As Sahar

The Singapore Black Metal scene is a fascinating one. There are many bands to check out, but let's start with one of the oldest and coldest. As Sahar are a rather orthodox Black Metal from the region who tumbled from the vagina of the goat sometime around 1993. Their seventeen year commitment to no-fucking-around Black Metal has earned them the respect as one of Southeast Asia's most feral hordes. The band formed out of the smoldering nuclear ash of the legendary Singapura Satanic death/thrash act, Ethos. As Sahar have a staggering discography, and I imagine that most of this stuff isn't exactly available at Best Buy between Arsis and Atreyu, so if you are sitting on anything by As Sahar then you should share it. I will start it off by sharing the Casus Luciferi ep, which is really just a 1997 reissue of their first demo Primitively Eastern Winds from '93. In 1993 Black Metal was still pretty new, and probably even newer to Singapore, as a result As Sahar, at this point, still seem to have some more thrash and even '80s hardcore elements to their proto-Black Metal. Bow before the might of As Sahar!!!

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太陽の皇子

YBO² was a strange band from Tokyo whose personnel during their six year run reads like a veritable who's who of Japanese avant garde music, most notably members who went on to form Ruins, Zeni Geva, CCCC, Ghost...However the band was mainly the work of Matashi Kitamura who would go on to start Trans Records and later, SSE Communications. Here is YBO²'s 1986 ep Tayou No Ouiji. I am going to stop here, describing YBO² would be as easy as teaching someone how to get punched in the mind.

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Adversary

Adversary, another Swedish death metal band rotting in obscurity. These morbid minors wallowed in the bullshit town of Sandviken, a town known for a steel mill and bandy, which is some kind of ice hockey thing. Remains of an Art Forgotten would be the band's last (of three) self-released demos. For this recording, Adversary called on their bro, Matti Karki (Carnage, Dismember) to lend his burly pipes. It's Swedish, it's death metal. You pretty much know what this is like already.

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It's a Trap!!!

Here's Japanese hardcore record that doesn't get much attention, Client's 1988 Trap ep. Client give you all the trappings of ripping far eastern fastcore violence in these six songs; gruff vocals, metal tendencies, weird guitar solos, and breakneck speeds. Not as compelling as G.I.S.M. or Zouo but still worth a listen.

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The Revelation of Higher Mysteries

Deviser are a pretty odd, thrashy black metal band from Greece whose history can be traced back to 1988. This EP, The Revelation of Higher Mysteries was recorded and released in 1994. It has obvious production problems and a rickety performance, but still manages to capture a certain old school atmosphere and mystique that is nearly extinct in metal today. Deviser cram a lot into these three tracks, a scant nine and a half minutes, with secret rites, Lovecraftian horrors, gore, maggots, and a name drop to both Crowley and Manson. Excellent Hellenic kult weirdness.

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INSANE!!!

You all seem to respond to the posts about these early FWOSHM (first wave of Swedish Heavy Metal) bands, so I am excited to share with you all one of my favorite of these obscure recordings, Insane's Games of the World demo from 1983. Insane hailed from the bullshit town of Oskarshamn, a town known for it's nuclear power plant. We have well established that these young Swedish metal bands all seem to share a natural, naive charm and a seemingly endless joy in playing no-frills Heavy Metal, Insane is no different really. Insane's songwriting craft was a step above the milieu, these songs will stick like peanut butter in your pubes (don't ask how it got there.) Lyrically they deal in the usual metal topics: evil, knights, swords...but then there is the track "Living and Loving (and Dying For You)" in which front dude, Freddy Kuk, woefully croons about finding out that his favorite flicka is, in fact, a lesbian. Tough break, Kuk. Games of The World is so insanely great that is should be filed under "if you don't love this you are a dick."

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Catatonics

The Catatonics were probably the best thing about Flipside's Vinyl Fanzine 2, and yet this 1984 EP remains relatively unknown. These speed-obsessed punks called Syracuse home but don't let that fill your head with images of privileged, thick-necked, sweatshirt-clad mosh monkey assholes, The Catatonics were the real deal, hardcore when that meant something.

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Bulbous Creation

Here's some rather maudlin psych/hard blues rock goodness from a little known Missouri band called Bulbous Creation. This album, You Won't Remember Dying, was recorded in 1971 but didn't see a proper release until 1994 when the good folks at Rockadelic Records saved it from obscurity. There is a basement charm to this album that reminds me a bit of some of the Zambian treasures featured here on the Hearse, especially on the track "Satan." Sometimes albums like this can cause a mild panic in me, like how many balding insurance salesmen across the U.S. had amazing psych bands when they were in college that recorded something, but never got that deal they hoped for? What if we never hear that shit?

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Amon Sul

Ready for some Black Metal weirdness from France? This is Amon Sul, a bizarre trio from Calais. They seem to be going for an Immortal sound on this 1995 tape, Goat Mit Uns, but are foiled by an obvious drum machine, fuzzy guitars, and odd keyboard flourishes. The results are mesmerizing. Things got confusing when the member 'Apostle of Despair' left Amon Sul and formed Vucub Came, who also released a demo called Goat Mit Uns with some of this same material on it. Amon Sul is supposedly active, but haven't recorded in over fifteen years. Shame really, with a run time of fourteen minutes Goat Mit Uns leaves me wanting more.

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Cast Iron Canaries

The Cast Iron Canaries were an exceptional band from Santa Cruz (and later San Francisco.) They sounded a lot like The Damned, had a charismatic frontman named Tony, were great guys and super fun to hang out with. Sometime around 1992ish they managed to record this fantastic 4 song demo. If it would have fell into the right mits I am certain these guys would have gotten rich and famous and done a lot of choice blow with famous assholes.

One night I was drunk and ambling through the tenderloin and I saw Tony and Jim waiting in line to see the Jesus Lizard. They asked if I was going to the show and I replied that I was way too drunk and broke to go. Tony insisted I see The Jesus Lizard and bought me a ticket. It was really nice of him to do and I think I repaid the gesture by getting even drunker and getting kicked out after throwing up on some girl's hair. She had nice hair.

Anyways, Tony, Jim, and/or Dave, if you should stumble upon this post, I love you guys, and hope you are all well, and safe, and happy.

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The Day of Wrath

How is it that you love Bathory's first album so much, but you seem wholly indifferent to Bulldozer's debut The Day of Wrath? Is it because they're Italian? Is it because you haven't been bombarded with pictures of people in Bulldozer shirts? Is it because bands seldom cover their songs? Is it because "AC Wild" is not as mysteriously cool a moniker as "Quorthon?" Is it because their logo is pink? I just don't fucking get you, man.

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Attack!!!

Arguably the most important and influential artifact of Swedish Hardcore is this EP by Mob 47. Mob 47 hailed from the very no bullshit town of Stockholm, they wanted to play faster than anyone else at the time, and they may have done just that. This was released in the extremely punk year of 1984.

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Befouled

If you went nutters for the oddball paranormally obsessed Black Metal fumblings of Ahulabrum you would do wise to check out this tape by Befouled By Flies, a side project of Ahulabrum's extremely mysterious members. The band's moniker is apt, this sounds like a pestilential swarm of buzzing insects. Nightmarish white noise black metal filth. Essential!!!!

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The New Manson Family

One of my favorite bands, Mighty Sphincter, released their first LP, The New Manson Family in 1986, and despite what the liner notes say, Alice Cooper did not produce this album. Weird that one of America's most compelling goth bands in the '80s would hail from Phoenix, Arizona, but all that heat and bad blotter acid permeates every Sphincter release, and only adds to the nauseating, whirling confusion of their sound. This band was wholly ignored and dismissed in their day, but now this style is all the rage, so maybe they can finally get receive the praise they deserved. I believe mainman Doug Clark has resurrected the Mighty Sphincter, maybe a new album? Fuck, I hope so.

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Cursed

If you were shrewd enough to buy the first vinyl run of From Enslavement to Obliteration back in 1988, you already have this rare EP called The Curse. The rest of you grinders-come-lately will have to settle for this hypothetical digitized version on this trendy hipster blog.

Curses!

Aaargh!

Scraps were from France, they only cared about playing fast and fucking up your system. They were so fucking French and nihilist they had a song called "I hate memories." The aptly titled Aargh! EP was released in 1987 on Aaltrack Records. This is the band's second EP, but they did manage to eke out three EPs, two LPs and a tape during their ten year run. I struggle to imagine anything more punk than this record, and that includes Rancid. Oh, and if you want one of these, Amoeba in San Francisco has it for $100.

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Unholy Gate To The Dark Abyss

Kvell's brilliant Damned Journey for the Unholy War demo was featured way back in the Hearse's infancy when I posted a spotlight on the bizarre world of Korean Black Metal. The hallmark of these Korean kults is the presence of a caustic surface hiss that coats these demos in an arcane filth, like an old photograph or a favorite tape that has been played too many times. Kvell is no exception, and while the intro and outro pieces on Unholy Gate to the Dark Abyss, with fumbling surfy guitars are the most compelling moments on this album, the "regular" Black Metal tracks are so washed out and confusing it's hard not to love it. Kvell is almost more of a power electronics/drone band, whether this was their intent is unknown but it works incredibly well. Anything you can find on the Nerbilous label out of Korea is worth whatever you might pay for it. Seriously.

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For This Is Past

Seems there are so many buried treasures of Synth Wave to be unearthed and propped up here on the Hearse. This time we examine the work of the Dutch Ensemble Pittoresque, mainly their 1983 debut For This Is Past. Much like all these great bands, Ensemble Pittoresque play robotic dance music, however the addition of guitars makes this a bit more "conventional." The vocals and lyrics make this like a Synth Wave band you'd see in an '80s movie, the sort wearing vinyl and wrap around shades, but there is a calm, subdued quality to the songs. It's not as cold as some of the French bands, but often twice as cool, if that makes sense. Enjoy.

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Death Warrant

Here's another weird one-off release by another ultra-obscure '80s Heavy Metal outfit. This time it's seedy Germans, Death Warrant. The cover art alone is enough to win me over, but the Death Warrant's punk/new wave approach to NWOBHM style hard rock is pretty charming as well, kind of like a less-polished Accept fronted by a more polished Johnny Rotten. Oh, and the ESL lyrics about poon, rocking the stage, love, and drugs only sweeten the deal. On the opener "Ecstasy" nasal-voiced front-perv, Wolfgang Marquardt, sings what sounds like "If you suck my cock, I'll drive your clitoris." Death Warrant believed only in using single entendre apparently. Despite all this goofiness, the songs are catchy. This EP just fucking rules, but don't take my word for it.

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Miss Brukarna

Swedish punkers Missbrukarna's clever snark transcends the language barrier and this tape from 1983 gives you seventeen great, to-the-point songs in just over eighteen minutes. In my opinion, Krigets Gentleman is one of the finest Swedish hardcore releases. Kind of a shame this hasn't seen a proper release. Missbrukarna hailed from the bullshit town of Hudiksvall, a sleepy burg whose main attraction is the Stormbergmasten, a really tall television antennae, but if we've learned anything about Sweden from this blog, young folk from these boring towns produced some of the most compelling music ever made. Not sure I understand the presence of the odd pop song out, "Vi Blev Radd" but it can't hinder the power of this little pink tape. Some of you still may think that Swedish hardcore is the sound of punk to come, but it is not. Swedish hardcore is war.

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Headhunters

Herbie Hancock's classic 1973 album Headhunters is just so infunktious and beautifully executed I can't imagine anyone not loving it. Headhunters is like a hot day off in your favorite city with no obligations, so the possibilities are endless. Go have some ice cream, smoke some rat weed out of an apple in your favorite park, throw a frisbee to a dog, finally break the ice with that cute guy or girl you been thinking about. Life is good, but it is short, get crackin'.

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Crimson

So many bands called Witchcraft over the years, but this is the currently best-known, the Swedish retro-cool heavy psych band. Here's a very limited 7" they released between their absolutely perfect self-titled debut and their so-so second album Firewood. The a-side "If Crimson Was Your Color" is a stomping heavy psych piece complete with organ flourishes and lyrics about dragons and demons or some shit. The b-side "I Know You Killed Someone" is standard blues rock. Funny, but these two songs seem more authentic early 70s than anything else in their catalog. As much as I wanted to hate this band when every body was grooming their svenne nads a few years back, I just can't, they're just too good..

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Some talk show host guy and some Australian band make a record together.

This guy was in some band that was influential in the '80s, wrote some books, appeared in "The Chase" alongside Charlie Sheen and Ron Jeremy, and now has a talk show that I am not sure people watch. Along the way (1991) that guy met up with a band from Australia. They made a little record to pay tribute to another band from Australia who had a lot of songs that sounded the same about rock and getting laid. There is a b-side too that sounds exactly like what you might think a pairing of these two entities might sound. Why this was made, I am not certain. Not that it is bad, but not exactly necessary either.

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Sathanas Necrocunt

Perhaps it is time this blog gave Paul Von Aphid his own tag. The guy responsible for Hearse favorites, Zaaku and Demon City Reaper, has once again graced us with another taste of strangely harsh and compelling musickness in the form of a new project called Sathanas Necrocunt. The band name and the demo's title Nunraping Tormentor From Hell should give you some idea as to what this sounds like. Pretty soon Paul Aphid will just be a genre unto himself.

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Frontiers

There are a few things that Italy excels at: film, political corruption, and melodramatic '70s prog. So far we've had our cervelli thoroughly vaffunculo by the sonic spaghetti of such greats as Teoremi, Raminghi, and Jacula, and now let's add Procession to that list with their brilliant 1972 album, Frontiera. Procession's forays into guitar-oriented heavier psych and blues rock is far more appealing than much of the jazz-influenced pasta being served by many of the Italian prog bands of the time. Get super alto con i vostro amici, tossicomani.

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Sealings vs. Lois Magic

Sealings, whose debut tape that was featured on Terminal Escape and then here, go toe to toe and blow for blow with Lois Magic. Both bands hail from London and play minimalist electronic deathpunk with a lo-fi bent that reminds us of our favorite uber-fucked Black Metal tapes. Sealings are the more mopey of the two, while Lois Magic are considerably more noisy. Pretty close one here, but Sealings just has better songs. Lois Magic put up a great fight though.

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Tellurian

Here's Tellurian's one and only EP, the confusingly titled Reborn. Not sure when this was recorded, sounds like it could easily have been made in 1978, but it was in fact released in 2006. I can't find any information on these guys, which is a shame because this little record is so fucking good. Sabbathy classic doom via NWOBHM deliciousness that leaves me wanting more. Why does something this fantastic remain as obscure as an unmarked epitaph in fog clad English countryside cemetery? Anyone have any info on Tellurian?

R.I.P.

Dead and Desperate

Today is all about one of Florida's earliest punk bands, The U-Boats, and their second single Dead and Desperate. Sure they weren't as cool as Roach Motel or Hated Youth, but dude, this was 1982 in Tampa, and that fucking guitar tone is pretty dirty. To get an idea of how isolated these guys may have been from what was going on in the world of punk, take a look at the picture of them on the back cover looking like a third tier NWOBHM band complete with downy mustaches and headbands. Cool in it's uncoolness, naively charming proto-punk from the dick state.

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