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Posts Tagged ‘Untitled’


Sunday, July 22nd, 2018

Grave Upheaval - Untitled II 2LPMore cavernous, atonal, speaker-unfriendly rumbling emanations from the bottomless pit of damnation are the order of the day on Grave Upheaval’s second untitled full-length album.

Including the bonus track, there are 74 minutes of hellish, one-dimensional obscurity to be found on the monstrous double-vinyl edition. No lyrics, no song titles, no album title, no frills but lots of thrills.

Evilometer: 666/666

ORDER OF DARKNESS – UNTITLED LP (Iron Bonehead Productions)

Thursday, March 1st, 2018

Order Of Darkness - UntitledThis first surfaced in 2016 on a cassette limited to just 50 units and was disinterred in December by IBP and given the vinyl treatment. Instead of acting the cunt, the label opted to make the record widely available – with a generous limitation of 300, crystal clear vinyl – and, for good measure, a self-titled demo LP (including the tracks from the sold-out ‘Cosmic Tyranny’ tape on Side B), was released at the same time, in conjunction with Amor Fati.

Thus, two utterly fantastic Order Of Darkness LPs emerged at the same time and both are still available to buy for just €15 each. Grabbing one or both of these records makes sense for anybody who wants to own some exceptional raw BM on vinyl without having to chase their tail, jump through hoops, blow their father, engage a page monitor, blow themselves or whatever it is the kids of today are doing to get their hands on the blink-and-you’ll-miss-’em treasures being half-bestowed upon us.

Yes, I’ve got a bee in my hoodie. I’m fucking sick of it. You have to commend a label like Iron Bonehead, which releases records and keeps them released. Look what he did with the fourth Black Cilice album, for example, to satisfy demand … I lost count of the represses, three or four anyway, delivered with a minimum of fuss, catering to consumers. Other labels should take note. Release the fucking thing properly or fuck off.

Evilometer: 666/666


Friday, October 4th, 2013

Grave Upheaval - UntitledGrave Upheaval play just the kind of Death Metal I love – primitive, cavernous, lo-fi, frightening – like a slower Portal or a spaced-out Antediluvian. However, it’s a real shame that the label saw fit to leave Side D of the standard edition of this album blank while rewarding those who purchased the Die Hard version with a ‘bonus track’. I find this practice mystifying.

I forked out €23 for this – plus an additional €9 for postage. A total investment of €32, yet I end up with an inferior product to those who are prepared to spend even more. No matter what way you look at it, punishing those who merely buy the regular edition of an album by giving them less music is wrong on every level. Ultimately, what I have is an inferior product, which cost me a lot of money.

I know how Die Hard releases work (and happen to think they are dumb anyway). But, whatever about bumping them up with flags, wooden boxes and stickers and t-shirts and booklets etc., the day that there is more actual music on the more-expensive version is a sad day indeed. For €32, I have a record-and-a-half of the double LP.

The music itself is exceptional but, alas, I can’t get past the grossly unfair ‘bonus track’ issue. What exactly does standard mean anyway – yardstick, average or just a kick in the teeth?



Thursday, December 27th, 2012

Not sure what to say about this one. Is it a gimmick or a work of pure genius? Perhaps I’m too dumb to know the difference. No information is given on the artist(s), though I’m of the uneducated understanding that there is some form of connection with Reverorum ib Malacht. There are no song titles, no album title, nothing. Zilch. Nada. Fuck all. Just a black record in a black sleeve with the catalogue number printed on the back (AR013). So all we can focus on is the music

I don’t even know which is Side A and which is Side B. So I just lob it on and hope for the best. A racket ensues. Chaotic drumming roars through the speakers. The drums are so prominent in the mix that I’m wondering is this just a drum rehearsal. Way in the background, there are occasional howls and screams, the vaguely-discernible sound of what might be guitars. A barrage of noise. Carnage. My head throbs.

It’s just pummel, pummel, pummel, pummel all the way. The drummer is in a bad mood. As I said at the beginning, I have no idea what to make of this record. Have I paid €18 for a pile of shit? Am I myself a pile of shit? What has this got to do with Black Metal? What have I got to do with Black Metal? Where does madness end and sanity begin? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? And where do I file it in my library?

Evilometer: ???/666

FALSE – UNTITLED EP (Gilead Media / Howling Mine)

Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

Gilead Media is on a red-hot streak at the moment so no surprise to discover they have unearthed another black-encrusted gem here with the debut release from Minneapolis black-metallers False – a vinyl EP comprising two twelve-minute-plus cuts. ‘The Key Of Passive Suffering’ and ‘Sleepmaker’ announce the arrival of a corrosive new force on the underground circuit and I would be bold enough to suggest that False (whose members are unknown) could become a lot of people’s cult favourites.

One of the first things to stand out on ‘The Key Of Passive Suffering’ is the scathing, visceral vocals which – accompanied by blistering guitars and coffin-lid drums – threaten to tear the skin off the listener’s agonised face. It’s really powerful stuff, not suitable for those who dig easy-listening BM. Not that there’s no atmosphere on this; to the contrary, it’s very atmospheric … it’s just that said ambience is so dark and impenetrable it almost passes you by. Except you feel like you’ve just gone three rounds with Floyd Mayweather, so clearly something has occurred…

The pummelling punishment and breakneck speed is broken up by some nice keys, which mercifully remain well caged in the background, but there’s no doubt that this music is all about intensity and bare-knuckle emotion – an ultra-violent adrenaline rush.

Sleepmaker’ is dirtier, crustier and sludgier, infused with genuine organic filth, swirling through the speakers like a fucking mudstorm, wrecking and ransacking, an ode of utter annihilation. But it’s not insanity for insanity’s sake; there is a melodic undercurrent and again the sparse use of keys takes away the dull edge (which might otherwise be overbearing). A majestic interlude also serves as an ideal counterpoint to the aggression, making for a perfectly-balanced piece.

While I’m certainly no advocate of EPs (which I generally think are a cop-out and / or rip-off), I am willing to make an exception for this one because a) it’s rather magnificent and b) it’s effectively retailing for the price of a single anyway, which makes a mockery of my personal objections.

Might be only 25 minutes long but ‘Untitled’ is nevertheless worthy of investigation.

Evilometer: 444/666


Tuesday, April 26th, 2011

Out of sunny California emerges one of the most obscure-sounding Black Metal bands you are ever going to clap ears upon. This album is titled ‘untitled’ and has been unleashed on vinyl by Gilead Media – not a label you’d normally associate with BM, which makes the pure quality of the record all the more remarkable. ‘untitled’ comprises two lengthy tracks, each clocking in close to the 20-minute mark and both stunningly eclectic.

To be blunt, this is such an awesome LP that it puts most Black Metal labels to shame. Fell Voices sound like a rawer, more lo-fi, deeper-in-the-woods, darker-than-a gypsy-soul version of the rather-excellent Wolves In The Throne Room. Now, I love WITTR, but I always felt they ruined their sound by including female vocals in some passages, so I’m glad to report that we have none of that here. The result is a purer, more distilled and more organic slab of darkness, creeping out of the undergrowth, wrapping its tendrils around you and sucking you into the woodland void.

This album is perfect in every way. Each bit of distortion, the crackles and hisses, the drone and the feedback, every note and every beat and every breath in the vocal delivery – it has all been put in precisely the right place, resulting in a rumbling, rolling behemoth of harsh yet ambient Black Metal majesty. The vocals are so far in the background that I almost suspect the singer was in a different room (or building); the overall effect of the music is so distorted and ‘barely there’ sometimes that the producer was either a genius or simply didn’t exist. If there’s a better produced raw Black Metal album than this available, I’d love to hear it.

Proceedings rarely move above mid-pace. They don’t have to. The feel of the album is more sinister, menacing and genuinely dark than an avalanche of speed. It’s all about dynamic, balance and finding the right counterpoints. Fell Voices are masters of their art. This is the kind of shit you can’t practise or fake. You’ve either got it or you don’t. Fell Voices possess it in spades and this 180g record – which comes complete with a pin, patch and poster for all you nerds out there – is an utterly compelling volume of work, pieced together by master craftsmen.

Evilometer: 666/666