Spooky Fingers 03
September 11 2008 at 07:41:53 PM
Time warps happen. The art? Some Photoshopped shit with fire and skull, horrendous bandname across the top in some sorta "T2" font; the recording's title is something I probably Sharpied onto my Chuck Ts in eighth-grade:
Twisted Metal. Well, fack yeh. So, it's
Blastmasters - a goon trio of ex-members of other ludicrously named Death Metal Meathead bands who also happen to share the same locus: Tampa, Florida. There's the buzzword, folks. I still hold fast to the hope of some semblance of territorial resurgence, and these knuckleheads could be the ones to signal some sorta "rise." They're really fucking good, for starters. It's technical Death Metal, and it sounds like a lovely amalgam of early Deicide and Morbid Angel. The swagger is there; they just don't have those chops - yet. Drummer Aantar Coates, however, couldn't possibly get any better. Dude sounds like Pete Sandoval and Antaeus' ZVN in the midst of a "throwdown challenge." Ten tracks plus a shitty demo; courtesy of Marietta, Jaw-juh's Deathgasm.
Killick, nee Erik Hinds, a moderately well-known fruit-basket in those (annoying) little improv circles, gained wider rep with his track-by-track tackle of Slayer's
Reign in Blood via the h'arpegggione - this really fucked acoustic thingo that?s sorta like a harp and a sitar and a fiddle and ends up sounding oh so neo-mysto-hillbillean with every other thumb 'n' forefinger pluck. Really. Killick's latest,
The Amplifucker, is couched in the "Appalachian Trance Metal" construct and brutally operates as an insto in vivo go-at-it, sorta slap the ass and wiggle the face and let the fingers do the walkin'. Oh, whoa shit: Derek Bailey, Ali Akbar Khan, Peter Kowald, Harry Miller, Buschi Niebergall, Dock Boggs, Slayer's King & Hanneman, NNCK's Matt Heyner, George Maciunas, hours spent staring at the horizon, listening to your stomach growl, and thinking about how great that kindergarten "glue paste" smelled all predominately figure in this sonic fucking morass. Unearthly sound dealt in soundly earthly fashion. This shit is more organic than any vegetable I could ever hope to consume. If people weren't inherently foolish, this would be record of the year. In any year. Eighteen tracks from Solponticello.
So,
Pessimist is back. Or something like that. Here we go again:
Evolution Unto Evil features the "12 'rare' and 'unreleased' tracks, early demos and live studio tracks" spiel that makes me wanna do that Sam Kenison screamo routine until I shit blood for a week. At least it's not in ultralimited eds or comes with shitty posters or tees or hoodies. It's just another shitty looking disc that anyone remotely interested in can just do a fucking Rapidshare search for. Twelve tracks plus bonus video from Deathgasm.
[Stewart Voegtlin]
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