Sargeist – The Rebirth of a Cursed Existence

•August 7, 2013 • 1 Comment

sargeistIf there is any one person responsible for the current stylistic form of crust driven black metal in Finland, Shatraug is as guilty a party as they come. He is either currently in, or been in almost 20 bands. The most notable/popular being Horna and Behexen, but his unholy seal of harsh melodies and acidic guitar tone is a defining factor that spins a malevolent strand throughout his entire body of work. Sargeist is yet another brooding labor of black metal art for the man that has produced 3 well received full-length albums and a wicked amount of split and EP releases that are difficult to keep up with.

The Rebirth of a Cursed Existence isn’t a new album, rather a compilation release that compiles all of Sargeist’s vinyl only material on 1 72 minute CD so that the completists out there won’t wreck their mom’s credit in trying to obtain everything on ebay. To the uninitiated, Sargeist have a lo-fi sound and production at their back for a bleak misanthropic desire for lifelessness sonically, but Shatraug and crew use it effectively alongside a musical pulse that feels like frozen Celtic Frost riffs with that mid-paced tempo, and dissonant “melodies” that scrape the senses with harshness and despair. The heavy movement in the tempo and riffs at times reveals the punk spirit often found in the Finnish scene and it keeps the listener trained on the ancient hooks with head nodding abandon as on the plodding track “Sinister Glow of the Funeral Torches”. Hoath Torog’s (also in Behexen and Lords of the Left Hand) vocals are like ice glaciers scraping over razors as he further destroys any feelings of hope and life with his piercing cries for darkness.

Sargeist’s blend of hellish melody and affinity for slower paced black metal in a lot of ways sets them apart from other bands that sound a lot like them due to their unwavering dedication to their craft, but this isn’t saying much due to the fact that there are probably a dozen releases in your black metal collection that enchant a similar sonic woodland. That’s the thing with Sargeist…. when they are on, I have always appreciated the experience, but there isn’t enough of an engaging atmosphere on display here to fully win me over to hunt down all of their material. If you are more in-tune with the harshness and stubbornly unoriginal sound, then The Rebirth of a Cursed Existence is the perfect release to fill in the holes that may have been lurking in your Sargeist collection. Typical yet decent black metal. -Marty

W.T.C. Productions

Seidr – Ginnungagap

•August 7, 2013 • 1 Comment

Ginnungagap blueGinnungagap begins with a sitar unfolding over an enormous soundscape of elongated chants, shimmering tremolo guitar, and noisy, crumbling drones. But it isn’t an ambient album. It’s followed by smouldering, Sabbath-esque doom riffs, crushing and mournful death-doom melodies, and post-metal dissonance/sweetness. But it doesn’t fully fit into any of those styles in such a way that would make it appropriate to refer to it with a simple genre title. Rather, Seidr weaves all of these elements into a cohesive whole that is unique and, more importantly, absolutely Heavy in every sense of the word. And this isn’t your everyday heavy either; it’s the collapsing, iron core of a star going supernova fucking Heavy.

Of course, Seidr aren’t treading entirely new ground, or rather space, here; they had already established themselves as an uncommonly singular band in the realm of doom metal with their debut For Winter Fire. It was a sonically crushing, genre eluding, intensely emotional album, as intricately crafted as it was bluntly visceral. As much as I love that album, I have to say that Ginnungagap makes it look completely amateurish in comparison. The songwriting is simultaneously more ambitious and focused, with a strong sense of travel and change throughout the album. This is a vital quality for a band writing songs as long as 25 minutes (!!!) long, and Seidr shows an excellent sense for reining in these massive tracks with only the most essential riffs and constant variation from ominous dirges, triumphant ascents from the darkness, cold and unearthly electronics, and even a rousing, beautiful folk track.

Beyond the bare constellation structure of Ginnungagap, Seidr infuses these tracks with some of the most gorgeous, rich, layered, and downright radiant texture you are likely to ever hear in the genre. Ghostly voices and glimmering synthesizers spread over the cosmos like radiant nebulae, distant samples like radio transmissions from a long dead earth haunt the darkness between the stars, reverberating strings and glittering clean guitar immerse the listener in galaxies of spinning lights, and the highly diverse vocals have the depth of light-devouring black holes… It’s an incredible level of detail that does justice to both the cold emptiness and the abundant diversity of the greater universe.

And though Seidr’s gaze is turned skywards, this isn’t a meditation on a lifeless and frozen universe. I don’t have access to the lyrics, but from what I have been able to pick up, and based simply on how the albums feels, I would say Ginnungagap is ultimately an album about human relation to the wider, grander, terrifying universe. The ecstatic conclusion to “A Blink of the Cosmic Eye”, or the chills-down-the-spine hymn of “As You Return” suggest a deeply spiritual connection to the greater-than-human universe we so briefly inhabit. While Ginnungagap is best listened to as a whole (with headphones on, laying on the floor, sinking deeply into the vibrations), I have to mention the 25 minute long closer “Sweltering II – A Pale Blue Dot in the Vast Dark”. It’s an immense, mournful elegy to the Earth and its eventual end. It is, without any hyperbole, a profoundly moving piece of music, and when Chet Scott’s vocals tear through the firmament… Well, it’s one of the most heart wrenching things I’ve ever heard. This is what it’s all about. -Jake

Bindrune Recordings

Vom Fetisch der Unbeirrtheit – Vertilger

•August 7, 2013 • 6 Comments

Vom Fetisch der UnbeirrtheitFirst impression of Vom Fetisch der Unbeirrtheit struck me as a band existing in a similar class of atypical black metal as Ved Buens Ende, but as the CD progresses, they are much weirder than that. Add the post apocalyptic sci-fi/broken machine buzz of Voivod, fused with moments of electronics and you have a closer idea of what a complete disregard of structure and genre classification sounds like.

Vertilger is a modern art piece with roots planted in the black metal world of degradation and woe. The standard tuned and distorted guitars provide a tilting foundation for the rest of this album to be heaped on top in a seemingly haphazard manner in an attempt to challenge or confront the listener with sickening surges of sound/music/oddities that jut in and out of time and space with aggressive intentions. The tempos and rhythm section in general sound sliced up and reassembled just a bit off to feel even more abstract as experienced on the devilish track Schabenbrut. To say this sounds like a sadistic nightmare taking place in an abandoned carnival where the power fizzles on and off at random intervals. The vocals add to the confusion as they range from desperate speaking/screams, to adopt a mild black metal influence when a bit more gravel rattles around at the back of the throat. The overall delivery puts me in mind of a victim of a kidnapping reading his keepers demands with a knife to his throat. Fear is in there. Pain and sexual deviance is also here and it somehow fuels the urgency of this material. There is nothing to hang onto as spastic beats and contorting waves of harsh sound are hurled at the listener in a fit of madness. Multiformale Leiberdimension finally gives us a sense of relief from the fragmented attack with a normal tempo and metal-less dose of industrial music. Kraftwerk with an edge if you will. The gruff German commentary over the top keeps this track in line with the atypical/broken vibe found in the tracks that came before and left me speechless. Kadavermeer struggles for normalicy with an opening glean guitar line, but once the distortion swarms back into the equation, jagged riffs and fragmented drums once again deny you the relief you were striving to achieve. It is apparent that Vom Fetisch der Unbeirrtheit earn great pleasure in making us squirm and Vertilger is easily one of the most bizarre pieces of music you will likely have heard.

I have spoke of this in other reviews before about the quest for originality. As a music critic, I have pined for it in the past as we tend to become beaten down by the same old formulas and endless metal posturing. How much creativity is “too much”? When does the level of creativity go beyond the realm of listenability? Honestly, Vom Fetisch der Unbeirrtheit are damn close to the point of no return. I have spun Vertilger 3 times in an attempt to understand and connect with the projects musical surroundings, but it is so alien to me and at times unpleasant, I truly cannot decide where I stand on this. I have endless respect for the work that must have went into this piece and can appreciate it as vibrant and violent work of art, but as a work of music that I want to sit down and listen to, I really can’t foresee wanting to make myself that vulnerable again for Vom Fetisch der Unbeirrtheit to deconstruct (or rape) my senses. I think there’s a compliment in there somewhere… -Marty

Temple of Torturous

S. Craig Zahler interview

•August 6, 2013 • 3 Comments

Just noticed this interview with our own S. Craig Zahler on the Decibel weblog and I thought I’d share. Chris Dick interrogates him regarding his busy writing career and also Realmbuilder.

There’s probably a lot of stuff in there that you didn’t know about our friend and colleague. Check it out here:

http://www.decibelmagazine.com/featured/s-craig-zahler-wraiths-of-the-broken-land-realmbuilder-interviewed/

 

No more tomorrow, this is your last day …

•July 31, 2013 • 64 Comments

A man’s vacation time can take on many forms; Disney(land or world) with the family, a jaunt down to the Redneck Riviera (Panama City FL), camping in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, et al … For Marty Rytkonen, however, ‘off-time’ consists of feverishly churning out reviews the pace of which I’ve never seen before. The original
Worm Geezer penned 9 (!) reviews this week: Craven Idol (Dark Descent’s latest), Fyrnask (nightmarish, layered BM), Hell (quality Doom), Heretic Cult Redeemer (my fave this week), Humiliation (Malaysian Bolt Thrower worship), the Nazarene Whore/Nocturnal Evil split 7″, a reissue of Septicflesh’s second album, Void Meditation Cult (may be HHR’s best in a while), and Wound (Swedish DM by way of Deutschland). Mr Moran throws his hat in the ring this week with the South of the Border Death Metallers of Castleumbra, and yours truly, uh, slacked off
completely amidst visitors and jobby-job-ness. Thus, you all have much to peruse – regardless, you’ll want to dig through it all. Marty’s bringing the humor and insight in equal measure on this, the last gasp of July. Comment/Playlist/you know the drill.

Marty Rytkonen Playlist
Void Meditation Cult – Sulphurous Prayers of Blight and Darkness LP
Trouble – Run to the Light
Trouble – S/T
Rotting Christ – Triarchy of the Lost Lovers
StarGazer – The Scream that Tore the Sky
Fyrnask – Eldir Nott
Reverend Bizarre – Harbinger of Metal
Believer – Sanity Obscure
Dead Can Dance – Anastasis
Immolation – Kingdom of Conspiracy

Jake Moran Playlist
Joanna Newsom – Ys
Ulaan Passerine – Ulaan Passerine
Hädanfärd – Vederstyggelsens Uppväckelse part.II
Arktau Eos – Mirrorion
Pharmakon – Abandon
Kólga – Kólga
United Bible Studies – The Shore that Fears the Sea
Nhor – Patient Hunter, Patient Night
Raising Holy Sparks – Beyond the Unnamed Bay
The Caretaker – Extra Patience (After Sebald)

Jim Clifton Playlist
Venom – At War With Satan
Lustre – Night Spirit
Katechon – Man, God, Giant
Branikald – Stormheit
Death – Leprosy
Bathory – Under the Sign of the Black Mark
Taake – s/t
Midnight Odyssey – Funerals from the Astral Sphere
Carcass – Necroticism: Descanting the Insalubrious
Gorgoroth – Destroyer

Castleumbra – Cthulu Wgah’nagl Fntagn

•July 31, 2013 • 1 Comment

castleumbra - coverRemember Onward to Golgotha? The sepulchral production? Craig Pillard’s vile, moldering growls? The deeper than subterranean riffs and twisted song structures? The underground death metal scene remembers, and it’s etched its reminders onto hundreds of thousands of slabs of vinyl and plastic to make sure YOU don’t forget. It’s a common enough phenomenon that “Incantation clone” has become regular vocabulary in the language of forums and blogs all across the internet.

Remember Towards the Megalith? The most well known of these abysmal monstrosities, featuring Craig Pillard himself on vocals? On Towards the Megalith, Disma adopted Incantation’s early, cavernous style and sickeningly interbred it with just enough Finnish weird and Swedish speed to drag me howling back into the mostly overdone Bosch-esque hellscape of filth and ruin. Castleumbra remembers, and it’s etched a reminder onto a thousand CDs and three hundred 12”s to make sure YOU don’t forget about… an album that was released 2 years ago.

I’m certain that I could play any of the 3 main tracks that make up Cthulu Wgah Nagl Fntagn and convince you that they were new Disma tracks with no effort whatsoever. Every ingredient is present from the Cyclopean, concrete grinding production to the non-euclidean riff geometry and bowel churning descents into abyssal deeps. The grime-vomiting, blood-coughing, life-devouring vocals are a near-perfect imitation of Craig Pillard. Honestly, the degree to which Castleumbra has reproduced the putrid sound of Towards the Megalith is impressive in some odd way, but that’s half a compliment and half a discredit to the band.

It should be said that in spite of their complete lack (or disregard, as the case may be) of originality, Castleumbra has the skill to pull it off in a way. The tentacular riffcraft in particular is possessed of an eldritch horror that rarely feels boring or merely functional. Lovecraftian themes were a wise choice, as they fit obviously into the suffocating and obdurate darkness that pervades the album, although the Cthulhu summoning chant of track 4 comes across as more comical than atmospheric. Still overall, there’s little to complain about in the overall execution of the songs. They don’t quite have the maturity of songwriting to reach the unfathomable depths of Disma at their best (Chasm of Oceanus…), but Cthulu Wgah Nagl Fntagn isn’t a forgettable trudge to the tombworld either. How you feel about this one is going to be predicated on your tolerance for a well-done rehash of a rehash. For myself, it’s hard to imagine why a band with this much obvious talent would spend it retreading the paths of others. -Jake

Nuclear Winter Records

Craven Idol – Towards Eschaton

•July 31, 2013 • 1 Comment

craven idolIf one could get away with judging a book by its cover, Towards Eschaton would receive “10 Fucking Skulls” alone for the stunning artwork adorning Craven Idol’s debut full-length slab of melodically charged death. As we’re not in any position to be so superficial, digging deeper into the heart of this album I’m pleased to report the musical quality is worthy of such mighty imagery.
The UK’s Craven Idol isn’t a stranger to me as I own and enjoy their Ethereal Altars MCD which reveals a much rawer entity straight out of the gates featuring a far more fuzzed out production, riffs that are a bit freer to embrace a minor black metal persona when needed and guitarist/vocalist Immolator of Sadistik Wrath’s performance on that release was ripping with phlegm and filth. The overall edginess of that MCD in a lot of ways was perhaps more of a selling point than the overall music being detonated as the bands enthusiastic delivery often overshadowed the actual “songs”. Again, Ethereal Altars is a worthy beginning for a band that was obviously on a path to realizing their full potential. And they have. Towards Eschaton may have lost a lot of the raw edges found in their past recordings, but the production is much fuller, giving more life to the guitar tone and as a result, the listener can focus on the atypical and well-crafted riff storm so skillfully set in motion by dynamic tempo variation and an emotive atmosphere that really lifts this material out of the abyss. The melodic guitar interplay between thrash inspired riffs, deep death foundations and the searing tremolo harmonies that soar over the wreckage to sew this advanced work together act as a truly engaging and evolved strike of death as found on the excellent tracks “Aura of Undeath”, “Left to Die” and “Sworn Upon the Styx”. “Codex of Seven Dooms” is perhaps the stand out for me as Craven Idol once again reaches into a black metal style of melodicism for a truly emotive music break that pours on the passion and memorable fire that spreads throughout the bulk of this album. Immolator’s vocals this time out remain in that filthy mid-ranged scream attack, but he has seemingly eased up on the cancerous fury to not litter the music he’s empowering with access debris. All the moving parts and creative attention to detail are in place for a well rounded and genre spanning listening experience where song-writing with impact is the law.
Craven Idol have wormed their way into a position that finds them on a similar lofty perch alongside bands of the Destroyer 666 and old Dissection caliber with their powerful deathly churn that breeds memorable music and a weighty strike against the gates of heaven. Towards Eschaton is a fine release that unveils even more worth upon repeated spins and acts as a supreme statement of intent that the future of Craven Idol indeed looks bright. -Marty
Dark Descent Records

Fyrnask – Eldir Nótt

•July 31, 2013 • 7 Comments

fyrnaskGermany’s Fynrask isn’t a band on the lips of many so called black metal followers, and it is a shame, for this one manned project unleashes some of the most vibrantly dismal hymns I have heard in some time. Having heard and enjoyed Fyrnd’s debut full-length, Bluostar, due to the impressive level of layering and vision that debut presented, I am a bit blown away at the level of depth/evolution that has risen on Eldir Nótt. We all know that bands tend to strike with their most hungry material early on as that debut release has had the majority of time invested in creatively sculpting the material into something worthy of release. The gap between albums once a project is established tends to produce hurried or rehashed results in a lot of cases, making even a good band lose their spark as they struggle to keep up with demand, or contractual obligations. Of course this is a generalization and not all bands fall victim to this. Fyrnask have simply buried the odds here with a full albums worth of nightmarish and theatrical blackness that burrows into your mind, somehow reversing time to make 50 minutes dissolve in an instant. I was quite surprised at how quickly it all slipped by as I immediately became submerged in the journey that is Eldir Nótt.
The striking tone of this album centers upon a static charged sounding guitar tone that roils in a cavernous storm of dissonant riffs that infect the mind with chilling atmosphere in spite of the harsh energy ripping from its core. This is the driving force that is further embellished with non metal/vision building segments of sound and music as found on the amazing Samas Stigr where the ending of the track gives way to militaristic keys/piano, a hammer dulcimer (??) and soothing chants that play out like a procession from another dimension. The results are soothing if not a bit unsettling and such a flair for the dramatic becomes an integral part of many of the tracks and the overall atmosphere of this entire album. Vocally, Fyrnd’s attack writhes in the disembodied style of harsh/piercing screams from a forgotten spirit, made even more mystical by the blankets of reverb soaking the sound spectrum with misery and lyrical decay. From penetrating levels of dense black metal abandon, to quieter segments of music where distortion is replaced by clean guitars and subtle traditional instrumentation as witnessed on Siaidha, Fyrnd builds up and strips away to heighten impact for what translates as a very emotional and purely creative listening experience.
Eldir Nótt could very easily be one of those albums for the ages that people keep going back to and revere right along side such classics as In the Nightside Eclipse. A bold statement I know, but the level of musical development and transcendence through world building visions is operating at a superior level rarely touched upon by black metal music at large. Engaging. Inspired. Endlessly frightening. -Marty
Temple of Torturous

Hell – III LP

•July 31, 2013 • Leave a Comment

hellBeen kicking this, the 3rd full-length descent into the sludge side of doom from Oregon’s one man vision of “Hell” around for a good month now and I’m still not sure how to approach it. Total submersion I suppose is the preferred method, but I’ve found over the years I lack the patience to sit with such crawling doom as this, unless I’m in the mood for it. To achieve this mood, I need time… something that evades me these days, yet I keep coming back to sample snippets of III and can appreciate the dedication and vision that has gone into both the nearly 20 minute tracks that comprise this album. So off we go…. going to finally digest the entire album…
“Decedere” begins our journey with a bleak sounding and a solitary clean guitar line sluggishly pulling the veil of dread over our eyes as we drift down below the Earth’s crust to embrace our eternal fate. When the distortion aids in our descent, the tone it provides contorts with billowing smoke and a filthy grit on the power chords, while the notes pierce with a reckless rattle, soaked in feedback. The balance between mournful serenity and unspeakable hopelessness for me is the real uniqueness and achievement of III. Even though there is a lo-fi swirl to this production, I’m really drawn to the “live” spirit of this release and material. If you are looking for riffs or hooks to save you from the audial pollution, this isn’t that kind of album. Decedere gradually builds to a ruptured climax before fading back again into the dismal emotion found in that singular guitar line.
“Mourn” begins in a very similar manner, hopeless and fragile, cloaked in an awkward beauty, but this track builds slightly quicker. The guitar melody is introduced to interact with the lurching foundation and the 2 uniting sounds resonate slightly out of tune, which somehow adds to the unsettling nature of Hell. This project is the work of sole musician M.S.W., who has arrived at a powerful and demented sound. I don’t know how he pulls off the recordings for such long and largely barren songs, but the formula is working. The sparse use of caustic screams injects a potent black energy, but are secondary to the nightmare portrayed in the music itself.
“Hell” is the perfect moniker for music such as this, for you can feel the regret and misery burning within every note and anguished feedback that soars above the landscape as if on tattered demon wings. III certainly isn’t something I’m going to listen to often, but when the lights are low and my spirit broken, this album is the soundtrack to all my failures. -Marty
Pesanta Urfolk

http://loweryourhead.bandcamp.com

Heretic Cult Redeemer – S/T LP

•July 31, 2013 • Leave a Comment

hereticcultredeemerThe Greek metal scene continues to writhe and awaken/inspire greatness within the dark hearts of its inhabitants. Heretic Cult Redeemer, featuring members of Acrimonious, Necrovorous, and Embrace of Thorns in its ranks, has surfaced on the ever impressive Iron Bonehead for their ambitious self-titled debut. Having never heard this or any of the other bands that HCR’s members have arrived from, this was a blank slate listen for me which unlocked a swarm of darkened excitement and unique ancient mysticism.
Many have stated on the internet that 2013 thus far has been a sleeper year for metal releases and I just don’t get that, and wonder what shit pile a lot of these peoples heads are buried in. If anything, this year has unlocked even more very strong bands like Bolzer, Aosoth, Infera Bruo (to name a few) and now Heretic Cult Redeemer who all step out of the confines of their respected genres and offer up a fresh take on what can only be referred to as a “tired” sound. Sure…. musical complacency has its place, for instance, who would want Motorhead to suddenly put out an album that sounds like Cradle of Filth? My point is, there are a lot of bands arising from obscurity that are approaching their instruments and riff writing in a completely different and heady way. It’s a good thing. Heretic Cult Redeemer is such a band. Their twisted and bending harmonies swirl in an aether that sounds like no other band that comes to mind. Even the fact that they are Greek has no real influence on their sound, for that entire scene is known for a specific melodic mold that is shared by many of the forefathers of that scene and has been handed down to newer bands. HCR’s focus is on the black metal style spectrum, but they do embrace enough of a droning death essence to give their overall sound a dank hopelessness that seeps into the listener’s life. Tracks like Unknown Salvation are almost maddening in the hypnotic push/repetition of unnatural riffs and patient crawl in the delivery. It’s a ritual gone horribly wrong and the madness leaches onto the back of even the more up-tempo tracks such as the amazing “Crawling Hope” that starts this album off with amazing layered segments of music that inject melody and unique passages over a blasting drum performance. Deathly shouted vocals that spill into ugly choral accompaniment suit this music perfectly and provide an even more special element rarely explored by the masses. The full production places everything out in front and possessed by reverb which allows a deep atmosphere to empower this material. Perhaps such a modern sound may suggest a lack of mysticism, but thankfully the dissonant riff stylings and sinister intent of Heretic Cult Redeemer is enough to shuffle us all back in time when the plagues raged and despair weighed heavy on the minds of a crippled society.
Heretic Cult Redeemer has been another nice surprise. Skilled and endlessly unique music without going too far over the mark into “unlistenable” territories, this is a new band that isn’t even up on the Metal Archives yet, so there is no telling if there were any other demo or EPs before this S/T affair, but the strange mixture HCR is concocting is a torturous brew of innovative and poisonous black metal. The LP is limited to 500 copies and comes with an A2 poster. -Marty
Iron Bonehead

Humiliation – Turbulence from the Deep

•July 31, 2013 • 3 Comments

humiliationLet’s face it… if you’ve heard Bolt Thrower and you don’t like or love Bolt Thrower, all indications point to the fact that you’re not a man. Yes…. your penis has atrophied and fallen off. Having said that, do I really want to hear a lesser band doing all they can to emulate an already perfect sound? Well maybe. Color me curious. My penis is after all still intact and apparently so are the collective schlongs of Humiliation for they obviously LOVE Bolt Thrower to. Unfortunately…
Turbulence in the Deep is a Malaysian quintet’s lackluster version of much greater things established in England. The riffs are borrowed, the guitar sound is stolen and even the beefy production screams Bolt Thrower. The problem is, Humiliation doesn’t know what to do with it, or have they yet figured out how to steal the key component needed to write an authentic BT song with the same vitality and war torn fire that only Gavin and Barry possess. The bottom line, this album is painfully boring. As it progresses, even after repeated listens, the songs exert zero life or go anywhere interesting. Vocally, Bear-Bee (not a typo…. this is his listed name) is trying to show off his own deep DM growls with some results, but again… the lyrics fall on the beat of every chord in a painfully predictable manner so that there is no variation here to save us. It ends now…
Humiliation are going at this all wrong, although I appreciate the effort. It was damn difficult to find any redeeming qualities on Turbulence in the Deep. Curious? Really… don’t trouble yourself. -Marty
Deepsend

Nazarene Whore/Nocturnal Evil – Split 7”

•July 31, 2013 • Leave a Comment

nazarene whoreIron Bonehead have returned with a slab of the ancient school of death/black sodomy with 2 one man bands eager to rape their influences and create blackened death with little care or concern for originality. Knowing that such damning characteristics mean nothing as long as conviction, sound and most importantly, “delivery” is of an acceptable quality, we venture into the grooves of this 7” for a fiery beating.
Up first is 3 tracks from Michigan’s own Nazarene Whore. Of course we’re interested to hear what someone from our home state brings to the table, so we groomed our goat and brought him to the computer to witness the devilish perversion spewed forth. Nazarene Whore embraces an abrasive drum machine driven sound that idles between old Beherit and Ildjarn. Punk addled riffs are hurled at the listener like bloody knuckles. Even though the music is going down into a pit of sonic redundancy, N.W. are swinging the entire way with the intent to kill. There’s got to be some value in that, right? Even if I were to have purchased this 7”, there’s nothing terribly impressive on display here to warrant dragging me away from Forest Poetry or The Oath of Black Blood.
Argentina’s Nocturnal Evil crawl up from the Southern Hemisphere (and grave) with a breathy blasphemous tone that blasts with lo-fi darkness and a blanketing reverb technique that makes this deathly black attack sound like it was erupting out of a cave. Only offering one track on this split, it’s hard to say how an entire albums worth of this old cryptic style of devil war metal will stand the test of time as it has been done endlessly, but for one track, it is a decent nostalgic defilement of the sound waves from this 1 man “band”. -Marty
Iron Bonehead

Septicflesh – Esoptron

•July 31, 2013 • 1 Comment

septicfleshDon’t let the different cover art fool you into thinking this is a new 2013 Septicflesh release, rather Season of Mist continue to trip back in time into this Greek institutions earlier workings for an updated and more widely available reissue. For folks like me who missed out on the original somehow, this practice is a good thing and once you hear the inspired deathly tones of this band, the timelessness of it all will also turn you into a believer.
Where Mystic Places of Dawn stood as an amazing dose of murky and melodically gifted death metal, Esoptron found the band progressing quite a bit in the course of one year, though not losing the muse for upholding their roots. Esoptron is a dreary opus of melancholic doom rich with synth accompaniment to heap on the misery while wounded guitar harmonies weep over the procession in a demonstrative crawl. In a lot of ways, this era of Septicflesh feels heavily influenced by Paradise Lost’s amazing Gothic album, though SF have taken a less romantic path in their doom affinity than the bulk of the UK doom scene did. If anything, they kept it authentically miserable while progressing within their songwriting talent and ideas with bold orchestration, bringing in more clean singing and making synths even more vital a part of the equation without losing that beaten down metal hopelessness. Of course this may all have changed on future albums, but I cannot report on that as I have yet to hear them. I feel content to drift back and experience the origin and growth of this band thanks to SoM and take any sort of deviation from the death/doom metal formula Septicfleash so expertly commanded as it comes so not to be too jarring of a transition to the modern side.
Along with the new design/cover art, Esoptron 2013 features 3 bonus tracks. 2 live songs and the studio track, “Woman of the Rings” to add a bit of allure to those of you collectors out there that likely own copies of the original release and want to have everything. Good marketing ploy for sure and good for the fans as well. Esoptron is effective cold and dreary weather music that finds me wanting the clouds to gather and remain. -Marty
Season of Mist

Void Meditation Cult – Sulfurous Prayers of Blight and Darkness LP

•July 31, 2013 • Leave a Comment

voidmeditationcultWith an endless evil emitting from the core of Void Meditation Cult’s ancient death/black delivery, fans of Beherit, Profanatica, Manticore, Demoncy, Necros Christos and the like shall rejoice at the excellently cryptic production and the bands equally impressive attention to detail when it comes to emulating simplistic and blasphemous metal such as this. Having never experienced the demo and Sperm of the Antichrist (The predecessor project to VMC) material that makes up this LP, I was instantly pleased with the ritualistic disease flowing from the speakers. Void Meditation Cult is the effort of sole member Desolate Defiler (ex-Blood Coven, ex-Manticore, ex-Somnus) who plays all the instruments and has taken a sub-genre of dark death/black metal that has been beaten to death stylistically, and breathed back in a malevolent spirit of renewal. And the surprise here is, he has done so without doing anything new or adventurous, rather he pretty much sticks to the playbook in keeping this procession simplistic, but the final product is very well done. Now that I think about it, this sounds a lot like older Manticore which is a good thing. The open riffs and lack of messy blast beats allow the music to breath in the musty crypt air and demand repeated listens. The airy synth infusion that lurks within the background of these slow moving and unfolding anthems to the underworld really present a creepy atmosphere to interact with the detuned power chords. Again, the movement in the riffs and overall memorable nature of the writing is notable, as is the breathy and tortured death moans/whispers perfectly placed by Defiler. Tracks 1-4 are from VMC. 5-8 are Sperm of the Antichrist and are of the same quality as the essence is nearly the same, but the recording is a bit more locked within the demo realm and the lack of synth accompaniment is noticeable. This makes the songs a lot less atmospheric which is unfortunate, but the band (this project was a 2 piece) did utilize speed a lot more than VMC. In spite of the subtle differences, the core elements between the 2 projects is the same making Sulfurous Prayers of Blight and Darkness a quality release to those of you still destroying your life for satan. Yep… I may be buying this one. -Marty
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Wound – Inhale the Void

•July 31, 2013 • Leave a Comment

woundExecuting competent death metal with a definite Swedish spirit lurking in the guitar tone and familiarity in the riffs, Germany’s Wound have followed up their acclaimed Confess to Filth demo with this debut full-length, Inhale the Void.
Production and songwriting is everything when dealing with death metal of this caliber and since Wound doesn’t have a deep history to appeal to fans of the genres nostalgic tendencies, they have a difficult job ahead of them trying to break into a bloated musical realm, especially while reanimating the same riffs that have been on display for decades. Inhale the Void is a solid album, with the songs centering around a mid-paced or “old-school” if you will tempo and power chord dominant riffs that introduce a meaty groove before decaying into tremolo melodies. A mid-ranged Mille meets insert random death metal vocalist HERE styled screamer leads the charge, effectively empowering the weighty foundation with vocal rhythms that thankfully avoid the obvious path (ie: following the movement in the riffs with syllables falling on every beat). It’s really good. Catchy even. So what’s the problem? There really isn’t a lot of individuality on display here, or musical twists with enough suspense or hooks to make me forget about Dismember, Entombed, Hail of Bullets, Bolt Thrower, Asphyx, or whatever other bands stylistic influence that does creep up in Wound’s music.
Again, Wound possess the chops and tone to entertain once the disc reaches the CD player, but the real challenge here is actually getting to the point where I actually want to step away from the classics to give these guys another chance. Perhaps you will be a lot less picky than I am. -Marty
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Claimed by claw of Ursa / Sigil etched through flesh and bone…

•July 24, 2013 • 8 Comments

A cool breath of air is gracing the lands of Worm Gear this week; a welcome respite from the heat, and a refreshing change of mind and weather. Summer is passing quickly (maybe a little too quickly), and a drought of rain is mirroring a drought of new music… We still stagger with reviews for Pantheon of Blood and Infera Bruo from Jim and Marty.

How are you weathering this dry spell? Revisiting old classics? Catching up on albums from this spring or the past year? Is there something amazing that’s flown under our radars? Keep the comments rolling and share your thoughts with us!

Marty Rytkonen
Today is the Day – In the Eyes of God
Windir – Arntor
Ihsahn – After
Sodom – The FInal Sign of Evil
Septic Flesh – Mystic PLaces of Dawn
Siouxsie and the Banshees – A Kiss in the Dream House
Alda – Tahoma
Bastard Priest – Under the Hammer of Destruction
Bilskirnir – Wotansvolk
Impaled Nazarene – Soumi Finlad Perkele

Jim Clifton
Timeghoul – 1992-1994 Discography
Thou Art Lord – The Regal Pulse of Lucifer
Bathory – Nordland I & II
Vemod – Venter På Stormene
Satan – Life Sentence
Sanctuary – Into the Mirror Black
Death – Individual Thought Patterns
Death – Spiritual Healing
Death – Human
Varathron – Stygian Forces of Scorn

Jake Moran
Whom the Moon a Nightsong Sings
Raising Holy Sparks – Beyond the Unnamed Bay
The Cloisters – Little Summer / Little Winter
The Cloisters – The Cloisters
United Bible Studies – The Northern Lights And The Northern Dark
United Bible Studies – Spoicke
Nhor – Nhor
Amorphis – Tales From the Thousand Lakes
Echtra – Sky Burial
Molested – Stormvold

Infera Bruo – Desolate Unknown

•July 24, 2013 • 4 Comments

infera bruoIt’s nice to go into a release with zero expectations and be surprised at the outcome enough to just let the music keep looping in an attempt to become familiar with it. Believe me folks… with the glut of new music boiling up from the interweb these days, this is a rare occurrence. Boston’s Infera Bruo is a band comprised of talented musicians culled from the punk and black metal genres out of bands that many of you have likely never heard of (The Girls, Cul De Sac, Bothildir, Shadar Logoth, Encrimson’d, Virulence, The Seventh Circle and others), but in Infera Bruo, they cast aside the past to embrace a violent and expertly crafted passage to the vibrant side of USBM.

Desolate Unknown immediately lays its cards on the table with a sharp production and a form of blackness that offers a nod of appreciation to the Scandinavian movement, yet Infera Bruo cultivate enough of their own identity in this music to keep the delivery enveloped in a very personal, though endlessly intense fire. The songs are rich with effective and sinister melody lines as found on the opening track Visions of the Inner Eye, but Infera Bruo inventively shift away from their rather focused and at times laid back stylistic and structural affinity for blackness the old and safe way (not a bad thing) on the deep and lengthy track Ritual Within. Electronic/experimental elements seep into the meat of this track, as does more tortured riffs where nasty chords writhe up from the strings to show the truly ugly and creative side of this band. The dissonance continues on Dust of Stars as Infera Bruo really hit their stride and open up the possibilities in their music with even more abysmal riff concepts, sung upon high with a searingly tight guitar tone and tempo shifts that range from the blasting mayhem you’d expect, to more crawling post rock drones that drag a mess of glorious treble behind them.

With most of the band contributing vocals to Desolate Unknown, an interesting variety is on display, with the main voice cutting through being stylistically very reminiscent of Ihsahn’s Black Wizard on fire delivery. This higher end register of screaming perfectly fits in sonically with the sizzle lurking at the core of Infera Bruo’s attack. Pitch singing and more of a chanted/yelled style also surface for a nice offering of depth on occasion, but never going too far to lose the core mission statement. Yet another well considered element that adds depth to what has become a very mature second album.

Infera Bruo have approached Desolate Unknown with great care and attention to detail. They start out in a storm of blazing swords to set their intentions on a course for the listener to feel and as the album has progressed, they then began to pervert the formula into something far more threatening than your typical blast addicted and brutal BM band from the US. Desolate Unknown is a grower which is a good thing, and it is key to really feel like your part of Infera Bruo’s sonic ritual. I was really drawn to the subtle twists in their sound and songwriting which they plant within a genre/style that resonates at a level I can usually become lost in when done correctly. Infera Bruo have gotten it right and I’m thrilled to hear where the madness will take them. This album is self released on CD and Bandcamp, so feel free to give it an uninterrupted spin to hear for yourself. -Marty

http://inferabruo.bandcamp.com/

Pantheon of Blood – Tetrasomia

•July 24, 2013 • Leave a Comment

PantheonOfBlod (200x200)Scanning through the many options to review this week, my eyes hovered briefly over the cover of Tetrasomia, Pantheon of Blood’s latest EP, and almost dismissed it. A shining yellow sun on the cover of a Finnish Black Metal album? Hm. Luckily, my curiosity got the better of me, and my worn earholes were soon greeted with Black Metal sounds and an accompanying manifesto as subtle and yes, as colorful as the album’s artwork. For Tetrasomia’s nineteen minutes are filled with riffs and movements that, while Black at their core, are encrusted with quiet nods to classic pagan/Heavy Metal, giving this record’s songs a life and intrigue that smites the banality of most modern BM swirling amidst the underground’s septic tanks. Emboldened by its minimalist, ‘cold’ production, the tenets of Tetrasomia’s Black Metal beset by a barely-there, but undeniable pagan/HM melodicism feed the sinews of this EP’s staying power. That said, while the acoustic intros, old-school chorded downstrokes and rolling tempos of Tetrasomia hint at the band’s ‘epic’ sense, know that Pantheon of Blood are still, strictly speaking, Black Metal without any classifying-dashes. For evidence, you need look no further than the tormented shrieks and esophagus-scarring of vocalist Boreas (?). Arioch’s pained mouth-twists and Attila Csihar’s mournful-moans align with Boreas’s unique, high-pitched goblin-gargles, conspiring together to hold those uninitiated in the Black at bay. And PoB’s lyrical focus foregoes the typical well-worn BM Satani-topics for a discourse of the elements (inspired by Greek philosopher Empedocles’ original studies), all while viewed through the peculiar scope of the Pranic Pulse.

Bands can rehash their aural ancestry, leave said history altogether for other pastures, or engage in some combination of the two. But there is another, arguably harder choice: to stand, feet firmly-planted, at the base of the Past Black Metal monolith, and push it slowly, agonizingly, forward toward growth. On the surface, Pantheon of Blood (and other bands of the mostly ‘trve’, yet still open-minded ilk) may seem little more than stalwart representatives of a sub-genre in its current state and, if their experimentation stems from mere happy accident, perhaps they are. But if we, as listeners, choose a more positive perspective, and take more time to discern what deceptively simple albums like Tetrasomia are actually attempting to do in the face of a nigh-Sisyphean task, we might just be rewarded for our investment of time. -Jim

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When the hate is not enough, when the knowledge is too small, see the tears of an old wizard…

•July 17, 2013 • 23 Comments

Yet another week, and the unknowable forces from the spaces between the stars (or the cracks in the earth if you’re more of a subterranean guy/gal) have chosen to reanimate our desiccated corpses. They’ve spoken through us, vomiting forth messages of ruin, and… reviews for metal albums. Sure, why not? Also: an interview with the highly esteemed Herr Rytkonen, fragments of which originally appeared in the Decibel retrospective on Metal Maniacs, unveiled here in its complete form for the first time.

Jake Moran
Raising Holy Sparks – Beyond the Unnamed Bay
United Bible Studies – The Kitchen Session
Circulation of Light – Twilit Homeland
Áine O’Dwyer – Music for Church Cleaners
Bölzer – Aura
Kinit Her – The Cavern Stanzas
Giantkind – Early harvest, late harvest
Circle of Ouroborus – Streams
Sivyj Yar – Towards the Twilight
Desaster – A Touch of Medieval Darkness

Marty Rytkonen Playlist
Thou Art Lord – The Regal Pulse of Lucifer
Walgefluster – “Trauerweide” advance demo tracks
Drowning the Light – The Fading Rays of the Sun
Entombed – Left Hand Path
Finsterforst – Rastlos
Impaled Nazarene – Urga Karma
Imperium Dekadenz – Meadows of Nostalgia
Kampfar – Mellom Skogkledde Aaser
Autopsy – The Headless Ritual
Mercyful Fate – Don’t Break the Oath

Jim Clifton Playlist
At the Gates – The Red In the Sky Is Ours
Massacra – Final Holocaust
Summoning – Let Mortal Heroes Sing Your Flame
Necrophobic – The Nocturnal Silence
W.A.S.P. – s/t & The Last Command
Gorguts – Obscura
Khors – Return to Abandoned
Altar of Plagues – Mammal
Coffins – Buried Death
Morbid Angel – Covenant

Return to the Firing Squad…

•July 17, 2013 • 2 Comments

UnknownMetal Maniacs was a publication that led a lot of us through the thick and thin of an exploding metal world. I stumbled upon this mag in a local grocery store many years ago and was blown away that I was able to read about new and old bands in the metal realm, spilled from the hearts and minds of obvious fans like myself. Here in small Traverse City, I was introduced to a larger world where I no longer felt alone. We were out there and we were ravenous for the music that quickly and so deeply molded our lives and yes… culture.

Fast forward a number of years to 1995… I was one of 4 contributing editors to Worm Gear Zine, eager to share my thoughts with the world on a musical style that I obsessed over and this was my way to emulate the publication that I hunted down every issue of. This humble and dedicated zine came across the desk of one time Relapse Records publicist Jeff Wagner who ended up taking the helm of Maniacs and eventually contacted me to contribute to his rebuilding of the MM empire. It was a complete honor and remains with me till this day as the best and most rewarding “job” I ever and likely will ever have.

Fast forward to 2013… Chris Dick constructs a Metal Maniacs retrospective piece for Decibel Magazine’s August 2013 issue (#106 with Johan Hegg on the cover) and sends out a list of questions to a handful of editors and writers to harvest content for this extensive piece. I am honored to have been given the opportunity to be a part of it. Since he used several quotes from this interview, I thought it would be good to share with all of you the unedited piece instead of letting the rest of it fall into obscurity.
Many thanks to Chris Dick and Albert Mudrian for the approval to share this MM recollection with the Worm Gear readers! -Marty

Metal Maniacs: Oral History
Writer Questionnaire
By Chris Dick

Chris Dick: Timeline: When did you start? When did you stop?
Marty Rytkonen: I don’t remember the exact year, but my first Maniacs tour was around 98, up until Jeff Wagner stepped down as editor. I left when he did. I was a part of his reign for a couple of years. I also did some writing for Liz for a year or so, leading up to the demise of the magazine.

CD: What do you remember about music at the time?
MR: Emperor’s Anthems? Yes. Influential releases by Immortal, Darkthrone… the list is endless. Even though being on the staff of a large publication had privileges of hearing tons of new music, the releases at the time were still extremely high quality which made it even more exciting and fun to be a part of. But, the ultimate commercialization of extreme metal was just around the corner…

CD: What do you remember about Metal Maniacs? A game-changer or typical outlet?
MR: A complete game-changer that has left a seemingly bottomless hole in the American metal world. It was an amazing experience and felt like I was part of something that cared and was working to guide metal fans on a path of learning about new and fantastic bands, rather than writing to earn the respect and ad $$ of the labels that supported it.

CD: Were you a reader of Metal Maniacs before you were a writer?
MR: Absolutely. I was a long time follower of Maniacs as it was often easy to obtain in Northern Michigan. The day Jeff called me up to ask if I would be interested in writing for him, I thought he was joking. Once the shock subsided, I cannot tell you how honored I was to have been given the opportunity.

CD: Or were you in a band? Any conflicts of interest? Or did you start a band as a result of writing about music for Metal Maniacs?
MR: Was in several bands that never amounted to anything other than a creative outlet and fun. Maniacs had no impact on that. I always looked at playing music as my once a week “poker night” if you will.

CD: Did you have your writing “voice” before Metal Maniacs or was it curated during your tenure?
MR: I was one of the founding fathers of Worm Gear Zine back in 1995 and by the time Jeff asked me to join the MM fold, I guess you could say that I had stumbled upon a style with my desperate word “sculpting”. I took this instinctual style and really tried to expand it with my work for Maniacs. Since they were actually paying me, I wanted to do the best I could for them. Through it all, it was an amazing experience and I learned a lot.

CD: What do you remember about your first assignment?
MR: I should know this…. I think it was an interview with John McEntee/Incantation? No matter how many times I had interviewed bands for Worm Gear, doing it for Maniacs was always different and more intense. Nerves and a lack of self confidence would take over. I recall second guessing myself all the time, for I respected the roster of writers so much, and felt they were all more developed than I was (technically and stylistically) as writers, it was intimidating. Maniacs legacy in regards to my own metal development over the years leading up to this also was a huge part of this anxiety.

CD: Did you ever travel for features? If so, please provide a synopsis of where you went, when you went, what record you were covering, and any fun stories about your trip?
MR: Yes. Quite a bit actually. I would cover the Milwaukee Metalfest every year which led to heading out East for the 1st ever New England Metal and Hardcore Fest, along with another Jack Koshick (SIC?) Fest called November to Dismember. There were others that have all blended together in the mush of all the years that have passed. These events were full of other writers from all over the world and we are an interesting cross section of individuals that would cross paths often. Other than drunkenly being convinced to have my picture taken with who turned out to be a King Diamond impersonator (thanks for running that one Jeff) and having our hotel rooms filled with floor crashers who all complained about my snoring, these events were filled with fun stories and exciting performances that I feel honored to have been fortunate enough to experience.

CD: How did you submit writing to editorial: email, fax, used USPS/UPS to mail work, hand-written?
MR: Email. The Internet was clipping along just fine by then.

CD: How much content freedom did you have?
MR: Total freedom. There weren’t word count restrictions on interviews, features or reviews. I was never asked to bend my opinion one way or the other. It was an incredibly freeing position to be in. I think Jeff got to know his writers well enough to trust us and let us do what we do. Since he obviously liked our work leading up to asking us to join him, I think this allowed him to trust that what we would submit would be up to par with what the magazine needed.

CD: What was your favorite feature?
MR: I always enjoyed the loose feel of the demo and zine features as I could just let it flow in a stream of conscious style of writing. I came after Ula for the demo column and think he always more entertaining as his sense of humor is second to none, but coming up with silly captions for band pictures was always a hoot. As far as interviews, I think my best work was the Immortal interview with Abbath being the most entertaining for people. It wasn’t fun trying to get him on the phone, although his mother sure sounded like a nice Norwegian lady….

CD: Did you take one for the team? Covering music or artists you had no interest in? What was that like? When was it, if you remember?
MR: Nope. Jeff would ask if I was into covering a handful of bands and it was my choice weather I pursued it or not. I would sometimes review material that I wasn’t into, but that’s part of the game. You can’t love everything you listen to. I would remind fans of the written word to remember that. There is something wrong with a writer that likes everything… or they are doing it for all the wrong reasons.

CD: Did you ever get re-writes or story suggestions from Editorial? How’d that go?
MR: Not that I can remember. I know Jeff would suggest I chop a run-on sentence down often, but I typically did it. After a while I learned not to do that anymore.

CD: How did you approach reviews?
MR: Probably a sad thing to admit, but I would often do them last minute before the deadline and probably be slightly drunk. Was it planned this way? No. It was just the way life was rolling back then. This allows the words to flow without preconceived notions or falling into the trap of over thinking the process. There is always room for creative flourishes when writing reviews, but the main goal is to express ones opinion clearly and creatively without coming off as too pretentious with fancy verbage. This is the way I always approached it anyway. I also remember stopping reading record reviews from other people on albums I was slated to cover for I never wanted their influence to subconsciously infect my thought process.

CD: What did you think of the “No Ratings” system for reviews?
MR: It is the way it should be. I think ratings are a crutch. Make people actually take the time to read the review. If I have done my job correctly, the reader will come away with my opinion on an album without question. It is this vital critic/reader connection that made Maniacs special and a thing of the past as reviews over the years have become short and meaningless due to the rise of the internet. People really don’t need reviews anymore as they can choose to download everything and listen for themselves. But this also could be attributed to the fact that writers anymore are also working for 5 other publications to survive and just spread thin creatively. It comes across in their writing. When it does, there is no view into their personality to allow the reader to even want to follow what they have to say. When Metal Maniacs arrived in the mail box, I wanted to read every review by every writer as they were their own unique voice with a style I could relate to. Bring back those days! Where is the passion?

CD: What was your favorite feature in Metal Maniacs? Shorts, Brash Report, Playlists, etc.
MR: Aural Assaults for the reasons I stated earlier.

CD: What’d you think of the layout? Obviously you didn’t have a hand in it, but I’m sure there are opinions either way.
MR: The layout was always the one strike against Maniacs, but I feel the writing sufficiently made up for it. Could you imagine MM’s content armed with a slick design as found in Terrorizer or Metal Hammer? Sure larger band pics and zany design would have forced us to likely stick to a strict word count, but I feel a more adventurous look would have really drawn in the uninitiated folks perusing on the newsstand. It is a double edged sword, but I think it was a good thing that we stuck to more in-depth content over appearance.

CD: Did Metal Maniacs change over the course of your writing tenure? If so, how? Editorial Team, layout, features, opportunities, etc.marty_parker
MR: It did for sure. I was accustomed to Wagner’s ways and when I started writing for Liz, it was different. Not saying that it was bad, for I believe she really did a great job taking the reigns of MM and making it her own without losing site of the old days. But by this time, a lot of writers were brought in from other publications both in print and on the web and I think Maniacs kind of lost its uniqueness because of this. There were just too many of the same bands being covered by all the magazines in the metal world. We all became interchangeable.

CD: Metal Maniacs had political leanings throughout its existence. Did you pay attention to the politics espoused by the magazine?
MR: I respected the editors wishes to talk about such things as it was their platform to do so, but it wasn’t where I was coming from with this music. It was sometimes annoying, but I could choose to overlook it to get to the info I cared about.

CD: Did you ever have doubts about telling people who you wrote for? Was there a stigma? Or did you display your Metal Maniacs credentials proudly?
MR: Proudly! I felt it was an achievement and was very proud of my work there and all that I did leading up to it. How many starving writers can say they have been “published”? And they have schooling behind them. I didn’t. Just a love for a form of music and a desire to help people find their way to albums that are worthy of their hard earned money. Being at the right place at the right time helps as well.

CD: Any other fun or interesting stories about your time at Metal Maniacs?
MR: I look back on the whole experience with a lot of fond memories and nostalgic desire for something like that to rise again. During the Wagner era, we all bonded over this labor of metal love and many of us became friends… some of which I still keep close contact with to this day. I will never forget the first ever Metal Maniacs x-mas party over at Zahlers. It was my first time ever on an airplane and to NYC… a first step into a larger world. The air guitar competition. The laughs. The endless hours listening to records and debating them. I have never been in a working environment so fun or creatively charged and I will always remember that feeling. Time certainly flies…

 
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