Forest

Here is the self-titled debut from one of the Blazebirth Hall's most important bands (for more on Blazebirth Hall go here) Originally formed in 1994 by Blazebirth bros Ulv Gegner, Dagorath, and Kaldrad, the band didn't release this hypnotic gem until 1996. Soon after, Dagorath left Blazebirth Hall and abandoned their staunch right wing ideals. It has been rumored that he is now dead, perhaps even rubbed out for doing so. Violence and death struck Forest once again in 2005 when Ulv was murdered under mysterious circumstances. Forest carries on as the concern of Kaldrad, the remaining original member. If you have experienced Blazebirth Hall, you know what to expect, everyone else is in for a treat of hypnotic, ethereal, Russian Black Metal. Distant, cold, and otherworldly. This album is colossal.

Пуща

My Mom is a Stupid Bitch

Totally jacked this from the Audio Savant blog. Lunchfuck is Adam Long and the album is called My Mom Is a Stupid Bitch. If you are annoyed by prank phone calls you might want to avoid this. If you aren't, and you take pleasure in the truly uncomfortable, and hate your mother, I cannot urge you enough to get this. Cruel and genius in one handy dandy Lunchfuck. That's all I'm going to say on this one, hear for yourself.

Hello Mom!

Metallic Squadrons

Tan ahora usted sabe del boner Cósmico Hearse para los álbumes regionales obscuros de la compilación no importa cómo es débil es la música real. Éste viene de México. Escuadrón Metálico recoge el ' más venenoso; bangers 80s del sur de la frontera. ¡Sobre todo estas bandas juegan el metal clásico de la velocidad con vocals del falsetto cantado en español, doble del ataque del tambor bajo…METAL!!! Las bandas incluyen Gehenna, Aspid, Z, Khafra, y Ramses.

Aqui

For The Glory of Zemial

Zemial are mystikal ancient kult band comprised of Eskarth the Dark One and Archon Vorskaath, the two hellenic hermanos that make up the amazing band Agatus. Zemial isn't as polished as Agatus, and opt for a more direct and simple approach to Black Metal. For The Glory of Ur was the duo's first full length and it was released in 1996. Ur was a great city in Sumer, it was also the home of Sin Nanna, the Sumerian moon god. Zemial pays its respects to this once great desert metropolis with seven typically Greek and understated tracks and a Bathory cover. Glorious.

Δόξαn

Red

Tallow was a San Francisco band operating in the early '90s. Among their ranks was Laurie Sue Shanaman who now is best know for her role in Ludicra. However, the band's only release, 1993's Red Disc of Proxima was recorded before she joined. Tallow come off like an uglier Melvins or a more filthy AmRep band. A bit dated now but unnerving and rocking all the same.

Red

Starstruck

The fuckin' party starts now, assholes, 1984. Starstruck is rollin' up on interstellar choppers, givin' the motherfucking middle finger salute to the whole fuckin' galaxy. You terrestrial squares don't know how to cut loose and have a good time, so once again Starstruck is summoned from deep space to put a bony foot in your tight ass. Starstruck actually hailed from the party town of Karisruhe Germany. Thru To You was their only album, and it is a cannon full of confetti and generic OTT rockers about, well, party things like chicks and cars and the very act of rocking hard. Okay, this doesn't really rock all that hard, more like AOR/Hard Rock, but if you are planning a party this summer, or in the '80s, this might come in handy, but keep your eye on Klaus, that rascal has plans on spiking the punch.

Ich möchte party

Bitterness

Asocial were one of Sweden's most brutal punk bands of all fucking time. They hated you, they hated your system, and the hated your fucking face. Fuck yourself.

Avsky

Dry Spell

Dry Spell is a particularly nasty Black Metal band from Tampa. Dry Spell's members also operated in the bands Natte Ulf and Sigil SS (if anyone has anything by these bands please share.) Under The Blackened Skys of War was the bands second demo, and last before founding member, Grond, hung himself in 2004. Dry Spell carried on and a 3-way split with Deathkrush and Whorde was released in 2008. As was seen in the last post, demos with typos in the titles always get special love from the Hearse, and this shit is sick, misanthropic noise from my home state. R.I.P. Grond, Long Live Dry Spell!!!

War!

Vacant Grave

Vacant Grave and their mustaches formed in 1986 in the bullshit fuck-all town of Manchester, Missouri. They wanted to outevil Slayer and came pretty close. This is a party, but one where no chicks show up and shit gets all weird when the beer runs out. Here's three demos bundled in one easy download because I love you.

Vacancy

Destroy Power

Here's a compilation EP released by Lost & Found in 1995. Uncurbed kick things off with their furious Swedish hardcore track "Riots In Blood" I am not sure where Taste of Fear hailed from but their contibution "Headstone" bears the early pummel of proto-grind and crust. Disgust are next, remember them? They were one of the more memorable groups in the sea of dis-clone band oversaturation at the time. Cold World were like Austria's answer to Siege, they really should have been better known. Finnish band Bastards sound a bit out of place here with their rather dated Finnish hardcore sound, I love them (even featured their amazing EP here) but they sound a bit wimpy sandwiched between Cold World and Dead Beat. Kaaos suffers the same affliction. Their track "Vaihtoehto" is one of their bests but has also appeared on numerous other more appropriate comps. Boston's legenday Disrupt grind and scrape through the 34 second "Same Old Shit." Sweden's No Security peel paint with their cut. Confrontation kinda suck but I am sure someone will tell me how they were really important and seminal and whatever. The whole affair is wrapped up by the two best known contributors, Siege and Heresy. Both kill of course. Not sure if this comp actually destroys power but it definitely destroys boredom for approximately fifteen minutes.

Destroy

The Niner!!!

Today is the utmost special day here at Hearse headquarters. It is Ezra's ninth birthday. To him it means presents, to his mother and me it means the halfway point. It is also your lucky day as Ezra has compiled his nine favorite songs for you dear readers. I'll let it be a surprise what songs he picked, but I assure you it is a quality mix. Happy Birthday, Little Beast. It has been a fun nine years.

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Cendres

Cendres is a mysterious French Black Metal band that released only one buzzing misanthropic tape titled Ungeziefer. Harsh, repetitive, black miasmas slathered in cobwebs and filth. For nighttime listening only.

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Shores

This band kind of trod the same path as Cosmic Hearse alumni Ashbury, Crowhaven, and Monarch. However, unlike those bands Shores of Evening were kinda lame. Yeah that cover suggests some ass-kicking biker metal band but this record is laughably bad. Even the promise of song titles like "Fist In The Air" and "Wreck This House Down" is totally watered down by pedestrian pub rock. You can almost hear the dulcet buzz of a Lowenbrau neon sign as the band slunks through another flaccid jam. Listen once and delete.

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Liberty or Death

Here is a fantastic lo-fi tape compilation of Japanese Hardcore bands that were previously unknown to me. The tape is called Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death (not very Japanese, eh?) and the bands are Baroudeur, Saru, Zverg, and Deformed-C. Baroudeur and Deformed-C sound exemplary of what we have come to expect from Japanese Hardcore with their wild soloing and gruff vocals. Saru and Zverg sound like they could have been from anywhere. I think I like Deformed-C best.

自由

Ceremonies

Alastor are a one-man NSBM band from Greece. Its sole member, Saturno also operates the equally spiteful Agarthia and is also a member of Ravenbanner, a sort of all-star band of Hellenic haters. Repetitive crude blastbeats rumble under grainy guitars, the choppy screamed vocals are overblown and way too loud in the mix making this another bit of kvlt outsider Black Metal for you to chew on.

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Sealings

I'm back with a lazy post. This Sealings tape was by far my favorite thing I downloaded from Terminal Escape, which is perhaps the best blog on the interwebs. Here I will lazily cut and paste The Wizard's writing on this amazing, mysterious band from the UK...

"Here's some pretentious arty shit that some of you will hate. Of course, some of you will also love it. The first track, "My Boyfriend's Dead," is a dark synth-drenched dirge that reminds me of early SUICIDE with a modern COLD CAVE-esque touch, it's by far the best track on the tape. "Atomised" is more of a straight rock number, and serves primarily as a segueway into the second side which is more along the lines of the first track, but trade the COLD CAVE reference for early JESUS AND MARY CHAIN. Yeah, I know...I'm not punk at all. Oops."

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R.I.P. Garry Shider

Garry Shider aka "Star Child" aka "Diaper Man" of Parliament/Funkadelic has sadly lost his battle with cancer. May your journey on the Mothership be swift and painless. You were a badass.

Rollerball

Here's some more Italian action from 1983 for your earholes, and am I ever excited about this one. Rollerball's debut EP Outlast The Game has to be one of my favorite obscure metal treasures. Rollerball hailed from Florence and played NWOBHM-inspired metal, but what makes this record an undisputed gem is the performance of a feisty frontman named Maxx Bell. The little guy's voice drips with so much character, and then, when the mood strikes him, he goes into his evil persona (check it out on the first song at about 2:44.) This record is pure joy right from the opening track "Rollerball," which sounds like Raven meets the Bad Brains to end, but the standout track is the oddly titled "Do You Know Alan?" Outlast The Game closes with the hook-laden track "Escape," and before you know it it is over and you are left wanting more Rollerball. Seriously, if anyone out there has their Don't Push The Button album please contact me, I need to hear it.

Qui

Also, the blog will be down for about a week (I know, there's been a lot of that lately) while I go up to Portland to do some Agalloch work.

Wretched

Wretched were from Milan, Italy. They played sloppy, breakneck, political hardcore. They did a split with the fantastic Indigesti in 1982 and followed up with this EP in 1983 titled In Nome Del Loro Potere Tutto È Stato Fatto. They were fiercely active in Milan's anarchist scene residing in the Virus squat, hosting shows, and running their own Chaos Produzioni label. They embodied the DIY anarcho ethos in the '80s and made some noisy fucking music in the process. Non dimentichi mai Wretched.

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Arianrhod

Arianrhod was a short lived raw Quebecois Black Metal band that self released one and only demo, 2001's La Reine Blanche. Despite the foofy cover and intro, Arianrhod rip into some hateful filthy scrape. Not unlike the uneasy French Canadian Black Metal of Malveillance and Akitsa that we have come to love.

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Burmese vs. Cadaver Eyes

The amazing Maxime at New Scream Industry was kind enough to send me a massive package of great swag, all wonderfully cruel releases, but the standout was this split. Cosmic Hearse favorites Burmese go toe to toe with their Israeli counterpart, Cadaver Eyes. Both bands were recorded live at WFMU. Both bands fucking hate you and vomit forth acidic vehemence from instruments on the verge of collapse. Both bands draw inspiration from harsh noise, powerviolence and grind. However, as fucked up as Cadaver Eyes is, Burmese's low end bully rape wins.

WAR!!!

The Mist

The Mist were a thrash band from Belo Horizonte Brazil. In 1991 they unleashed their second album The Hangman Tree, and it's really fucking good, and a vast improvement over their debut Phantasmagoria. Generally I don't go for this kind of slick thrash but The Hangman Tree is really fun in a sort of less accomplished Coroner way. At times it reminds me a bit of old Sepultura (guitarist Jairo Guedz was a founding member of Sepultura and played on Morbid Visions) and on occasion they channel classic Megadeth. Periodically The Mist ventured into some introspective cornball keyboard and acoustic guitar moments, but this keeps the album dynamic and interesting. The Mist were cool, but '91 seems a bit late for this type of thing. Oddly enough, if this came out last year I could see it getting some attention.

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Demonic

This record, Demon Priest, by a band called Syudan Jisatsu (Mass suicide,) was released in 1991 and has been the source of much conjecture amongst the collector set. First it was rumored that Sakevi of GISM sings on this (it does sound like him,) then it was said that this was a very thorough tribute to classic Japanese hardcore performed by a bunch of anonymous Finns. I don't know any more about this than anyone else. I do know that it kicks ass.

悪魔的

Ruins and Decline

Zaklon is mysterious one-man Black Metal band from Belarus. This self-released 2006 CDR titled Zrujnavanaja Velich (Ruined Greatness in the Belarussian language) is a cold and repetitive piece of Slavic pagan misanthropy. The rather obvious drum machine hammers out rolling mid-tempo throbs under melancholic distant guitars. Listening to Zrujnavanaja Velich is not unlike trudging through snow for the most part, occasionally there are moments of greatness as the title suggests, but it could have been so much greater had Zaklon's sole member, Temnarod, had a drum kit. Still way kvlt and well worth your time.

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Obscure Ovations

Proto-death from '86, Sweden's Obscurity were among the first of many sad-eyed Scandi-teens to follow Bathory into sonic Nifelheim and create Sweden's greatest export, Death Metal!!! Their debut, Ovations To Death. was pure primitive exuberance, and pretty extreme for the time. When this was released you were a fucking fetus, poser.

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Axeman

These guys are part of the super kvlt Black Twilight Circle operating out of Southern California, but Axeman, as the name implies, are Amebix worship and not a Black Metal band. Like Japan's Zoe, Axeman do little to rebuff the comparisons, hell, even some actual Amebix riffs appear on Arrive (get it? It's like Arise.) Like I said back when I posted Zoe's The Last Axe Beat EP, There are worse bands to emulate than Amebix.

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Hunok vs. Ancestors Blood

This split CD pits Hungary's somber masters of atavistic ritual music, Hunok, against Finnish kvlt Pagans, Ancestors Blood. Hunok was featured not long ago on The Hearse with their hypnotic opus Gesta Hungorum, so I may be coming to this bout with a slight bias. Hunok kicks things off the piece "Vagyakozas," it is separated into two parts. The first is very reminiscent of Savage Republic, tribal rhythms and native drums accompany jangling glassy guitars. Part two sees Hunok building on the atmosphere of the first part, adding louder distorted guitars that rise into a pagan crescendo. Another strong Hunok release. Ancestors Blood hail from Finland. They sound very much like a more adept, mid-era Graveland. However, nothing they do seems very memorable. They are the kind of band that, while I can find no real fault, I can't find much to grasp onto here. They play well, the production is misty and atmospheric, but there are literally thousands of bands that could make that claim. Sorry, but Hunok totally owns this one. Ancestors Blood didn't stand a chance.

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Der Todesking

Selbstmord für alle

Doom On You

"Attack!!! Are you ready for U.S. Speed Metal Attack?!?!?" Good, because Harbinger from Lansing, Michigan aren't fucking around, well maybe a bit. Their ritalin hyper metallic assault is too giddy to not have a tongue somewhere in a cheek. The album, titled Doom On You kicksoff with the track "Drivers To Hell," a spazzed out call to the troops of metal to unite to kill hardcore boys and white belts.Over the next half hour you get plenty more infectious throwback riffs and lyrics about epic metal things, the elimination of posers, and the triumph of metal. I am totally cool with that.

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Seven Minute Workout

I have often whined about hardcore getting away from the punks and falling into the meaty hands of the jocks but this absolutely takes the proverbial cake. Dead Lift, who hail from Michigan, literally cut the fat with their 7 Minute Workout Demo. Eight songs to get you psyched up to pump some fucking iron! Fucking stupid.

Lift It!

Rub One Out For The Devil

Does Satan really care if you masturbate in his name? Doesn't much matter to Apator, he's going to beat his meat in blasphemous tribute to the dark lord of the infernal abyss no matter what. Apator is the nom de evil of Robert Van Arnhem, a Dutch devil worshipping maniac who claims to have recorded a number of unholy demos between 1988 and 1995, Masturbate in Praise of Black Satan is the only one I have found (huge thanks to Funeral Stench.) Other utterly unchristian demo titles include: You would love to suck Apator's cock. He won't let you do it!!!, Apator's Stiff Cock Points At The Heavenly Sky, One Hell Of A Homo, and Apator Barks the Smile off Stupid Heterosexual Face. This demo contains no actual music, just Mr. Apator all alone ranting in his most evil effected voice about raping Christ. Not terribly unlike Hearse alum Lord Asmodeus. Play this loud at your next picnic.

SATAN!

New Rituals

Sometimes you find yourself on tour and you realize that the booker in whatever backwater town your in doesn't really give a fuck about what you do, he has just offered a show to any band that happens to be rolling through Chump Junction that night. He might round out the bill with a couple of local loser bands that he assures you "have a killer draw" which means their fat girlfriends will show up, drink the few beers backstage, snap some photos of their boyfriend's stupid porno grind band, and leave. Such was the case on Ludicra's recent stop in Little Rock, Arkansas. The first band was a group of knuckle-dragging jocks whose name evades me, I do however remember they had a song called "Six Dicks In One Chick," yeah, this night was looking bad. The second band wasn't much better. The pleasant surprise of the evening (outside of the gunfight in front of the venue) was Davenport, Iowa's own Mondo Drag. Mondo Drag were more out of place on this bill then us, they seemed miserable and confused and this is when we bonded. Mondo Drag follow the same retro course made popular by Witchcraft, their attention to detail is reflected in their gear, their clothes, and the cover of this album titled (oddly enough) New Rituals. Needless to say, Mondo Drag's set was quite a welcome surprise, especially after almost two hours of fat, pimply kids screaming about bukakke over gravity blasts. So at this point I'd like to thank the guys in Mondo Drag for making an otherwise unbearable night somewhat bearable, and I'd also like to thank them for giving me this CD, I have been loving it. New Rituals is a thoroughly enjoyable record of delicious atavist psych-rock from start to finish. The songs and production are authentic and the vibe is completely kitschy witchy cool. Usually this kind of revivalist nostalgia falls short of the mark, but Mondo Drag have put in the work and it shows.

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Green Metal

Not eco-friendly metal but rather metal from the emerald isle, Ireland. Another regionally specific metal comp that probably never got much attention outside it's country of origin, probably due to the fact that it isn't very good. Let's break it down. Assassin kick things off with some wimpy party pop metal. Poorly recorded and corny, Assassin doesn't leave much of an impression. Blackwych play some street tough NWOBHM style biker metal. Nothing extraordinary but having a song called "Metal Maniac" can't hurt. April South have a female vocalist, also worth noting: there first track "Oro Se Do Bheatha Bhaile" is sung in Gaelic and has a distinctive Irish feel, like a proto-Cruachan. Their second song "Rock n Roll Rodeo" is a feckin' mess. Up next is Kruger, and not to reference an old stereotype, they sound drunk. Kruger aren't great or anything but there is a charm to their sloppy approach to classic, fun heavy metal. Stonesnipe only get one track on the album, a ballad called "A Change From Yesterday." Totally forgettable. Speed contribute a track called "A Real Live Wire" apparently about a lass who is bad news. The song is made enjoyable by it's ham-fisted drum beat, corny overdubbed drum fills, and the banshee like shriek of the singer. Trojan kind of owns this comp based on the performance of vocalist Eddie Kenny and the driving chug of their track "Soldier's Song." Overall a fairly mediocre comp with a few highlights (Trojan, Speed, and Kruger.) I'm sure Ireland had better bands in 1985 than these.

Up The Irish!

Dispirit

Dispirit Rehearsal at Oboroten tape recorded 02-07-10.

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There is a Man in the House

When Ludicra played in Ft. Worth, Texas some years ago we had our minds blown by The Great Tyrant, a crushing synth-doom entity containing former Yeti members Tommy Atkins and Jon Teague and their most unnerving friend Daron Beck. The band defied description and stood as a towering monolith against your tritest categorizations. They may have hinted at influences buried in Krautrock, The Birthday Party, and towering Doom, but really they were just The Great Tyrant, it's all they knew. There Is a Man In the House is the band's unreleased full length. I imagine it will go unreleased as the band immediately morphed into Pinkish Black following the untimely death of Tommy Atkins on February 24th of this year. Darren and Jon's determination and drive for sonic obliteration in the wake of tragedy is truly inspirational. I was fortunate enough to see Pinkish Black perform in April, Tommy's bass cabinet on stage in memoriam screaming forth phantom sounds. It was a somber and beautiful (and very loud) tribute . The Great Tyrant is dead, long live Pinkish Black. Thank you Daron and Jon.

Link removed at the behest of the band, apparently a release IS pending. Sorry, gentlemen.

From The Fjords

Legend (not to be confused with the NWOBHM band of the same name) hailed from the USA, (New Haven, Connecticut to be exact,) and straddled the line between '70s hard rock and the Heavy Metal scene that was developing at the time. In 1979, Legend released their one and only album From The Fjords through Empire Records. This fascination with vikings and Norse landscapes predates Enslaved by thirteen years. Musically Legend had quite a bit in common with another unknown proto-metal band some thousand miles away, Manilla Road. From The Fjords is pure rocking bliss from prow to keel, the laid back vocal delivery of Kevin Nugent, the great songs, and you can't talk about this album without a mention of drummer Raymond Frigon's electrifying performance. Sadly, Kevin died in his sleep in 1983, before he could see this fantastic album become a sought after cult album. From The Fjords has been bootlegged, repressed, and dubbed over and over again. Slough Feg, America's greatest active Heavy Metal band paid tribute to the genius of Legend with a cover of "The Wizard's Vengeance"on their 1999 album "Twilight of the Idols." It is through such noble efforts that the Legend remains alive.

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Acceptance

One of the best (and generally unknown) '80s hardcore 7"s from the midwest. Mecht Mensch hailed from Madison, Wisconsin and only managed to eke out this hostile little record before some of the members went on to form the more art damaged The Tar Babies. Mecht Mensch, like most hardcore bands, were angry youth taking on the usual culprits with their lyrics, conformity, violence, war, and the subjectivity of truth, oh and zombies, there's zombies too.

Accept It!

Goodbye

Long Live 'n' Roll

Night On Brocken

Brocken Moon is a German Black Metal band that showed much promise through a handful of tape releases and then kind of lost me with the full length Das Märchen vom Schnee Perhaps Humanhater, the sole member of Brocken Moon, had effectively ran out of ideas at this point. However, this tape called Schattenlicht des Mondes showcases the band's earliest recording and it is genius. Cold and reflective genius from atop Northern Germany's highest peak, a lonely mountain where witches and warlocks meet to plot nefarious deeds and record demos.

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Danger!

Another great Zambian psych gem for you. The Ngozi family first came to my attention through their amazing 1974 collaboration with guitarist Chrissy Zebby Tembo. The Ngozi family was led by Paul Ngozi. In 1977 Paul brought his fine family into the studio and the result was the album, 45,000 Volts. Interestingly enough, Ngozi means danger, and you, my friend are in danger of having your mind blown by this records fuzzed out greatness. Rumor has it that a scant 600 LPs were pressed, making this collector nerd boner bait right here. It would seem that the good folks at Normal Records of Germany have been reissuing some of these lost Zambian treasures (Amanaz, Witch,) maybe this one is on deck. Until then...

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Ocrilim

Word on the street is that Mick Barr is some kind of genius. I know he is a guitar player. I watched him get locked out of his van once. Annwn is his bizarre landscape of layered guitars for you to wander in. My girlfriend hates this record, that just makes me love it more.  Also the CD contains several pages of Mick's fucked up doodles, so you should buy one or twenty. Mick won't care if I post this, he seems to not really care about much. I like that about him.

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Deteriorate

The dirthead bangers of Deteriorate resided in the bullshit town of Penndel, Pennsylvania. In 1993 the band entered Snugfit Studios (no kidding) in Rochboro, PA and laid down what would be their debut album Rotting In Hell. Weird thing is, it's a really great slab of primitive Death Metal from start to finish. Nothing technical or elegant, just the moronic pummel of gore-obsessed youth festering in the corpse of a tiny town like larvae with guitars. Later these guys would add keyboards and try their hand at the Black Metal that was forcing out interest in Death Metal. After the band deteriorated, vocalist Jack Gannon went on to create some pretty interesting Black Metal on his own as T.O.M.B. Rotting In Hell is a sadly overlooked classic that really should be reissued perhaps by a certain big metal label that also originated in Pennsylvania but has since aerially circumnavigated a certain aquatic predator. Seriously, I think the public needs this more than another Brian Posehn record. Just fuckin' sayin'.

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Who The Fuck Are You?

Pandemonium were from Holland and like fellow Dutch punkers, Lärm, they seemed to have an affinity for fast. Friends since kindegarten, they formed Pandemonium after having their minds blown by a U.K.Subs show (never cared for 'em myself.) The band frequented a punk house called Limbabwe and eventually started a label called Limbabwe Records. Who The Fuck Are You? was the band's first 7" release. It was released in 1983. Pandemonium were one of the greatest Dutch punk bands of all time, so who the fuck are you?

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Fell Voices

Fell Voices bear the elite distinction of being one of a handful of bands in the last ten years or so to remind me how absolutely religious and cathartic just seeing a band can be. They are indeed special and have elicited much gushing on my part. They hail from Santa Cruz, California and play mesmerizing Black Metal. They opt for a luddite approach favoring rickety gear, a simple three-piece line up, and an aversion to CDs, labels, and press.When they play live they don't use vocal microphones, Mike the drummer just howls into the air immersed in an unseen Oskorei. They may not even be keen on being featured here on my trendy blog, but fuck it, I love them too much to let them fade into a self-imposed obscurity. Art this beautiful demands to be shared. Here is their full length EP. You can argue their kvlt credentials all day, you can have your pithy debates as to whether they are "hipster" or not (although this isn't Last FM,) doesn't change the fact that a thousand corpse- painted clowns could never make something this deep. I have spoken.

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Power

You might think the "yellow" in this record's title refers to Power of Idea's origins in Japan, but the fact is that it is yellow as in a fucking sentient evil fucking bulldozer knocking you into the dirt and ripping your fucking tits off. Don't come to me weeping and titless, you have been warned, asshole.

殺害!

I'm Back!

I'm back, and while it was awesome meeting so many appreciative Hearse readers out there in the world, we got a lot of lost time to make up for. So without any further hesitation here is the best Dissection record not made by Dissection themselves, Necrophobic's Darkside. Enjoy.

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