So, how much trve kvlt metal cred do I lose if I say that the new Bleeding Through song is a banger?
It’s a widely accepted fact that British metal legends Judas Priest helped define the sound of heavy metal as we know it today. But what isn’t as widely acknowledged is how they also helped define the visual aesthetics of heavy metal; indeed, Priest is as much responsible for what metal albums look like as they are for what metal albums sound like. Although they’ve never had a single unifying theme to their artwork (ala Iron Maiden’s Eddie or Motorhead’s Snaggletooth), no less than seven of their album covers do have something very important in common: ass-kicking robots.
When I was in college, there were a few instances where I was beyond dirt poor. Back then, people actually still gave a shit about CDs, so painful as it was, I’d sell off chunks of my music collection so that I could like, pay my bills and eat ‘n’ shit. One of the CDs I sold was an original pressing of Birdflesh’s Night of the Ultimate Mosh on Razorback Recordings.
That was really stupid of me.
Frank Pucci left this plane of existence for the great beyond on March 18, 2018 at the age of forty-eight. The man otherwise known as Killjoy was among the founding fathers of American extreme metal; his long-running brainchild Necrophagia is considered to be one of the very first death metal bands to exist on US soil, releasing early demos around the same time as the likes of Death, Possessed and Master. In addition to being the only constant member of Necrophagia, he would also go on to front a slew of other well-received projects such as Cabal, Killjoy, Wurdulak, The Ravenous and Haxxan.
My wife recently surprised me with tickets to the Smashing Pumpkins reunion tour, and as such I’ve naturally been compelled to revisit their catalog. For the longest time I’ve proclaimed that the band’s 1993 breakthrough Siamese Dream was my favorite Pumpkins album, but right now I’m thinking it might actually be Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.
Destroyer 666 released one of the year’s best pure metal albums back in 2016 with Wildfire and it appears that they have no intentions of slowing down, because they’ve released what is sure to go down as one of 2018’s best pure metal EPs in the form of Call of the Wild, a four song fist to the face that’s guaranteed to wreck your neck in under twenty minutes.
I wasn’t terribly familiar with Harm’s Way prior to getting the promo for Posthuman, but I was somewhat aware of the buzz their previous album Rust had garnered, so I decided to give them a try. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Posthuman is a burly-as-fuck collection of non-stop mosh riffs mixed with electronic elements that wouldn’t be out of place on a late-nineties Godflesh record. It’s an odd combination to be sure, but I’ll be damned if Harm’s Way doesn’t make it work.