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Osama bin Laden: a fan of the orthodoxy that says warlike emotion is more important than pity for the useless consumerFor any attempt made on this earth to reach above its constraints, there will be those who understand and make an enlightened form of the idea that breaks mortal bonds and reaches toward clarity, and others who not understanding will drag into the mud of everyday life by making it more like the familiar things they are afraid to escape.

In the case of metal music, both examples proliferate, and for those who think there is a purpose to the music beyond its earthly counterparts of entertainment and hedonism, there is reason to deny the earthbound in preference for the cosmic. For us to see the difference between the two, we must understand the genre as an ideal, and then see how that ideal is different from its surrounding genres, and then point out where some fall short.

Most academic studies attribute heavy metal to the rise of distorted primitive blues in the UK, but a more thorough investigation suggests otherwise. Rock music had grown through the 1960s from simple boyfriend-girlfriend pop to apocalyptic rock like the Doors in the same way the Beatles rejected their sugarpop roots to become morbid and political. What we know as proto-metal with Black Sabbath was a giant slash against the simple, deconstructive hedonism of pop music.

Proto-metal arose almost simultaneously with the aggressive and dissonant progressive rock that followed an earlier wave of technically intensive bands of a somewhat hippie outlook. Much as society itself became hedonistic-futuristic in the 1970s after the massive blast of flower child organicism in the 1960s, progressive rock looked toward more epic topics including how the future might develop -- as well as how it might fail. Bands like Jethro Tull and King Crimson, contemporaries of Black Sabbath (Tony Iommi did a short stint in Jethro Tull), pointed toward a darker worldview that the love, peace and whatnot of the hippies failed to make clear.

Within this new formulation, the proto-metal of Black Sabbath can be understood as an offshoot in interpretation of the fusion between rock, jazz (blues + classical theory) and classical. These three influences formed the basis of progressive rock, with it starting toward jazz and increasingly developing toward what seemed to want to be classical music played on guitars, keyboards and drums. Some may argue it was technologically driven, but what makes more sense is to say that it was technology empowering a natural tendency toward a more complex form. Rock in its mature form was only a decade old, but had grown exponentially, and some desired to shed its simplistic skin and make it a respectable artistic genre instead of entertainment for the rebellious periods of future working class stiffs.

The elements of the new genre were:

  • Dark, morbid themes that clashed with the "love will save us" hippie mentality. These are explained by Black Sabbath as being derived from the horror movies of the day, a genre which features a union between technology and the occult (zombies, werewolves) producing a force humans cannot oppose. Normal technologies and methods cannot defeat it. They struggle against this force but their emotional instability causes them to sabotage one another, and often the dark force wins. Examples from this genre: Mothra, Dawn of the Dead, ...
  • Songs written from short cyclic phrases called riffs, which unlike rock riffs used moveable chords of inspecific harmonic bonding, making the melody and rhythm of the phrase more important than key or voicing. Metal bands tend to use more riffs per song, and not in the traditional cycle of verse-chorus, in a way quite similar to progressive bands like King Crimson and Yes, both of whom used aggressive distortion.
  • A focus on the holism of the human effort as determined by our moral state as individuals in a way that can only be described as "religious." Metal, in addition to sounding eerily like angry Bach-scripted church music, has a similar focus to dogmatic transcendentalism Christianity: what is our future as human beings, and how does how we shape our personalities effect it?
  • Bass-enhanced overdriven guitar sound, or distortion, which encloses the primary instrument used in making heavy metal. In rock, guitars and drums come together to emphasize a vocal melodic line; in metal, guitars lead a melodic line for which vocals are a complement and drums a timekeeper, enclosing it in a regularity to give listeners context. The guitar is the loudest single instrument heard and the one that invokes changes in song.

These generalizations reveal the essential traits of the most defining works of the heavy metal genre, and are not inclusive. Some bands went more toward the rock side of things than others, and some bands commonly attributed to heavy metal (Led Zeppelin, Cream, The Who) do not fit at all into this model. But if we were to summarize what made Black Sabbath and the genre-defining bands to follow different from their predecessors in the genre of rock, these are the traits that would stand out. It is most appropriate to say that metal was a revolutionary offshoot of rock that became a new genre, not a rock genre that adopted certain non-rock traits.

Julia Butterfly Hill: fan of the orthodoxy that says one shalt not cut down every damn living thing on earth for a buckOver time, these traits developed further. After progressive rock unloaded its technique-heavy epics onto a rock audience just as willing to lift a lighter for a sixteen-bar solo as a chorus of "yeah yeah yeah," two further explosions in popular music challenged rock's dominance. The first was punk music, which arose from a simplified angry form of rock to be punk hardcore, an almost atheoretical rebellion against what made most people like rock music. The second, again aided by technology, was the rise of electronic music which made machinelike sounds into classically-influenced songs of an epic nature, following the path of originators Kraftwerk and Tangerine Dream. Metal took the technique and intensity of punk and the cosmic focus of electronic music and grew further.

As the 1970s closed, metal had gone from obscurity to selective radio dominance and cultivated itself a dedicated audience, then had become "sold out" or adulterated into commercial stadium rock in the middle of the decade, to meet with a resistance movement in England which made more abrasive, more occult and industrial-doom laden music and imagery. Hybridizing this with punk, metal bands going into the 1980s were faster, simpler and more likely to create violent music less misrecognizable as rock as its forebears. From this impulse came speed metal, which rapidly separated into a rhythmic portion (Metallica) and a Discharge-influenced fast-strumming phrasal portion (Slayer). From the latter, the next generation rose.

Speed metal developed further along the lines Black Sabbath had established. The trademark union of occultism and technology ("War Pigs") was still there, emphasized in in a more practical sense in response to the constant mortal tension of the Cold War and its imminent potential nuclear doom. The metal that came afterwards, first with simple European acts like Sodom, Hellhammer and Bathory and later with a generation of impressively technique-driven American bands (Deicide, Morbid Angel), spared no extremity in developing the apocalyptic thesis further. Where speed metal found a cadence and rode it to a conclusion, death metal was about abrupt change linked by structural advances in song structure and phrase.

Ted Kaczynski: a fan of the orthodoxy that says one must not cannibalize a planet for the convenience of working idiotsThroughout the 1980s, while speed metal and heavy metal bands captured the public eye, death metal developed almost unseen, influenced heavily by the work of British punk hardcore band Discharge (1982) who were the most extreme form of music heard yet in the popular arena. It rapidly branched into black metal half a generation later, and this genre developed the melodic potential of the music that death metal had established. Both fulfilled the vision of Black Sabbath in a post-Cold War era by pointing out that humanity was still on a course to doom because the values that motivate individuals are illogical and deconstructive. Where hippie love, Reaganomics and finally Clinton positivity couldn't save humanity, metal suggested a realism beginning in the individual/philosophy and not socially-mediated political, economic and religious infrastructures. This made metal entirely distinct from the other music of its time.

In the current time (2007), metal has not picked a future direction because it is unsure how to interpret its values into the context of this new time. This is perhaps because this time is liminal, the Clinton liberalism having demonstrated its total failure in the rise of third-world combatants motivated by religion (Middle East) or economic inequity (Latin America) and coming to attack the comfortable working- and middle-class existences of the parents of future metalheads. Having taken its religious interpretation of the need for individual discipline more than state control to its extreme, metal now hovers between deconstructive impulses and what the future may demand: a reconstructive, cultural rising which will counteract the clandestinely deconstructive forces of globalism and mass media that birthed rock in the first place.

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What this shows us, in the present, is that metal has been a developing continuity since its birth along the concepts of a human apocalypse lingering in the absence of our souls. While there have been missteps, and collapses, metal has doggedly pursued this path to its conclusions, which seem ominously similar to those of ancient Greeks writing on the decline of their civilization through hedonism, trivial concerns, public image manipulation and leaders increasingly detached from reality. One view of metal is that it has always been a reality mediator showing the darkness underlying our pleasant illusions, and that in doing so, it has never been deconstructive but has always attempted to make clarity of life by finding beauty in the dark and heavy as well as the light.

Che Guevara: fan of the orthodoxy that one should not exploit the working peoples for the concentrated wealth of a few who serve no functionThis then returns us to the idea of metal as orthodoxy, or a genre in which there is a clear direction and those who deviate from it are parasitizing on the popularity of the genre while weakening it with ideas that oppose it. The terms "sell out" and "poseur" arose in the 1970s to refer to those of this intention, most specifically the bands like Def Leppard who turned their heavy metal roots into radio trash that was essentially rock music with power chords. A poseur was someone dishonest who adopted the most rigorous pose, or identity-affirming lifestyle and opinions, of a genre but was like all hipsters using it for his or her own benefit and believed none of it. These terms persist to this day.

Any ideology is necessarily orthodox, in that if it does not assert a right way and wrong way of doing things, it is not an ideology at all but an ethic of convenience much like the opinionless, directionless motions of rock music or its deferential humanistic political counterpart. Rock stands for a big party and everyone having it their way; this is a meta-orthodoxy that opposes all orthodoxy. Metal on the other hand is orthodox as a tracing of its roots reveals, and opposes meta-orthodoxy because an orthodoxy of no orthodoxy is a lack of direction and does not address the apocalyptic or religious aspects necessary to unite human thinking in a direction for survival. Rock music is a product of the wealth and convenience of a modern time that allows us to have inconsequential lifestyles and opinions, while metal is a revolution against that outlook, a seemingly deconstructive art form that in actuality opposes deconstruction.

In this we see the separation of aesthetic and art, or in the case of music, music theory and artistic theory. It is easy enough to distill the technique of a genre and its production (guitars, distortion) but more difficult to capture its spirit, or the union of consistent elements among its artistic content: the worldview. What defined Romantic poets was not the words they used or their rhyme, or even the topics they wrote about, but their worldview. What defines metal bands is similarly their outlook and not how it is applied. The apocalyptic orthodoxy is the art: it is what the artists hope to communicate, and the world that unites emotion and logic in which they want to show a sense of meaning in existence. For any realistic art, that includes the eternal struggle of nature against the ineffective and for the effective.

Metal bands that sell out, or are poseurs, are those who adopt the visible aspects of the orthodoxy (sound, images) without contributing to the underlying belief system. They are people along for the ride, parasites who use the popularity and audience of a genre for their own personal profit and benefit. Their danger is that by belonging to the meta-orthodoxy and not the orthodoxy, they influence the orthodoxy closer toward assimilation by the lack of its ideas within a format that appears to possess them. In orthodox genres such as metal, "sell out" is more than a personal judgment: it is a philosophical battle line between those who understand the orthodoxy, and those who would sweep it into the directionless mass of society at large.

Tim McVeigh: from the orthodoxy of those opposed to well-meaning, controlling governmentsWhen Metallica was said to sell out, with the release of their fifth and self-title album in 1992, it was from this failing. Musically, the album resembles their previous work except that it is slower, more consonant and emphasizes longer vocal passages like those of rock bands. The frenetic metal riffs were still present, but the context in which they existed was rock music; Metallica had become a rock band using metal riffs, not dissimilar from the grunge bands and "nu-metal" rising around it. Metallica had joined the meta-orthodoxy, and in exchange for gaining a new raft of fans traded its legitimacy in its chosen genre. For this reason, few metalheads beyond the initiate praise recent Metallica; it is a rite of passage to recognize where it has failed and move on (although many of us still listen to the older works, as these are orthodox).

Similarly, many metalheads are scornful of the band Death, for two reasons. First, starting with its fifth album, it deviated from death metal into heavy metal which strikingly resembled rock in its emotional choruses and drawn out soloing. Second, Death is for various reasons given credit for "inventing" death metal when it was a second-wave act that could have vanished without negative impact on the developing genre. Hellhammer, Bathory, Possessed, Necrovore, Master/Deathstrike, Morbid Angel, Sepultura, Massacra and Sodom released material of a more profoundly influential nature before Death managed a single album. Death was enjoyed as part of the genre but when it broke ranks, as if revealing an insincerity all along, it became part of the meta-orthodoxy and left the metal genre.

This sense of insincerity pervades other bands currently demonized by those who know quality metal. Cannibal Corpse, a Florida death metal band that exaggerated all of the simplistic elements of death metal, offered initial albums that upheld the orthodoxy of the genre but then deviated into crowd-pleasing basic music that many desired but few in the death metal community saw as relevant. Unlike bands who developed their ideas, Cannibal Corpse developed a style and repeated it. It was a formula. It was, when one looked deeply into it, a crass manipulation of the audience by delivering the visible aspects of known things they enjoyed. Like a sheep in wolf's clothing, it offered a non-threatening take on death metal that distilled its ideas to imagery, its sound to repetition, and appealed to an audience who wanted the cachet of death metal without undergoing the obligation of undertaking its orthodoxy. One could appear alienated, but be a simplistic part of the meta-orthodoxy; the music did not change lives, but was an accessory like a purchased tshirt, CD or jewelry.

The Jihad is opposed to meta-orthodoxyBlack metal had its share of these failures as well. Cradle of Filth came bounding out of England with a hybrid of black metal and Iron Maiden-style heavy metal that was an immediate crowd-pleaser. Yet to most black metal fans, the music seemed to be an afterthought and not a quest for learning or development of the ideas of the orthodoxy; it was an accessory. Similarly, speed metal became burdened with Pantera, who after a dismal failure of a hair metal past cut their old albums out of circulation, got new haircuts and recorded aggressively macho versions of older Metallica. Not only were these simplifications of the metal outlook, but they were obviously insincere, and this alienated the band from its core metal audience.

The question a thinking listener asks when confronted with such an obvious failure is whether the artists were insincere throughout their career and seeking an opportunity to expand to their true selves as meta-orthodoxists, or whether it was the case of artists exhausted by relative poverty, the tedium of touring and dealing with labels, internal squabbles and the labor of recording that made them throw in the towel and aim for something more populist and thus profitable. Clearly some bands that have produced disastrous sellouts like Morbid Angel, Sepultura and Slayer show an influence of the aging process more than anything else, whereby they recognized a need to have a paying career if they were going to keep making music and sought to optimize it before it ended.

The nature of popular music as a sport for those who are young, or young-looking, implements a caesura sometime in one's 40s for most. In many cases, selling out dovetails with a form of exhaustion brought on by the demands of being older, the hatred of day jobs and the rigors of forcing oneself to make a high-quality product. Bands that tapered off into more mainstream versions of themselves by default, like Sodom and Kreator, fit into this model more than one of deliberate selling out. As seems logical, the law of entropy applies to music as well as novelists, and most readers are familiar with the almost cliche habit of authors that has them produce their best work when young and vital, put out a few interviews complaining about the rigors of their lifestyle, and then churn right into formula. Some of us would also blame the mass product nature of purchasable renditions of artforms that requires the artist to produce constantly to keep a media brand active, exhausting creative energies apparently and resulting eventually in works without much real content, like the later novels of John Barth or Ken Kesey.

When one considers metal in this light, it becomes clear that every artistic movement is an orthodoxy challenged by more than direct competitors a meta-orthodoxy or more properly, anti-orthodoxy. Most "art" serves no purpose except to entertain for a few weeks, much as sold out metal bands function. When the orthodoxy is lost, the worldview that unites the art is also lost, and the artist ceases to function as a conveyor of ideas but becomes a producer of mass entertainment, and in doing so joins those who are from the start disigenuous and self-serving in motivation and thus in quality of product. While this quality cannot be measured in technological terms such as production or music theory, it can be perceived by the listener, and as such will be discarded as no longer a voice of sanity in a wilderness of neurosis but an offshoot of that neurosis itself. For this reason, some metal bands will always be scorned for their inauthenticity while others will retain praise for that of their own authenticity they maintain.

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Idols Slain

Thursday 09 October 2008 at 8:40 pm "The Darkthrone Letters" (pdf)

You know that the time for seriousness has run its course when personality becomes the focal point of anything. Black metal had the particularly egregious task of remaining above this by mocking it, which it succeeded at doing ever so briefly. Any apparent contradiction of image becomes a dangerous weapon when you have placed yourself outside of the rules of merely human discourse.

Death metal's stark anonymity, which black metal rebelled against directly, seems to have mostly immunized it against the type of gossip-mongering featured at the above link. At the very least, this has made its marginalization much less embarrassing to watch.

Vikernes Denied Parole Yet Again

Tuesday 30 September 2008 at 2:02 pm

Yesterday Vikernes received the word again that his fourth application for parole is denied. In written response, the parole board stated that he can apply again in a year -- and that one more year in prison isn't enough time to repay his debt to society.

"They can find all the time for new excuses to try not release me. I and my family have repeatedly requested a follow-up of parole, but when they use a year to process my application, I have already missed the deadline they think I should spend on parole. They flout all laws and regulations. They do not do their jobs, something that goes beyond me and other prisoners. I think it is terrible that they can not give me a second chance," said Vikernes.

He continues, "I bought my house thinking that I would have parole in 2006. This is due and will not be collected -- in addition to that there is a lot of expense for upkeep of the housing. My French wife and our son may have to move back to France. The reason is that she does not have the means to keep everything up. I risk losing everything because of a rejection of my parole application. I have learned from my mistakes and become older."

Varg Vikernes not ready for life outside prison walls


Disappointing, but probably predictable. We'd just like to hear new Burzum.

Sadistic Record Reviews, 9-26-08

Friday 26 September 2008 at 6:15 pm We got slowed up by the hurricane a bit, because when the power's gone and the water's gone, there's not much to do except kick back and play acoustic grindcore. But now that we're back online, here are this week's Sadistic Record Reviews, reaming the latest batch.



Metallica - Death Magnetic

We live in a world of hype. We were told this CD would be a return to Metallica's older form, something I oppose (why re-do the past? people want authenticity, and ripping yourself off is not it). What you get instead is a highly advanced form of pander. They sort of do the older style, by dropping to a muffled E5 chord, but that occurs between verses and choruses of their new alternative-metal-grunge-country style. There are surface attempts at extremity (squealy, shreddy leads from kirk, a few pick-ups and breakdowns) but they know their audience, and anticipate that they're thinking slowly, so it has the pace of a heavy metal record with a few brutal downstrums. The problem with such transparency in a CD it's that it's obvious to the pand that they're pandering, and so they make half-hearted attempts which mock good talent, notably in writing melodies that harmonize well between leads and rhythm guitar. If you find yourself enjoying this album, check over your shoulder, because surely an anal rapist is what's making you smile. As with all things Metallica since 1987, the melodies are well-written but the songs are confused and go basically nowhere, so you end up with a catchy chorus in your head and then a muddle as you try to figure out where that great clarity from their first album went. Avoid this turd of a CD. You will hear it for two weeks before you figure out what a farce it is, and then out of shame, will continue to pretend to like it, just like you did with those neo-homoerotic Pantera CDs a few years back.



Lustmord - [OTHER]

It takes one person in a room full of people to stand up and ask the question that shows the emperor's new clothes, unravels the ball of yarn, sends the walls tumbling down, etc. In this case, I have to ask: does anyone listen to noise music except as backdrop? Some noise, like K.K. Null or Maeror Tri, has enough musicality to suffice, but other bands, like Lustmord, Lull and Final, who most resemble each other, are droning passages to nowhere built on the dubious concept of "layers" whereby different sounds are stopped and started at different times, creating a perception of ongoing revelation without really going anywhere. I mean, Final for example had some great material, if you were alone in a silent place listening for a very linear progression from rough sound to the origins of melody, but even that was somewhat one-dimensional. Lull was fun to put on shuffle and put fans up to guessing which track was which, a task they always failed. Lustmord is another neat experiment that will be bought mostly for its novelty value. Atmospheric noise, some wind noise, a few hilarious crashes and thuds, then a guitar gently strumming the same three notes, all zooming and panning through a sonic space that seems designed more to distract us long enough to complete than to bring revelations. I know they work hard on this, and try to take it seriously, and I can see that in the end product, but I think that like postmodern literature, it's time to admit that noise as music had a few good basic concepts, but is an evolutionary dead end.



Auspicium - A Basilica of Black Stars

The introduction to this piece of later black metalwork takes after the Graveland "The Celtic Winter" introduction to the Gates of the Kingdom of Darkness, and then the demo launches onward into fast-strummed but slow-paced black metal with vocals cast upward like cats crying to an empty sky. Think of I Shalt Become and Xasthur in a feeding frenzy on the corpse of Burzum and you have the general idea, and this demo is comparable in quality to the better stuff Xasthur has put out. However, like most bands emulating the Burzum style, there is a lot of riding the drone and the harmony, and not enough dynamic change that makes enough oddball sense to inject meaning into each piece, meaning that we've got the metal wallpaper effect that reduces it to a soundtrack for any given thirty seconds of a mournful part of a forgotten Norwegian TV show. "Saltborne" launches this CD with a variation on the riff from Unleashed "Shadows in the Deep," but slow and fibrously ethereal in the way that distorted guitar can be made by those who want atmosphere. This song barely changes riff cluster (Unleashed-drone riff, dissonant counterpoint, and reversal) and does some "Det Som Engang Var" styled layering, with Ancient-esque Tangerine Dream-inspired lead guitars layered over it, toward the end as it is about to fade out, making it quite linear. "The Crane" has Swans-y drunk on a rainy day chanted vocals, but goes similarly nowhere. Something indicates a Black Funeral influence to this track. The final song doesn't massively deviate from the formulae enumerated above. Better than average / not enough that others will radically notice / we know you know how to write black metal, but what do you have to say with it?



Behexen - My Soul for His Glory

This sounds like Sodom around the time of M-16 put their brains around writing a black metal album, combining the uptempo Burzum moments with the plodding rhythms of Darkthrone, yet keeping the surging riffs and pumping syncopation of later Sodom. The first song does its take on the Burzum rhythm from "Det Som Engang Var," complete with the dissonant harmony toward the second half of the song, but it goes nowhere we the adventurous want to go. Instead, it returns its energy to a loop from which it cannot escape. Where this album really shines is in the riff judo department, where it keeps up high energy like Angelcorpse and Merciless in a cage match. They should really stick to this and leave the black metalisms to others, because here, they don't particularly complement the music. This band should just go retro-speed/death and call it a day. Like most things in life that are good but not good enough to search out, this album's about a B and will amuse the upper quadrile of human intelligences for up to a week. These songs start with riffs that would make anyone want to fight but then drop into Abyssic Hate styled three-note Burzum-ish dirges, and then trail off. They are competent at fast three-chord rippers, and derivative with everything else. I would like to like this. But it would be hard to see it as having any permanence, even if it is a competent continuance of technique.



Cancer Bats - Hail Destroyer

Throw Hatebreed, Pantera and Motley Crue into a think tank and have them come up with an album to motivate street snipers to resistance, and it would sound roughly like the Cancer Bats. It's catchy, and chorusy, but just where you think it might get stupid some structural variation bursts forth with enough power to surprise you. One of its better innovations is what I'm calling the chorus majora, which is where a verse/chorus structure expands into another type of chorus, one that restates all its principles in a harmony of disharmony. Vocals sound like metalcore stalwarts Meshuggah or The Haunted, but there's more punk in the rhythms and riff structures, which makes it less of a battering ram preventing you from even thinking about the music playing. It probably will not fit a metal audience since riffs are too close to known archetypes, but might please fans of Superjoint Ritual or later Cathedral.



Helms Alee - Night Terror

As the new gold rush for the music industry, superseding hip-hop which was our last hope to escape the stale hipster repetition of freaky new same old from rock music, post-rock is a new age and yet still undefined enough that people can have fun playing with it. Unlike too many other bands to count, Helms Alee have not forgotten that "to play" music means "to play," and they have created here a fun hybrid of Maudlin of the Well, King Crimson and older Filter, something that rocks and then breaks into pure chaos, through which it finds a non-linear path to resume its linear rockin' along. Insouciant female vocals, buttermilk in a warm tinged with a yet unrealized sourness of outlook, waft through the music like dancers dodging night porters in speakeasies. Chaotic, deconstructed, it tries to leave us behind, but then comes back like a boomerang, needing to be heard even in its total secession from reality. This CD has an obsession with strategically placed silences and elision-as-transition which sometimes reminds me of 90s aggro-pop bands like Joydrop or Medicine. I liked this, even if it isn't my style of regular listening, and if only postmodern prog rockers will really "get it" enough to get the logo tattooed on their flesh. It's probably the best of this batch, living up to its starkly artistic cover.



Elite - We Own the Mountains

Very reminiscent of later Darkthrone, around the Total Death era, or perhaps some of the middle-period Gorgoroth and Ancient material, this CD attempts fast black metal with an explicitly melodic but not rockish outlook, and achieves that fairly well for a solid but not exceptional album. Variations on riff patterns from many years of underground metal appear here, used to great effect alongside droning bass, in a high-speed attack like a black metal version of Centurian or a melodic version of Angelcorpse. It is basic; it is not profound; it is compellingly rhythmic; it is better than most doing this style. What is solid here is the tendency to write in the old school style of verse/chorus interrupted by interludes and transitions, and its ability to maintain speed and energy throughout without becoming redundant anger like some of the past bands attempting this aesthetic. Like many early Swedish melodic bands, Elite develop a simple theme early in the song and repeat it with layers until the song ends, which gives the song a certainty that other styles lack, but also locks this CD in one dimensionality.



A Storm of Light - And We Wept the Black Ocean Within

So if later Corrosion of Conformity and Skepticism were traveling to a gig together, and got thrown into a Vulcan mind-meld, this might be what it would sound like. Droning but artsy, it is Pelican as informed by underground theatrical metal from Therion through Agalloch, more indie than metal but just when you think it is going to veer into R.E.M. territory, it surges back with a metallic power in the conflict between its riffs. Like Skepticism, A Storm of Light know how to set a scene with keyboards and guitars intermeshing as a fuzz which finds harmony only in its most disassembled soundwaves, but like more modern bands they are able to bring their audience to a core handful of rhythms and riff shapes that are repeated despite interruptions. Like Neuraxis, this is a break from the worst of the *-core (metalcore, deathcore, mathcore) in that it aims for continuity -- even if glaringly simplistic -- where others try to keep the chaos in motion as a way of, like riot bullhorns shouting slogans, suspending our ability to think and judge while we nod our heads. This CD will appeal to post-rockers and indie metallers most but shows a better understanding of metal than most of these Only A Sentence Is Enough type band name bands.



Diocletian - Decimator

It's a good season for Thergothon- and Skepticism-inspired doom, probably spurred on by Sunn-goatse who took those and Winter as inspiration, and Diocletian mixes that into death/black of a NYDM-inspired variety. This trudges. It drones. It holds chords and then returns to its original impetus. Then it explodes into racing high-hat blasting mayhem with undertones of melody. It does this again and again, with jazz-like drum commentary in the background. It adds death metal passages and hints of black metal in the chording of its faster complements. There is some promise in the tendency to use bass to provide countertheme, and in its ability to manipulate tempo, but the whole enchilada is not yet ready. Its sense of tempo is reminiscent of Incantation, and its songwriting, of Emperor, but it frequently falls into a rapidly devolving mess. Clearly thought has gone into this work, for which I'm grateful, but it needs more development and more clarity for it to have a personality, a character, as makes classic albums distinctive.



sBach - sBach

Some will call this post-rock, I'll call it postmodern rock or postmodern hard pop. Using sounds collaged from daily life, including video games and telephones and machine noise, sBach make quirky and playful pop that has a metal/hardcore sensibility in how it handles dynamic change. Warning: many of these sounds are irritating, annoying, even, and like a good postmodern novel, it's a chore to get through, but every bite is packed with inventiveness and a sense of ludic absurdity that enjoys mocking the seriousness that shakes its fist at it from the sidelines of rock'n'roll pretense.



US Christmas - eat the low dogs

What is post-rock? It's rapidly becoming rock, and in the meantime, there are bands trying to stake a place in the hybridsphere. If you ask this reviewer, post-rock is ambient rock music, with the drums set back and the standard pop format put on hold; it's like what emo should have been but got sidetracked into buttery self-pity instead. US Christmas takes a straightforward approach informed by indie-alternative in the 1990s style, mixing at atmospheric Pelican-styled drone with Burzumish lush harmonization and Iggy Pop-styled naked whipper vocals. There is not enough dynamic change for metalheads, but a good use of harmony that calls to mind Agalloch or Kyuss, and Motorheadish rhythms that just about anyone can enjoy. Like all post-rock, it blends in a good deal of acoustic and instrumental breakdowns, which is one way this rises above the hordes of post-rock that are arguably just upgraded *-core bands with more drone and emo vocals. Sometimes this reminds me of the second and third Danzig albums, attempting to write an epic song that anyone can toe-tap to, but there's a good deal of atmospheric lead guitar noodling that reminds me of the second Carbonized album or the later tracks from the Repo Man soundtrack. This CD is as much alternative as post-rock, but in doing so, it presents one way for post-rock to get out of the *-core ghetto which keeps it from developing any harmonic structure of interest.



Withered - Folie Circulaire

This band takes the current state of underground metal, gives it proficient riffing and the kind of musical knowledge one gets from studying songwriting, and just about gets away with a very subtle indie influence underneath the kind of underground classic study that can only come from those who love it. Reminiscent of a slower, more musical Fallen Christ, this band throws in the riffs and stops short of making a true salad of them, preferring to return to melodic chord progressions for choruses and to round out their music with instrumental flourish. It holds together well, but does not in the contrast between steps reveal enough in negative space to convey an idea in the underground style, making me think these guys should take the Acid Bath or Superjoint Ritual path and write rock songs with metal riffs, as that lends itself more to their harmonic style. Although it would be more repetitive and less densely riff'd, the album would end up being a triumph because this style of riff is still terrifying to that audience. In the meantime, this technical death/black metal is enjoyable, highly competent, and while nothing new unpainful to listen to unlike the recent raft of new stuff from the "true underground" camp.

Blake, Goethe, Romanticism and Black Metal

Wednesday 10 September 2008 at 08:35 am From the book Blake and Goethe: Psychology, Ontology, Imagination by Martin Bidney:

For Goethe as well as for Blake, fruitful competition between opposing forces is the law of life in both mind and world. The contraries are mutual opposition, but their creative tension is the life-giving power that paradoxically unites them. As Goethe says in one of the "Talismans" from the "Singer's Book" of the West-East Divan:


"Im Atemholen sind zerierlei Gnaden:
Die Luft einziehn, sich ihrer entladen.
Jenes bedrängt, dieses erfrischt;
So wunderbar ist das Leben gemischt.
Du danke Gott, wenn er dich preßt,
Und dank' ihm, wenn er dich wieder entläßt."
("Talismane" II. 17-22)

[In the act of breathing there are two gifts of grace: taking in the air and being relieved of it. The former oppresses, the latter refreshes; life is so wonderfully mixed. Thank God when he burdens you, and thank him when he sets you free again.]


Or, as Blake puts it: "Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence" (The Marriage of Heaven and Hell Pl. 3). Contraries are crucial to human existence, and evidently to cosmic existence as well: the concepts of attraction and repulsion had been given prominence in the intellectual world of Blake's day through the influence of Cartesian and Newtonian science. "Without Contraries is no progression," no life in mind or world, is what Blake means when he says, "Opposition is true Friendship" (MHH Pl. 20).



We find in both Blake's and Goethe's visions of creativity in mind and cosmos a kind of breathing motion, what Erich Trunz calls "Emanatio and Regressus," emanation and return. In a passage from Conversations with Eckermann (11 April 1827) Goethe develops this image into a powerful reverie:


"I like to think of the earth with its circle of vapors metaphorically as a great living being, which is engaged in an eternal inhaling and exhaling. When the earth inhales, it draws to it the circle of vapors that approaches its surface and thickens into clouds and rain. I call this condition the water-affirmation [die Wasserbejahung]; if it lasted inordinately long, it would drown the earth. But the earth does not permit that; it exhales again and sends back up the water vapors which spread into all the spaces of the high atmosphere and thin out to such an extent that not only does the brilliance of the sun cross through them, but the eternal night of endless space is seen through them as a fresh blueness. This condition of the atmosphere I call the water-negation [die Wasserverneinung]."


What Goethe calls the earth's affirmation and negation of water is an instance of what Blake would call "Attraction and Repulsion." In the nonhuman universe, Goethe sees no need to distinguish between destructive negations and creative contraries... All contrasts in nature are part of her breathing; one feels that life and death themselves are, by implication, another manifestation of an eternal cosmic inhaling and exhaling.



Commentary:

When distilled philosophically, moral absolutes are simplistic visions of the world in that they fail to grasp the natural mechanism of the whole that relies on the interactions between opposing forces. Good and Evil, Life and Death, War and Peace -- these are dualisms in which we've taken the superficially pleasing force and converted it into an absolute without realising that the opposite is required for the maintenance of a higher force. Although life is pleasant and we would hate to see those that we love die, death is necessary to allow new life. The dualism of Life/Death is transcended for a higher purpose: growth.

Black metal hails the realisations of such thinkers as Blake and Goethe by bringing into focus the denied aspects of these dualisms and praising their functions. Black metal was responding to an age where this rhetorical absolutism as derived from Judeo-Christianity saturates all sociopolitical discussion, aiming to bring a sense of holism echoing the thoughts of the Romantics and of an even older pre-Christian Europe where what was natural was more important than what was pleasant (good) or unpleasant (evil). Darkthrone emphasised the dark, cold, and evil forces that create impulsive, Dionysian passion within us. Immortal constructed a fantastical world of Winter storms and epic battlefields. Emperor created works which brought struggle and chaos into a sense of a majestic order. Most of Burzum's work used fantasy to force us to dream of realms where the presence of exciting aspects that have been utterly denied in life leave us feeling that this concrete, absolutist world is boring and mundane -- perhaps even dead -- and forces us to question whether we live in an age of progress or whether the holistic ancients really lived in a greater, natural, more Human age:


Between the bushes we stared
At those who reminded us of another age
And told that hope was away
Forever
We heard elvensong and
Water that trickled
What once was is now
Away
All the blood
All the longing and pain that ruled
Are away
Forever
We are not dead
We have never lived
-- Burzum "Det Som En Gang Var"

by Kalle

Heavy Metal fans "at ease with themselves"

Saturday 06 September 2008 at 08:39 am

Musical tastes and personality type are closely related, according to a study of more than 36,000 people from around the world.

The research, which was carried out by Professor Adrian North of Heriot-Watt University, is said to be the largest such study ever undertaken.

It suggested classical music fans were shy, while heavy metal aficionados were gentle and at ease with themselves.

"One of the most surprising things is the similarities between fans of classical music and heavy metal. They're both creative and at ease but not outgoing."

BBC UK


One website for some time has been telling you about the relationship between metal and classical: this one.

Ever since we formulated our theories back in the formative years of 1988-1991, we wrote about the synchronicity between metal in classical in mood, in outlook, in music theory, in song structure, and most of all, in type of songwriting -- the narrative circular composition that is shared between both classical and metal.

Everyone else told us we were nuts. Then out of the woodwork, came help -- Bathory speaking of a classical influence, Burzum mentioning it, Celtic Frost speaking of it, and so on.

We've been right and everyone else has been looking in the wrong place. But as more evidence comes out, the position becomes clearer: it's heavy metal that inherits classical in the popular music realm, thanks in part to its prog and movie soundtrack heritage.

Keep spreading the word.

Whitechapel - This is Exile

Tuesday 02 September 2008 at 07:21 am Whitechapel - This is Exile

Whitechapel - This is Exile

I had a flashback to the early days of 1993. Death metal had just about peaked, and many people were looking for the next big thing -- in terms of style. Brutality was the catchphrase, and since millions of American kids had just rediscovered early Napalm Death thanks to a desperate search for the roots of underground metal, new bands were popping up that promised to be more brutal than before, usually by playing much faster and eliminating all melody. This flashback was prompted by hearing the hype about Whitechapel in one ear, and the reality played in the other.

Cycles repeat because there are usually relatively few different options in life, but infinite ways to pull off the winning option. After death metal croaked and black metal blew itself out, the usual retro cycle came in, where the remnants of the last decade are swept into a dustpan, recombined, and out comes the "new" solution. What has happened in the merging of metal and emo, pop punk, alternative and new hardcore is a lot like what happened in 1983 when the first thrash bands formed: metal riffs in punk song structures. But punk has grown up, gotten more technical, and in order to justify its dystopian nature, has taken the aesthetic from 1960s protest songs -- jarring, slightly dissonant, poignant bittersweet, etc -- and blended it with technicality, creating what I refer to as The Cinema of Discontinuous Image. Much of this is the influence of MTV, which specialized in videos in which rapid cutaways from radically different imagery were seen as desirable; these later influenced how Hollywood films dialogue, so it's not inconceivable they influenced metal. The new hardcore is technical, melodic, and like carnival music in that it moves between ludicrous extremes without building continuity, because being deconstructive is its political fashion.

Whitechapel isn't alone in being part of this new genre -- let's call it metalcore -- that embraces many variants, some as "death metal" as the recent Behemoth CDs, and others as punk as Fugazi but obviously more mile-a-minute. Do people ever get tired of hearing the next most extreme thing? They should, since this stuff isn't extreme; it's sped up, and not in any meaningful way from the first Morbid Angel album. It's like shredders showing off without knowing how to write songs, and since its basic concept of being protest deconstructive is fundamentally opposed to the ideas of songwriting anyway, this music ends up being a random pile of stuff that's hard to play mixed in with stuff that, like Meshuggah, sounds hard to play until you realize it's rhythm noodling on a chord. Whitechapel lives by this variation, where fast scalar single note playing is followed by five-position power chord shred riffs, and then the song collapses into some percussive geometries from the E chord, then repeats with keyboards added, this time. Songs build up to a peak frenzy, and then just end. Nothing is learned, nothing is created, but it has political authenticity -- comrade Stalin is pleased! -- because it is deconstructive protest music that emphasizes the following tenets: life is terrible, there's nothing we can do, give up now, wail and whine instead of doing anything, it's not my fault, it's not your fault.

The synthesized faux death vocals don't help either. I can see how this CD would impress someone new to the genre because it tries to "break barriers," but these are all stylistic. It has nothing to say except perhaps to add on to The Brat Manifesto, which is a giant scroll containing all of the justifications created by the human species for doing nothing about its problems, personal or collective. Whitechapel screams out a kind of fetishism with child abuse, poverty, self-destruction and failure, because these excuse the heavy weight of having to take on life. Hint to Whitechapel: all of the great bands became great because they took on that heavy weight like a charging bull and found a way to convert it into positive enemy, like inverse aikido where the attack ends up converting his own momentum into a throw of his hapless prey. You, on the other hand, have run from it, and that is why you are this season's trend and tomorrow's ash on the wind.

Lord Wind - Atlantean Monument

Monday 25 August 2008 at 8:38 pm Lord Wind - Atlantean Monument



Probably the best work from Eastclan group since 1998, this release culminates the pagan dreamlike melodies that have been appearing in Graveland and Lord Wind releases. Over an hour long, it represents the best music currently available for those who long for the society of honor that ruled long ago, before dualistic religions, technology and finance took over our lives.

Read the review: Lord Wind - Atlantean Monument

Trash Talk

Thursday 21 August 2008 at 12:23 pm Trash Talk - S/T
Trash Talk Collective, 2008



When music runs out of ideas, it recycles old genres. When that happens, smart music fans look for the exceptions that give both style and substance some tweaks to make them compatible with the current time and its challenges. Where the retro-thrash movement has produced some imitators of no substance, Trash Talk comes crashing in with a punk-inspired, thrash-influenced offering that invokes elements of the underground that developed while music festered in nu-metal and metalcore. Although the band compares themselves to Cryptic Slaughter, and comparisons could easily be drawn to Municipal Waste, what fuels this mania is more akin to the suffocated rage and dissident misanthropy that made Eyehategod and Acid Bath favorites of the late 1990s. Songs are sludgy rants that explode into frenetic activity, then smash it all down again, like a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom. It is as if Trash Talk enjoy beating on their audience, lulling them into a false sense of security such as they might enjoy from media, religious or government leaders, and then detonating the result in a searing diatribe. While people will compare this record to works from Discharge or DRI, it's more like Eyehategod meets Crass with Neurosis in the wings. It's fortunate to see punk hardcore given another chance with this acerbic testament to the enduring powers of resistance through surliness.

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Jesu - Why Are We Not Perfect

Monday 18 August 2008 at 6:48 pm Jesu - Why Are We Not Perfect
Hydra Head, 2008

Justin Broadrick demonstrated through his early works a desire for that moment of unitivity when the conscious mind and emotions synchronized. Through Godflesh, and later Techno Animal and Final, he showed a passion for bringing colossal structures to bear on moments of quiet contemplation. With Jesu, he resurrects his music outside the ghetto that extremist offerings can be, and melds into post-rock disparate influences from industrial, shoegaze, noisepop, and so forth. Jesu, protean as all Broadrick projects are, in turn twisted from more radiantly noisy to its current softer state. On "Why Are We Not Perfect" Jesu moves the slider closest to shoegaze and pop, losing much of the more complicated structuring and sound that made earlier Jesu challenging. This gambit may prove risky: many in the post-rock fanclub would like to leave behind what so rigidly defines rock and brings the moths to its one-size-fits-all dose, and "Why Are Not Perfect" drapes its nearly ecclesiastical encompassing layered sound over the exuberant shuffle beats of rock/pop. Song structures are not linear but follow a verse chorus pattern culminating in a serenity like the moment after a surf crashes on the beach when water lapses into absorbent, silent sand. Less jagged distortion and cleaner, plaintive emo vocals guide each song and sounds elide smoothly from abrasive feedback to silken, reminiscent of shoegaze classics like Medicine and My Bloody Valentine. While this EP satisfies as a taste, and an exploration, this reviewer hopes Broadrick abandons the past -- and doesn't relapse into his influences -- so he can keep exploring the seemingly erratic, intense jigsaw song structures he served up on the self-titled Jesu debut.

Austin, TX

Monday 18 August 2008 at 09:55 am When I write about metal, I often distinguish works -- which I consider to, at their best, be art -- by how honest they are. It's fairly easy to tell, although most people find that unnerving. An honest work tries to communicate with you; a dishonest work tries to game you by convincing you it's something it's not, so that you do x, or y or z that benefits those who made it. It's a virus, in other words.

Dishonest works are generally the product of The Hipster, which is any person who tries to be hip for the sake of their own ego, instead of having a useful function of any kind. Hipsters are parasites on the social scene in that they want attention for being unexceptional, and since they can't succeed at life by being exceptional -- including making good music, being people we'd like to know, etc -- they become dramatic and draw attention to themselves with increasingly radical styles of dress and behavior. If you ever find someone doing something humiliating, stupid, freakish, or pointless while slyly watching you out of the corner of their eye, you've found the same psychology.

It's not much different from parasitic religions that convince people to fail at life so they can succeed at the board game called "What God Likes." I'm not saying life is about success, or material success, just that if you want to have a good life, you need to have some function and challenge yourself to do it well. Hipsters don't do that. They want the reward without the work.

We have a hipster core here in Texas. It's called Austin. Hipsters are fond of one of many modern illusions, a socialized liberalism -- a well-intentioned emotion channeled into a fashion that pretends to be an ideology, but never achieves its goals, despite making a hash of things on its path -- that like drugs makes us feel better, but doesn't solve any problems, and strengthens rather than weakens its ostensible enemy, the total state. Hipsters are useful because they beat liberalism out of people who are still able to think.

When I went to Austin, I was all about tolerance. I was still clueless as to the problems of the world, mainly because I spent most of my time working.



When I saw the liberal paradise that is Austin, I realized that liberalism is basically parasitism. "If someone has x, and I don't, I deserve it, and I'll force them to share with social guilt"; after seeing that, and the complete social havoc -- where good people were not only ignored but socially persecuted, and vapid whores predominated and suffocated art and culture with their lies -- I left Austin and liberalism behind.

(There may be an honest liberalism. To me, when I was a liberal, it meant not allowing big pointless entities to rule over people in destructive ways. I'm thinking about all the people who got dicked over by their stupid jobs, all the toxic waste dumped into rivers, all the junk products that just ended up in landfills, all the overdeveloped areas where forests were sacrificed, etc. For me, liberalism meant restraining humanity's appetite with common sense. I soon learned that if you oppose power, however, you soon get people who oppose power for power's sake because they're powerless. They have no power in life and no control over their own appetites, so they hate anything that resembles power, but since they're weak, they don't attack directly but through whining. I was a classical liberal, which meant treat people fairly. That philosophy however decays un-gracefully into revenge for the underdog, hatred of excellence, and desire to turn the world into one uniform Safe(tm) place. I realized quickly how this plays into the hands of our leaders. It distracts our best people and sends them off to defend those who have failed at life, and then the activists in turn fail at life, so they spent their time fighting for the right to fail. It's a sick cycle but easily avoidable if you think it through: the problem isn't power, but people in power without a clue, and they're in power because all the failed people want pleasant illusions instead of reality. So if you're an honest liberal, don't take this column as a personal attack, or a political statement. I'm pointing out how liberalism commonly decays into self-importance, hipsterism and other problems, not trying to assault the emotional or psychological impetus behind liberal thinking.)

Austin is the hipster capital of the world, in many ways. I've been to Seattle and to San Francisco, to L.A. (Silver Lake) and to Mizzoula, MT, all of which are hipster-havens. But Austin hipsters have the city locked down. Under the guise of fighting the man, you're supposed to be weird and freaky and do whatever the man doesn't expect. But you go back to work the next day, having learned nothing. It's a good town to work food service until you're 42 and then become a regular, bitter writer on Alternet.org.

Austin suffocates every quality band who tries to set up shop there. Metal bands in particular suffer because, unless you infiltrate the social network and start behaving like a hipster, no one will attend your shows. People are too afraid of being un-hip to go see an unknown, unless that "unknown" is secretly an underground favorite. As a result, the best Austin bands are the ones that have nothing to do with the "seen" (Scene) there.

Emos, hipsters, modern primitives, trend whores, carnies, defiant minorities and lesbians, drug use theorists, mantra-chanting New Agers, feminists, body modification fetishists, coprophages, "witches," faux artists of all variety, embittered defiant hippies, foreskin collectors, and other failures of all sorts cluster in Austin. They have failed at making something of their lives, so they are using cognitive dissonance, and making themselves a Big Deal in social/moral/hip circles.

When I seize power, it will be very unwise for anyone to spend time in Austin. The B-52 carries 27 tons of high explosive and, if unleashed on a city block, literally landscapes it into a moon surface of ceramicized dirt covered in the dust of charred, vaporized plants, animals, and buildings -- this is a consequence of the TNT/HE mix used in modern bombs. The explosions are so loud that people up to a mile away will lose hearing for the next two days. Some of the fireballs approximate a quarter mile in size, and can be seen from nearby cities. A flight of B-52s, properly targetted, can erase a city so thoroughly that from space it resembles a desert, and this is without use of nuclear weapons.

That form of horror, visited upon Austin, will not cost the human race any geniuses. Nor will it diminish its artistic or social potential. Instead, it will increase our potential by removing the false and giving space to something new, like weeding a garden and dropping in seeds for non-parasitic plants. Don't cry for Austin, because that entire town is one giant emo hipster cognitive dissonance passive aggression parasite. Its death in flaming vapor will be a great step forward for taste and beauty.

Metal music, like nature, is not about fashion. It's not about being nice to everyone so they can feel good for being exceptional. It's about results. About making civilizations that make people inhale sharply whenever they see their ruins for the next 10,000 years. About getting art, science, culture, etc. right. About doing things that matter because they're not the same humdrum. Forging new spaces, destroying emptiness, making life interesting and giving us something to live for. Like nature, in metal life is struggle, but struggle for beauty and not the bloated, ugly, self-importance of an ego. Metal is anti-hipster, and anti-Austin.

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