Back in November of 2007, the North West UK was treated to two festivals on the same weekend - ‘Damnation’ and ‘Gekfest’. While both catered to a metal audience, ‘Gekfest’ was unarguably the more underground, more extreme festival, appealing to a more niche audience than the fairly mainstream Damnation. In-line with the extreme nature of Gekfest, the flier’s slogan stated ‘No frills, no faggotry’, an obvious jab at the watered-down scenecore / pussy bands which plague the modern live metal scene, and nothing more than that.

Deathmike took the opportunity to report Gekfest to Greater Manchester Police as a ‘hate crime’, as a result of the festival’s slogan. This was done as a result of a personal vendetta between Damnation organisers (whom Deathmike is closely affiliated with) and Paul, the organiser of Gekfest, and not as a result of any valiant crusade against homophobia, which is how the meddling parties are now trying to paint the picture.

As a result of these (and similar) actions by Deathmike and his Damnation cohorts, Negura Bunget, the Gekfest headliner, were told that they were not allowed to play, making Manchester the only city skipped on their tour and ensuring that lots of Negura fans (myself included) didn’t get to see one of their favourite bands.

I know full well that Deathmike did not report the gig because of a crusade against intolerance. He did it for shits and giggles, to stir up drama, and to get his own back at Paul, who he felt had insulted Damnation by (quite rightly) pointing out that it is the more commercial of the two events.

So, yeah. Deathmike’s removed from the authors and won’t be contributing to Metal Jerks any more. I’ll leave his reviews up because I’m never a fan of destroying creative works, even when made by vindictive people with disagreeable opinions.

Fuck you, Deathmike.

Manilla Road at Myspace

Manilla Road’s latest release, Voyager, is a decent effort, if not quite up to the level of some of the band’s previous work. Mark Shelton’s voice isn’t what it used to be; while his nasal delivery was somewhat hard to get into before, I enjoyed it because it sounded like the Monarch from Venture Bros. was fronting a metal band. Now, he just sounds middle-aged and tired, and makes some truly pathetic attempts at death growls. Fortunately, though, his songwriting skill and guitar playing have not deteriorated one iota.

I didn’t like Voyager’s lyrics as much as those of earlier Manilla Road albums; it’s a concept album, and the story’s some silly stuff about Vikings conquering South America or something along those lines. I greatly preferred the more diverse approach used on earlier Manilla Road albums. There’s a surprising amount of acoustic material here; a few tracks have no electric guitar at all, which is a nice change of pace. I also liked the organ intro to the song “Blood Eagle”. The rhythm section doesn’t  really distinguish itself well on this record; the drums sound a bit clanky and the bass is nearly inaudible.

If you’re new to Manilla Road, this album isn’t the place to start; however, that doesn’t mean that it’s bad; it’s just a bit different from the rest of the band’s catalog. You’d probably be better off starting with the band’s 80s material.

Tyrant at myspace

Welcome to the early 1980’s as Tyrant (not to be confused with the band who would eventually evolve into The Legion) take us on a magical mystery tour through the best that Black/Thrash has to offer. Taking influence from Bathory, Venom, Motorhead, Darkthrone and Celtic Frost, “Reclaim the Flame” has a melodic groove; not melodic in a Gothenburg way, but melodic in a drunken singalong to “Ace of Spades” or “Black Metal” sort of way. The riffs and melodies get stuck in your head with minimal effort and you can’t help but sing along to mid paced thumpers like “Uprise”.

Like a lot of Black Metal inspired releases, the production isn’t pristine which is a godsend as this album wouldn’t be half as entertaining if it had the same productions as say the new Satyricon album. The grimy and deep guitar tone gives Tyrant the sort of guitar sound that Venom or Hellhammer would have killed for 25 years ago. This is a pretty big claim to make on the strength of a debut album, but I feel Tyrant may proves themselves over their discography in years to come to be the band that Darkthrone now want to be but seemingly aren’t able to be. Not the Darkthrone of lore, but the Darkthrone of “The Cult of Alive” and the following albums. Whereas “The Cult of Alive” was tedious after several listens, “Reclaim the Flame” is a captivating piece of singalong thrash/black metal. Hopefully Tyrant can keep this quality going for the rest of their careers, as “Reclaim the Flame” is a stellar debut.

Hyades at myspace

Italians Hyades are another band who are bringing the thrash back to the metal scene. The first comparisons on the looking at the cover art and track listing would be Anthrax and Municipal Waste, with the irreverent Ed Repka artwork and track titles such as “wops still thrash” (yes the song is actually called that!) giving the impression this is non-serious party thrash like the aforementioned bands and Bonded by Blood and Gama Bomb as opposed to the ultra serious style of thrash of say Evile and Warbringer.

The first impressions prove true with “the worst is yet to come” being a perfect record to use the ole proverbial beer bong to. There are some serious songs such as the anti-Bush anthem “Buried in Blood”, but songs such as “Skate Addiction” which validate my initial thoughts on the record but even the serious songs such as “Pharmageddon” and “New World War” give Municipal Waste a run for their money in the fun thrash stakes in overall atmosphere.

Talking of which, Marco Colombo has a similar Surfer drawl as Municipal Waste frontman Tony Foresta albeit with a strong Italian twang which adds a great deal of character to the proceedings though it is hard to work out the lyrics (as if that matters with a vocal delivery and riffs like these!). As a vocalist he seems to have a bit more versatility than Foresta though it only used sparingly as not to spoil the overall “stoner dude” effect.

The music does owe a debt to the Bermuda short wearing ones along with Bay Area overtones. This is beefed up good time thrash just as good to listen to at 2am whilst eating takeout food and playing Xbox 360 games to as headbanging. This my friends, is my soundtrack to hanging out next summer, and who could want more than “the worst is yet to come”. As the band themselves say in “Wops still thrash”; “This album kicks ass”

Violator at myspace

Originally released on Kill Again records in 2006, “Chemical Assault” was reissued by Earache records in Europe in 2008, this debut album from Originally released on Kill Again records in 2006, “Chemical Assault” was reissued by Earache records in Europe in 2008, this debut album from Brasília based thrash act Violator is 80’s sounding in more way than one. The guitar tone and overall recording quality are nearer to the conditions of Destruction and Exodus recording particularly in the guitar tone than say Evile or Gama Bomb. This is both immersive as one can really imagine just for a second that this is a long lost record from 1987 and distracting as the cymbals and hi hats in particular sound too distant and muffled. Whether this was an attempt to get back to the vintage age of thrash in a similar fashion to Witchcraft trying to capture the the feel of 70’s metal or out of necessity due to lack of funds is uncertain.

The music itself mixes Teutonic and bay area elements together to create a sound that might be described as a slightly blackened and a lot less melodic Bonded by Blood era Exodus. This is not a pretty album, it is about raging riffs at fast tempo’s and blistering solo’s rather than beauty. This about war, destruction and thrash; this ain’t a fucking Armored Saint record if you get what I’m saying. Bassist/Vocalist Pedro Arcanjo Has a high pitched stratchy vox similar to the early style of Kreator vocalist Milie Petrozza which greatly adds to the vibe of the record. This a nice piece of retro style thrash and is worth any thrash fan checking out.
based thrash act Violator is 80’s sounding in more way than one. The guitar tone and overall recording quality are nearer to the conditions of Destruction and Exodus recording particularly in the guitar tone than say Evile or Gama Bomb. This is both immersive as one can really imagine just for a second that this is a long lost record from 1987 and distracting as the cymbals and hi hats in particular sound too distant and muffled. Whether this was an attempt to get back to the vintage age of thrash in a similar fashion to Witchcraft trying to capture the the feel of 70’s metal or out of necessity due to lack of funds is uncertain.

The music itself mixes Teutonic and bay area elements together to create a sound that might be described as a slightly blackened and a lot less melodic Bonded by Blood era Exodus. This is not a pretty album, it is about raging riffs at fast tempo’s and blistering solo’s rather than beauty. This about war, destruction and thrash; this ain’t a fucking Armored Saint record if you get what I’m saying. Bassist/Vocalist Pedro Arcanjo Has a high pitched stratchy vox similar to the early style of Kreator vocalist Milie Petrozza which greatly adds to the vibe of the record. This a nice piece of retro style thrash and is worth any thrash fan checking out.

Villains play mid 80’s esque death metal with plenty of influence from the first wave of black metal that sounds like it came straight from a teenager’s basement in 1980’s. I can almost picture it now, the poodle haircuts, the homemade Venom T shirts and the disused ALF merchandise in a corner and that Villains can summon up that vibe as a modern day band is pretty impressive indeed. Yes this hits the spot just right, very primitive nasty stuff; so primitive it would be rejected by the inhabitants of the Stone Age for being too backwards and basic.

This of course is a good thing as with all the technicality and modernity around extreme metal at the moment it’s could to have some bands all about blasting back to the past. At 28 minutes it’s just the right length and if you want a record to knock back the brews to, then well there’s fewer better candidates than “Drenched in the Poisons”.

Katalepsy at myspace

If a bunch of sissy hardcore boys make a facsimile of death metal with breakdowns and shitty gimmick vocals then it is deathcore and thus bad but if a bunch of guys singing about gore and death and whatever with long hair do the same its “slam death metal” apparently. One is the bane of extreme metal and the other is a perfectly acceptable evolution of Death Metal despite both sounding the same. As it turns out Katalepsy aren’t a bunch of pale skinny mid-western white boys with stretched ear lobes and Atticus hoodies, but a bunch of tough as nails Russian dudes.  They might as well be the former as that’s the music they make though.

I have nothing against mixing Hardcore with Death Metal when it is done with the imagination, innovation and an eye to detail that all good music is made with, let’s be honest the shit to good ratio in Deathcore is pretty high. The breakdowns on “Musick Brings Injuries” are more On Broken Wings than Obituary and the Death Metal segments are more repetitive than you would find in Bona Fide Death Metal seeming to sound like a  Down syndrome version of Mortician. There’s conveniently a Mortician cover on this album along with a hilarious Deathcore version of “Symphony of Destruction”. That means that a quarter of the time on this album is other peoples material and its better constructed than Katalepsys original tracks, which being one of the artists in question is Mortician is really saying something.

The thing that really sucks though is the vocals. What these knuckleheads want to be is more “extreme” than anyone else. They can’t play faster, heavier or more technically than anyone else, so they make the vocals more “extreme” which in this case means making them sound like a cross between a pig and a cricket and never singing in time once. Not in an endearing Paul Baloff way but in can’t go more than 5 seconds before going out of sync with the musicians. It seems that since your average deathco…. Oops I mean Slam Death musician can’t play better than anyone else that have to make the vocalist make as many silly ill fitting sounds as possible to be the most “BROOTAL”.

At the end of the day this variety of metal as exhibited by Katalepsy and their much more musically proficient but still vocally untalented forefathers Devourment has as much influence over the overall death metal scene as Velvet Caccoon or Les Legions Noire had over the Black Metal scene; a lot of dweebs on the internet talking about it, but nothing really happening. If all these “XSLAMXDEATHX” bands sound like Katalepsy, then that’s certainly a very good thing indeed.

Porkfarm at myspace

Playing a style of Death Metal very similar to Dying Fetus, Brain Drill, Necrophagist, and Beneath the Massacre, Young English Death Metal act Porkfarm display an apt control over both the brutal and technical sides of the genre. They keep the technical wizardly and the “slam” side of their sound under control displaying in where the song progresses to a point where either of them is needed but not veering off into either direction willy-nilly and it is this disciplined approach that gives this six song EP an air of supreme professionally.

At Nineteen minutes this release makes you demand more. Along with the Tech-Death and Slam influences some of the songs such as “Suffer” and “Torn Apart” have some old school influences such as vintage Morbid Angel and Deicide, and with many new bands falling into the deathcore/wigger slam trap its great to see a new band making death metal how its supposed to be made. Definitely one to watch in the future

Gnaw Their Tongues at Myspace

“An Epiphanic Vomiting of Blood” is a horrific album but in the best possible way. Mixing Doom Drone, Black Metal, Industrial, Noise and Ambient influences to make what is a very good contender for most disturbing album of the year. This Dutch one man project is often classed as Black Metal and whilst that is definitely an influence , especially with the sporadic vocals that description is definitely too limited to explain the deal with Gnaw Their Tongues.

Taking Sunn 0))) or Earth’s most depressing and primitive moments as a blueprints, Gnaw Their tongues add in harsh and aurally disfigured white noise, the aforementioned black metal vocals, an echoing malevolent string section, additional creepy keyboards, haunting slowly precise but organic drums and samples from various televised court cases, real crime TV shows and horror films to create what could be described as Jason Vorhee’s favourite chillout record.

Not that you could ever relax to this record with its claustrophobic oppressive ambience aided by the menacing strings that swirl in and out of aural focus like glimpses of something in the corner of your eye which seems to be always present but you can never quite focus on. The chilling verbal sample of a lawyer grilling a gentlemen who took it upon himself to tie up and murder a family one by one in “Teeth That Leer Like Open Graves” which what is presumably an extract from an American televised court case would creepy enough by itself but under a barrage of hypnotic low pitched guitar lines and some threatening electronic babbling its absolutely terrifying.

Along the way the album adds what appears to be a choir of witches, samples from a number station and what I think may be (it was a bit low in the mix to definitively ID) extracts from the “Wearside Jack” tape. This is the sound of human misery and depravity entwined in a sordid trawl through the dark side of popular culture. This is some fucked up shit my friends and although you won’t listen to it all the time, its worth it for the few times you do.

Jaldaboath at Myspace

When I heard that Jaldaboath (real name James Fogarty) was recording a solo EP, I was anxious to hear the results. He was a founding member of one of my favorite metal bands, The Meads of Asphodel. However, when I actually got around to hearing this EP, it turned out to be a terrible pile of hoary “medieval” cliches.

Things actually start off fairly well, with a brief intro track leading into “Bring Me the Head of Metatron.” Folk metal has never been one of my favorite subgenres, but this opening track isn’t bad at all. However, things take a turn for the worse for the next three tracks, which use cheesy synthesized “medieval” instruments and have terrible lyrics that not even a Monty Python sketch would touch.  The final track, “Da Vinci’s Code,” isn’t quite as bad as what preceded it, but it’s too late to save the EP. What I loved about the Meads was that they were always going off in different directions; not all of their experiments worked, but they were always interesting. None of that experimentation is in evidence here; it’s just cliche after cliche after cliche.

Now, I don’t hate silliness in metal. I love many bands I find to be incredibly silly; I find the anti-Christian sentiments of many bands to be hilarious, and the macho posturing of bands like Manowar sends me into conniptions. But Hark the Herald is just played too straight for me to get any laughs out of it.  If it’s meant seriously, it’s terrible. If it’s meant as a joke, it’s not funny. This is one of the most disappointing releases of 2008 in my opinion.