When you think of the impetus behind Sammath and Kaeck, think of cooking: a careful adjustment of the ratio and granularity of ingredients in order to achieve the perfect effect. Trying to meld aggressive death metal and sinister black metal requires precise intent, like martial arts or assembling nukes.
Early Sammath bounced between the elegant atmosphere of Strijd and the raw unbridled intensity of Verwoesting Devastation, but Kaeck adds the influence of primitive death metal like Infester or Sinister and doom metal atmospheres, and the synthesis gels on this album.
Gruwelijk Onthaal features the elements of primitive death metal riffing re-arranged into subtlety and set into song structures that are like short folktales of conflict, each bending raw sound into a story that drops from bursting energy to enduring atmosphere.
With this knitting together of the threads of underground metal, a short album like this can tell many tales, and through the emergence of themes buried inside its churning assault, reveal the world of natural aggression buried beneath the heaps of delusional human feelings that bewitch ordinary life.
Tags: Black Metal, death metal, kaeck
We need to get Jan back in Texas to play some Kaeck shows!
Honestly sounds like one of the recent beer reviews. Brett, if it’s reaching the point where a beer and a YouTube video look the same to you, maybe it’s time to lay off the Saint Assholes awhile. Your loyal catamites deserve more than just beery bluster. Take a look at review sites such as Invisible Oranges or Angry Metal Guy if you need ideas on how to better engage your target market. Just want the best for you, mate; reach out if you want to talk.
You were better off keeping your influences (and your BDS) under wraps, Smegmy.
You know the creepy part is that I can actually speak dutch, and no this isn’t google translate.
“Jan” is een alternatieve versie van de Hebreeuwse naam “John”. Ik denk that Brett hier jaloers wordt want ik ben beter dan hem.
That should be ‘ik ben beter dan hij.’
Oh kijk eens, mijn groep acht leraar is terug vanuit de graf; Gruwelijk zeker, alles goed daar meneer Frank Sijmons?
How long before everyone talks Dutch around here? Enige ideeën mede Frans Bauerfans?
Frans Bauer heeft de grootste collectie Death Metal van aller tijden, en niemand weet dat behalve zijn meest hardcore fans!
Who is the best actor of all time? Easy, Leslie Nielsen!
The Naked gun Trilogy, Dracula dead and loving it, and Forbidden Planet, makes this man the greatest.
Fuck off De Niro… but I can see why Brett hates the Irish, because the reboot, headed by Liam Neeson, was just… awful.
Mel Brooks also has to be considered. “Airplane!” vs. “Blazing Saddles” is a tough competition.
Spaceballs was awesome, RIP John Candy!
But what about women actors? Kathleen Turner! She looks and talks just like me, almost identical twins… At least, that’s before she got old…
Her highlights were:
Romancing the Stone
The Man With Two brains
Who framed Roger Rabbit
I liked Anjelica Huston in the 90’s Addams Family movies, nicely formidable gothic look without it being dumb like nowadays.
Raul Julia was great too.
A similar movie would be “Death becomes her”, another nostalgic 90’s hit, with good actresses.
I tend to agree, The Witches 1990 cover looked awesome…
He plays a murderous, rapist, psychopath in Day of the Animals. The Rifftrax version is on Tubi I believe.
Leslie was funny as hell in the Scary Movie quadrilogy too, and I know there’s a fifth part, but it was so bad that I refuse to acknowledge its existence.
Stifler from American Pie was also funny as fuck, but that’s common knowledge.
LET * THEM * EAT * KAECK
Easily one of the best black metal releases this side of the millennium. Sounds straight from the astral, with only the minimum processing needed on the material plane to bring it to our undeserving mortal ears.
PRAISE KAECK
Hey Brett – honest question here regarding materialism and consumerism in regards to purchasing music. I find that my record collection has become grotesque and I no longer feel the desire to add to it. However, I do understand the nature of supporting the musicians who make the music. Where is the balance? What are your thoughts? I feel that books and DVDs also occupy this space as well. Is there a certain level of hypocrisy that we have to accept here being part of a ‘capitalist’ society?
A simpleton once asked in earnest
if the stuff he collected had purpose.
The consequent thought
was to take what he bought
and cast it all into the furnace.
It feels ridiculous to phrase it this way, but I think it’s a great illustration of categorical versus transcendental imperatives.
That is, are the records, books, and video being collected in a consumerist way or a transcendental way?
The transcendental aims at infinity, eternity, and the perpetual good; the consumerist aims at short-term gratification.
So if you’re stacking up a bunch of Dua Lipa and Pantera rare vinyls, that strikes me as consumerist… individualism in product form.
If you’re archiving and enjoying the best of black metal and Bruckner, that does not feel very consumerist to me.
I am certain there are equivalents in books as well; the best of books are worth having. Some movies strike me as essentials, like Apocalypse Now, Zodiac, and Birth of a Nation. Is it consumerist to have excellence around us?
Maybe we should extrapolate further. Movies, books, and music are basically conversations; a writer, musician, or director conveying what they have learned through pain. Is it consumerist to have quality conversations? What about to have vapid conversations?
The consumerist is the reflection of our individualism: it is what we want right now to make our egos feel comfortable, our thinking convenient, and easy answers to predominate over complex, gritty, difficult, and most of all, inscrutable nature.
If you are simply owning quality music, nothing can stop that.
If you are buying the latest trendy metal, even the most “underground” of the funderground, that’s basically buying Chinese junk on eBay and topping it with a visit to McDonald’s. Most of the stuff in our SMRs is pure commercialism.
Hope that helps!
What are you a fucking Christian? I love slop, I love fast food and some funderground stuff to balance things out from time to time. If you really wanna be transcendental, you’re just going to have accept reality, and for real this time. You like getting fucked up the ass, but you’re too afraid to admit? Then you’re not transcending, you’re playing the hypocrisy game.
It’s idiotically simple, and yet complex enough to blow out your ass. The secret to life is death, and in death you will rise, otherwise you’re going to stay a pussy forever.
Some n***** f****** discover that they “desire” and fewer tie that to possessing themselves. Death is the Magnum Opus, one’s greatest work in life, and maybe the height of desire but do not neglect the lesser works. We do not live to settle debts but as buildup to the Great Work.
In other words… when a giant Irish space-leprechaun GNAA monster thing walks the earth, then Brett will say “I told you so but you people wouldn’t listen to me! The Irish are the devil!”