Sadistic Metal Reviews: Night Stalker Edition

Metalheads should never forget how once upon a time metal was music for outsiders:

A black baseball-style cap bearing the emblem of the hard-rock group AC/DC found at the scene of Dayle Okazaki’s murder had given him that impression. That music group was known for having produced some lyrics with cultist overtones.

Reads the Los Angeles Times, “Authorities focused on AC/DC’s 1979 Highway to Hell album and its six-minute ‘Night Prowler’ cut, which says, in part, ‘What’s the noise outside your window? What’s the shadow on the blind? As you lay there naked like a body in a tomb, suspended animation as I slip into your room.'”

This both allowed us to gain a vision of this society that could not be had by a vested member, because vested means you have skin in the game and need the system to keep grinding on toward heat-death and therefore are unwilling to really rock the boat although you will be edgy because that is a marketable image, and go too far, where people decided that they were their own gods and therefore they would make music to fool tools into buying garbage, or go on a serial killing spreed.

There is only one god and it is reality. Any other gods fit within that framework if they are not Judeo-Christian hocus-pocus or Buddhist shuffling of the cards to repackage egotistical atheism as a mystical experience. Maybe the Hindus and Pagans are less stuffed with excrement than the rest, but the brutal fact, scientific and otherwise, is that we do not know what lies beyond this world, which makes the atheists just as insane as the Osteen “prosperity gospel” Baptists who want your twenty-four bucks for a video now or Jesus will hate you forever.

Serial killers hit America at a time when it was like metal in 1993. Things seemed to be peaking, since our technology was finally paying off, but we had lost direction although we kept inertia, like ballistic missiles heading in to their targets, heedless of anything but gravity. Diversity had begun its poison, the corporations rose to prominence on government dollars voted for by people who wanted anti-poverty and anti-racism programs, mass culture went into moronic hip-hop and romantic comedies where burger equalitards found love despite having no redeeming qualities, as if the world was run by a god who loved only pity for the stupid and money for the vicious.

What do you do, almost thirty years past that point, where just about everything in metal is more competent than ever before, but just as empty as a 1980s corporate job, post-9/11 politician bleat-repeating “diversity is our strength,” a BLM race riot, or a 1990s commercial where stupid people wearing acid-washed clothes find profundity in a new type of breakfast cereal? Humanity peaked, and now it is dying; everything death metal warned about has come to pass.

Only one meaningful form of rebellion exists and that is planning to rebuild Western Civilization with Western people and no middle eastern religions or Asiatic tyrannies, or even the Irish method of letting corporations run everything by buying votes with liquor and potatoes. Humanity deserves to live, and to win, but that does not mean all of us. We need to leave behind the narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths, neurotics, retards, idiots, perverts, and incompetents because they are human waste and must be purged.

Every human group builds up such human waste. Whether through naturally-occurring mutations, rampant child abuse, long-dormant genetic combinations, or some kind of mystical moral choice made (badly) by individuals, you get people who are dedicated to feeling warm fuzzies about themselves and others who are united in denying reality so that we can have selfish priggish individualism enforced by the collective via equality instead of striving for something meaningful.

This same group, by the way, took over metal. Place a teaspoon of cocoa powder in a bowl. Now, add four liters of milk. Heat and stir. Do you taste something? Yes, the chocolate is that powerful. However, you do not taste enough to ever choose this over regular milk. That is what happened to metal; our musicians and audience are scattered, since on top of the underground, people dumped a whole bunch of imitation bands and hybrids with existing soy/cuck genres in order to take advantage of this new audience of Reddit and Hot Topic idiots.

We might view human society as a genetic conflict between the capable and those who depend on civilization for survival. The capable create things, then the dependents rush in and parasitize, mutate, denature, and then consume them. The first thing the dependents do is to prohibit criticism of the incapable, as noted by noted voice Glenn Danzig:

And so we’ve got a lot of great reviews and we’ve got a lot of reviews by people who hate it. But if you look at Citizen Kane, that was panned; it’s now a classic. It was panned as overindulgent, terrible, unwatchable. Everyone has an opinion, and they’re entitled to their opinion.

People don’t understand, because everything’s so cancel-culture, woke bullshit nowadays, but you could never have the punk explosion nowadays, because of cancel culture and woke bullshit. You could never have it. It would never have happened. We’re lucky it happened when it did, because it’ll never happen again. You won’t have any of those kinds of bands ever again. Everyone’s so uptight and P.C., it’s just like, “OK, whatever.”

Once the incapable take over, actual innovation dies and is replaced by imitating the past but with the usual contrarianism and ironism applied so that everything becomes quirky, deliberately unique, odd, and purposeless. It may be that in this sterile and energyless environment nature introduces chaos agents motivated by misery, such as serial killers, to shake up the sheep by slaughtering a few dozen of them and eating their livers.

Human groups suffer from a type of entropy brought on by repetition. Something succeeds, so we stick to it, but that leaves individuals without a method of distinguishing themselves, so they revolt against logic, common sense, history, and culture in order to stand out by being different. Over time this produces a situation where people do anything but address the obvious and necessary, a.k.a. the elephant in the room, and you get a fungible uniform crowd of people refusing to do the same thing in any way but ending up as variations of known archetypes, essentially reducing complexity while increasing intricacy.

We are in this place in metal now, and we need an Ed Kemper, Richard Ramirez, Gary Ridgway, Arthur Little, Dennis Rader, or Ted Bundy to come through and start harvesting the souls of the mediocre bands, labels, and writers. Only when the scent of maceration fills the air and the roasting of human meat fills the night with crackling noises can the genre start to rebirth itself, and while this seems paradoxical, things must experience great death in order to be reborn. Metal needs a winter of eugenic murder.

As written in the presence of those who cull, we are Metaprometheans who seek to bring enlightenment to humanity in the form of a purging talon that recognizes we will never be equal and must instead form ranks by hierarchy in order to exclude the useless and parasitic:

We who take this path are metaprometheans, both those who steal fire from the gods and bring it to man, and also those who steal from man his presumption of being godlike and return that to its rightful home within the gods. We are pious and irreverent.

The original Promethean myth, echoed in both Judeo-Christian scripture and the French Revolution narrative, tells us of a fundamental ironism and rationalization by which we declare that reality is not as by every sane measure it appears to be, but merely a distraction from another purer world.

This fundamental rationalism consists of the idea that we, as humans, can invert causality by finding what we wish to believe is true and then selectively choosing aspects of reality to “prove” it, instead of looking at the whole of the facts.

Turn the cross upside down, then place it next to one that is right-side up, and throw both into the fire. We do not need “good” and “evil,” but instead a natural and logical push toward the sane, balanced, thoughtful, aspirational, aggressive, and beautiful. What we call “evil” is an adjective, not a noun, that describes the effects of stupidity upon our dreams, but to nature, these terms have no meaning. There is only adaptation and function, or a lesser degree of that, a divide between less-stupid and more-stupid.

A pursuit of sanity leaves us with the realization that mediocre metal is useless. We crave only the experience of full intensity, whether in music, art, literature, or science, that shows us the majesties and amazements of this world without becoming enmired in the human drama over personal status and emotions. Our goal is to transcend all this, which like all leaps requires finding a new goal, such as understanding the beauty of darkness and power, death and misery, as that which limits the excess of life which chokes human efforts.

From the news of the day, Epic bought Bandcamp as the music industry seeks a new model to replace CD sales:

Since our founding in 2008, we’ve been motivated by the pursuit of our mission, which is to help spread the healing power of music by building a community where artists thrive through the direct support of their fans. That simple idea has worked well, with payments to artists and labels closing in on $1 billion USD.

The problem now is that the audience does not reward good music. This needs to be rectified with tastemakers who are more geared toward quality than novelty, unlike the “influencers” (hipsters and thots) who draw your attention to every new thing that they are paid to showcase, but never focus on the eternal, which is how one sees quality. Think in terms of infinite time and you can see the valuable parts of life, but if you refuse to, you end up enmired in worthless ever-changing trends.

Speaking of that, let us look at the festival of feces rising from the review queue…

Undead – Existential Horror: this band takes the approach of early Carnage and Nihilist but mixes in just a little bit of middle period Carcass and perhaps a smidgen of Nunslaughter, using bounding punk-style versus that race into rippling tremolo verse riffs ascending but then plough back into the middle; the songs stick together and express a singular idea with each, although these ideas relate to the the theme of the band in seeing the horror within, and despite sticking to similar tempi and rhythms stand out enough to make this album a repeat listener.

Nxxses – Dark Prison: so this is “trap metal” which seems to be more trap — low-grade industrial based around the vocals like rap, with synthesized power chords serving as a kind of rhythm instrument while keyboard sounds and samples do fills that anchor layers — than metal, and is fairly enjoyable as background music but inspires nothing that the soundtrack to a show about a disabled detective who drives a dump truck to solve crimes by using a proctograph to trap suspects by their gut bacteria profile would not inspire, sort of like a faintly dark background that feels like being in an office wrestling with a trivial but detailed problem while the printer blinks PC LOAD LETTER.

Utkena – Nex Fornix: this release should go into a museum as an example of not to make music, since it combines together every cliché of the Blazebirth Hall and depressive shitty (sorry… “suicidal”) black metal era, then slides gracelessly into the emo/indie era, and as a result makes music which works in a whole lot of happy beneath the demonstratively contrarian and ragey edgy tantrumist drone with blast beats and lots of distracting activity, but this is the black metal equivalent of hip hop meaning no big plan just lots of ranting until you get to the chorus, then it goes nowhere but you should keep repeating the words like Soviet propaganda set to a Coca-Cola jingle.

Misery Path – Withered Grace: this act strikes me as more defensible than most of what graces these pages because it attempts to be a hobby metal project that aims to be simply enjoyed, and in doing so while it aims low, it expresses a sense of contentment and the songs fit together like someone designed these to enjoy jamming on them, but at the end of the night, this is not all that exciting, although I will take this ten thousand times sooner than the average insincere angsty influencer cachet-begging try-hard cult emo drone black metal project.

Spellblood – Demo: this would have been C grade local death metal back in the era and we would have all gone to the shows because after four blunts and sixteen beers time becomes chopped into discrete enough units that the lack of relationship between different riffs does not matter and you find yourself focusing almost entirely on the inertial rhythm and texture of sound, at which point something like this becomes palatable but not before and that is a lot of money in beer and weed to spend just to enjoy something that is rapidly fading into a past of irrelevance and most likely FMP/NWN style ranting while leafing through collectible Blasphemy merchandise.

Ethereal Shroud – Trisagion: it took a special kind of stupid to think that the way forward involved stepping back on composition, standardizing technique, and importing chord progressions from emo and worship music, but that is what this band and thousands of others have done in order to cater to the soft, sweaty audience rising from the basement to buy crap on Spotify that goes well with eating tendies, sucking down Adderall and Pepsi, while listening to podcasts and exploring new indie games on SteamOS.

Møl – Jord: if you play indie and emo chord progressions fast over a blastbeat and under a heavily reverbed take on what Mayhem did on its first album, you can claim to be an innovative form of black metal when really you are the same crap that all the punk bands pumped out from the late 1980s onward, and your songs are about nothing other than being an angsty sweat-pig of worldwide liberal democratic market socialism who wants a few years of token rebellion before getting Ritalin, Zoloft, and a corporate job to pay for all those therapist sessions and Funko Pops you keep in the basement. This is awful, like retarded awful music for retarded awful dishonest and soulless anal whore woodchipper bait people.

Necrotizer – Archaic Ruin: when black metal lost direction, bands stopped writing melodies and began making the equivalent of “reaction pieces” to black metal itself, adopting technique and then ad hoc modifying it so that the song was not entirely predictable, which created songs about nothing which despite great creativity expressed nothing more than a desire for the inevitable participation award in a genre that got washed out by the entrance of a larger audience who wanted the same pap as on top 40 radio but with a necro and dark aesthetic so that they could claim to be edgy for a few years before giving up and becoming the call center employees that Illuminati Judeo-Christian globalism needs.

Posthuman Abomination – Mankind Recall: standard strobing post-Suffocation blasting percussive death metal but with less of the Pantera-influenced “slam” and more of the pure chopped up churning and pounding, resulting in a listen that is not offensive but also is completely unmemorable, since there are about eight billion bands doing this style with about the same level of expression and musical enjoyment, which makes this sort of like your favorite doorknob in the basement of a jail, useful only to hold on to during anal rape.

Analepsy – Quiescence: deep album name, check, classic death metal name, check, and slightly-groove oriented percussive death metal in the Suffocation meets Immolation style complete with squeals, check; this is better than most, but still checks in as a B-grade local band, despite occasional use of melody and bass harmony to augment their riffs, since the riffs are not evocative nor do they evolve over song structures, making this one a high grade participation award but still, a participation award.

Non Est Deus – Impious: late stage black metal has a specific sound that alternates between grandeur and minor key pop music that sounds a lot like indie rock without the apologetic nerdliness, and tends to focus on a series of melodic structures borrowed from bands like Gorgoroth, but without the one thing that made black metal great, namely the evolving atmosphere that found strength in darkness and beauty in melancholy, leaving you with this Disneyland dinner theater of a caricature of a once-great genre

Malignant – Reign of Decrepitude: solid death metal that touches on tropes of the past with its own variations, has small amounts of song development but tightly integrated and mostly distinctive songs, but works in a little bit of the later percussive death metal influence to have perhaps a bit much bounce, Malignant does a credible job but like most of contemporary death metal, will probably not stay with you for more than a few weeks, sort of like American Chinese food made with turkey: in an hour you are starving.

Cognitive – Deformity: we need a word for a genre that while based in percussive blasting death metal actually consists of a core of emo wrapped in a matrix of riffs designed to distract, sort of like a carnival freakshow where the main melody repeats after an interruption for some random stuff to accompany what the clown is doing and OMFG is that an elephant, with lots of wheedly guitars and husky men barfing on microphones after climbing a flight of stairs and nearly dying.

Devil Master – Ecstasies of Never-Ending Night: cross Discharge with The Clash and you get the basics of this band which wraps itself in black metal like draping a doily over a murdered partially-cannibalized kidnapped child makes the carcass into a pleasant living room decoration, but the band goes back to the verse-chorus pop framework and throws in a little guitar-based variation on the theme, with zero evolution because this is designed for morons made stupider by garbage compressor brick weed smoked by the half pound.

Fright – Fright: as a genre dies, the mashup becomes popular where bands attempt to combine lots of random influences in order to claim they have the new absolute truth of musical coolness, but in the end, you simply compile the weaknesses of these genres like deleterious mutations in your average public school student from a divorce home fed nothing but pizza cubes and Sam’s Club generic soda, mainly because there still is no point to this except to make three-minute tracks that qualify as “songs” if you are not paying attention.

Sidus Atrum – Spiral of Life: did Putin invade the Ukraine to save us from this band? It fits within the late stage black metal format: post-rock verses, downtempo speed metal choruses, lots of spacy stuff to tie it together, and then a Game of Thrones inspired triumphal return after which everything repeats again at which point we consider the guilt that emo and depressive suicidal black metal share in ruining this genre and consider suicide just to finally hear something pure like the rush of blood from our wounds.

Kauan – Lumikuuro: when you enter the hair stylist, you notice a scent of jasmine and lemon grass as they lead you to a soft chair and bring you a cup of herbal tea, then you hear the Muzak-replacement they have going, which is music designed not to jar you or upset you because it repeats a few basic themes in different patterns without ever having any inner conflict or turmoil, even when it gets a bit loud to signal strong emotion, sort of like an emo band crossed with a drone band pretending to be metal.

Downcross – Hexapoda Triumph: black metal got stupid in the same way that late hardcore did, since the template was known and all anyone had to do was make a version of that and dress it up, so you got bands with cool intros and forgettable paint-by-numbers music, which is the case here but you have Darkthrone and Pantera riffs mixed with shoegaze and emo instead of pure late hardcore, but the same principle applies: this is a waste of your time, your energy, and your life.

Sidious – Blackest Insurrection: the new pseudo-genre of “heavy black metal” means exactly what you think, namely those old 1980s and 1970s riffs recycled into songs that like nu-black expand gently for atmosphere and go nowhere but punctuate this commute to oblivion with bouncy Motley Crue or Pantera riffs breaking up the My Bloody Valentine, Fugazi, and Foo Fighters derived nonsense, leading to circular songs that produce a general feeling which then mutates back into itself after a distraction, going nowhere faster than democracy.

Scimitar – Shadows of Man: this quasi-progressive band comes up with some soundtrack melodies and creative lead rhythm riffing that preserves tone but relies too much on the chanted vocals and syncopated offbeat rhythms to the change in phrase on the choruses, making it sound like a really bright version of Exhorder that crossed with Supuration and went to college and got nerdly, weirdly reminscent of the Descendents despite having power metal overtones and the Disney sing-song of “pirate metal” (Reddit rock) worked in, making a very listenable guitar track with irrelevant vocals and a tendency to ruin itself with too much cleverness and primitive, tribal bounce.

Regler – Regel #8 (metal): according to the band bio this project seeks to explore “musical reductionism: taking the bare elements of what constitutes a genre and decompartmentalising in what initially seems to be a pretty esoteric whole”; they mean more deconstruction and reassembly around an ambient framework, which while quirky is quite listenable if you forget expectations of metal and treat it like a noisy version of Aphex Twin. Three tracks span heavy metal, speed metal, and black metal, misinterpreting each in a creative way that allows it to become noisy background sound.

NKVD – Totalitarian Industrial Oppression: this album has so much presence it is painful to proclaim it as anything less than top notch but these songs are arguably incomplete, creating a pervasive mood of darkness with industrial percussion, metal riffs, and mostly sampled dictator vocals or period music from the WW2 and Cold War era, but then rarely taking this into more than an extended tour, showing its roots and developing a lingering sensation from the mood, but never growing that through conflict into a different place, therefore crushing the listenability over time for this otherwise highly creative work.

Demiricous – Chaotic Lethal: if you wanted someone to impose a slight bit of dark atmosphere on late 1980s speed metal from the Exodus and Destruction tradition with bits of slam metal and death metal influencing the voicing of the riffs, you might enjoy this band, but the songs achieve nothing except a strong affirmation of theme which is in the worst speed metal tradition based around vocal rhythmic hook over bouncy drumming and chanting choruses, perfect for special education study hall while you wait for the PCP to wear off.

Sacrifix – The Limit of Thrash: although these are supposed to be sadistic reviews, sometimes we find something with some appeal, like this charismatic speed metal in the early 1990s style of Slayer, Exodus, and Nuclear Assault that hammers out simple songs which drop into a type of anti-groove and then riff against it while stunting with song structure to provide and finally release some tension in an armada of drums and muted power chords, producing a listenable band if you like speed metal which I do not.

In Aphelion – Moribund: speed metal release with black metal vocals and post-metal consonant drone riffs that manage sentiment to offset the pounding verses, this band shows us where metal would have gone in 1987 had Metallica decided to pair up with Stryper and make inspirational worship music for angry bedroom armchair critics, and makes sure to include every heavy metal cliché known to humankind in one short release that is as stimulating as the US tax code read underwater by traumatic brain injury victims.

Mantar – The Modern Art Of Setting Ablaze: playing sludge at grunge tempi and working in a lot of indie rock and metal flourishes, this band make boring music with a catchy beat so that you do not notice the suck in the background until you are halfway through the album and figure what the heck keep it around and maybe it will get better, but at some point you realize its soul is angry pop music for people who will never act on their anger and that it is lowering your testosterone and IQ just by being on your hard drive.

For the Storms – The Grieving Path: why use many words to write a review when the essence is “slow metalcore with pop rock interludes for self-pity” and nothing more needs be said because everything on here you have heard before done better without the pretense and emo-style minor key chord progressions that go nowhere except into a loop of wailing at the sky because for those who like this it fails like everything in their lives and they do not understand because they are soaked in self-pity and fentanyl-adderall speedballs sucked off the bald pate of a catboy wearing a Slava Ukraina tshirt.

The True None – Interdimensional War Poetry: some people like boring music and they will like this hybrid of garage rock, grunge, and stoner doom that picks a trudging pace and wears it into the ground so that the chanted chorus can work its hook on you even though it leads nowhere and the song circles around itself without ever discovering itself or evolving, making this sonic wallpaper of the least inspiring kind, perfect for waiting rooms at funeral homes and proctologists.

Angelcide – Hunting Astral Prey: someone thought a fusion between Dimmu Borgir and Grand Belial’s Key might make a good addition to the metal world and for the most part they are correct since these songs rip through heavy metal patterns, generally verse/chorus with a couple Slayer-style introductions before riff change, then plunging into a melodic bridge for lots of bluesy soloing, without going far awry but they also fail to be anything like black metal or underground metal, which makes them seem sort of hollow at the center even though there are some quality riffs on here.

My Favourite Nemesis – Dark Room: these guys clearly studied, worked hard in school, and sweated the details at their jobs; this band is nearly perfect metalcore, driven by vocals but with enough atmosphere thanks to guitars shadowing it and percussion that is not based on interruption so much as continuity, giving this band the sense of someone driving through a city of ranting lunatics where all is doomed instead of some meaty guy eating a cheeseburger while beating a crackhead to death with a toilet plunger while behind him a chorus of prostitutes scream WEF slogans at the empty sky.

Aztlan – Revolucion: the band clearly put a lot of thought into adapting tribal® style drums and chants to heavy metal, and ended up with music driven by drums and repetitive vocals over which heavy metal riffs and leads serve not as riff but as placeholder, keeping time like drums would in rock while the tribal drums function more the way vocals would in pop music, making a songtrack for a Disney ride that is not unmusical or unpleasant but not particularly interesting either unless like rap fans you memorize the words.

Mitochondrion – Antinumerology: this early attempt to frame war metal in the context of rushing death metal like Incantation or Infester works out to be a rather two-note affair, since you get the dominant theme moving lots of air, then sound type of contrast/counterpoint theme which tends to be fragments of scalar melody slowed down until miserable emptiness is reached, at which point the war machine can speed back up to Gatling gun drums and roaring flamethrower guitars while vocals rant like a field hospital medic who huffed all the ether and wolfed down all of the Pervitin before sneaking out the back door to dismember his girlfriend and hide her organs in burn pits, but once you have heard forty seconds of this you have heard the essence of this mini-EP.

Boötes Void – C.O.L.D.: utterly symmetrical and paired to sing-song rhythms this band makes lullabyes for the kids who ignored the warning labels and drank the transmission cleaning fluid resulting in the erasure and dissolution of two-thirds of their brains, so this band kindly designed music to rock yourself to sleep in juvie to based loosely on black metal, emo, and the jingles from commercials for diapers and enemas, making music that bores anyone sane to sleep but might be good for long stays in a van down by the river.

Morbid Cruelty – Holodomor: like many South American releases, this album mixes up speed metal with raw thrash/speed like early Sodom and Necronomicon, making toe-tapping and foot-stomping music that migrates internally just enough in each song to retain interest, but requires that you like this kind of straightforward, rather bouncy music where the riff takes a backdoor to the shared rhythm between vocals and drums, even though I get sleepy like a stoner who bought a four pound pack of Twizzlers at Costco and ate it all while watching MST3K on a stolen lobby television.

Morbitory – Into the Morbitory: this band had a brainstorm, namely doing Destruction like Exodus or Pantera, and they end up with whispery death metal vocals over bouncy groove speed metal riffs in songs that fit together well with no fat on them but do not develop much either, except of course in the vocal track, which gives you the feel that like a rap album this disc serves to showcase vocals and have the riffs draw attention away so the vocals can return in power, which does not seem very metal and detracts from what could have been a strong album.

Abnormality – Fabrication of the Enemy: if you have no musical direction, get political or get religious; this is why most black metal since 1994 has overemphasized Satanism and grindcore faded out in a blur of soundalike bands that were sure capitalism was the problem with humanity, but here takes the form of a death/grind/emo crossover that on the plus side knows how to work a basic rhythm and then contrast it with layers of percussive chromatic noodling, but on the minus side still cannot make songs that both hang together and keep a theme.

Nostradamus – Vanitas Vanitatum et Omnia Vanitas: exactly what you expect from later death metal in the fast style instead of the percussive one, although it gets in lots of Cannibal Corpse style blasts, where someone stuck in keyboards at crucial points as if trying to recreate black metal despite the thudding and pounding of chromatic riffs which exist solely for rhythm, this album goes nowhere because it balances the random with the predictable and makes both of them more repetitive and also, more incoherent.

Hellmouth – Oblivion: people call this crossover because it has some metal aspects but it sounds more like late hardcore with the wimp stripped out and the structure stripped down, which works out well although it still does the NYHC standoff-on-the-basketball-court vocals that sound like drunk government employees insulting each other, showing just how much hardcore was still stuck in rock and relied on vocals, although here the songs stand out well for themselves and remind me of a faster Crowbar with more groove.

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106 thoughts on “Sadistic Metal Reviews: Night Stalker Edition”

  1. molestor says:

    Digging these long posts with article, news and SMR all in one. Very nice indeed.

    1. We have a lot of ground to cover, and in particular, a lot of bad metal to sodomize. It’s time to clear the air and get the crap labeled as such so that the good stuff has a fighting chance for once.

      1. molestor says:

        Did the second Kjeld album turn out to be a bit of a failure? Didn’t see it covered but it wasn’t a very memorable listen so I assume that’s why.

        1. I have to revisit it. Sometimes albums get shifted around for a rainy day.

  2. Doug says:

    What’s the deal with all the dark tinted windows these days? It’s not to reduce heat because a lighter tint will accomplish that plus a little innovation known as a/c (although it might make sense on large public transport vehicles). People do not want to be seen for some strange reason, and what torture it must be for them if they’re forced to ride in an untinted vehicle. Oh the horror!

    1. Interesting. The tinting seems to keep the car slightly cooler when parked, but I am not a fan of it, since being able to see the other driver and where he/she/it is looking is hugely important.

      1. Martha Stewart says:

        Not to turn this into a Seinfeld routine, but I recently encountered something similar with microwaves.

        I’m house/dog sitting for my sister and while heating something up in the middle of the night I noticed that with every touch of a button there’s a loud beeping noise. What is the point of this? It’s completely unnecessary, especially since this type of appliance is often used when others are asleep.

        I might have to look into re-heating leftovers with napalm going forward. Or attempt to disable the source of the noise and risk death as a result of unintentionally tampering with the magnetron.

        Either way it’s high stakes given that one wrong move could mean certain death, burnt tacos, and a gruesome “this is all that’s left of him” photo for an upcoming SMR article :)

        1. I have noticed this as well. Not just the beeps, but the lights. No one can exist in total darkness (like my soul) anymore because every bloody gadget has LED lights if not a @#$!&% screen. Engineers seem to think that we have a special room for each gadget where we go when we want to use the gadget, with nothing else planned for the day, then read the manual start to finish before selecting the right procedure to follow and embarking on the process of using the gadget, after which point we pray to the engineers for their wisdom and guidance.

          1. Q says:

            I’ve found my people.

            Everything now is beeping and flashing and takes forever to comply. With the older, simpler designs you only had to manually open a hatch or push a lever and press a button and that’d be all.

            With new, expensive and “high-tech” designs you end up pressing an unending combination of blippity-bloppity-bloops, navigate a useless software on an insomnia-inducing LED nightmare, listen to a humiliating jingle every time you’ve selected a setting (because HOW are you supposed to know otherwise?), turn a dial again and again and again because the system counts everything in flipping milliseconds, since the mac ‘n’ cheese leftovers from last week would be RUINED by less precision.

            It’s a microcosm of what the metaverse will be, as though we needed to be even further removed from reality.

            1. It seems like a conspiracy to fragment attention spans. This is the process of externalization: instead of finding inner direction, we rely on external influences to provoke in us a living-like sensation. That fits with a society that has no goal so must ad hoc construct an implicit goal from assorted rationalizations from methods like equality.

              1. Q says:

                “Living-Like Sensation” sounds like an excellent bonus track off Carbonized’s For the Security.

                1. Those first two Carbonized records are completely under-noticed.

            2. Nikos says:

              Get yourself a Speedmaster or other quality mechanical watch. Make a ritual of winding & setting (if necessary). I enjoy the simplicity and indifference of a tech that doesn’t behave like an audacious imposition.

              1. Yeah man but can it post my bowel movements to Twitter

        2. Your aunt's husband that loves black sabbath says:

          My microwave has an option to mute the beeps, maybe you’re just presumptuous or autistic

          1. Well look at Mr. Fancypants Microwave here! Answer yes or no, has your uncle stopped raping you nightly in a miasma of Milwaukee’s Best and cheap trash compactor weed yet?

            1. neitzschean genius in the age of quarrell says:

              No but my girlfriend’s the one who accidentally figured out the microwave so I’m probably at least half as stupid as the people who at least have something better to do than reply to my stupid comments. How’s darwin doing over there at dmu hq homie

              1. I find these everyday topics to be revelatory. The Soviet Union failed because it could not produce bread. Will the West fail because its microwaves connect to Twitter?

                1. Breaking character for the sake of goodwill says:

                  Yeah probably.

                  Pray for solar flares.

                  1. If humans are too stupid to man up and start purging the idiots, we deserve extermination.

                    We do not even need to kill the idiots, just pool them somewhere useless like Cuba and ignore their votes, protestations, and “thoughts.”

                    Either that or run them all through the chipper and have an Earth of 500m sane, intelligent, and stable people who clean their own fucking toilets, do not go to restaurants, and restore old buildings instead of tearing them down to make more condos.

                2. Amish Speculum says:

                  I tend to agree with this. I’m not a Luddite, but less can definitely be more in a lot of ways that actually matter.

                  I recently resigned from a longtime employer because they kept implementing more and more technology – which doesn’t necessary mean “made it better” – for a huge logistics operation that was working just fine as it was.

                  It began with an IT department that felt the need to earn its keep by doing “something…ANYTHING!” so they came up with an unnecessary RFID system to track everything. $150+ million later and two years behind schedule it still doesn’t work for 95% of the nationwide system. They basically created a bunch of problems in an attempt to solve ones that didn’t exist in the first place.

                  Between that and faulty laser guided measuring systems they turned a vibrant, honest, profitable and rewarding work environment into an ant farm overflowing with redundancies and make-work. The mastermind behind it all recently jumped ship and now works for Amazon. The remaining folks are too proud to admit that they were wrong, so of course they doubled down on everything and now it’s several fold worse. Go figure.

                  Final thought – It’s becoming more and more obvious that Ted Kaczynski was on to something when it comes to matters like this. Oh yeah and here’s an underrated Slayer track:


                  1. I agree with everything Kaczynski wrote but do not agree that technology is the root of the problem. We are in typical democracy decay, which itself is part of typical civilization decay. Identifying and breaking that pattern is my obsession and hobby (hey we all need them amirite amirite).

                    I wanted to dig this one up, but it took some time to find it in my ammo-decked warren, although I finally located it next to my O9A altar (I also have a Zoroastrian one).

                    Computers and Their Priests

                    First get it through your head that computers are big, expensive, fast, dumb adding-machine-typewriters.Then realize that most of the computer technicians that you’re likely to meet or hire are complicators, not simplifiers.They’re trying to make it look tough. Not easy.They’re building a mystique, a priesthood, their own mumbo-jumbo ritual to keep you from knowing what they — and you — are doing.

                    Here are some rules of thumb:

                    1. At this state of the art, keep decisions on computers at the highest level. Make sure the climate is ruthlessly hard-nosed about the practicality of every system, every program, and every report. “What are you going to do with that report?” “What would you do if you didn’t have it?” Otherwise your programmers will be writing their doctoral papers on your machines, and your managers will be drowning in ho-hum reports they’ve been conned into asking for and are ashamed to admit are of no value.
                    2. Make sure your present report system is reasonably clean and effective before you automate. Otherwise your new computer will just speed up the mess.
                    3. Rather than build your own EDP staff, hire a small, independent software company to come in, plan your computer system, and then get out. Make sure they plan every detail in advance and let them know you expect them to meet every dollar and time target. Systems are like roads. Very expensive. And no good building them until you know exactly where they’re going to wind up.
                    4. Before you hire a computer specialist, make it a condition that he spend some time in the factory and then sell your shoes to the customers. A month the first year, two weeks a year thereafter. This indignity will separate those who want to use their skills to help your company from those who just want to build their own knowhow on your payroll.
                    5. No matter what the experts say, never, never automate a manual function without a long enough period of dual operation. When in doubt discontinue the automation. And don’t stop the manual system until the non-experts in the organization think that automation is working. I’ve never known a company seriously injured by automating too slowly but there are some classic cases of companies bankrupted by computerizing prematurely.

                    — Robert Townsend, Up the Organization

                    Everything he wrote back then in the 1960s is roughly true today, but now the IT manager is the threat: he always looks for a way to expand his power so that nothing can be done without him being on board. Worse than the BOFH, the IMFH will take over the company unless beaten back, and will always make idiosyncratic, overly-complex systems so that he cannot be fired as arguably he should be.

                    1. Maury Povich says:

                      Thanks for taking the time to dig that up. It’s definitely one of those lines of reasoning that, while intuitive to anyone with a brain, is still a bit surprising to take in when it’s expressed in such a matter of fact manner.

                      I also appreciate and mostly agree that tech itself often isn’t to blame: it’s the disingenuous “we can make all your dreams come true with a gadget” spell cast by some IT teams that essentially weaponize their output and make whatever they come up with so ingrained in the operation that they essentially become an irremovable tumor.

                      It seems childish, but whenever an ops manager becomes suspicious with delays and cost overruns all IT has to do is dazzle him with a computer screen full of code. He’ll nod approvingly to avoid the embarrassment of having no idea what he was just shown. So then the company has to change everything else to accommodate what was introduced at great expense across the board – including morale.

                      Good ole fashion passive aggressive “if you don’t get it then you’re just mean and stupid!” behavior. Thankfully Silicon Valley, the left and its fat Opeth fans finally have tears of mascara running down their face now that they’re being exposed for what they are. What a world.

                    2. This explains that hilarious trope in movies where someone is “hacking” and the screen fills with scrolling equations and lines of JavaScript in green on black. It always cracks me up, especially when I recognize what they are using (in one case, the code seemed to be from a Yahoo search page). If you can baffle your managers with equations and pages of code, then this is the mysticism you want in order to seize power.

                      Tech guys come in good and evil. The good get stomped all over unless they find a management pitbull who uses them as a bullshit reducer. The evil ones are basically modern Rasputins, using tricks and illusions to sell their religion, which is that everything can be done by computer and the project will never end, since constant updates keep the IT manager as king because anyone who challenges him can be deplatformed in the next update.

      2. Doug says:

        I guess famous people might want them so their profile doesn’t wind up on yteatr’s Facetagram. For average Joe it’s likely a runaway effect where he actually does it for no other reason than to shield himself from the anonymous stares of other blacked out cars. But that theory may in fact be optimistic.

        There’s a lot to unpack on this prickly issue which is why I guess people just shrug and move on. “They’re just cars man, fucking chill out!” haha

        Enjoyed the reviews Brett, very soon a generation is going to come along and make ’88 – ’93 look like kindergarten!

        1. very soon a generation is going to come along and make ’88 – ’93 look like kindergarten!

          I hope so. We are turning a corner.

          For average Joe it’s likely a runaway effect where he actually does it for no other reason than to shield himself from the anonymous stares of other blacked out cars.

          It’s kind of a trap. You see everyone else you know doing something, so figure you’re missing out if you do not. They troll us into all sorts of crap. I think I’ve got some rollerblades around here somewhere.

          1. John Stamos says:

            Speaking of cars, I drive an ’07 simple as can be vehicle, and it actually put a smile on my dumb face to have recently discovered that older non-collector models are in demand now.

            Apparently people are finally catching on that a car with 50 airbags, 25 computer systems, pointless back-up cameras, automatic breaking, annoying warning buzzers, etc. are much more trouble than they’re worth.

            It’s all bothersome, pointless, and very expensive to fix when the electronics crap out. Even simple repairs are damn near impossible for what used to be DIY jobs in this new generation of vehicles.

            I enjoy innovation as much as the next she-male, but first and foremost let’s keep it practical.

            It is also worth noting that a very big reason for the trucker shortage in the U.S. has to do with all these “safety” gadgets. Tons of them are retiring early because they don’t want stuff like intrusive driver-facing cameras and speed governors that make passing on the freeway a giant headache them and everyone else on the road.

            1. I was thinking of this the other day when looking at new cars passing. They all look like plastic disposable objects. None of this stuff is going to work for long, nor is it necessary, even the backup cameras. We peaked in the 1990s, I suppose.

              1. Egas Moniz says:

                That could very well be the case. A well maintained manual transmission mid-90s Civic or Camry could easily reach 250,000+ miles before needing much of anything beyond basic maintenance, which could often be done on one’s own with only a little bit of know-how and basic tools.

                I’m not exactly sure how the concept of keeping things thoughtfully innovative (as opposed to pointlessly garish) but also impressively effective managed to become so cringe worthy to so many. Maybe it’s a simple matter of keeping up with the Joneses along with arbitrary government mandates sprinkled in there. Anyway:

                A perplexed engineer, staring at a wheel beside equally stumped colleagues: “I’ve got it! We’ll add corners to it!” Everyone jumps out of their chair. The sound of applause and ravenous dick sucking is deafening as a tornado of semen and confetti swirls throughout the room.

                1. Beep boop says:

                  Around here most 90s cars have either turned to dust, or fallen appart from age, wear and tear and neglect. At that point its more economical to just get a newer one filled with more plastics.
                  I’m most certain the majority of products today are created by commity, dictated by mandates. Its not like there was suddenly a need for a large number of electric cars outside of the inner cities, yet most governments jumped on the trend that by some arbitary year all new personal vehicles must be electric, infrastructure and practicality be damned.

          2. The inconvenience of urban transportation says:

            Rollerblades? Those damn things seem to shrink over the years. At least it doesn’t require batteries.

    2. The automotive industry loves you says:

      Just be glad cars still have windows to see out of, even if they have become increasingly smaller. Soon enough there will only be small small slits and/or 360 cameras for you to enjoy your surroundings with, in the name of safety of course. Manual control? Forget about it. Only predestined routes and destinations are alowed.

      1. Your digital Prius-M1A1 hybrid will take you through the diverse dystopian wasteland polluted with industrial waste to your job, where you can file TPS reports and go to meetings all day before going home for your mandatory dose of diverse ambisexual porn and corporate carb-soy food before passing out in a sea of your own fluids.

      2. Doug says:

        Yeah I was wondering if someone would call me grandpa for referring to “windows,” but the dark tint thing is still an interesting study since in some parts of town they’re relatively rare while in others (ahem) they’re 50% or better.

  3. Pro Foma existence says:

    Humanity deserves to live…

    … but does it!?

    We need to leave behind the narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths, neurotics, retards, idiots, perverts, and incompetents because they are human waste and must be purged.

    … and then there was none.

    1. I understand the sentiment, but in my view, 20-40% of humanity are pretty decent people and I would keep those. The rest can get chippered for all I care, but it doesn’t really matter because if the functional ones separate, the society they create will dwarf that of the rest who will simply convert back into hominids out of degeneration via irrelevance anyway.

      1. AAAAARGH! Bloody 2-handed chainaxe blow says:

        20-40%!? Age has a softened you Brett, I remember a time when you thought only the top 1% were worthy of life.

        1. If we take the top 1%, that’s what, 80m people? I’d rather just take the top 20% of WASPs and have our own planet somewhere. That way, we can come back to Earth and laugh at the hominids that our enlightened educated compassionate pluralists will have become. We might just laser a giant “N” on the moon so it is visible from all parts of Earth, all night, every night.

          1. The Eternal Anglo says:

            Now I know who is responsible for all the anal probing cases.

            1. When NESARA defeats GESARA, we are all getting probed. As Q says, “where we go one, we go all,” and that means to the probing compartment of the UFO.

  4. Only stadium music is real says:

    Holy fuck that was the most narcissistic, sociopathic, psychopathic, neurotic, retarded, idiotic faggotry I’ve ever read. Kill yourself like Chester Bennington, but not like Jeffrey Epstein.

    1. One thing I don't know why It doesn't even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the says:

      The clock ticks life away
      It’s so unreal
      Didn’t look out below
      Watch the time go right out the window
      Tryin’ to hold on, did-didn’t even know
      I wasted it all just to watch you go
      I kept everything inside and even though I tried
      It all fell apart
      What it meant to me will eventually
      Be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
      I tried so hard and got so far
      But in the end it doesn’t even matter
      I had to fall to lose it all
      But in the end it doesn’t even matter
      One thing, I don’t know why
      It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
      Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
      To remind myself how I tried so hard
      In spite of the way you were mockin’ me
      Acting like I was part of your property
      Remembering all the times you fought with me
      I’m surprised it got so far
      Things aren’t the way they were before
      You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
      Not that you knew me back then
      But it all comes back to me in the end
      You kept everything inside and even though I tried
      It all fell apart
      What it meant to me will eventually
      Be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
      I tried so hard and got so far
      But in the end it doesn’t even matter
      I had to fall to lose it all
      But in the end it doesn’t even matter
      I’ve put my trust in you
      Pushed as far as I can go
      For all this
      There’s only one thing you should know
      I’ve put my trust in you
      Pushed as far as I can go
      For all this
      There’s only one thing you should know
      I tried so hard and got so far
      But in the end it doesn’t even matter
      I had to fall to lose it all
      But in the end it doesn’t even matter

      1. I think that was the note my teacher intercepted in sixth grade, read aloud, and then said “puberty” dismissively and resumed teaching Prussian military history.

    2. Walter says:


  5. Unholy says:

    Hey look – It’s Kauan! Agree wholeheartedly with your review . . . This isn’t even metal, but for whatever reason it’s a favorite of the Funderground, and physical copies bring big bucks.

    I’ve got to ask, what is the DMU’s opinion of the Grateful Dead?

    1. If you catch the Dead at their finest moments, they were a not terrible jazz fusion band with a lot of rock and folk in there. But those were 5% or fewer of their moments. The rest was completely formulaic, beauty-killing mechanistic jazz technique, as if they saw into the future and witnessed Opeth and decided to turn it into a fourteen minute long tone-deaf solo.

      1. Unholy says:

        Yeah, that’s how I feel about them. Workingman’s Dead, American Beauty, and parts of Blues for Allah are good standalone albums. Their 60s stuff is awful hippy shit, and 95% of their live playing is forgettable.

        1. It’s the same with jazz. Improvisation sounds like a great idea until you hear a whole lot of it.

          1. Q says:

            Ah, jazz. The ninth circle of wasted-talent hell. Every time I decide to get into it (about twice a decade), the disappointment is immense.

            The first thirty seconds are brilliant. “Wow, this’ll be good!” I start fantasizing I’ll have months, years, even decades of great new music to discover.

            But then doubt starts creeping in.

            “Why is all this virtuosity still not going anywhere? Oh well, I’m sure it’ll start make sense any minute now. It will even seem obvious when it’s over! Haha! Hehe. Heh. Any minute now. Any … minute … n– It’s really not going anywhere. Did I accidentally press the ‘Next’ button? This is a new track, isn’t it? Silly me! This one clearly has nothing to do with the previous track, I … No, still the same track.”

            Fuck jazz.

            1. I listened to some of the classics: Monk, Coleman, Mingus, Coltrane, and Hawkins. There was a lot to like, but in the end calculus, the best in jazz were tending toward something more like progressive rock with fewer drums and more brass, since structure is more important than improvisation, which often ends up being a vocabulary of licks repeated in semi-novel orders. I like structure; it seems artistically more important, and jazz evolved toward that, at which point it reached an upper limit and fragmented. The same happened to black metal after Hvis Lyset Tar Oss.

              1. Q says:

                Burzum’s more ambient tracks on the first albums are beautiful and alive, and yet I can’t help wishing Vikernes would have chosen a different path. Ambience and layers are too close to “cheating” for my tastes. I think so much more could have been gained if he’d develop those intricate compositions from the earlier days. Sure, ambience allowed for a clearer statement, and Fenriz wouldn’t have sat down to compose TH without Vikernes’s influence (nor would the Immortal guys have made PH), but … still.

                1. At some point, every genre either evolves into something like classical, or it fades from having set its sights too low.

                  His early ambient compositions featured more leading melody and a sense of atmosphere evolving. Later ones were more circular and more of a sense of atmosphere deepening but not really gaining dimension.

                  Good point.

          2. Unholy says:

            Try Happy Trails by Quicksilver Messenger Service (preferably a 1980s CD from Capitol with the fully dynamic mastering). There is very little hippy shit I listen to, but this CD stays in my regular rotation. It has a unique, apocalyptic atmosphere.

          3. Where's the lamb sauce?! says:

            I mean, improvisation is just a problem solving process. Why would people want part of anything but the end result, the solution?

            “Here’s my new recipe. I combined every ingredient from every previous failed attempt to perfect the dish, because there’s magic in not knowing what you’re doing”. Nigga you can’t be serious.

            1. Nancy Pelosi says:

              In all fairness Trey introduced some cool improvised moments with Morbid Angel, but maybe that’s an entirely different animal – especially given that the effort largely captured the sounds of death throes as opposed to something an immaculately dressed pimp could tap his foot to at a speakeasy.

              Maybe this approach thrives when it’s embedded within otherwise meticulously structured – yet adventurous – songs. Trey making it as visceral as he did also sets it apart. Even without the blood he looks possessed.


              1. The Autistic Ones says:

                Trey-Trey is a special case.

  6. Nostradamus is apparently gay says:

    If want to have a good laugh and really shit all over something, listen to Sic Itur Ad Astra by Nostradamus.

  7. T Malm says:

    Hey Brett, ever listen to any Japcore (don’t call it Japanese hardcore)?

    Also, when’s that new Fourth Monarchy album coming out?

    Also also, while Dead Infection doesn’t cap off the genre like Pathologist, I think A Chapter of Accidents is worthy of mention in the review section.

    1. I agree on Dead Infection. I think this band got slaughtered by its own production. They won the volume wars however.

      Will check on Fourth Monarchy. I hadn’t see anything.

      Japanese hardcore? Now I have to call it that. What’s worth hearing? Most Japanese bands strike me as perfecting what imperfection made perfect.

      1. Sammi says:

        Brett, For Japcore, check out the third Gauze LP from ’97, 面を洗って出直して来い:

      2. T Malm says:

        As far as Japcore goes, GISM is all I can really think of.

        I was just wondering if you had any interest as I was listening to Human Gas and I know you enjoyed the UK stuff.

        1. Napalm Death ripped off SOB says:

          Interestingly enough all the good japcore bands start with the letter G and/or incorporate metal elements.

        2. Always. Who doesn’t like the rare good hardcore band? Like metal, when they are good they are excellent, but the other 99.9% are forgettable even if not bad.

          1. csacwp says:

            Brett, when are we going to get reviews of Die Kreuzen’s albums? They are long overdue.

            1. I have to revisit those.

    2. Neil Jung says:

      The only really interesting japanese punk band is Boredoms

      1. Which was the one that inspired Brutal Truth on Need To Control?

        1. Neil Jung says:

          Funny you should ask, because there’s a cool story behind that album, and we may actually have the Japanese to thank for it. After a long day of rescuing stray dogs from Coney Island, the band took them back to their rehearsal space and fed them sushi found in a dumpster, and the ensuing mass ass-scooting on the rug was unintentionally caught on 4 track after the band had recorded their own British radio talk show and forgotten to turn it off. After the discovery, they tried feeding the dogs all manner of thrown out food they could get their hands on, and often left their instruments and even their clothing lying on the floor. The results of this experimentation would inform most of the material on Need To Control, and all of their subsequent work as well.

  8. Jizzy B says:

    You guys are wasting too much time on petty/pedantic/autistic bullshit that nobody gives a damn about, and will not make a difference in the long run.

    Do lots drugs and/or become an alcoholic, and you’ll get a whole lot more out of life. It’s the rockstar way to go.

    1. Straight Edge Means I Am Better Than You says:

      Phil Collen, Ted Nugent, Gene Simmons, Dick Dale, Chuck Berry (ultimate rockstars) are teetotalers

      1. Death by dick says:

        So every good showman with no lasting value as a listening experience

      2. Warkvlt is High IQ Music says:

        (((Gene Simmons))) lol. You could have said Varg Vik, he claimed to have never used drugs either – but the track “Inn I Slottet Fra Drømmen” is, in my opinion, almost even more powerful than Meth + PCP combo. What is the “Key To The Gate” if not Methamphetamine? Disclaimer: be careful with drugs, as with all things.

        1. All great music, books, art, etc. are like drugs without the physical effects. An intensification of life.

    2. that nobody gives a damn about

      It’s not clear that this is true.

  9. frozenlake says:

    We need to leave behind the narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths, neurotics, retards, idiots, perverts, and incompetents because they are human waste and must be purged.


    What are you fucks still doing here?

    1. George says:

      Okay man

    2. mr handsome says:

      Getting drunk listening to infectious grooves and checking out this weird website I kinda like, what are YOU doing

  10. Jared Kush says:

    “Buddhist shuffling of the cards to repackage egotistical atheism as a mystical experience.”

    What kind of brain damaged, sub 70 IQ take is this? Read a goddamn book.

    1. Jared Kush says:

      To elaborate, Buddhism is not egotistical, atheistic, or a repackaging of anything. In fact, nearly everything deeper than “worship this god to get stuff” in Hinduism is jist a poorly understood ripoff of older and deeper practices established by Buddhism. Seriousky, read a fucking book and learn to stfu about things that you know nothing about. Fucking retarded

      1. In fact, nearly everything deeper than “worship this god to get stuff” in Hinduism is jist a poorly understood ripoff of older and deeper practices established by Buddhism.

        In my view, there was a proto-Indo-European faith long before that. Probably resembled today’s New Thought.

        1. Burt Steezin says:

          See how I completely evaded your main point there?

          1. I dunno if any such thing can be done. All of these subpoints are so enmeshed that the analysis returns to its center.

      2. Seaman says:

        Look at this here faggot. Too pussy to believe in God or gods, hanging on to the atheistic safe space Buddhism provides hipsters like you. Well, fuckk off. I like my gods by the thousands, one for each day of the week for the rest of my life. Buddhism is joyless, life-denying, navel-gazing negationism. Hindu beliefs are life-affirming. What you call simplistic wish-fulfillment is in fact concentrating ones desires on an object of worship while staying within the framework of dharma which by conjunction guarantees righteous conduct in the achievement of said desires.

        1. All hedonism leads to prolapse + AIDS says:

          Buddhism almost sounds like the perfect religion, that is if religions weren’t fucking gay, especially the mass market ones.

          1. It is the rainbow of warm human feelings, cascading down our legs, pooling in our shoes — wait a second, this isn’t spirituality; it’s urine.

            God Damn It.

        2. how insightful says:

          both of you are such faggots that I think youve turned me gay

        3. Hindu beliefs are life-affirming.

          I tend to agree. There’s some of this in Buddhism too. Buddhism:Hinduism::Christianity:Judaism.

  11. Warkvlt is High IQ Music says:

    “Utkena – Nex Fornix”

    Is this a clever word play on Sewer’s “Uruktena” opus ? Utkena… Uktena.. Uruktena.. ? The snake in Cherokee folklore ? Or am I missing something ? They play DSBM, though, so I don’t know what to think about it.

    Sometimes, I think the writers on this site put MORE effort into their reviews than the bands actually put into producing their “music”. Weird, funny and kind of sad at the same time (for the genre).

    “we need a word for a genre that while based in percussive blasting death metal actually consists of a core of emo wrapped in a matrix of riffs designed to distract”

    We have “Wataincore” for the black metal version. The closest “death metal equivalent” I can think of is Waking the Cadaver but they don’t make for a catchy name :(

    1. “Wokecore” for the Waking the Cadaver material?

      I kind of like reducing it further to “taincore” for the Watain-inspired droning melodic pop-rock.

      1. Prolapzed Proctological Promotionz says:

        Taincore? Taintcore!?

        1. Taintcore. Perfect.

  12. You WILL be fucked in the ASS and DIE of AIDS says:

    I’d take the half recommended South American band and dump the rest of this shit in the trash. I do remember Mitochondrion being one of the original boring cave death metal bands of the late 08s people started finger fucking their own assholes to then forcing dirty sanchez as if it warranted thanks. I did enjoy the Vomit Spell recommendation and I’d recommend back Horripilant – Embrace The Obsession

  13. Flying Kites says:

    I can’t recall how listening to Indoctrine’s Blood Revolt lead to NKVD’s Totalitarian Industrial Oppression, yet the pairing make for a possible development into a genre making NKVD more interesting.

  14. Flying Kites says:

    The lyrics have been added to each song. Those Texans have been studying their O9A manuals, either that, or Julius Evola. I hadn’t realized alchemy was such a fabulous tool to scry ancient languages until opening a dictionary, originally kept in Venice, Italy, into the originally written Armenian.

    1. Those Texans have been studying their O9A manuals, either that, or Julius Evola.

      Let us hope both, and maybe Eckhart and Nietzsche.

      1. foofoo says:

        That VK guy from Vassafor is an 09A dude, mundanes just don’t understand nefarious hard drives.

        1. Victim of Self-Abuse (Masterbator of the Highest Order) says:

          Tell me more about this ONAnism.

          1. Flying Kites says:

            Sinister, numinous, Sinisterly-Numinous. Very mystical. A guy psuedonymous Anton Long. The Star Game created by David Myatt.

            Wish I had more, but to be honest I am not into mysticism. Guess it appeals to women.

            Oh, and a fantastic essay, “Concerning Culling as Art.” Page 418.

            1. Karlheinz Stockhausen says:

              I already knew this.

            2. The O9A considers culling a sacrament. I guess my version of culling would be placing a couple hundred million people on boats back to their homelands, and sticking the insane, criminal, and sociopaths into asylums.

              1. Flying Kites says:

                Many humans still do, more or less use sacrifice for a spiritual purpose. Western democracy thought it’d be a compromise to spend your entire waking life serving socialism.

                1. That was why Bill White’s old riff on Moloch stayed true to us. Our religion is the worker, the science, and humanism, and we must sacrifice all man, gods, and nature to it. A slow Viking funeral for hope, decency, sanity, strength, wisdom, and nobility (lack of manipulative instincts).

        2. Nefarious hard drives… is Seagate still around?

          1. The Gayts ov Hell says:

            Nefarious hard drives and satanik operating systems.

            1. Not to mention Luciferian coprocessors

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