Where has this album been all my life? It isn’t every day that you find a record that seems to have been tailor made to satisfy your personal listening palette, but on Future Cult, St. Louis-based trio The Lion’s Daughter have managed to successfully combine a few of my most favorite things, namely pulverizing extreme metal and creepy, John Carpenter-esque synthesizers. I’m not quite sure yet if it’s as delightful a combination as chocolate and peanut butter, but they’re definitely two great tastes that taste great together.
2018 has already been a pretty stellar year for doom. So far we’ve been smacked upside the head with killer releases from the old masters Sleep, as well as a host of young whippersnappers such as Green Druid and Chrch , making it a damn fine time to be a fan of all things sluggish and Sabbathy.
As I was preparing to review this album, something occurred to me; In nearly ten years of THKD I’ve never once written about Amorphis (I have no idea why). It also occurred to me that many readers will probably be surprised to find out that I unabashedly love this band, given that their music is pretty much the antithesis of so much of the other metal I love; it’s proggy, folky, pristinely produced and at times poppy as all hell, yet somehow Amorphis makes all these elements that I’m not always such a big fan of (at least not when it comes to metal) palatable, nay downright tasty.
It seems that not enough people are talking about Green Druid, but they damn well oughta be, because the quartet has released what should rightfully be considered as one of the stickiest of the icky doom metal releases of 2018 in the form of Ashen Blood, out now on Earache Records.
What’s this? A goregrind band that doesn’t sing about gore? Germany’s The Creatures From The Tomb (henceforth referred to as TCFTT) play groovy goregrind in the vein of Cock and Ball Torture, The Day Everything Became Nothing and Cliteater, but their songs are not about zombies or hacking people up or having sex with corpses. Instead, TCFTT mine their subject matter from classic black and white horror films, such as The Phantom of the Opera and Creature from the Black Lagoon.
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.
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.