Rating: 2/10
Monday 12 December 2022
Skinny Puppy "Cleanse Fold And Manipulate" (1987)
Tuesday 4 January 2022
Pop Will Eat Itself "Box Frenzy" (1987)
On occasions, the rush of excitement that always comes from record browsing can get the better of me. The rule I am not learning is to give something a listen before parting with your hard earned cash! Given that PWEI blew me away with their sophomore record, This Is The Day, I was happy to jump straight in! That album was a time capsule of nostalgic innocence, reflecting the cultures of the day. It spoke directly to musical scenes before my time that Ive always been fascinated with. Looking to follow up, the acclaim mentioned in breath of their debut Box Frenzy had me pick it. Sadly the horrors I've found have me wanting to give up. I can firmly say its quite awful.
I'll be blunt with my words but a handful of listens has improved my tolerance. In a nutshell, everything "edgy" of the time retroactively sounds stale, dated and damn right corny! Fueled on by the Run DMC Rap sound, these youthful twenty-somethings hinged all of their songwriting on aesthetics that have died off. Box Frenzy is forty three minutes of unabashed punchy tone abuse, taking synthesized 80s sounds and running them through the mills on old school drum machines and retro keyboards. These arrangements are stark with spacious drum grooves droning away, accompanied by obnoxious "sound effects" and Walk This Way inspired guitar stabs.
The lyrical content is often cheap and cheesy, atypical 80s rapping flows with a lack of underpinning substance. The spirit of these songs reminding me of "dated" party songs, the sort of unbearable 80s tunes encouraging kids to do a variety of then trendy dance moves and routines, hinged on gimmick and novelty. That in your face cheese is tiring but also entirely the point. For 1987 I can see how this would have been on the edge and pulled in praise but having little nostalgia for this particularly disposable and dated sound, Its no surprise it turned me off.
I've been cruel so far and I must say the foundations of what made This Is The Day is firmly heard on this record. A few tracks have something good to offer in the way of groove and energy but the aesthetics tend to be a bit to grating. There is also the term Grebo mentioned here. Labelled as "Grebo Rock" its a curious disconnect from how the term was used in my youth to label the alternative crowd I then Identified with. Seems the term has roots that extend back to the 80s, and a sound I wouldn't associate with the Nu Metal and Gothic music of my youth. This introduction won't have me looking much further though!
Rating: 3/10
Tuesday 11 August 2020
Bathory "Under The Sign Of The Black Mark" (1987)
Continuing another adventure into the music of my youth, Bathory's third effort was one less acquainted with. It had however solidified a memory as being remarkably decent for the time. Well this has been an absolute treat to get back into! Its been so long the experience was practically fresh to my ears! Coming of the back of the overly ambitious The Return..... It sounds like the moment where the stars align. The group shed their prototype skin and bathe in the blasphemy of self actualized Black Metal! Under The Sign Of The Black Mark is where everything they were trying to do works.
We will however start with the negatives. Not everything is exceptional, although the bulk is. The intro and outro tracks seem utterly pointless as their dusky ambience fails to ignite any atmosphere to lead in the satanic metallic onslaught. The final two proper tracks, 13 Candles and Of Doom, both feel a little lacking with the pile of brilliance before it. They do have there moments with musical shifts but the offerings feel like soft rehashes of the genius in the songs heard beforehand.
They stand in the shadow of brilliant songwriting, which is quite diverse and distinct. The record kicks off with Massacre, a thrashing juggernaut of vicious hate, lashing out from the mark as we are plunged into blast beats and vile screams. Its a straightforward but well executed idea. The following Woman Of Dark Desires is unsuspecting until it lunges into an unusually catchy chorus as Quorthorn cries out with throaty strained screams the name of Elizabeth Bathory. The inclusion of evil organs towards the end, foreshadows more brilliance yet to come our way.
Call From The Grave steadies the pace, a mid tempo track with soaring riff work, toying with some dissonance. The approach to this dark music is expanded as the haunting throaty screams roar with menace over the grave atmosphere conjured. Equilmanthorn hails back to the records opening, another plunge into ruthless pummeling that shifts to a half step riff, then slamming in with another catchy hook in the chorus as Quorthon cries out the title track over and over in memorable fashion.
The song has an incredible guitar solo to see it end on a thrilling climax, which bring me to a point, the lead guitar work which seems to frequent every track is phenomenal. Either creating a Slayer alike barrage of noise or delivering a blaze of evil melodies, everything that was tried before feels mastered here. That includes the screams, the most aggressive and shrill to date yet the temperament and texture is just perfect for what these extremities can achieve in the context of Black Metal.
Enter The Eternal Fire is the last of these incredible songs but for entirely different reasons. An incorporation of atmospheric synth tones and epic mid-tempo setting foreshadows the heritage influenced Bathory sound to come. All in all the record is a stunning maturity in songwriting. The haphazard ideas and sloppy performances of its predecessor blown out of the water. The inclusion of synths lay down foundations for the popular Symphonic element to come in the 90s. I also adore the inclusion of the Funeral Macrbe melody on Call From The Grave. Possibly my favorite moment of many fantastic ones on this truly remarkable and pioneering album.
Rating: 9/10Saturday 21 May 2016
Candlemass "Nightfall" (1987)
"Nightfall" made a swift and monumental impression, after a haunting intro of ghoulish choirs Candlemass drop the guitars in with crisp, bold, solid distortions that glaze with a touch of venom in their harmonic aesthetics. Riffing with singular linear notes they fall between the groove and melody, crunching rhythms and straying into the higher regions to expand the burdening atmosphere. Without any dizzying distortions Candlemass bring a weight of doom and heavy in a storm of atmosphere that feels almost biblical in its damnation. The gloom of funeral, the shadow of death and the shame of sin swirl within these songs, however from a safe distance we are the observer. In its harmonic tone its distanced from the emotional burden and becomes quite the bewitching and devilish rock out as these slow crawling riffs tangle into memorable melodies.
The bass and guitars have a concrete harmonization for the riffs and the drums slowly shuffle around them, groaning out slow grooves that occasionally pick up tempo in short bursts. Over it all singer Messiah Marcolin makes an unforgettable impact with his voice, powerful, bold and commanding he steers the ship with a thunderous voice and stunning pitch control. Hitting bellowing lows and soaring highs he creates the air of epic with a sublime vibrato and operatic performances that flow with the rhythms steady movement. It all takes place in a stunning production for an 80s Metal record, big, spacious for the guitars to fill they rock sweetly in a rich atmosphere fit for the glorification of the macabre. It has been a pleasure to enjoy such a well realized record.
Sunday 28 February 2016
Dio "Dream Evil" (1987)
Saturday 20 February 2016
Dead Can Dance "Within The Realm Of A Dying Sun" (1987)
This may be the one, "my" Dead Can Dance record. So swiftly and immediately did it command my interest with mystical enchanted bells playing over a foggy and eerie choral synth that chimes in a moment later. It set the tone for an ancient, dark an deeply nostalgic experience of fantasy music with a similarity to the likes of Erang. In its first half this record borders on Dungeon Synth many years before its primitive inception in the 90s from the likes of Burzum and Mortiis. Unlike its predecessors the bands recreational element is yet to be developed and the visions and atmospheres here tell tales of the land of the dead and forgotten mysticism with a remarkable touch of color and vibrancy.
Where the duo take two half's of the record there is a split that can be felt as the gears shift from fantasy to a strikingly dark and serious tones of remorse and suffering. On "Cantara" the mood is lifted with tribal rhythms and more stunning vocals from Gerrard. The other three create sorrowful, grave moods of funeral and loss with little respite for any melodic charm in the wake of heavy, burdening compositions that hold a great immediacy within the musics momentum. From the technical perspective this is a well produced collection of instruments for 1987. Its rigidity of timing may be noticeable but does little to dispel the magic that emanates through the speakers.