Feel the Khold

Callously creeping Khold do primitivistic black 'n' roll so good it makes me wanna knit myself a black lusekofte in the Bavarian summer heat (superfueled by festival-frenzy - Wacken Open Air is up tomorrow, oh yeah!), and their oven-fresh "Hundre år gammal" is yet another proof. Do yourself a favor and enjoy these underrated Norwegians (what else?!) in the appetizer below!


"Hundre år gammal"

Remembering spinning "Blod og blek" on endless repeat when "Krek" came out, I just couldn't help but include these fine vids as well.


"Blod og blek"


"Innestengt i eikekiste"


"Død"

...and if Khold isn't enough for quenching your thirst for blackened rock minimalism, you might wanna check out their sisterband Tulus.

Independent Music for Independent People

This movie is nothing but surreal.

It’s not so much about metal but the true face of the ongoing war in Iraq and daily life in the constant shade of its impending danger. The viewer also gets a useful glimpse into how the bullshit media actually works at the spot; how it uses different techniques to produce pro-American/anti-Muslim propaganda in order to further sell the war.

Metal fans are known for being dedicated to their faith but these guys in the film, including its makers, must be extremely brave or just utterly stupid. At the same time, that’s what keeps them going, obviously the only thing. They seem to have lost everything – every joy, every ambition, every prospect is deadened – but their passion for music.

When watching, you're (well, almost) sensing this. Whereas many bands just fool around on their instruments trying to create some weird noise while sharing a few sixpacks these young men really do play to stay alive rather than merely (still) breathing. There’s also this creeping nerve - this fear - to the film that you’re under attack and knowing that any second The Bomb could literally come tear you and your whole existence apart.

Being active in a metal band – something that’s reportedly mischievous enough to get you locked up in Iraq, even in times of peace – under these circumstances, man... Fuck the world-music has never before been so real.

Soulful Soulfly Covers

Say what you want about Soulfly’s sound but the new stuff, though a bit too photoshopped and digital, at least looks promising!

And, no matter how much one may miss his time in Sepultura, one must give Max cred for those adoringly exotic ethno-elements. An album like "Prophecy" definitely deserves the tag "world metal".

Peeing Perkelee...?

Finnish Florida-styled deathheads Sotajumala have to my great appreciation come out with their sophomore effort "Teloitus", and as expected it's far from a disappointment. These guys know how to make sonic meat of the new millennium. Only one thing seems a bit odd; is the man on the frontcover taking a piss, or what?!

Wrongly Accused

In the microscopically small case anyone stumbled upon the Neuraxis-review (awesome band, btw!) in the brand new issue (#53) of Sweden Rock Magazine and happened to give a shit and then happened to stumble in here, I'd like to clarify I'm not the author of this review. Yes, I know my name's underneath it so you might think I wrote it but I didn't. Jane Cedenberger did. And of course she didn't put my name instead of her own there by accident or so. It's the dear sirs at the editor's office that fucked up. Woe to thee, bad bad editors.

Posted at UltimateMetal

The dear sirs at UltimateMetal asked me to write an article on the thesis I'm constantly nagging about and so I did. Check it out!

http://www.ultimatemetal.com/forum/interviews/410725-we-who-others-metal-lifestyle-mapped.html

Wulffmetaller

Wulffmorgenthaler is simply the best.

Sydsvenskan Linked

A link to the Sydsvenskan-article:

http://sydsvenskan.se/kultur/article342127.ece