During the 1980s and early 1990s, Houston was lucky enough to have its own metal magazine.
With the slogan “Free – Take One!” emblazoned across the top, Rivethead Magazine was a familiar sight in Houston-area record stores, especially those that were — how shall we say — metal-friendly.
Interview with Lisa of Rivethead Magazine
No CommentsIn the late 1980s and early 1990s, this was a regular metal magazine that you could get for free at record stores in Houston.
Every concert and new record release was in it. Not only that, but it covered ANUSian topics — much like the Metal AE — such as the history of metal, music theory, what defined metal, genrology, the spirit of metal and the clash between metal and the counter-culture as well as the pop-culture above it.
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The website has a comprehensive archive of their late 1980s and early 1990s issues, which focus on a mixture of heavy metal, speed metal and the birthing of death metal. The approach is professional even if the methods are homebrew:
Also see our article on Examiner.com.
No CommentsThe arch-wizards over at DEATHMETAL.ORG summon forth an article covering the breadth of Finnish underground metal, and cap it off with a hour of music in a compilation of Finnish bands both well-known, and totally unknown.
We are proud to present a sequence of tracks collected by Fenno-American Death Metal connoisseur Benjamin Tianen in tribute to Finland and its strain of artists and conjurers. This compilation of obscure quality Finnish Death Metal is recommended for listening in the twilit hours of day, preferably in rather uninhabited locations as most of Finland is. If there is one teaching one must bring home from Finnish artists and Finnish school of mental exploration, it is that one must not love happiness as much as one loves truth.
Forgotten Death Cults from Finland: an Overview
Includes all the classics: Demigod, Abhorrence, Beherit, Adramelech, Sentenced, Cartilage, Belial, Necropsy, Unholy, Phlegethon, and more.
No CommentsFantasy dark ambient/industrial:
I notice the comments for this video lack any references to sodomy or violence against Baby Boomers. WTF?
No CommentsFrom a notoriously fractious and insightful source, a rant that nails it — on Facebook, of all places:
It’s from “formula” in metal music that has either been the downfall or the up rise in the genre and among many of the bands. When bands set a distinct genre – and a set “formula” is established, once those bands begin the mix or change that formula, is when they take a risk of failing.
Sure some newer fans may take to the new formula – but those already established fans in the formula have a certain “taste” for what they prefer. Change the ‘taste’ – take the risk of having the already established fan base spitting it out after the first bite. Sure, some will attempt to stick around and nibble at the edges… attempting to find a similair taste and familiar feeling…
They will even attempt to make excuses, attempt to rationalize it, and even go as far as to use controversial behaviors or feelings in an attempt to explain in a rational or logical manner their intrepid points. They wish to avoid any true explanation of the utter disgust and disappointment they are truly feeling, and thus hide behind pitiful excuses and whitewashed ideals and values.
However, in my opinion – when a band decides to forsake the formula that works, and forsakes integrity in exchange to gain “a piece of bread” (make $money) – I personally do not feel my loyalty is any longer of importance to the band. They have already decided that my personal opinion is no longer valid, and that other fans too that may share the same or similair opinions are also no longer important as well.
Integrity and pride more so than often get’s washed away in favor of the notoriety and tempting promise of “fame and glory”.
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As well… with “formula” when a new genre is attempted to be made – by changing an already established genre, and trying to “mix” in something new to that genre. It is NOT likely to be accepted by those fans who already – as I said above – have an established taste for what the genre already has been dishing out.
Perfect example: DEATH-CORE is NOT DEATH METAL!
And as I said above –
some newer fans may take to the new formula – they will even attempt to make excuses, attempt to rationalize it…even go as far as to pretend to accept is as inevitable change.
Translating into cause->effect logic:
Formula means repeating what others did.
However, that “what others did” is an effect, not a cause.
The cause of what they did was the need to translate an idea/mood into music.
The effect was how they did it.
You can’t get the same effect by imitating their effect; instead, you must rediscover their cause.
But if your motive is fame/notoriety/kvltstatus/$$$ instead of “making art” (to translate that idea/mood into music), you will not understand that cause.
Metal is the spawn of early punk, progressive rock and horror film soundtracks — it’s more Anton Bruckner than Chuck Berry, more King Crimson than Blue Cheer, more Jethro Tull and Procul Harum than Led Zeppelin, and more Iggy Pop than The Beatles.
As a result, it takes integrity/authenticity seriously — it is music of the Idea, and by that I do not mean dogma or the reality-detached idea, but an enmeshment with reality.
Like Romantic literature, it is born of a time in crisis… it is mixed-blood, with some blood being the feel-good prole average (rock) and some being the rising above (ambitious music->art).
Romantic literature had both Shelley and Blake, after all. Wordsworth and Keats; Coleridge and Bram Stoker (later Romantic literature sort of diverged into Gothic lit).
What does it mean?
When metal loses its honest intent to create art, and to translate an idea/mood into music, it becomes window-dressing: pandering to the crowd for popularity points.
And then, it becomes the same callow manipulation we’re running away from, and that running away got us into metal.
Beware the rock-n-roll formula.
No CommentsDespite 20+ years of experience in the music industry, I remain a deliberate outsider. I cannot be bought; if I like your band, it’s because it’s good, and not that I want to get paid, care about you personally or expect you to like me. This is why I’m an outsider. I’m not part of the paycheck chain that seems to influence peoples’ judgment and make them whores. – “Home taping is killing music — mp3s are saving it” @ Anal-Examiner.com
It’s true though: being social gets you screwed.
People expect you to be a whore, so that if they treat you like a friend, you’re obligated to support their band.
The problem is that this cuts out quality control.
Instead, it’s a bunch of false friends sitting around supporting each others’ go-nowhere do-nothing make-work local bands.
Hobbyists versus people who have talent, in other words. The hobbyists have nothing better to do; their day jobs in service industries aren’t going to get any more exciting. Might as well be a big cheese on stage for a few minutes.
They have one dogma, and it’s that people should be rewarded for participation, not excellence.
This is why local scenes are cancerous morasses of ethical quicksand that suffocate any band or musician of quality. (A quality band will rise above the herd, and when people look at the herd so far below the other band, it makes the herd look bad. For that reason, the herd tries to squash any band of quality that rises.)
At first I just wanted to know how it drew the shapes so fast without flickering. Then I wondered how it made sounds. Before long I had disassembled and printed the entire game. I penned colored lines to signify the loops. Named the anonymous routines. Reconstructed many of the shapes on graph paper.
Astonishingly, I could read thought processes as easily as their results. I was seeing into the mind of the developer! The process was invigorating.
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Euphoria is half wasted if not shared it with others, so gathering up my early printouts, I headed for campus. I gleefully flagged the first CS guys I knew from the hallway and bent their ears for twenty minutes. I explained the color coded arrows, memory location notations. Showed off my bitmap grids and shared my new insights into high speed blitting. Both nodded in appreciation as I spoke.
When I finished speaking I didn’t get the response I had expected. The first said something to the effect of, “Wow! But are you allowed to do that?” The second followed with, “I thought it was protected? I mean like company secrets.” The odd non sequitur was a bit deflating. They hadn’t empathized at all. They recognized my triumph as something akin to a salacious conquest. Gossip to be discussed in hushed tones. I could see curiosity in their eyes yet wariness on their face. As if they risked ostracism just for knowing. I’d peeked through a forbidden window to lear at someone’s naked code.
These were upper level CS honor students. Geeks in most regards. But unlike me they hadn’t grown up fighting to learn computers. They had gone to college because that’s what high school honor students do. Once finished with their core classes they had to choose some major and computers seemed like the future.
Only Loyd actually shared my feelings. I brought my printouts into his office almost as a last resort. He looked at my diagramming with a Cheshire grin commenting on each page before I could complete a sentence. He shared a couple of disassembly stories of his own. It wasn’t a long talk, five or ten minutes, but it was re-inflating. Loyd and I were totally different on the outside but inside we were somehow alike. – “Detente”
The problem with the music industry isn’t the industry. Money-grubbing suit-wearing bastards? Yep, they built the modern world, especially the good parts. They operate very consistently by making sure they provide what people want to buy.
The problem with the music industry is the flakiness of the people in it, specifically musicians, and specifically, all those local bands and supporting acts who drama- and karma-whore for attention so that you have to consider their trivial band alongside any that might be good.
This process drives away quality musicians.
The only solution is to be an outsider. Seek no friends, take no cash, expect everyone to hate you.
It seems harsh, but that way, you not only keep your soul, but get to keep your ability to tell garbage from gold intact.
No CommentsMetal has always had a dual nature. Part of it wants to be epic soundtracks that transport us away; part of it wants to be rockin’ party tunes.
Metal is both Ennio Morricone and Spinal Tap. At the same time.
While much of the rock-n-roll influence can be blamed on moron magnets like Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin, or even the doofus metal writers who insist that metal began with The Who and Cream, a lot of the blame needs to fall on Black Sabbath as well, although they almost escaped. When their songs fail, it’s usually because they gave up on creating some kind of mood and went for more warmed-over rock music vapidity.
You can see this thread of rock-n-roll — jaunty, bouncy, offbeat, ironic, pentatonic, simplistic — running all the way through metal. It’s like a congenital trait marring a family line. Among other things, it’s easy to tell because rock-n-roll is exclusively on the surface. It tells you what it’s thinking and what you should think; it may be cryptic, but there’s never another level of interpretation. It’s made for mass consumption.
Metal at its best is more something you absorb, then intuit meaning from. It tends to be chaotic, using chromatic scales as its base for ultimately melodic and rhythmic freedom, but then trades away that freedom when it makes the ongoing narrative of song structure trump all else. It is both anarchistic and the anti-anarchistic in that it insists on reality. It’s not about personal drama, love affairs and how you feel after some trivial event. It’s about the breadth of existence, the big picture, and how interesting life is if we just quit that personal drama.
But the thread of dumb bouncy music remains. What do these have in common?
All of the above are basially rock albums using metal technique. These don’t expand your mind; they put it into the rock mode of personal drama, bouncy drums, familiar and yet not really exciting pentatonic noodling. Since the music is unexceptional, the aesthetic must be powerful: they trick out their music by playing it at different speeds, adding weird instrumentation, adding weird imagery, and the like. But it’s not really musically different. Baroness is closer to Hootie and the Blowfish and the Dave Matthews band than metal; Gojira is closer to Fugazi and Mudhoney than metal; The Haunted and Pantera are closer to Biohazard and Sick of It All than metal.
Do we ever get bored of this? The audience for it obviously does not, but they pass by so quickly.
The lifetimer metal fan is a better bet if you’re a band. Make seven quality albums and metalheads will buy them for the rest of your life.
It’s better than taking a one-time lump sum by recording your five sold-out metal-flavored rock albums, and being forgotten by your witless fans within two years.
No CommentsFrom an unlikely source:
“It is to symbolize the end of the American dream and the beginning of the decline and fall of the American Empire. America is falling apart at the seams for a variety of reasons and so in order to call attention to that, we call attention to what the catalyst was; why people are so self-centered these days and totally in it for themselves. This is how every single empire fell throughout history, when the people get too rich and stuck up and snotty…”
Jello Biafra-The Dead Kennedys (via Folk and Faith)
This perspective is correct, but only a part of the truth needed.
Metal completed the picture: the problem is humanistic morality, which keeps us from looking at the transcendent, as we’re too busy trying not to hurt anyone’s feelings.
Our society is awash in cowardice and pandering to the fearful.
No CommentsIf you don’t like CYNIC, you’re homophobic.
If you don’t like ARCH ENEMY, you’re misogynistic.
If you don’t like GOJIRA, you’re racist.
If you don’t like NILE, you’re Anti-Semitic.
If you don’t like SUFFOCATION, you’re classist.
If you don’t like LAMB OF GOD, you’re religiously intolerant.
If you don’t like CAVALERA CONSPIRACY, you’re elitist.
If you don’t like CRADLE OF FILTH, you’re closed-minded.
If you don’t like OPETH, you’re not intellectual.
If you don’t like MESHUGGAH, you’re not one of the good guitarists.
If you don’t like DEVIN TOWNSEND, you’re arbitrary.
If you don’t like JIMI HENDRIX, you’re uncultured.
If you don’t like SIX FEET UNDER, you’re not in touch with the common man.
If you don’t like BORIS, you’re unimaginative.
If you don’t like JESU, you’re insensitive.
If you don’t like ANIMALS AS LEADERS, you’re unintelligent.
If you don’t like MASTODON, you’re unartistic.
If you don’t like BARONESS, you’re uptight.
If you don’t like THE SWORD, you’re celibate.
If you don’t like WOLVES IN THE THRONE ROOM, you’re just no fun.
If you don’t like ULVER, you’re uneducated.
If you don’t like ISIS, you’re illiterate.
If you don’t like BETWEEN THE BURIED AND ME, you’re shortsighted.
If you don’t like KVERTELAK, you’re antiquated.
If you don’t like SUNN O))), you’re obsolete.
If you don’t like AGALLOCH, you’re one-dimensional.
People like you who sit around listening to classics like DEMILICH, INCANTATION, MASSACRA, OBITUARY, INFESTER, DEMIGOD, IMMOLATION, ATHEIST, THERION, HELLHAMMER, BATHORY, SLAYER, DISCHARGE, AMEBIX, DARKTHRONE, BURZUM, EMPEROR, IMMORTAL, ENSLAVED, GORGOROTH, RIGOR MORTIS, MAYHEM, MERCILESS, BOLT THROWER, SUFFOCATION, NIHILIST, CARNAGE, AT THE GATES, SKEPTICISM, WINTER, DISEMBOWELMENT, MORBID ANGEL, POSSESSED, NECROVORE, MASSACRE, GROTESQUE, DISSECTION, ILDJARN, BLOOD, MASTER, CIANIDE, BAPHOMET, BEHERIT, SUMMONING, BELIAL, DBC, COC, DRI, FEARLESS IRANIANS FROM HELL, DEAD HORSE, LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN, MALEVOLENT CREATION, GEHENNA, FRANZ SCHUBERT, ANGEL WITCH, JUDAS PRIEST, IRON MAIDEN, BLITZKRIEG, WITCHFINDER GENERAL, EXODUS, NUCLEAR ASSAULT, ASSASSIN, CORONER, SAMAEL, FALLEN CHRIST, ANTON BRUCKNER, OBLIVEON, GORGUTS, SUPURATION, LOUDBLAST, KONG, WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART, NUNSLAUGHTER, NUM SKULL, SEPULTURA, SARCOFAGO, MOTORHEAD, PRONG, ROBERT SCHUMANN, IMPRECATION, BLASPHEMY, NUCLEAR DEATH, MOLESTED and UNLEASHED are just bitter, old, gray, ugly, failed, burnt-out, dumb, uneducated, trailer-dwelling, smelly, unsociable people that no one really likes and no one will have sex with, so you’ll die alone in the stench of your own waste.
No CommentsA followup to the much-hated Half a mind…
When people say they detest elitism, it’s easy to show them that this is not the case.
Slocrates: Tell me, Thrashmyasscus, why do you think elitism is wrong?
Thrashmyasscus: Clearly, it prioritizes some people above others.
Slocrates: But were you not opining that Justin Bieber sucked cock earlier?
Thrashmyasscus: Yes, but that’s Bieber. His music is beyond bad.
Slocrates: Ah! So we agree that some music is good, and some music is bad.
Thrashmyasscus: Yes, but —
Slocrates: And so we also fuckin’ agree that it’s just a matter of degree between hating Bieber because he’s a useless talentless faggot, and hating “Radikult” because it’s a moronic Marilyn Manson ripoff fifteen years too late?
Thrashmyasscus: Of course. Both of those are worthless.
Slocrates: So then it is only a matter of degree when I say that Necrophagist, Cannibal Corpse, Cradle of Filth, Pantera, Meshuggah and Craft are douchebag low-IQ trailer-dwelling shit, and that Demigod’s Slumber of Sullen Eyes is a work beyond compare?
Thrashmyasscus: That’s not the point. You’re comparing apples and oranges.
Slocrates: Fine, then. What about if I say that black metal from 1990-1994 produced many great bands, but that since 1994, black metal has produced very few?
Thrashmyasscus: Then I’d say you are being judgmental.
Slocrates: And yet when we pointed out that Cannibal Corpse was whale dreck, and Bieber was shit, and yet praised Demigod, you did not mind?
Thrashmyasscus: Slocrates, these are night and day differences. You’re splitting hairs.
Slocrates: To someone who disliked all metal, the differences might not appear so great.
Thrashmyasscus: Well, that’s true, but the point is that elitists are too discerning.
Slocrates: In your view, elitists are not wrong because they choose good music over bad, but because they raise the bar too much?
Thrashmyasscus: That’s not what I mean at all, — but I take your point. Music is subjective, Slocrates. You can’t judge it.
Slocrates: It seems we are having a different debate. If music is subjective, why are any bands at all popular?
Thrashmyasscus: It’s purely random.
Slocrates: And yet both of us agree that Justin Bieber is a cock-horfing turd of a musician. How do we know this?
Thrashmyasscus: The simplistic songs… the moronic lyrics… his wailing voice… I must rape…
Slocrates: As you say, it’s then a matter of degree. Much as from a distance a man and a dog appear closer in height, from a distance “Radikult” and “Chapel of Ghouls” appear closer in quality. Then what you think is wrong with the elitist is that he is too close to the music at hand.
Thrashmyasscus: Fuck you!
They have no idea why they detest elitism. At first, it just seems unfair; next, the standards are too high; finally, they accuse you of being an elitist so you sound cool to the kids at school. They will probably do this while holding an Opeth or Obscura record, which they will just have finished beating about the heads of their friend group, telling them how enlightened and musically proficient it is in contrast to whatever crap those morons are listening to.
I have a different supposition: they hate elitism because it says participation alone is not enough.
The participation alone people want to believe that all music is basically the same, and if you learn to play guitar and make some songs, then record them, you’re part of the club.
Elitists say “not so fast” and demand instead that you do all of the above, and also make quality music.
For an elitist, the focus is on the music; it’s on the end results. Who cares about the rest?
The problem with this of course is that it means participation is not enough. One has to get good. That requires that one have certain innate talents, and apply oneself.
Naturally, this isn’t popular with the Crowd. They’d rather hear that you can get out there with a guitar, record whatever sloppy and incoherent crap runs through your mind, and then be part of the club. Everyone else then owes it to you to support you, because you tried. Everyone is equal on the level of participation.
What irks such people is that to history, and any sane observers, participation is nothing. Achievement is all. And not all can achieve, and this upsets them to learn, because they came to metal to get away from the achievement-requiring standards of (life|school|social groups above 105 average IQ|the Dayton-Hudson Corporation employee handbook).
Metal is their escape, and you’re ruining it for them.
But if you don’t, they’ll ruin your metal by inundating the scene with low quality music.
When that happens, no one will find the good stuff, and good musicians will go elsewhere. Why work hard to make good music so a bunch of participation-is-everything fans can blow it off?
Participation is nothing; the end result is all.
If you were playing basketball, you wouldn’t want a guy on your team who thought “trying” to get the ball in the hoop was enough. No; you want the guy who gets it in there.
When someone fixes your roof, you don’t want some guy who “tries” to do it right. You want someone who succeeds.
Music is no different, and it’s a secret hidden in plain sight that this is true, because there are so many participants (who have nothing else in life but a job making sandwiches, a dingy apartment and a string of failed relationships) who want to force us all to believe that participation is equal to achievement.
It sounds like they have a mental health problem, doesn’t it?
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