Red Hot Thumbtack In The Eye

Where's that big thread that IDRM designed to stomp the feebs?

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To follow up on this. After several listens, this album has very little replay value unless you want something different to hear every few months. Nothing sticks around as meaningful in the long run. It's purpose is likely best served as being background noise to a party/small gathering, or driving with a car load of people on the way to a show.

Rocky Mountain Hydrogrind madness tamed and tinkered with by the almighty hand of Relapse records and their current influence over the entire universe of Metal. Production: When someone signs you and pays for your weed and van gas, you can count on good studio sound. In this case, the sound is representative of all instruments while allowing room to roam both up and down the fret board on guitar and bass without losing any note range. Review: Coming out at a time when their labelmates Neurosis and Mastodon release highly influential slabs of what can be called Hydro Metal, Cephalic Carnage use their immense collective musical ability create a similar accelerated evolution in music, this time with Grindcore as their starting point. The main effect here is a fast maturing process of songwriting that leaves behind the sub one minute shock effect blast songs in favour of musical development and extension of ideas to their logical conclusion. The first noticeable victim of this ®evolution is out of left field mathematical riff and drum play of previous output that created a sense of real tension and need, replaced by known options that sadly look like a band settling on what they know will please the listener in the immediate time. This is not to say that the band has nothing up their sleeve to suprise and engage the listener. Quite the opposite in fact. This album shows that the band has the ability to craft an entire album of material that doesn't rely on near interlude levels of wild noise breaks between 'proper' songs, even after 12 years of touring and writing. Riffs that seem to flatten the texture of guitar strings with their wild scaling friction are all but forgotten on this release in favour of more chord and lead play that pushes the tasteful drum and bass along with a sense of musical knowing that shows the band to be more than a one trick grind attack. Regardless of how questionable or not the motivation is behind the change in writing style on this album, it's an easy to make conession that each part fits with the others, no matter if they play blasting grind, slow doom/ death, or Rock N Roll. Vocals are the big unexpected treat of this record, with Lenzig Leal showing strong range of attack, without relying on any one extreme or the other. Straight up open throat death croak and mid range growl dominate the proceedings with precious little (thankfully) cuffed mic gurgling and an oddly convincing rock n roll gravel croon even coming out, show that the vocalist has a decent sense of what can go where, even during playful indulgences on the album that are there for pure fun and ultimate live participation. The real struggle for listeners of this album(those that know the previous output) is not whether this is a death metal album that pushes the boundaries, or even if it's a good album within the genre, it's the timing of the release. Where Mastodon followed Neurosis, it seems that Cephalic Carnage is following Mastodon, creating a three headed face to the new Relapse records sound that is bound to envelope the scene once people see the commercial success of these bands in a sense of extreme metal money. An enjoyable release which I won't dictate the ultimate worth of in the eternal sense. Undoubtedly, this is the sellout Cephalic Carnage album, but they still managed to create something that is worth attention.

1 week drug free. Flip the script.

wont let me enter the code on lvl 4 so I'm quitting this.

Clearly goes down second. ^

I promise guys, CronoT would be the first to fall...

Easy fix for your local burnout who runs a general music equip shop.

I get the wine running first mission thing, and it expects me to run 2 bottles across country 50 times? Fuck that noise.

It was once a bastion of the elite, for a privileged few. If you knew, you knew, otherwise forget about it. The secret handshake, the hooded cape, the long hair, the cross and the torch were all part of the attire. In groups they set out to burn, to destroy, to annihilate that, which was wrong for some 2000 years, and to create a new order; their methods extreme, but desperate times call for desperate measures. They were looked down upon, ‘that’ group in which no one wanted to be, some said. And how ‘some’ were wrong… Somewhere down the line someone realised that, wait — this could be a money spinning venture — brain-dead teens with lots of free time and money are a prized catch indeed. It’s like the town slut, if you don’t, then someone else will, then why not you? But wait. Some things had to be cleared up first. Grishnackh? Check. Burning church? Check. The cross? Keep the cross, looks cool, man! Remove all the checked items; add some naked girls, garish make-up, and gore, finally garnish with brain-numbing special effects; and voila we have some pseudo-blasphemic gruel that we’re gonna force down the throat of pimply teenagers worldwide, while slyly becoming millionaires. The corporate world is so intelligent, ain’t it? It was the mid-nineties; the Bay Area brigade had run out of steam, David Coverdale and Vince Neil were content to live off the royalty cheques, everybody knew Schuldiner would never make it big, Halford turned out to be gay and the grunge bubble had just burst following the death of Mr Cobain. The ‘big three’ realised that a new revolution had to be created (sorry to break your bubble Ms Naïveté, revolutions in music are manufactured, they do not ‘occur’). Someone was required who could con millions of fools to part with their dad’s hard earned money by buying a worthless piece of plastic disc, that was as intelligent as the ones buying it. Enter an unlikely hero. Four-and-a-half feet tall Daniel Davey from scummy Ipswich, turned out to be some kind of a savage messiah to the millions of imbeciles, who, till this day, hang on to Dani’s every word, the same way they did with Cobain (but that’s another story) and indeed will do for many to come. And amidst the in-store signings, million dollar budget videos and the gazillion-piece orchestras, the simplistic and sparse articulations of say a Varg Vikerns, Ihashn or Tom Warrior was lost. As blasphemous as it may seem, I do admire Dani, for he is a man with remarkable intelligence. We all know that sex has been used to sell everything from submarine sandwiches to nuclear submarines, but bringing in sex to sell, of all things, black metal? Sheer stroke of genius, I must say. By making videos that seem to be a recording of a perverted 13 year old’s wet dream, much like our sleazy remix videos, Cradle of Filth have ensured that the core CD-buying demographic, i.e. the white suburban male teen, would be able to satisfy his ‘basic’ need of porn and music at the same time, hence buying that rare limited edition re-issue digipack of all of Cradle’s uncensored videos did make a lot of sense. (Business sense, that is.) So that takes us to the root question — what is the Cradle Effect? Well to put it simply it’s the mainstream-isation of extreme metal. It’s about how screeching vocals and a good advertising campaign added to a bastardised form of ‘80s glam can become a mass assembly-line product that everyone will like instantly. And it is not restricted to one band / genre alone, as very soon everybody realised that increasing pop-rock elements in one’s music was the holy grail of achieving mult-platinum success; a feat no extreme band had been able to achieve till then. The Cradle Effect is how everybody from that lonely compulsive masturbator down the street to the Lincoln Biscuit fan next door have jumped onto the black metal bandwagon to proudly exclaim “Yippitee yee aie yo, look ma, an inverted cross.” The Cradle Effect is how they have been able to convince the world that black metal is for everyone, as it is just music; and about having a good time in a S&M club; there is no ideology or belief system involved anywhere. It’s about how you can call yourself a black metal fan even if the words ‘Hys Lvsett Tar Oss’ or ‘Aske’ do not mean anything to you. But most importantly, it’s about destroying the one thing that made black metal different from hundreds of similar sounding myriad genres of rock; elitism. It was once special because it was not for everyone, and once that thing was destroyed, so was the genre itself. Not that this bastardisation is confined to one band / genre; the disease has spread to other genres as well. As soon as it became crystal clear that money can be made from extreme metal, everybody from post-’Stormblåst’ [1996] Dimmu Borgir to later day Amorphis created albums that are nothing but watered-down versions of what they sounded like when they had some integrity. Although it must be said that at least Dimmu are listenable, but Amorphis never made another album which sounded like ‘Tales From the Thousand Lakes’ [1994] (my personal favourite) and for this reason they should not be forgiven. Also, growling vocals have been completely deleted from the Amorphis stable. But far worse is the case of Theatre of tragedy, whose music went from being erotic, melodic Goth to some kind of DJ produced sonic nightmare, so bad are they now that I shudder to even say that I once liked them. Later day Slayer could well be called ‘Slower’ and Metallica — well, that’s just nu-metal now-a-days. So is CoF responsible for the degeneration of the entire extreme metal scene? No, but they were one of the first ‘extreme’ metal acts to become mainstream commercial acts, and pioneered the excessive merchandising and commercialisation of black-metal, the same way KISS did to heavy metal years ago; and hence can be a used as a metaphor for al that has gone wrong. The conclusion is quite simple — you can make lots of money out of metal, provided you strip the very ideologies that are inherent to the genre; and are able to create a ‘product’ that looks like metal, but is nothing more than pop cloaked as metal. So contact them remix video girls, dress them in leather and chains, make a ‘black metal’ video, t-shirts, mugs, caps etc, and yeah if you have some time left then make some music too. Don’t know to play the guitar? No problemo, Fruity Loops v3.0 will do that for you. Can’t sing? Then Sound Forge v7.0 is just waiting for you. Yeah, don’t forget to get a good hair-dresser, PR agent and an image consultant. There is a fortune waiting for you out there, but you are still wasting hours practising them Emperor chords. Silly you. By Pratik Kamat http://www.infinitymag.com/webzine/130/the-cradle-effect

When comparing the effect of Kiss on parents, and people who didn't 'get it', they were plenty Metal. The aesthetic and effect they had would, in my opinion, put them in the Metal category. Thusly, it's correct when said that they invented/perfected the commercialization process. In the 60's, De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas, or In The Nightside Eclipse or Det Som Engang Var would probably have moved governments to prepare their armies... Old Man's Child couldn't be considered worthwhile Black Metal because they weren't...true, and there were bands out there with far greater skill at the Power Black Metal/Black Iron Maiden type of melodic synthesis. Dissection's Storm Of The Light's Bane and The Somberlain.

Go to the front page of the forum, and press Alt+F4

Hit the back button, boys and girls. Go check out Micah's blog thread or something.

Personally, I can deal(as an intelligent person) with overblown alerts and all this because I can generally pick out reality from fiction with the help of a little research and logic. Trying to alert most people about these issues is generally a lost cause, so a more focused system of giving out the info would be nice. Better to be blasted with a lot of it, and pick through it properly, then have it all blow up under our noses. Better safe than sorry? For those of us that care anyway. This was likely always the case with most people who may be too preoccupied with "important" things like their slave labour, brat kids, pressing their pants, or saving for that big screen...or that it's never been taught to them that this is an issue that needs to be looked at. PETA and their ilk, don't help this either with their virulent campaign of stupidity. Another theory: Perhaps this is one of those things where people mean well, but then it's forgotten a minute later amongst the mishmash of whatever else they have to concentrate on during their day. Again, it's probably a failure of education that these things aren't drilled into people more vigorously.

It was days afterall. I didn't actually want this posted because I'm currently fading away into post purgatory rather than burning out.

http://www.integrityp2p.com/portal/forums/...ead.php?t=12016 Bit Torrent like a motherfucker.

Fuck.Yer.Hat

Would be better if a child was being harvested from the body. You're closer, but still not quite there. Meanwhile, you've also taken a very big step backwards on choice of bands.

That picture doesn't really represent the previous album art concept of aborting whores' pregnancies we had going. Decent record though.

Hypocrisy is a way better death metal band than Cannible Corpse

Serious over reaction, all around. But the gimmick was pretty fucking terrible. That's the only reason he could be reasonably banned.

you have system of a down in your sig, did that lovely swedish death I sent you a while back have no effect?

Game is gay?

Not really, the only opportunities to present themselves have been ones that involve objectifying myself or the girl, and I'm not interested in that anymore.