Showing posts with label UK. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UK. Show all posts

Sunday, 15 March 2015

BAD GUYS - Bad Guynaecology (Album Review)

"There is no meaning and that's the point, there is no point at all"

I was introduced to Bad Guys by Joop Konraad of The Stoner Hive blog. They grabbed me and put me in the back of a van, they stripped me down to my tighty whiteys, tied me up, gagged me and forced me to "Witness a New Low" ... metaphorically. Before you get the impression that this is one of those social justice "call-out" articles, let me say that although part of me was more than a little repulsed and appalled by what the band did to me (...metaphorically), I secretly enjoyed the experience and would have gladly taken seconds ... though I'd never mention so in polite company.

Enter the band's second album, suitably titled "Bad Guynaecology". Bad Guys are here to make you feel uncomfortable, from the traumatizing album cover on down. They're the funky uncles, the politically incorrect raconteurs of hard rock. Like Jesus before them, Bad Guys take the losers of society on board and give them a voice. But before you get the impression that this band is all fun all the time and that their music is inconsequentially light, understand that behind all the madcap storytelling sits a heavy nihilistic spirit. While clowns may grin but weep inside, Bad Guys leer while numb inside.

The opening track, "Crime" is a vivid and memorable tale about shoplifting. It's told in the spoken/sung style reminiscent of Suicidal Tendencies's "Institutionalized" (as an easy example). The story is told from the shoplifter's point of view as he goes through the motions and emotions of the crime. While the shoplifter's motivations may be slight and spoiled, it matters to him and the force of its telling makes it matter to us. The rogue's gallery exhibit continues on the next song, "Prostitutes (Are Making Love In My Garden)", featuring a catalog of Bad Guy observations about the world's oldest profession is exactly the kind of song you'd think twice about playing in front of sweet little old ladies.

What makes Bad Guys good is that they don't shy away from the grimy underside of life, they turn over the rocks in society and observe and record the scurryings. This is science, the study of absurdity. The song "Reaper" says it all, really: "There is no meaning and that's the point, there is no point at all".

Musically, the band is adventurous, but favors a rough stomping ground, offering 8 songs and 40 minutes of hard rockin' good times. There's a good amount of variation here and Bad Guys are coming from a punk-ish place, spiritually, but to me the highlight of the album is the storytelling, which is unusual because I typically tune lyrics out and listen to the vocal melodies.

Rating: «««½ / 5

'Bad Guynaecology' is released on CD and LP by Riot Season Records, you can order a copy at this location.

Bad Guys on facebook
Riot Season Records on facebook



Here's a video to play for sweet little old ladies:


Tuesday, 3 March 2015

XII BOAR - Pitworthy (Album Review)

Artwork by Beak - Six of One
It's not my first day or nothing, but I'm still new here. When it comes to underground heavy, I'm still green. It's a maxim of mine that it takes 15 years to become truly good or proficient at anything you do, be it something creative, a job or even just listening to a certain type of music. I'm about a fifth of the way there, way down the seniority list. XII Boar is one of those bands that you hear about, over and over. If enough of the right people talk about a band I'll make a mental note to check out the next release. Trying to play catch up and listen to everything is bailing a flood with a thimble. Well the time has finally come and XII Boar has a new release. After a pair of highly regarded EP's the band is releasing their debut album on March 9.

XII Boar is often labelled as sludge or even doom but I call it biker rock. It's an unswerving, unrelenting, fast-driving terror trip of heavy music. This is bicycle-chain-being-whipped-in-your-face-in-a-midnight-park-brawl music. Well, you either shy away from it and turtle, or you use the adrenaline to keep driving and fight on. XII Boar is suited for the latter personality type.

From the wicked throw down of savage opener "Sharp Shooter" to the epic finish of "Quint" this Aldershot power trio shows no mercy. The album title is no lie. The 10 tracks on this 48 minute album keep a quick tempo, but tend to alternate heavy, slower, riffier moments at opportune times. And the album's not without it's melodic moments, see the sublime "The Schaeffer Boogie" for evidence of that. It's a good signature sound and they carry it well.

With XII Boar being from the UK, the style they play immediately brings to mind bands like Orange Goblin and Desert Storm and newer groups that I just happened to hear first like MageThe Grudge and Beardmore. They also wouldn't fall off the stage on a double bill with Midnight Ghost Train. But even among this excellent lot, XII Boar excels. Bands like XII Boar are to Motörhead what ... Windhand, for example are to Black Sabbath. They are the children of Lemmy and crew, ensuring the sonic lineage while building on it and sending it to seething new places.

Incidentally I was never sure how to say the band name, all this time I've been reading their name as "She-Boar", well it's Twelve Boar. Either way this band spells trouble and 'Pitworthy' will leave scuff marks and bruises. The album is available now!

XII Official website
XII Boar facebook page

Sunday, 8 February 2015

EVERYDAY STRANGE - The Devil's Footprints

“Since the recent snow storms, some animal has left marks on the snow that have driven a great many inhabitants from their propriety, and caused an uproar of commotion among the inhabitants in general.”
The Western Luminary & Family Newspaper for Devon, Cornwall, Somerset & Dorset. 13 February 1855

DEVON, UK - It was 160 years ago on this day, February 8, 1855 that one of the most enduring mysteries of the world took place. The people of Devon county, England awoke to find a mysterious track of seemingly bipedal footprints in the snow. The prints were spaced roughly eight to 16 inches apart and described as four inches in length and two and half to three inches wide. The tracks were uniformly single file. They were made by cloven hooves which led over top of buildings, through walls, haystacks, gates and enclosures stretching over a course of 100 miles from Exmouth to Topsham. Some apparently lucky villagers reported the tracks leading up to their front doors before retreating back again. They even continued across the two mile expanse of the River Exe estuary.

Kangaroos, badgers, otters, experimental balloons and freezing rain have all been offered as alternate explanations for the prints, but did this event even happen? Very little contemporary reports remain to this day, only a few survive, that there are contemporary accounts at all is encouraging.

River Exe estuary.
First mention of the mysterious case appeared in the February 13, 1855 edition of the Western Luminary in which local people were already ascribing the mysterious hoofmarks to the devil. But they did not cower in fear at the idea. Within hours of the discovery of the bizarre trail, searches were conducted to discover their cause, tracing the prints for miles. No one however, tracked the full 100 mile length of the marking. Had anybody even attempted to do so there wouldn’t have been enough time as the snow was not deep and fluctuating temperatures played havoc with the impressions. Initially, it was reported that the tracks covered an area of around 40 miles, which was deduced from various reports coming from several different towns in the county. After a few weeks interest in the story eventually died down and the Devil’s Footprints became something of a local legend and nothing more.

Interest in the story was revived by the ubiquitous Charles Fort in his 1919 work ‘The Book of the Damned’. By 1950 contemporary papers by Rev. H.T. Ellacombe were sent to the Devonshire Association which included tracings of the footprints and the draft of a letter to The Illustrated London News marked ‘Not for publication’ concerning the event. Ellacombe had even collected samples of the oblong globes of whitish excrement that had been found next to some of the tracks. He sent the samples off to naturalist Richard Owen without receiving a reply. The Ellacombe papers are the oldest surviving documents concerning the case. Another pivotal discovery was The Devil’s Footprints booklet published by G.A. Household which reprints many contemporary newspaper articles.

[Image source]
It was an anonymous letter writer (signed ‘South Devon’) to The Illustrated Times of London who first put forth the idea that the tracks were uniform in size and shape, traveled in single file over the course of 100 miles, surmounted a 14 foot high wall, climbed roofs and crossed the river estuary. The letter writer claimed to be an experienced woodsman, skilled in animal tracking and identification and appeared befuddled as to an explanation for the tracks. According to Rev. Ellacombe’s now recovered papers, ‘South Devon’ was actually a ‘young D’Urban’, a 19-year old resident of Newport House, Countess Wear. Young D’Urban would grow up to be a respectable, reputable man, but youthful ‘enthusiasm’ seems to have gotten the better of him here. It is D’Urban’s falsified account of the events which colors them to this day.

So, was the devil really in Devon on this day 160 years ago? Some believe the entire story was a satirical fabrication, formulated to criticize the local church which had recently changed their standard prayer book. One thing is sure, the event now known as the Devil’s Footprints certainly happened, though not as mysteriously as it is remembered. It’s entirely possible that the prints really were made by unidentified animals, possibly migrating fowl. It seems that it was the unidentifiable nature of the prints that had captured the public’s collective imagination, not the tracks anomalous behavior.

In 2009 the mystery was revisited when a woman awoke to find a track of cloven footprints in her back garden. It would have been the perfect time to come up with a valid explanation for the 1855 case, an investigator looked into hares as the possible culprit. No follow up reports were found.

Sources:
Anybody interested in this mystery event owes a huge debt of gratitude to Mike Dash whose exhaustive 1994 survey of research materials has been an invaluable resource into the study of The Devil’s Footprints.


Sunday, 25 January 2015

YOU'RE SMILING NOW BUT WE'LL ALL TURN INTO DEMONS - Population IV


You're Smiling Now But We'll All Turn Into Demons: ridiculous name but a serious band. These guys plays psychedelic music over doom riffs. Call the songs paisley nightmares, call them whatever you want but for the Godhead's will you call them? This is solid stuff. It's remarkable when they play a "smiling" kind of riff, then turn into honest-to-goodness demons before your very ears (see "Chapel Perilous"). The album is streaming only over on the band's own bandcamp page, but you can purchase and download the album, or pick yourself up a vinyl copy over at the Cardinal Fuzz Records page (see player below).

Friday, 16 January 2015

SPIDER KITTEN - Toker

Spider Kitten has long been known as a band that's heavy as balls but not afraid to take chances. Both characteristics are abundantly evident on 'Toker'. It's six songs are split into three originals and three covers. The only cover I recognize is Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man", which is one of my brother's favorite songs and it's performed well here, with much the same feel as the original but somehow heavier. "Longhaired Redneck" and "The River Man" are acoustic jams. They surround the short "Coquettish" which only increases the song's heaviness. Anyway, 'Toker' just came out today and is a nice change of pace for devotees of unceasing heaviness. You can go ahead and PAY-WHAT-YOU-WANT to download from bandcamp.


Tuesday, 13 January 2015

CROWNED IN EARTH - Metempsychosis

Cover artwork by Brian Tutlo.
Got new Crowned in Earth album in the inbox, fist-pumped and happy danced, in that order. Make no illusions, this is a biased write-up. I was already a fan of the first two Crowned in Earth albums, but when I read that Pug Kirby (bass) and Darin McCloskey (drums) were involved I nearly bought a wig so I could flip it. 'Metempsychosis' hearkens back to the heydays of prog, even more so than the decidedly proggy 'A Vortex of Earthly Chimes' with its mind-blowing jazzy arrangements and unearthly structures. At this point Kevin Lawry has all but blasted the doom of 'Visions of the Haunted' out of the Crowned in Earth sound, there's no question what kind of album this is. Biased opinion or not, this album is an instant classic of progressive rock (see video below (Holy shit!)). Fans of King Crimson, East of Eden, Van der Graaf Generator and Peter Gabriel-era Genesis will NOT want to miss this one. That's some lofty company, indeed this album aspires to lofty things.

UPDATE:
You can get CDs here

Sunday, 11 January 2015

LACERTILIA - Crashing Into the Future

Found this yesterday, it seems to be making the rounds already. Some fine Welsh desert rock. 5 songs and a half hour that rolls from high energy to laidback and back again. They are able to dexterously toe a line between sleepy stoner to freight train sludge, even within a single song. I'm not sure how long these guys have been around, but this is my first taste of them, and I'm impressed. Not sure what Lacertilia prophesize for the future, based on the cover it seems to be a coming age of the Psychedelic Lizard God. But whatever it is we're crashing into, Lacertilia makes a good soundtrack for it.

JUST THE FACTS:
Band Members
Fry - Vocals
Neal - Bass
Carl - Drums
Mike - Guitar
Lucas - Guitar

Bio
Lacertilia are a tripped out rock n roll machine from South Wales that brings together the manic stomp and wild stage performance of The Stooges, the fuzzy desert sounds of Kyuss, the weird psychedelic frequencies of The 13th Floor Elevators and the proto doom of Pentagram . . .

Our obvious influences shine through in our music but we aint stuck in the past . . . featuring mumbers of such diverse bands as The Witches Drum, Thorun and Akb'al, Lacertilia are a strange alchemy of styles that blend to create something unique and refreshing.

Come get some!

Email: lacertiliaband@gmail.com

Other Accounts: https://twitter.com/lacertiliauk(Twitter)

JUST THE MUSIC:

Monday, 5 January 2015

HORRIBLE MONDAYS - Zoltan - Sixty Minute Zoom & Tombs of the Blind Dead

Tombs of the Blind Dead
The other night I was reading Heather Blewett's Top 25 records of 2014 on Sludgelord and I came to number 7: Death Penalty, which I hadn't heard before. It sounded great and it got me thinking "what other records did I miss from Rise Above last year?" It turns out, one of them was a 4 song EP that it so much "my thing" it's like they went through my stuff when I wasn't looking. I'm talking about the 'Tombs of the Blind Dead' EP from synth-and-drum trio Zoltan. I'd only just discovered Zoltan earlier in the year when they were recommended to me by a facebook friend. I had their 'First Stage Zoltan' album in my bandcamp wishlist for what seemed like an eternity and for an eternity it seemed destined to stay, in a limbo of forgetfulness, waiting to see what they came up with next.

And then they read my mind.

Here's what they did (from the Rise Above Records page for the EP):

London based Zoltan capture the eerie spine-chiiling [sic] terror of the decomposed ghoulish Knights Templar with this four track EP, by paying homage to the Tombs of the Blind Dead series of movies created by Spanish director Amando D’Ossorio. 
Each track relates to one of the four movies from this cult underground series, which are regarded by many as absolute highlights of the Euro Horror underground horror scene of the early 70’s. Slow motion doomed imagery comes to life in full analogue glory, making this a must for any dark minded music lovers and soundtrack collectors out there.
Sixty Minute Zoom
Looking for good horror synth music is always a hit and miss proposition because you're constantly at risk of running into dance music, which is useless to me because I don't dance. I'm a "dark minded" fellow and this EP is exactly what I'm looking for when I delve into this stuff. When you couple this EP with Bog Oak's "Phantasm Theme" cover, it (hopefully) creates a (continuing) trend of solid horror film soundtrack covers by trustworthy artists (who you know won't go all dance-y on you).

It wasn't long after that I found Zoltan's next project, a full-length album no less, their second, called 'Sixty Minute Zoom'. It was also a solid find, it may not look like it based on the bright colorful cover, but it's a bit darker overall than 'First Stage ...', though not nearly as black as 'Tombs ...' It also shucks away much of the John Carpenter influence that defined 'First Stage' and finds Zoltan doing very much their own thing. Or is that my thing ... damn mind readers. Anyway, it only just came out a month ago on bandcamp (listen on the player below). The 'Tombs' EP I found, like I do all Rise Above albums, on itunes.

Friday, 2 January 2015

SERPENT VENOM - 2010 Demo

There are some songs that one's head just can't help but bang to, "Four Walls of Solitude" is one of them. Presented here for the first time on bandcamp is Serpent Venom's 2010 demo featuring three classic cuts from the scandalously good 'Carnal Altar' album in raw form (the other two are "Under the Compass" and "The Outsider"). The band also uploaded the aforementioned album (one of my all-time favorites) as well as last year's 'Of Things Seen & Unseen' on their new bandcamp page on New Year's Eve. For those, like me, who worship on said musical altar but missed out on the 2010 Demo, this news is a godsend. Even better, the Demo is available as a PAY-WHAT-YOU-WANT download. It truly doesn't get much better than that.

Nope, it really doesn't.

Serpent Venom's facebook page
 

KIEFER - Duo


Just released, raw stoner rock from Manchester, England. This appears to be Kiefer's second EP, following up on a three song EP called 'Mines on the Left' that was released in May of 2013. It runs to 25 minutes over 5 songs. Details are scant at this point. Kiefer's webpage has very little information except for a listing for a couple of gigs. The link to buy 'Duo' on their webpage cycles you back to the home page which you're already on, but it's available for PAY-WHAT-YOU-WANT download on bandcamp right now.

Good loose and dirty rock and roll with unpolished, sometimes distorted but otherwise clean vocals on this EP. The sound here is not entirely unlike Black Majik Acid. Check it out on the player below.


Thursday, 1 January 2015

EVERYDAY STRANGE - The Hornsey Coal Poltergeist

Ferrestone Road in 2012 [source]
THE STORY GOES LIKE THIS:
Ivan Frost of No. 8 Ferrestone Road in Hornsey, London, bought a nineteen hundredweight of coal on New Year's Day in 1921. When he took it home, the coal exploded when burned, with one piece smashing through a window. The coal was also seen to jump from the grate, dance on the floor and disappear through walls without leaving a mark, only to reappear in a shower of sparks in another room.

"Other lumps smashed pictures and damaged the furniture in the dining-room," Mr. Frost told the Daily Mail in a story published January 31, 1921, "we cleared all the coal out into the garden. Last night some of it reappeared in the house, and we heard it dropping at the top of the stairs. It seemed to be moving up from below …"

A reporter for the Aberdeen Journal noted that
As anyone who visits the house can see, the manifestations, whether spiritualistic or not, have done material damage. Windows and pictures and crockery are broken, and the walls are scarred where pieces of coal have struck the wall paper. A woman neighbour who called to express sympathy states that a piece of coal, thrown from apparently nowhere, struck her on the leg.

A police inspector came by the house and picked up a piece of the rogue coal. It broke into three parts, then disappeared from his hand.

Before long, the activity spread to other objects. Unexplained rappings could be heard in the walls of the house.  A flat iron flew through the air, before landing unscathed, other objects would go missing and turn up in odd places. Ornaments would crash violently to the ground but land unbroken. Later, a knife and loaf of bread flew across the kitchen and a clock disappeared from the wall in the presence of Rev. A.L. Gardiner, Vicar of St. Gabriel's, Wood Green.

The story only gets more bizarre. Heavy furniture was thrown at the children by unseen hands, beds levitated, plants danced in their clay pots. At this point, the phenomena may be a little too far out to be believed. If nothing else, mundane explanation begin to break down so that what remains is the suspicion that one or all members of the family was lying about all or most of it. If the family was simply having a laugh with the newspapers by staging a spooky hoax, then the joke was in extremely poor taste, because the story doesn't end there.

In late March, Mr. Frost's five year old niece, Muriel Parker, died following a brief illness, which may or may not have been meningitis. Mr. Frost spoke with newspaper following the girl's death, declaring "Muriel took all the phenomena with calmness until a week or so ago. But since a bedstead rose, knocking over a chair and causing her to fall and bite her tongue, she has been much scared. Just before her death the house became a mass of rappings. Early this week she was taken suddenly ill, and died on Thursday morning. We are all convinced that she has been worried into this illness."

THE INVESTIGATION:
Charles Fort [source]
Despite the bizarre nature of this incident, it was only one of a rash of similar incidents involving coal at that time. The incidents took place across Europe (specifically in France, Belgium and Switzerland) and in the U.S. with all sharing the common feature that the coal would not explode during shipment but only in the fireplace. In every instance, the exploding/dancing coal came from British mines. In one case during that year, a Guildford woman died when coal exploded in her fireplace (London Daily News, September 16, 1921). Police and firemen investigating the disturbances with the coal could offer no explanation. The going theory at the time was that the coal had somehow, either accidentally or purposefully been mixed with dynamite.

Charles Fort himself weighed in on the matter in his book Wild Talents:
In this period there was much dissatisfaction among British coal miners. There was a suspicion that miners were mixing dynamite into coal. But, whether we think that the miners had anything to do with these explosions, or not, suspicions against them, in England, were checked by the circumstances that no case of the finding of dynamite in coal was reported, and that there were no explosions of coal in the rough processes of shipments.
Two years to the day after Mr. Frost bought his load of coal, several coal explosions occurred in Paris and in three towns in England.

I couldn't find any sources describing any kind of scientific investigation into the coal.

CONCLUSIONS:
So, it turns out, coal may be evil [artwork source].
Most of the activity at No. 8 Ferrestone Road occurred in the presence of and was reported by Mr. Frost's two young nephews, Gordon and Bertie Parker, with the bulk of the phenomena centering around Gordon, but not all of it. In the February 18 edition of the Aberdeen Journal it was reported that "A pin cushion and other articles were flung from the chest of drawers to the floor. An orange lifted itself off a chair and dropped on the children's bed. A gown was overturned on a chair," when Gordon was out of the house. However, this evidence is attested by Mr. Frost and not actually witnessed by the article's author.

Poltergeist activity reportedly centering around a young child in the household is quite common. The Believer wants to find an explanation based on psychic powers being unleashed by the onset of puberty, while the skeptic wants to dismiss all such claims as innocent or malicious pranks.

In this case, Gordon (either with or without the help of Bertie) makes a convenient scapegoat to be sure. But the waters get muddied when you read that the boy was sent to Lewisham Hospital after suffering a nervous breakdown just months after Muriel had died. Whether Gordon was the culprit of the phenomena and the supposed poltergeist had started out as a gag, it was no longer a laughing matter. The family moved from the house not long after.

An alternative explanation for the disturbance is hard to swallow but intriguing as pure coincidence. It seems Ferrestone Road had been built less than twenty years before the coal poltergeist began on ground that had once been property of the parish of Hornsey. Burials had only ceased on the property of the future No. 8 Ferrestone Road in 1894, with graves being excavated from the backyard as late as 1999. Take that for what it's worth.

SOURCES:
I relied particularly heavily on Della Farrant's excellent Hidden Highgate article for information on this case.

Other sources of information include:
Poltergeist Over England: Three Centuries of Mischievous Ghosts By Harry Price
The Londonist
Wild Talents by Charles Fort (Warning! PDF file)
StrangeCo Blog