|
Leviathan - Massive Conspiracy Against All Life![]() Old hat: Creedence Clearwater Revival founded a career on repetition. Drop the stones. They’re far from the sole guilty party. Music—all music—repeats itself. To this mind, only Mayo Thompson managed to grab the git-ur and five-finger some songs together without hooks, without bridges, without an out. Shit just slipped fast and free towards the light of exit, no different than a plate of chilaquiles eaten on a belly of all night beerin’. Wrest ain’t spread as thinly as Mr. Thompson. To his credit, he’s tried things. Rattled the ol’ ad hoc against the wall. Waited to see if a sound sounded back. He mined the realm ambient. He took on Tom G. Warrior’s sainted substance until the blind taste test rate registered nil. Still, same sounds circulated; the fortunate son sought solace via other monikers; his “underground” status stymied within a root system frustrated with all the attention from the outside world. Now comes Massive Conspiracy Against All Life, a not so subtle statement of contempt washed in pissy hissy psychedelia and fitted with that same slithering Amityville Horror Haus vox. Tom G. Warrior moments are few and far between. The Make a Change: Kill Yrself sentiment is as ham-fisted as ever, and there’s enough progression/digression compositional flair to keep your inner Tool fan in gallons of contemplative drool re: Wrest’s FX rack. In nuce: It’s a difficult listen. You wonder what the use is for music founded on uselessness, preaching the indefatigable void alignment, begging for ultimate loss, despair without equal. It ain’t akin to puttin’ on Motorhead at the honky tonk; it’s not supposed to be. Just a few years ago, I regrettably recall just flat out banging the trouser snake over this stuff. Howl Mockery at the Cross; The Tenth Sub Level of Suicide; Tentacles of Horror, demos XYZ et fuckin alia: I reveled in it. The guitar? Majestic, toothy. Fierce and lush. Some—or most—of the melodies: elegiac, brooding. I was bought and sold and couldn’t wait to shell out more green for more of the same. And it acquiesced. Some of it changed. Some of it didn’t. Some of it tried the Thompson route less traveled and fucked up the formula. I can’t blame the guy for not giving me what I want, i.e. the same ol’ shit, and then deride him for doing just that: giving me the same ol’ shit with new improved atrophied artistic vision. Yup. Cruise control. Stone kold driftah. Perhaps it’s time to resurrect the DJ Shadow gone Goth variety show that is Lurker of Chalice. Could be ripe for collaboration, or prodded to accumulate another pseudonym? Whatever the choice, it’s best to recognize the vein tapped out before the kidz convene a Leviathan LP burning fest. I’ll join in; I burned my Creedence LPs, too. Who goes first? Rocks, scissors, paper. [Stewart Voegtlin] Comments (3)Leave Feedback |
categories
138
1970s
33
ac/dc
ajna
ambient
amon
another bad idea
apocalypse
art
asia
ass cheeks
atl
atlanta is burning
away
azagthoth
baby warrior drama
bazillion points
beer
ben vierling
black metal
black metal sublet
black sabbath
blasphemy
blood
blue cheer
bon scott
bone sickness
bones
books
booze
boredom
brooklyn
bros
bukkake
bullet belts
canada
canadian mexican food
cargo
chains
chips & beer
chips n beer
chuck schuldiner
cliches
codpiece
comics
conan
cooking
corpse paint
cowbell
cross-chatter
crust
cry babies
cycles
d&d
d.c.
danzig
david vincent
death
death metal
deceased
dei carnifex
demo
demos
denim
desecrate
devil
devilock
dffd metal
dicks
dio
dirty south
disgruntled
dodgy
doom
dragons
dread
drinkin
drone
drugs
drunk again
dvd
ec comics
elvis
emotions
eschatology
euronymous's dildo
fake
fangoria
farts
feelings
fetish
film
films
filth
fire
florida death metal
folk
foodster
free publicity
fulci
georgia
german germans
germans
glen benton
goats
gore
grind
groupies
gygax
halloween
hard rock
hardcore
headbanging
heat
heathen metal
heavy
heavy metal
hell awaits
hollywood
homeless looking dudes make good music
horror
horror punk
hotlanta
ink
interview
jazz
jerseys
judas priest
kali
kenneth anger
kill posers
king cobra
king diamond
label profile
latin
leather
lemmy
lhp001
lhp002
lhp003
lhp005
lhp006
lhp007
lhp008
lhp009
lhp010
lhp011
lhp012
lhp013
lhp014
lhp015
lhp016
lhp017
lhp018
lhp019
lhp020
lhp021
lhp022
lhp023
lhp024
lhp025
lhp026
lhp027
lhp028
lhp029
lhp030
lhp031
lhp032
lhp033
lhp034
lhp035
lhp036
lhp037
lhp038
lhp039
lhp040
lhp041
lhp042
lhp043
lhp044
lhp046
lhp047
lhp048
lost
lucifer
lulz
magick
manilla road
marcus garvey
master
mephistopheles
mercyful fate
metal
metal chef
meth
mgd
misfits
morbus chron
motorhead
mutilation
nature
nazi gaga
necronomicon
new york
no shit
noise
norway
not black metal
not good
nwobhm
nyc
oakleys
obama 08
oh death
one from the grave
pain
pentagram
philthy
pony girl
power metal
power trio
primer
problematic
production
pulp
punk
pussy
putrid
real men listen to thin lizzy
rednecks
repka
reunion
riffs motherfucker
riot
ritual
robert e howard
rock
rush
salad days
samhain
satan
savage sword
scorpions
seagrave
shit
show report
sin nanna
skanks
slayer
sleaze
sleeveless
slim pickens
sludge
sluts
soulless
space cadet
speed
speed metal
spikes
spooky fingers
steel
stranger in a strange land
studs
summer
summoning
swamp
sweatpants
sweden
swords
tanya roberts
teethofskull
texas
thirsty and miserable
thrash
thrash metal
tits
tldr
tna
tombstones
tour dates
tremelo
tuesday you tube
vanguard
vans
varg
vhs
vinyl
vomit
weird
woods
year end blah
year-end list
you tube tuesday
youth
zines
zinka
zombies
|
The Left Hand Path· news · articles · reviews · staff · contact · gallery · rss feeds · ed. statement |
Recent Comments
|
Recent Photos |

More often than not Leviathan's records are NOT good.A great track here or there,but way too much filler.
Thanx for calling it like it is.