Album Review: Slomatics, Strontium Fields

Posted in Reviews on August 29th, 2023 by JJ Koczan

Slomatics Strontium Fields

On the cusp of marking their 20th anniversary as a band in 2024, the Belfast-based gravitational force known as Slomatics offer Strontium Fields as their seventh album. Issued as their third LP for Black Bow Records behind 2019’s Canyons (review here) and 2017’s Future Echo Returns (review here), produced as ever by Rocky O’Reilly at Start Together StudioO’Reilly plays on it as well, I think — and as Strontium Fields boasts mastering by James Plotkin, the returning trio lineup of guitarists David Majury and Chris Couzens and drummer/vocalist/synthesist Marty Harvey (also War Iron), epic gatefold artwork (by Ryan Lesser in this case), and tectonically chugging riffs meeting with grandiose sci-fi keyboard, there’s plenty in the eight-song/36-minute full-length to make familiar listeners feel in-the-know. Opener “Wooden Satellites” sets a course through tumult and tone, the Northern Irish three-piece beginning at a semi-slog through downer-chug riffing laced as it moves into the first verse with theremin-esque sounds, soon enough establishing the chorus that coincides; some mention of a Red Queen along the way adds a sense of story, but I haven’t seen a lyric sheet so can’t necessarily speak to it.

But strontium — chemical symbol Sr, number 38 on the periodic table — is an alkaline earth metal abundant in the planet’s crust, is used to turn fireworks and flares red, sometimes to make stuff glow in the dark, and is radioactive in its man-made isotopes. One imagines a field of it would be a striking and apocalyptic image, which is suitable to Slomatics‘ general aesthetic. They are cybernetic dystopia’s favorite riffers. And as much as Strontium Fields celebrates that, it also finds Slomatics trying new ideas in sound even from what they were doing in 2022 on their split with Sweden’s Domkraft, Ascend/Descend (review here). This is most emphasized across the span in Harvey‘s vocals, which have never engaged in more complex melodicism or soared quite as they do here. There’s some layering, maybe a guest spot, in “Wooden Satellites,” but as Strontium Fields plays through side A in “I, Neanderthal,” “Time Capture” and “Like a Kind of Minotaur” — which, sure enough, is; the band have always had a knack for titling songs seemingly in answer to the riffs on which they’re based — and across side B headed toward the finale in “With Dark Future,” its component tracks also interact in new ways.

To wit, “I, Neanderthal” taps into Metallica‘s “Sad But True” in its intro with more open drums before building into its push-forward verse, more uptempo than the opener but still midtempo by most standards. Harvey, his voice compressed, has a shout like Lee Dorrian on some of the later Cathedral fare, but as the chorus spreads wide to offset some of the tension amassed in the verse and bridge, the belted-out melody returns. At 3:10, the guitars cut out and piano comes in where the riff had been to round out a four minutes that feels much bigger ahead of the synthy start of “Time Capture,” which is at the core of what Slomatics are bringing to Strontium Fields atmospherically. Feeling like a pandemic-era contemplation, it removes the weighted wall of distortion that typifies their approach, and instead puts a keyboard or effects drone at the forefront with Harvey‘s duly mournful vocal overtop, verse harmonies echoing “Wooden Satellites” in a sidestep context like futurist ambient pop. At none of its opportunities to ‘get heavy’ does it do so.

I know that sounds funny, but considering who Slomatics are and who they’ve become over their seven records together, it means something. There is guitar that comes in later (unless it’s more keys), at around 4:30 to add to the last verse, but while Slomatics have had atmospheric breaks, usually contrasted by the arrival of some particularly crushing progression, the focus on melody throughout Strontium Fields and the way they execute “Time Capture” come across as genuinely new, which is something to appreciate for a band approaching 20 years since their start and who are now past a decade in their current configuration. Where otherwise “Time Capture” might explode in a skullcleaver of a riff, Strontium Fields leaves it to “Like a Kind of Minotaur” to fill that role, which it does in immediate crush and a classic Slomatics nod and a general gone-to-ground vibe. It changes at the halfway point and opens a bit with some wah guitar, but that “ough” at 3:03 is fully earned as they ride the chug to the end of side A and, on linear/digital formats, make another smooth turn into the quiet beginning of “Voidians.”

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And for at least the better part of its first two minutes, “Voidians” works a bit like “Time Capture” in its quieter, mood-minded reach. But when the opportunity presents itself at 1:55 into the total 6:32 (it’s the longest inclusion but not by a ton over “Time Capture” or “With Dark Futures”), “Voidians” does get heavy, cycling through a louder chorus before dropping out to loop through the verse again. Its second chorus gives over to kick-driven lumber, and Slomatics chug into synth-laced oblivion to end, but the affect of the intro to “Voidians” and the whole of “Time Capture” is resonant throughout, and the wistful balladry and shimmering strum of the 2:37 “Zodiac Arts Lab” go even further, with a vocal/guitar melody that reminds in part of INXS‘ “Never Tear Us Apart” perhaps as delivered by Tau and the Drones of Praise, a second guitar entering with lead lines around the central rhythm. It’s the shortest cut, and the boldest in many ways, including in its lack of drums, which if vinyl symmetry follows means that the subsequent, penultimate “ARCS” is going to destroy.

It does. Slowly. Barely there in its creeper guitar outset, it lurches forth on undulations of doomer distortion as a backdrop for a clear verse almost seeming to continue the style of “Zodiac Arts Lab,” but in a decidedly more tectonic form, and while “Time Capture,” “Voidians,” and “Zodiac Arts Lab” show Slomatics working in new methods, “ARCS” internalizes that, pairs it with their long-established tonal heft and offers something that is emotional and evocative as an end product. And even if these are elements/ideas that Slomatics have presented on record before, they’re doing so here in new ways and as “ARCS” drops out, surges again, peaks heavy and caps with the drums fading as they’re soon to again on “With Dark Futures,” Strontium Fields underscores the multifaceted take Slomatics have developed over the last decade-plus. The closer arrives crashing in big, unfolds itself over its intro. Verses peppered with whispers seem to speak directly to the audience (or the self): “You are awake/You are alive/Breathe/Just breathe,” they advise.

There are twists in the plot of the final chapter here as well, as “With Dark Futures” stops and feedbacks as if to say “here we go around again” before resuming its planetary stomp, incorporating the synth, which only makes it sound huger. Harvey returns for last verses, and they cap with a due crescendo before the aforementioned percussive fadeout, but even in having less outright tension in the early verses, “With Dark Futures” finds Slomatics exploring, details like whispers at the end of some of the verse lines, or the way they carry into the finish assuring the point is conveyed, which it is beyond a doubt. With their modus steady beneath them, Slomatics feel somewhat freer to explore upward, looking at the sky aurally and maybe finding a bit of escapism in that. What Strontium Fields will mean for them as they move forward, I can’t say, but in both its expected and unexpected aspects, it offers a heaping dose of the vitality so much a part of their process and a deeper look at their dynamic than they’ve ever before given. That these songs are very, very heavy shouldn’t be taken for granted, and that they’re more than just that is a thing to be appreciated.

Slomatics, Strontium Fields (2023)

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Slomatics Set Sept. 8 Release for New Album Strontium Fields; Single Streaming

Posted in Whathaveyou on July 10th, 2023 by JJ Koczan

I don’t often actually put releases on my calendar, because, well, if I want to look up when something I’ve written about is due, I can just come here and find it in the back end of the site. Slomatics, though, are an exception on multiple fronts. Their new full-length, Strontium Fields, will release on Sept. 8, and that’ll go on the calendar for sure. The Northern Irish trio’s follow-up to their well-received Ascend/Descend (review here) 2022 split with Domkraft (who also have a new album coming) and others with Yanomamo and Ungraven — I’ll spare you the links… for now — comes four years after the last Slomatics LP, Canyons (review here), which like the forthcoming Strontium Fields was offered through Black Bow Records, the label helmed by Jon Davis of pummeling UK riffers Conan.

And not unlike Conan‘s last record, come to think of it, Slomatics branch out a bit on their latest collection. Across eight songs they offer their signature tonal crush with an uptick in reach and atmosphere, as well as some of the most complex melodies they’ve put to tape — they were produced, as always, by Rocky O’Reilly at Start Together in Belfast — and I’m curious to see how it will be received. You get hints of that in the synth and vocals of “I, Neanderthal,” the first single from the album, which you can and should stream at the bottom of this post. In fact, why don’t I just leave you to it?

From the PR wire:

Slomatics Strontium Fields

SLOMATICS – Strontium Fields

We are excited to announce our new album ‘Strontium Fields’ will be released through @blackbowrecords on September 8th. Pre-orders are live on our bandcamp and Blackbow records Big Cartel right now!

There are three vinyl variants, with the ‘starburst’ vinyl being sold exclusively by us.

The first song from the album ‘I, Neanderthal’ will be streaming on Bandcamp today.

For the bargain lovers out there we are offering two bundle deals, including new shirts.

Thanks to everyone involved in getting this album out there, and thank YOU for your support. We can’t wait for you to hear these songs!

Tracklisting:
1. Wooden Satellites
2. I, Neanderthal
3. Time Capture
4. Like A Kind of Minotaur
5. Voidians
6. Zodiac Arts Lab
7. ARCS
8. With Dark Futures

Slomatics produced by Rocky O’Reilly at Start Together Studio.
Artwork by Ryan Lesser
Mastered by James Plotkin.
Released via Black Bow Records.

Slomatics are:
Marty Harvey – Drums, keys, vocals
Chris Couzens – Guitar
David Majury – Guitar

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Quarterly Review: Black Helium, Seismic, These Beasts, Ajeeb, OAK, Ultra Void, Aktopasa, Troll Teeth, Finis Hominis, Space Shepherds

Posted in Reviews on April 14th, 2023 by JJ Koczan

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If you work in an office, or you ever have, or you’ve ever spoken to someone who has or does or whatever — which is everybody, is what I’m saying — then you’ll probably have a good idea of why I cringe at saying “happy Friday” as though the end of a workweek’s slog is a holiday even with the next week peering just over the horizon beyond the next 48 hours of not-your-boss time. Nonetheless, we’re at the end of this week, hitting 50 records covered in this Quarterly Review, and while I’ll spend a decent portion of the upcoming weekend working on wrapping it up on Monday and Tuesday, I’m grateful for the ability to breathe a bit in doing that more than I have throughout this week.

I’ll say as much in closing out the week as well, but thanks for reading. As always, I hope you enjoy.

Quarterly Review #41-50:

Black Helium, UM

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It’s just too cool for the planet. Earth needs to step up its game if it wants to be able handle what London’s Black Helium are dishing out across their five-song third record, UM, from the sprawl and heavy hippie rock of “Another Heaven” to the utter doom that rises to prominence in that 12-minute-ish cut and the oblivion-bound boogie, blowout, and bonfire that is 15:47 closer “The Keys to Red Skeleton’s House (Open the Door)” on the other end, never mind the u-shaped kosmiche march of “I Saw God,” the shorter, stranger, organ-led centerpiece “Dungeon Head” or the motorik “Summer of Hair” that’s so teeth-grindingly tense by the time it’s done you can feel it in your toes. These are but glimpses of the substance that comprises the 45-minute out-there-out-there-out-there stretch of UM, which by the way is also a party? And you’re invited? I think? Yeah, you can go, but the rest of these fools gotta get right if they want to hang with the likes of “I Saw God,” because Black Helium do it weird for the weirdos and the planet might be round but that duddn’t mean it’s not also square. Good thing Black Helium remembered to bring the launch codes. Fire it up. We’re outta here and off to better, trippier, meltier places. Fortunately they’re able to steer the ship as well as set its controls to the heart of the sun.

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Seismic, The Time Machine

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A demo recording of a single, 29-minute track that’s slated to appear on Seismic‘s debut full-length based around the works of H.G. Wells sometime later this year — yeah, it’s safe to say there’s a bit of context that goes along with understanding where the Philadelphia instrumentalist trio/live-foursome are coming from on “The Time Machine.” Nonetheless, the reach of the song itself — which moves from its hypnotic beginning at about five minutes in to a solo-topped stretch that then gives over to thud-thud-thud pounding heft before embarking on an adventure 30,000 leagues under the drone, only to rise and riff again, doom. the. fuck. on., and recede to minimalist meditation before resolving in mystique-bent distortion and lumber — is significant, and more than enough to stand on its own considering that in this apparently-demo version, its sound is grippingly full. As to what else might be in store for the above-mentioned LP or when it might land, I have no idea and won’t speculate — I’m just going by what they say about it — but I know enough at this point in my life to understand that when a band comes along and hits you with a half-hour sledgehammering to the frontal cortex as a sign of things to come, it’s going to be worth keeping track of what they do next. If you haven’t heard “The Time Machine” yet, consider this a heads up to their heads up.

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These Beasts, Cares, Wills, Wants

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Something of an awaited first long-player from Chicago’s These Beasts, who crush the Sanford Parker-produced Cares, Wills, Wants with modern edge and fluidity moving between heavier rock and sludge metal, the three-piece of guitarist/vocalist Chris Roo, bassist/vocalist Todd Fabian and drummer Keith Anderson scratching a similar itch in intensity and aggression as did L.A. sludgecore pummelers -(16)- late last year, but with their own shimmer in the guitar on “Nervous Fingers,” post-Baroness melody in “Cocaine Footprints,” and tonal heft worthy of Floor on the likes of “Blind Eyes” and the more purely caustic noise rock of “Ten Dollars and Zero Effort.” “Code Name” dizzies at the outset, while “Trap Door” closes and tops out at over seven minutes, perhaps taking its title from the moment when, as it enters its final minute, the bottom drops out and the listener is eaten alive. Beautifully destructive, it’s also somehow what I wish post-hardcore had been in the 2000s, ripping and gnarling on “Southpaw” while still having space among the righteously maddening, Neurot-tribal percussion work to welcome former Pelican guitarist Dallas Thomas for a guest spot. Next wave of artsy Chicago heavy noise? Sign me up. And I don’t know if that’s Roo or Fabian with the harsh scream, but it’s a good one. You can hear the mucus trying to save the throat from itself. Vocal cords, right down the trap door.

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Ajeeb, Refractions

Ajeeb Refractions

Comprised of Cucho Segura on guitar and vocals, Sara Gdm on bass and drummer Rafa Pacheco, Ajeeb are the first band from the Canary Islands to be written about here, and their second album — issued through no fewer than 10 record labels, some of which are linked below — is the 11-song/42-minute Refractions, reminding in heavy fashion that the roots of grunge were in noisy punk all along. There’s some kick behind songs like “Far Enough” and “Mold,” and the later “Stuck for Decades” reminds of grainy festival videos where moshing was just people running into each other — whereas on “Mustard Surfing” someone might get punched in the head — but the listening experience goes deeper the further in you get, with side B offering a more dug-in take with the even-more-grunge “Slow-Vakia” building on “Oh Well” two songs earlier and leading into the low-end shovefest “Stuck for Decades,” which you think is going to let you breathe and then doesn’t, the noisier “Double Somersault” and closer/longest song “Tail Chasing” (5:13) taking the blink-and-it’s-over quiet part in “Amnesia” and building it out over a dynamic finish. The more you listen, the more you’re gonna hear, of course, but on the most basic level, the adaptable nature of their sound results in a markedly individual take. It’s the kind of thing 10 labels might want to release.

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OAK, Disintegrate

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One might be tempted to think of Porto-based funeral doomers OAK as a side-project for guitarist/vocalist Guilherme Henriques, bassist Lucas Ferrand and drummer Pedro Soares, the first two of whom play currently and the latter formerly of also-on-SeasonofMist extreme metallers Gaerea, but that does nothing to take away from the substance of the single-song full-length Disintegrate, which plies its heft in emotionality, ambience and tone alike. Throughout 44 minutes, the three-piece run an album’s worth of a gamut in terms of tempo, volume, ebbs and flows, staying grim all the while but allowing for the existence of beauty in that darkness, no less at some of the most willfully grueling moments. The rise and fall around 20 minutes in, going from double-kick-infused metallurgy to minimal standalone guitar and rebuilding toward death-growl-topped nod some six minutes later, is worth the price of admission alone, but the tortured ending, with flourish either of lead guitar or keys behind the shouted layers before moving into tremolo payoff and the quieter contemplation that post-scripts, shouldn’t be missed either. Like any offering of such extremity, Disintegrate won’t be for everyone, but it makes even the air you breathe feel heavier as it draws you into the melancholic shade it casts.

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Ultra Void, Mother of Doom

Ultra Void Mother of Doom EP

“Are we cursed?” “Is this living?” “Are we dying?” These are the questions asked after the on-rhythm sampled orgasmic moaning abates on the slow-undulating title-track of Ultra Void‘s Mother of Doom. Billed as an EP, the five-songer skirts the line of full-length consideration at 31 minutes — all the more for its molten flow as punctuated by the programmed drums — and finds the Brooklynite outfit revamped as a solo-project for Jihef Garnero, who moves from that leadoff to let the big riff do most of the talking in the stoned-metal “Sic Mundus Creatus Est” and the raw self-jam of the nine-minute “Måntår,” which holds back its vocals for later and is duly hypnotic for it. Shorter and more rocking, “Squares & Circles” maintains the weirdo vibe just the same, and at just three and a half minutes, “Special K” closes out in similar fashion with perhaps more swing in the rhythm. With those last two songs offsetting the down-the-life-drain spirit of the first three, Mother of Doom seems experimental in its construction — Garnero feeling his way into this new incarnation of the band and perhaps also recording and mixing himself in this context — but the disillusion comes through as organic, and whether we’re living or dying (spoiler: dying), that gives these songs the decisive “ugh” with which they seem to view the world around them.

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Aktopasa, Journey to the Pink Planet

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Italian trio Aktopasa — also stylized as Akṭōpasa, if you’re in a fancy mood — seem to revel in the breakout moments on their second long-player and Argonauta label debut, Journey to the Pink Planet, as heard in the crescendo nod and boogie, respectively, of post-intro opener “Calima” (10:27) and closer “Foreign Lane” (10:45), the album’s two longest tracks and purposefully-placed bookends around the other songs. Elsewhere, the Venice-based almost-entirely-instrumentalists drift early in “It’s Not the Reason” — which actually features the record’s only vocals near its own end, contributed by Mattia Filippetto — and tick boxes around the tenets of heavy psychedelic microgenre, from the post-Colour Haze floating intimacy at the start of “Agarthi” to the fuzzy and fluid jam that branches out from it and the subsequent “Sirdarja” with its tabla and either sitar or guitar-as-sitar outset and warm-toned, semi-improv-sounding jazzier conclusion. From “Alif” (the intro) into “Calima” and “Lunar Eclipse,” the intent is to hypnotize and carry the listener through, and Aktopasa do so effectively, giving the chemistry between guitarist Lorenzo Barutta, bassist Silvio Tozzato and drummer Marco Sebastiano Alessi a suitably natural showcase and finding peace in the process, at least sonically-speaking, that’s then fleshed out over the remainder. A record to breathe with.

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Troll Teeth, Underground Vol. 1

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There’s heavy metal somewhere factored into the sound of Philadelphia’s Troll Teeth, but where it resides changes. The band — who here work as a four-piece for the first time — unveil their Underground Vol. 1 EP with four songs, and each one has a different take. In “Cher Ami,” the question is what would’ve happened if Queens of the Stone Age were in the NWOBHM. In “Expired,” it’s whether or not the howling of the two guitars will actually melt the chug that offsets it. It doesn’t, but it comes close to overwhelming in the process. On “Broken Toy” it’s can something be desert rock because of the drums alone, and in the six-minute closer “Garden of Pillars” it’s Alice in Chains with a (more) doomly reimagining and greater melodic reach in vocals as compared to the other three songs, but filled out with a metallic shred that I guess is a luxury of having two guitars on a record when you haven’t done so before. Blink and you’ll miss its 17-minute runtime, but Troll Teeth have four LPs out through Electric Talon, including 2022’s Hanged, Drawn, & Quartered, so there’s plenty more to dig into should you be so inclined. Still, if the idea behind Underground Vol. 1 was to scope out whether the band works as constructed here, the concept is proven. Yes, it works. Now go write more songs.

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Finis Hominis, Sordidum Est

Finis Hominis Sordidum Est EP

Lead track “Jukai” hasn’t exploded yet before Finis HominisSordidum Est EP has unveiled the caustic nature of its bite in scathing feedback, and what ensues from there gives little letup in the oppressive, extreme sludge brutality, which makes even the minute-long “Cavum Nigrum” sample-topped drone interlude claustrophobic, never mind the assault that takes place — fast first, then slow, then crying, then slow, then dead — on nine-minute capper “Lorem Ipsum.” The bass hum that begins centerpiece “Improportionatus” is a thread throughout that 7:58 piece, the foundation on which the rest of the song resides, the indecipherable-even-if-they-were-in-English growls and throat-tearing shouts perfectly suited to the heft of the nastiness surrounding. “Jukai” has some swing in the middle but hearing it is still like trying to inhale concrete, and “Sinne Floribus” is even meaner and rawer, the Brazilian trio resolving in a devastating and noise-caked, visceral regardless of pace or crash, united in its alienated feel and aural punishment. And it’s their first EP! Jesus. Unless they’re actually as unhinged as they at times sound — possible, but difficult — I wouldn’t at all expect it to be their last. A band like this doesn’t happen unless the people behind it feel like it needs to, and most likely it does.

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Space Shepherds, Losing Time Finding Space

Space Shepherds Losing Time Finding Space

With its title maybe referring to the communion among players and the music they’re making in the moment of its own heavy psych jams, Losing Time Finding Space is the second studio full-length from Belfast instrumentalist unit Space Shepherds. The improvised-sounding troupe seem to have a lineup no less fluid than the material they unfurl, but the keyboard in “Ending the Beginning (Pt. 1)” gives a cinematic ambience to the midsection, and the fact that they even included an intro and interlude — both under two minutes long — next to tracks the shortest of which is 12:57 shows a sense of humor and personality to go along with all that out-there cosmic exploratory seeking. Together comprising a title-track, “Losing Time…” (17:34) and “…Finding Space” (13:27) are unsurprisingly an album unto themselves, and being split like “Ending the Beginning” speaks perhaps of a 2LP edition to come, or at very least is emblematic of the mindset with which they’re approaching their work. That is to say, as they move forward with these kinds of mellow-lysergic jams, they’re not unmindful either of the listener’s involvement in the experience or the prospect of realizing them in the physical as well as digital realms. For now, an hour’s worth of longform psychedelic immersion will do nicely, thank you very much.

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Molarbear Announce Dec. 23 Release for You Will Need Gods

Posted in Whathaveyou on November 18th, 2022 by JJ Koczan

Yeah, but what will you need gods for? Granted, opiates for the masses won’t get far without them, but how many other uses do abstract deities actually have? For all the purported omnipotence, has one ever managed to jump a car battery? Ever made you soup when you’re sick? Organized and executed a surprise birthday party, or even aided in any way in doing so?

No. Where, indeed, is your savior now?

You Will Need Gods is the impending second full-length from Belfast’s Molarbear, and it’s out Xmas week — see? you don’t even need gods for ostensibly religious holidays — through Cursed Monk as the follow-up to 2018’s Storklord, which I’m just going to assume was a shenanigans-laced treatise on human reproductive culture. You can see the band’s winner of a video for “Omega Supreme” at the bottom of this post, and it should give something of an idea where they’re coming from in terms of point of view, with a robot and a dinosaur and heavy aggro groove and all that fun stuff. I haven’t heard the rest of the record yet, because existentially speaking I’m something of a slouch, but the holidays will be here before you know it. Preorders are already up.

You don’t actually need gods to preorder either. Just PayPal or some such.

I really can’t wait to read the lyrics for this one. From the PR wire:

Molarbear You Will Need Gods

MOLARBEAR – You Will Need Gods

Release Date: December 23rd

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Cursed Monk Records are thrilled to release MOLARBEAR’s sophomore album You will Need Gods on December 23rd.

Since their debut Storklord, Belfast’s MOLARBEAR have become a live favorite all across Ireland with their crushingly heavy, groove laden shows. This year their music video for Omega Supreme was even nominated for an Northern Ireland Music Prize for Video Of The Year.

Big dirty riffs, lots of shouting and also some nice bits, infectious experimental sludge documenting the human experience. you’ll love it.

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Slomatics Announce Album Reissues for Canyons and Future Echo Returns

Posted in Whathaveyou on November 7th, 2022 by JJ Koczan

I’ll be honest with you, I’m just doing myself a favor here. To me, this is just a little bit of time out of my day — surely wretched otherwise — that I get to listen to Slomatics. Yeah, vinyl reissues? That’s cool. You know Burning World does good work, so it’s not gonna be a shitty product, and if you don’t have 2019’s Canyons (review here) or 2016’s Future Echo Returns (review here), surely that’s a thing that can and should be rectified given the opportunity, but, well, I do have those records — CDs, anyhow, which suits me just fine — and I’m perfectly content to put on Canyons for a couple minutes while I put this together.

No, it’s not the most urgent news ever. It’s their two most recent albums being re-pressed on neato-looking vinyl ahead of the band recording their next one. The Belfast-based trio also released a split with Domkraft (review here) in April on Majestic Mountain Records — surely one of 2022’s best short releases — and I was fortunate enough to see them twice in Europe this year, at Freak Valley in Germany (review here) and at Høstsabbat in Norway (review here), where the photo below was taken. They murdered that basement. It was glorious.

They’ve got one more show this year in Iceland on Dec. 2, and aside from starting a GoFundMe to fly in for the night, I sincerely doubt I’ll be there to catch it, but I have every confidence they’ll deliver. I’ve never seen them do otherwise, and I look forward to probably slathering all over their next offering later in 2023 when it comes out.

Most of all, a couple minutes of Canyons made my morning a little better just now, and that’s something I welcome.

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Slomatics (Photo by JJ Koczan)

After being out of print for several years, we are delighted to re-issue both Future Echo Returns and Canyons through the amazing Burning World records. We are stoked to be working with Jurgen again! Both records are available on a choice of colour and splatter vinyl, and both come with the original gatefold sleeves. We are recording our next full album early next year, so now is as good a time as any to re-visit these two!

You can buy as single albums, we’ve also added a few bundle deals on Bandcamp.

Buy directly from us on Bandcamp , we will post worldwide: slomatics.bandcamp.com/merch

There is also Euro distro through Burning World Record website and US distro outside of Bandcamp which might work for folks over here.

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Future Echo Returns US Distro
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Slomatics are:
Marty Harvey – Drums, keys, vocals
Chris Couzens – Guitar
David Majury – Guitar

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Slomtics, Canyons (2019)

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Quarterly Review: Alunah, QAALM, Ambassador Hazy, Spiral Skies, Lament Cityscape, Electric Octopus, Come to Grief, ZOM, MNRVA, Problem With Dragons

Posted in Reviews on June 27th, 2022 by JJ Koczan

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This is the part where I’m supposed to tell you I’m quaking in my flip-flops about doing 100 reviews in the span of two weeks, how worried I am I’ll run out of ways to say something is weird, or psychedelic, or heavy, or whatever. You know what? This time, even with a doublewide Quarterly Review — which means 100 records between now and next Friday — I feel like we got this. It’ll get done. And if it doesn’t? I’ll take an extra day. Who even pretends to give a crap?

I think that’s probably the right idea, so let’s get this show on the road, as my dear wife is fond of saying.

Quarterly Review #1-10:

Alunah, Strange Machine

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Following on from 2019’s Violet Hour (review here), Birmingham’s Alunah offer the nine songs and 42 minutes of Strange Machine on Heavy Psych Sounds. It’s a wonder to think this is the band who a decade ago released White Hoarhound (review here), but of course it’s mostly not. Alunah circa 2022 bring a powerhouse take on classic heavy rock and roll, with Siân Greenaway‘s voice layered out across proto-metallic riffs and occasional nods such as “Fade Into Fantasy” or “Psychedelic Expressway” pulling away from the more straight-ahead punch. One can’t help but be reminded of Black Sabbath with Ronnie James Dio — a different, more progressive and expansive take on the same style they started with — which I guess would make Strange Machine their Mob Rules. They may or may not be the band you expected, but they’re quite a band if you’re willing to give the songs a chance.

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QAALM, Resilience & Despair

QAALM Resilience Despair

Skipping neither the death nor the doom ends of death-doom, Los Angeles-based QAALM make a gruesome and melancholic debut with Resilience & Despair, with a vicious, barking growl up front that reminds of none so much as George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher, but that’s met intermittently with airy stretches of emotionally weighted float led by its two guitars. Across the four-song/69-minute outing, no song is shorter than opener “Reflections Doubt” (14:40), and while that song, “Existence Asunder” (19:35), “Cosmic Descent” (18:23) and “Lurking Death” (17:16) have their more intense moments, the balance of miseries defines the record by its spaciousness and the weight of the chug that offsets. The cello in “Lurking Death” adds fullness to create a Katatonia-style backdrop, but QAALM are altogether more extreme, and whatever lessons they’ve learned from the masters of the form, they’re being put to excruciating use. And the band knows it. Go four minutes into any one of these songs and tell me they’re not having a great time. I dare you.

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Hypaethral Records website

Trepanation Recordings on Bandcamp

 

Ambassador Hazy, The Traveler

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The Traveler is Sterling DeWeese‘s second solo full-length under the banner of Ambassador Hazy behind 2020’s Glacial Erratics (review here) and it invariably brings a more cohesive vision of the bedroom-psychedelic experimentalist songcraft that defined its predecessor. “All We Wanted,” for example, is song enough that it could work in any number of genre contexts, and where “Take the Sour With the Sweet” is unabashed in its alt-universe garage rock ambitions, it remains righteously weird enough to be DeWeese‘s own. Fuller band arrangements on pieces like that or the later “Don’t Smash it to Pieces” reinforce the notion of a solidifying approach, but “Simple Thing” nonetheless manages to come across like Dead Meadow borrowed a drum machine from Godflesh circa 1987. There’s sweetness underlying “Afterglow,” however, and “Percolator,” which may or may not actually have one sampled, is way, way out there, and in no small way The Traveler is about that mix of humanity and creative reaching.

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Spiral Skies, Death is But a Door

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Strange things afoot in Stockholm. Blending classic doom and heavy rock with a clean, clear production, shades of early heavy metal and the odd bit of ’70s folk in the verse of “While the Devil is Asleep,” the five-piece Spiral Skies follow 2018’s Blues for a Dying Planet with Death is But a Door, a collection that swings and grooves and is epic and intimate across its nine songs/43 minutes, a cut like “Somewhere in the Dark” seeming to grow bigger as it moves toward its finish. Five of the nine inclusions make some reference to sleep or the night or darkness — including “Nattmaran” — but one can hardly begrudge Spiral Skies working on a theme when this is the level of the work they’re doing. “The Endless Sea” begins the process of excavating the band’s stylistic niche, and by “Time” and “Mirage” it’s long since uncovered, and the band’s demonstration of nuance, melody and songwriting finds its resolution on closer “Mirror of Illusion,” which touches on psychedelia as if to forewarn the listener of more to come. Familiar, but not quite like anything else.

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Lament Cityscape, A Darker Discharge

Lament Cityscape A Darker Discharge

Almost tragically atmospheric given the moods involved, Wyoming-based industrial metallurgists Lament Cityscape commence the machine-doom of A Darker Discharge following a trilogy of 2020 EPs compiled last year onto CD as Pneumatic Wet. That release was an hour long, this one is 24 minutes, which adds to the intensity somehow of the expression at the behest of David Small (Glacial Tomb, ex-Mountaineer, etc.) and Mike McClatchey (also ex-Mountaineer), the ambience of six-minute centerpiece “Innocence of Shared Experiences” making its way into a willfully grandiose wash after “All These Wires” and “Another Arc” traded off in caustic ’90s-style punishment. “The Under Dark” is a cacophony early and still intense after the fog clears, and it, “Where the Walls Used to Be” and the coursing-till-it-slows-down, gonna-get-noisy “Part of the Mother” form a trilogy of sorts for side B, each feeding into the overarching impression of emotional untetheredness that underscores all that fury.

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Electric Octopus, St. Patrick’s Cough

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You got friends? Me neither. But if we did, and we told them about the wholesome exploratory jams of Belfast trio Electric Octopus, I bet their hypothetical minds would be blown. St. Patrick’s Cough is the latest studio collection from the instrumentalist improv-specialists, and it comes and goes through glimpses of various jams in progress, piecing together across 13 songs and 73 minutes — that’s short for Electric Octopus — that find the chemistry vital as they seamlessly bring together psychedelia, funk, heavy rock, minimalist drone on “Restaurant Banking” and blown-out steel-drum-style island vibes on “A2enmod.” There’s enough ground covered throughout for a good bit of frolicking — and if you’ve never frolicked through an Electric Octopus release, here’s a good place to start — but in smaller experiments like the acoustic slog “You Have to Be Stupid to See That” or the rumbling “Universal Knife” or the shimmering-fuzz-is-this-tuning-up “Town,” it’s only encouraging to see the band continue to try new ideas and push themselves even farther out than they were. For an act who already dwells in the ‘way gone,’ it says something that they’re refusing to rest on their freaked-out laurels.

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Come to Grief, When the World Dies

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Behold, the sludge of death. Maybe it’s not fair to call When the World Dies one of 2022’s best debut albums since Come to Grief is intended as a continuation by guitarist/backing vocalist Terry Savastano (also WarHorse) and drummer Chuck Conlon of the devastation once wrought by Grief, but as they unleash the chestripping “Life’s Curse” and the slow-grind filthy onslaught of “Scum Like You,” who gives a shit? When the World Dies, produced of course by Converge‘s Kurt Ballou at GodCity, spreads aural violence across its 37 minutes with a particular glee, resting only for a breath before meting out the next lurching beating. Jonathan Hébert‘s vocal cords deserve a medal for the brutality they suffer in his screams in the four-minute title-track alone, never mind the grime-encrusted pummel of closer “Death Can’t Come Fast Enough.” Will to abrasion. Will to disturb. Heavy in spirit but so raw in its force that if you even manage to make it that deep you’ve probably already drowned. A biblical-style gnashing of teeth. Fucking madness.

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Translation Loss Records store

 

ZOM, Fear and Failure

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In the works one way or the other since 2020, the sophomore full-length from Pittsburgh heavy rockers ZOM brings straight-ahead classicism with a modernized production vibe, some influence derived from the earlier days of Clutch or The Sword and of course Black Sabbath — looking at you, “Running Man” — but there’s a clarity of purpose behind the material that is ZOM‘s own. They are playing rock for rockers, and are geared more toward revelry than conversion, but there’s no arguing with the solidity of their craft and the meeting of their ambitions. Their last record took them to Iceland, and this one has led them to the UK. Don’t be surprised when ZOM announce an Australian tour one of these days, just because they can, but wherever they go, know what they have the songs on their side to get them there. In terms of style, there’s very little revolutionary about Fear and Failure, but ZOM aren’t trying to revamp what you know of as heavy rock and roll so much as looking to mark their place within it. Listening to the burly chug of “Another Day to Run,” and the conversation the band seems to be having with the more semi-metal moments of Shadow Witch and others, their efforts sound not at all misspent.

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MNRVA, Hollow

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Making their debut through Black Doomba Records, Columbia, South Carolina’s MNRVA recorded the eight-song Hollow in Spring 2019, and one assumes that the three-year delay in releasing is owed at least in to aligning with the label, plus pandemic, plus life happens, and so on. In any case, from “Not the One” onward, their fuzz-coated doom rock reminds of a grittier take on Cathedral, with guitarist Byron Hawk and bassist Kevin Jennings sharing vocal duties effectively while Gina Ercolini drives the march behind them. There’s some shifting in tempo between “Hollow” and a more brash piece like “With Fire” or the somehow-even-noisier-seeming penultimate cut “No Solution,” but the grit there is a feature throughout the album just the same. Their 2019 EP, Black Sky (review here), set them up for this, but only really in hindsight, and one wonders what they may have been up to in the time since putting this collection to tape if this is where they were three years ago. Some of this is straight-up half-speed noise rock riffing and that’s just fine.

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Problem With Dragons, Accelerationist

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The third full-length, Accelerationist, from Easthampton, Massachusetts’ Problem With Dragons is odd and nuanced enough by the time they get to the vocal effects on “Have Mercy, Show Mercy” — unless that’s a tracheostomy thing; robot voice; that’s not the first instance of it — to earn being called progressive, and though their foundation is in more straightforward heavy rock impulses, sludge and fuzz, they’ve been at it for 15 years and have well developed their own approach. Thus “Live by the Sword” opens to set up lumbering pieces like “Astro Magnum” and the finale title-track while “In the Name of His Shadow” tips more toward metal and the seven-minute “Don’t Fail Me” meets its early burl (gets the wurlm?) with airier soloing later on, maximizing the space in the album’s longest track. “A Demon Possessed” and “Dark Times (for Dark Times)” border on doom, but in being part of Problem With Dragons‘ overall pastiche, and in the band’s almost Cynic-al style of melodic singing, they are united with the rest of what surrounds. Some bands, you can just tell when individualism is part of their mission.

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Crypt of the Riff Announces July 1 Lineup

Posted in Whathaveyou on June 1st, 2022 by JJ Koczan

By my count this is the fifth event to take place under the Crypt of the Riff banner, but I’ll readily admit that count could be off, factoring in various lockdowns, expansions and so on. In any case, the Belfast-based all-dayer boasts a range of regional-type acts, with Ten Ton Slug headlining and Soothsayer, Elder Druid, Nømadus and newcomers True Home rounding out.

I guess if you’re not in the area the likelihood of your making it out is probably minimal, but hey, so is mine. Doesn’t mean it’s not worth seeing what’s happening in different places — it’s kind of notable that Ten Ton Slug headline, as far as I’m concerned — and Ireland and Northern Ireland’s heavy underground is emblematic of a lot of scenes around Europe and the US, self-contained and with an identity of its own, but constantly looking outward for inspiration as well. People off the gets-every-tour circuit making it happen for themselves.

Anyhow, that’s my rant. If you’re in Belfast in July, rock and roll. If not, rock and roll anyway, damnit.

From the internet:

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TEN TON SLUG HEADLINE CRYPT OF THE RIFF

Galway’s riff-driven slimy sludgers Ten Ton Slug make their triumphant return to Belfast to headline Crypt of the Riff on Friday 1st July in Voodoo Belfast.

Support on the night includes the return of Cork’s atmospheric doom metal stalwarts Soothsayer, as well as occult-laced riff dealers Elder Druid, groove metallers Nømadus and the Belfast debut of drone metal duo True Home. Stacked bill of riffs & tone.

Friday 1st July 2022
Voodoo Belfast
11A Fountain St, Belfast, BT1 5EA
Doors: 7pm
Tickets: £12 adv // £15 on the door

Headliners Ten Ton Slug make their long-awaited return to Belfast armed with riff-driven sludge and slime. Ough!

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Domkraft & Slomatics to Release Ascend/Descend Split April 22; Premiere “And Yet it Moves”

Posted in audiObelisk, Whathaveyou on February 16th, 2022 by JJ Koczan

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Slomatics (Photo by Gerry Dollso)

Belfast, Northern Ireland’s Slomatics and Stockholm, Sweden’s Domkraft, will release a new split album titled Ascend/Descend on April 22 through Majestic Mountain Records. I wrote the liner notes for it. I was asked to do so, and how could I not? The story goes that the two trios met at Psycho Las Vegas 2017 — in the Before-Time — and hit it off. Which isn’t really much of a surprise. I’ve met these dudes for real life and they’re pretty nice guys. If they can get along with a jerk like me, it’s not really a wonder they’d have an easy time hanging out with each other.

So anyhow, the liner notes thing — easy peasy. Pretty much any day I get to write about Domkraft or Slomatics is a boon, as far as I’m concerned. And they do share some aesthetic tendencies. Big riffs, big spaces, howling vocals. All of that shows up on Ascend/Descend, across six tracks and 36 minutes of dense-tone nod and future-vibing atmospheres. Domkraft get three songs, Slomatics get three songs, and each band finishes their side with a cover of the other. Domkraft take on Slomatics‘ “And Yet it Moves” (premiering below) and Slomatics do Domkraft‘s “Dustrider” — both signature pieces. Both are clearly treated with respect.

After the original “The Core Will Pull You Home” opens by setting the standard for largesse and groove peppered with frenetic, undervalued, psychedelic soloing, Domkraft‘s middle piece, the shorter cover of Stereolab‘s “The Brush Descends the Length” brings a moodier vibe that, Slomatics Domkraft Ascend Descendif they don’t actually put the song on their next record, makes me hope they write another one that happens mysteriously to sound just like it. They back that with the shove of “And Yet it Moves,” the title of which is as efficient a summation of the miracle of Slomatics‘ sound as I’ve ever heard. This massive thing… and yet it moves. Domkraft blow it out, and the effect is, frankly, killer. Their underlying punk-noise spirit comes through the early verses and the midsection crashing, and the open-space payoff for all that tension is raw to a point of well earning its feedback finish.

Already, Ascend/Descend is a no-brainer. Honestly, if it was a standalone EP from either of these bands, as a fan of their work, I’d be on board. New Domkraft? New Slomatics? Win. The latter’s side is a couple minutes shorter, but Slomatics bring out the lumber immediately on “Positive Runes,” and slog-march through the first half of the eight-minute piece with a grueling answer to Domkraft‘s “The Brush Descends the Length,” the slow-rolling movement of its second-half build all the more grandiose for the synth layered in. The shorter “Buried Axes on Regulus Minor” is likewise slow and tense, breaking to near-silence before exploding in chug to carry back to a chorus tinged with classic doom. It’s a relative uptick in tempo that arrives in their version of Domkraft‘s “Dustrider,” but the ambience in the back half, drifting finish and all, keeps consistent with Slomatics‘ own tracks.

These two bands have a fair amount in common, and the Ascend/Descend ideology is emblematic of the dynamic that’s shared between them. I can’t remember if I said that in the liner notes or not. I hope so. In any case, those with the tendency to think of splits as friendly competition between two acts will likely come out of this one stymied. There’s a clear victor here, but if you’re through the release and you think it’s anyone other than you, you need to go back and listen again. Not a hardship.

Pleasure and an honor to premiere Domkraft‘s “And Yet it Moves.” PR wire info and preorder link follow.

Enjoy:

DOMKRAFT and SLOMATICS Join Forces for Split Album on MAJESTIC MOUNTAIN RECORDS

Pre-order – https://majesticmountainrecords.bigcartel.com/product/domkraft-slomatics-ascend-descend

Majestic Mountain Records is thrilled to announce the official release of Ascend/Descend, a brand-new split album from two titans of underground rock industry: Belfast-based bruisers, SLOMATICS, and Stockholm’s psychedelic sludgers, DOMKRAFT.

Having first met at Psycho Las Vegas in 2017, both bands have since developed an unmistakable kinship; a sonic connection carved out over the years through occasional collaborations, shared jam spaces, vested interests, and a profound love of all things heavy. There is no question that in this instance, three is the magic number as both sets of trios enter a trifecta of sizeable trade-off with the help of esteemed Stockholm label, Majestic Mountain Records.

“I’ve followed Domkraft since the release of their self-titled EP in 2015 and have been hooked ever since,” explains MMR’s Marco Berg. “We live in the same city and whenever we would meet up, talk would usually turn to Slomatics. Like Domkraft, they are legends, so to finally be able to do something special together, on my label, is an absolute dream come true.”

Make no mistake that Ascend/Descend is an incredibly gargantuan sounding album on all fronts. As well as blazing a trail with plenty of crushing new material, each has a stab at the other’s work with Domkraft covering Slomatics’ ‘And Yet It Moves’, and Slomatics returning the riffs with a searing cover of Domkraft’s splendid ‘Dustrider’.

Despite their inherent differences in terms of style and approach, what Ascend/Descend showcases is a deep reverence and platonic power. There’s something almost palpable that permeates the grooves. If you dig the cosmic dirges of Domkraft, you’re going to freak. If you choose to worship at the altar of Slomatics, strap yourselves in. If you’re truly in thrall to both bands, well, this is where things are going to get interesting.

Ascend/Descend is released 22nd April 2022 on Majestic Mountain Records.

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