FOR THE LOVE OF METAL
October Falls don’t try too hard to accomplish a gloomy sound that has become cliché amongst many bands, where intention for ambience results in absent of passion that’s straight from the guttural. Instead, they have chosen their elements carefully, organizing their music in an unimpeded manner like a leaf falling to the ground.
Far superior to any “greatest hits” collection of studio cuts, No Sleep ‘Til Hammersmith is one of the best ways for the curious metal fan to re-experience, or experience for the first time, the band in their element.
Essentially, Stillbirth Of A Nation is everything current acts such as Municipal Waste, Toxic Holocaust and other thrash-aping act wish they could be without so much as ruffling their denim-covered leather.
Like the change of seasons you can always count on a good old Destruction record to come out every few years or so and Day of Reckoning could be their best album since The Antichrist.
Our gal Natalie Zed is back with the eleventh installment of her Postcard review column. Please find enclosed reviews of DEICIDE, ROTTEN SOUND, CAULDRON and more…
I wish Demigod from Behemoth had this type of balance mixing wise. While everything on this album sounds huge it is clear and concise unlike the previously mentioned effort from Behemoth where the vocals were huge and nothing else.
If the title, or Orgasmatron image on its cover, wasn’t enough, the foreword – in the words of Lemmy Kilmister himself – marks this coffin table eye-catcher a worthy piece of Motörhead paraphernalia. And it’s Petagno hand, after all, that gave the band’s viciously iconic mascot its unmistakable face.
“By the time they began their set, shortly after midnight, Dee’s was as packed as I have ever seen it. More than one of my fellow-concert goes expressed concern that the floor might collapse due to the size and ferocity of the stomping, screaming, appreciative crowd.”
Natalie Zed reviews the February 11th hometown album release party for CAULDRON at Toronto’s Sneaky Dee’s.
Don’t get me wrong, the days of Time Heals Nothing and the self-titled are long gone, but if Sever the Wicked Hand sparks a Crowbar revival, I’m all for it.
“There’s nothing like the rush of adrenaline at a Motörhead show, and from my vantage point at the back of the room, watching the packed floor go off was half the fun. As soon as the song finishes, there’s barely a second’s respite, then Mikkey Dee’s giant fill tears open “Stay Clean” and the entire theater roars for the perennial classic. Thirty-two years on and the song still packs a punch. Motörhead Forever.”
Kyle Harcott reviews the February 7th show by Motörhead and Clutch at the Vogue Theater in Vancouver, BC.