I’ve been absent from the internet for several months now owing to personal matters. I cannot guarantee posts will be as (in)consistent going forward as they were originally, but I’ll be making an effort.
It’s not over yet. The Plow Behind You will resume soon.
Yes Fastcore Fest has come and gone again. This year British Columbia is a little bit on fire so in order to avoid potentially burning even more of it the usual forest grindcore hoedown in Squamish was moved to two separate shows in Vancouver.
Under a bridge isn’t exactly like a forest but it wasn’t any less loud or fun. Less chance a soggy bun fight might break out, certainly less bugs, and definitely more cops. The change of setting was a slight upset for some but the show went on and with success thanks to the hardworking people behind the fest, and of course the terrific bands.
Make the jump for some quick impressions, photos and video of Fastcore Fest 6.
Crusted, charred death metal mixes with the stench of doom, punctuated with mordant battle cries that scar the psyche. Ahna’s recent incarnation on their Perpetual Warfare EP is a ruthless slog through a massacre. Morbid accounts of a ceaselessly rotting humanity are animated by a vocal onslaught unlike any others who attempt this style.
Here’s another brief write-up. This time on a recent Victoria grind show I attended: Endorphins Lost was on a mini tour, and locals Osk, Terminal Sequence, Tenchu, plus a new two-piece Altercation come out in support.
Everything went smoothly and loudly. Six Brew Bantha was originally on the bill as well and were technically there, but not to perform.
As some of you no doubt already know Great Falls will be readying a new record for this year: The Fever Shed. They’ve also got a split with Thou where both cover some Shellac tunes. I’m quite excited about this and you should be as well.
In the mean time however there’s a few related recordings to explore.
I recently picked up several tapes curated by Demian Johnston’s label Dead Accents, where he continues proliferating related, often darker projects like Blsphm or obscure additions to past projects and the Great Falls discography.
Here I’ll focus on two of three recent Blsphm recordings, and one Great Falls live/experimental release titled Ossature, which might be geared towards the diehards and collectors out there.
Another noise festival has been visited upon Vancouver.
This was the fifth iteration, the second that I’ve attended, this year with a slightly larger line up necessitating the performances be split between two venues as the afternoon transformed into evening.
Tapes of a Neon God once more assemble a cadre of sounds you won’t likely hear elsewhere, and much like the previous collections you’ll find that the selection on this split offers another distinctive probe into the lesser known corners of these genres.
Containing five tracks that approach the task both differently and successfully, this limited, aesthetically stunning tape should interest those who’ve been following TOANG’s releases especially if you match my great enthusiasm for them.
This is TOANG #1 so stream it, dig in, and read below.
By way of Canada a rising scourge and a notorious plague birthed from death coalesce on this split CD from Vault of Dried Bones, the resulting malady of Warpit of Coiling Atrocities is unquestionably savage.
This is a long-awaited dose of Adversarial which thrills, and if you haven’t been introduced to Paroxsihzem there will be no forgetting following this release. Read on.
Back in heydays of Equivoke I was fortunate enough to be contacted by Night Heir, when their debut Wind In My Dream Mist In My House got a limited release on tape. What became acutely obvious to me after digesting the record was that this group were clearing new paths between genres and made it interesting, honestly toiling in a dark corner among friends in a manner I and others should be aware of.
Since that time their clandestine progression around the edges of black metal has never left my radar. Their 2013 follow-up showed their well of potential was indeed deep, their sound unfurling comfortably for a longer, increasingly profuse experience.
However there was no physical press in the works upon A Maze Of Evenings’ release. In fact the last I heard from Sean Barry (late 2013) A Maze Of Evenings was being shopped for an analog release, following a remastering by James Plotkin who’s veteran touch has been felt on many records readers have encountered no doubt, one example being a recent favorite of mine Accidents Grotesque by Great Falls.
Brace yourselves for something severe generated between Hadals and Blsphm.
A generous split created to both agitate and soothe through gnawing textures, visceral climaxes, and cruel, stimulating noise convulsions. Social Cancer collects impressive material from two haunting artists who grow more interesting with each release.
Savage and fatal, an act resurrecting iron-scoured bones from sunken death metal trenches. Deathwinds’ Endless Wastelands is a striking but brief glimpse into a new maelstrom seeping out of Vancouver.
With only three tracks on this EP curated by Vault of Dried BonesEndless Wastelands invades the minds of those who encounter it with a debilitating vision of war. Unbearably heavy, thoroughly satisfying and hideous. A caustic bestial scourge to beware of.
From the corpse of Obacha a new Squamish three piece has recorded a demo that somehow manages to match and potentially surpass the absurd spastic hostility that Obacha was known for. Throat Slitter is not fucking around.
Yeah this is flesh-stripping, paint cracking, organ rupturing powerviolence. A six minute mauling. I’m obsessed with it, jamming it all the time. No bullshit just raw grinding.
This little release hits hard as fuck. The use of that The Deer Hunterimage on the cover should give some foreshadowing as to the pants-shitting tunes that Detroit’s Boddicker put to tape here.
False Flag is six tracks of bulldozing mayhem showcasing the best of Boddicker’s meld of thrashing grind and neck-snapping hardcore so far. Each song sharpened to a deadly edge, with attitude and vocal attack that sears. In short it’s awesome.
Put this shit on and channel some of the excruciating tension Michael and Nick felt in that hut playing Russian roulette.