2010 seems a good year for all sorts of extreme music to be - especially the death / black scene flourishes with more than pound-quality releases of bands like Vasaeleth, Encoffination Dispirit or how long no longer. Satan's Satyrs have with this direction but tend not got anything lined, but loosely in the ranks immaculate demo tape to promise the big bucks.
The two young Ziegenanbeter Claythanas and The Ghoul of Virginia have delivered with their more or less current demo is a surprisingly fresh interlude somewhere recently between classical Black Flag'scher punk Viehtreiberei, the textual realms of Witchfinder General and Pentagram and the attitude Darkthrone releases are out here fired three songs that make one's cheeks red beam with joy.
With "Lycancycler Cult" is the guys even managed a real hit, what distinguishes the occult Boys of many similar, but worse 'performed' Bands kindly. Not to mention the wonderfully musty organ sounds in the last track - worship or be a whimp!
Myspace Platter and it shot me back into the lamp: For too long I had Bill Callahan, the shy, gifted songwriter from the States ignored. When I got to know his music, he had arrived with her already in the feature pages and was known for two albums under his real name. Above-mentioned album was his latest disk, and swaying so mischievous and concise, so delicate and soft as butter in the ears, that I now considered part of the musical highlight of last year. Mr. Callahan sounded elated but not always so and laconic: The 13 years older, "The Doctor Came At Dawn" acts contrary torn almost bleak, dimly lit and internally. An album that musically right between the chairs sat and represented a turning point in his sparse until then Lo-fi sound. In the more produced it was a little musical, raufaserige strings and a distorted piano relined in a few songs, the bare sound garment, which was orchestrated painfully sparse and consisted only of an acoustic guitar and his unmistakable voice. It is unnecessary to mention how heart-rending yet elegant, it even sounds like when he mumbles his lines with low-quality baritone full amt before him. Who knows his music, knows also what a witty, sarcastic guy Bill Callahan actually. In his dark humorous lyrics he knew it even then always with the Depressive a cynical eye. ".. The water demon's eyes are pink and green, scales of silver mirror mesmerize, the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, spits bile into your eye." Dark lines, also known by the fact that he and every other board a jet could look in more sunlight and always a bit more carefree, was never seriously in the stomach.
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