I decided to begin new series of posts where I will observe music or movies or books just by one phrase. Often you cannot say more, and my past experience showed that any intermediate format of review expands to full-length without such a restriction. Welcome then!
Pictograms
near the title are analogues of Watch It/Listen It line in full-size reviews:
Ildjarn is
dead.
If we
decide to play cascadian shit with earraping raw sound, we will obtain
cascadian shit.
Unlike dismal american buddy with the same
name, spaghetti eaters have shown that they are one of the best it blasphemous
and totally furious blackened post hardcore.
Burden of
being Ensiferum will be never too hard for copycats, but if it is extended by a
bit of brain application and experimentation bravery, it is definitely not so
bad.
Let me
guess how to make fashionable
sludge release: mix a noisy ambient background, turn the Fuzz handle on guitar
processor all way to the right and add some yet fashionable black metal to
avoid death from boredom.
You see, if
words “post” and “metal” dominate in “post black metal” word combination,
everything is all right and even better.
Weird Mulk
clone equipped with artificial intelligence symphonic orchestra and
erectile disfunction.
If you want
to be a punk/black metal band, do not think too much, or it will get all the
concept worse.
If you want
to be a punk/black metal band, do not think too little, or it will get all the
concept worse.
A fresh yet old-school stream of rawness, heaviness,
eclectic and perfect dark humour with absolutely goofy attitude in modern morass of cliches,
stupidity and scantiness.
Sorry,
bros, I am too young for all this southern shit.
As fucking
heavy and headbanding they sound at live gigs, as noisy, incoherent and insipid they are on recordings.
I will
hardly make a mistake changing the name of this album to Lunarboredom.
From Chile
and raw; brutal as fuck and slamming in the same extent; what are you waiting
for, the jesus?
I didn’t
understand anything, but it was cool.
Progressive
yet listenable and definitely odd by the standards of the style.
Well,
there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and slam; egg bacon and slam;
egg bacon sausage and slam; slam bacon sausage and slam; slam egg slam slam
bacon and slam; slam sausage slam slam bacon slam tomato and slam.
Autopsy can
retire on a pension with no worry – these guys will carry all their flags and
raise their own that hardly are worse.
Yawn alert.
THX!
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome =)
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