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Taiwanese freedom fighters CHTHONIC, long standing as Asia’s answer to EMPEROR and SATYRICON, have organically refined their folk-decorated brand of extreme metal over the years. As of their previous album “Takasago Army”, CHTHONIC has become a far more theatrical and emotive unit in their mission to cast light upon acts of barbarism committed within their native land. Their customary gusts of weeping ehru, koto and shamisen ground what expectedly unravels into some of the fastest and most articulate metal music on the planet.

“Bú-Tik”, the group’s seventh album, runs like a berserker on the heels of “Takasago Army” and even its predecessor “Mirror of Retribution”‘s melodious aggression. More so, it taps back into the pummeling ferocity of “Seedig Bale” and the nastier cuts of “Relentless Recurrence”. This time, however, CHTHONIC‘s trials between black and power metal modes have been tested and the ghoul paint has been nixed in favor of a more metal militant exterior. Accordingly, “Bú-Tik” is not only battle ready, it’s the perfect storm of enmity and majesty.

Recounting the 228 Massacre, a torrential Taiwanese uprising against Chinese aggressors, “Bú-Tik” corrals the event’s vengeance with far more conviction than your standard rain of black metal hellfire. “Bú-Tik” whisks its audience not only into the violent maw of the 228 Massacre, but, as the band themselves describe it, back to gory themes from their previous four albums.

Capitalizing upon an efficient forty minutes filled with tireless velocity and spellbinding signature changes, “Bú-Tik” cajoles listeners’ sympathies despite the brute ugliness serving as the foundation of the album. Virtuosity rules alongside “Bú-Tik”‘s unstoppable harshness and CHTHONIC pushes their global outcry for justice onto a blistering yet extravagant platform. “Bú-Tik” will devastate newcomers and affirm to the band’s ever-growing legion that each previous album they’ve recorded has led to this, a surefire masterpiece.

Opened and closed with a Taiwanese kindred of Japanese taiko, war drums surge along with a cinematic synth score on “Arising Armament” and come to a close applied to a solemn pgaki flute. All moments between are played in the key of chaos. Endless speed careens through “Sail Into the Sunset’s Fire”, “Next Republic”, “Rage of My Sword”, “Resurrection Pyre” and so forth. You’ll seldom breathe easy on this feverish ride.

While blaring synths largely accented the uncaged fury of CHTHONIC‘s earlier works, an entire arsenal of traditional and electronic instruments beautify the quick wristed shredding of Jesse Liu, the compact bass lines of Doris Yeh, the curling rips and rolls of Dani Wang and of course, the primal yelps of Freddy Lim. With all of the senses-splicing tempo changes on “Resurrection Pyre”, the combination of natural instrumentation plus CJ Kao‘s keys and samples turns a blazing monster of a track into a mini metal opera. Subsequently, “Set Fire to the Island” grows even more expressive with wallowing ehru lines and ghostly female background vocals augmenting the track’s strenuous pace.

As Chair of the Taiwanese branch of Amnesty International, Freddy Lim‘s rampant and broad-ranged rasps bears the sanguinary history of his country. He never fails to pour every swollen ounce of angst he harbors out of his esophagus, thus “Bú-Tik” is as much his triumph as his cohorts’.

CHTHONIC has proven themselves true to their own cause and should anyone have been worried that that the corroding brutality of “Seedig Bale” has been relegated to the past, then “Bú-Tik” will dissolve those notions. This is a far better album in every dimension. The few moments “Bú-Tik” allows itself to slow down, there is still intensity and stateliness, as “Defenders of Butik Palace” reveals in the powerful final sections that range between mid-tempo stomps and explosive grinds. All heaped with senses-colliding supplementation shoved into every cranny CHTHONIC can dig into. The coda of “Defenders of Butik Palace” is one of the most breathtaking moments you’ll hear in metal all year. As if the splendor woven into the midst of “Between Silence and Death”‘s broiling triplicates wasn’t magnificent enough.

If there’s a better metal album yet to come in 2013, bring it on.

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Killswitch Engage: back on form

Killswitch Engage back with Jesse Leach: Potentially mindblowing or just a bit overblown? We sent Stephen Hill to London’s Shepherd’s Bush Empire to see metalcore’s biggest ever band throw down like it was 2002.

The amount of gigs that have been tagged “highly anticipated” recently is pretty ridiculous, but it’s worth repeating in this case. In fact, tonight takes the idea of high anticipation and cranks it up several notches. There are people in here literally acting like children on Christmas morning, jumping about, squeaking, yelping and, one bloke, just taking his clothes off and shouting “JESSE” over and over again to anyone and everyone that comes near him. That’s right, Killswitch Engage are back, and folks seem pretty happy about it.

You wouldn’t envy the support acts on this occasion – a partisan crowd usually have very little time for such trifling matters as discovering new bands. Unfortunately, grumpy security and mental naked screaming people delay Hammer enough to miss openers Heartist. Luckily we make it in time to watch Sylosis turn an inpatient crowd into a Sylosis crowd in forty minutes of thrilling modern thrash. The Reading four-piece have always written excellent music, but now they have a live show that can stand shoulder to shoulder with their impressive back catalogue. Increased confidence, constant touring, an arsenal bolstered by cuts from their awesome Monolith record and some migraine inducing technical chops have made them the Brit metal band to beat.

No one could upstage Killswitch Engage tonight, though. You suspect that even if Helen Mirren dressed as the Queen bowled onstage and unleashed her potty mouth she’d get a short shrift from everyone in attendance. From the moment Jesse Leach walks onstage for his first ever UK headlining show fronting the band there was never any doubt that this was going to be special. Opener The Hell In Me, from return to form album Disarm The Descent, is greeted like an age-old anthem, and when they start playing ACTUAL anthems like A Bid Farewell and Numbered Days the venue is in danger of being crushed under the weight of 2000 rabid metallers going absolutely balls-out mental.

For those who felt cheated by some of Howard Jones’ more lacklustre performances toward the end of his tenure in the band, Jesse is a breath of fresh air. He looks thrilled to be back and delivers every line with a conviction and a gravitas that had been lacking in recent years. You almost forget how many killer songs this band have; The Rose Of Sharyn, This Is Absolution, The End Of Heartache and the inevitable and stunning closer My Last Serenade. This is a band with a pedigree that only a few of their peers can match. Every time you think they’ve peaked, another stunner comes hurtling into view. Killswitch Engage truly live up to the anticipation, you best be excited when they return… Just try to keep your clothes on, eh?

Killswitch Engage headline Hevy in August

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Killswitch Engage: back on form

Killswitch Engage back with Jesse Leach: Potentially mindblowing or just a bit overblown? We sent Stephen Hill to London’s Shepherd’s Bush Empire to see metalcore’s biggest ever band throw down like it was 2002.

The amount of gigs that have been tagged “highly anticipated” recently is pretty ridiculous, but it’s worth repeating in this case. In fact, tonight takes the idea of high anticipation and cranks it up several notches. There are people in here literally acting like children on Christmas morning, jumping about, squeaking, yelping and, one bloke, just taking his clothes off and shouting “JESSE” over and over again to anyone and everyone that comes near him. That’s right, Killswitch Engage are back, and folks seem pretty happy about it.

You wouldn’t envy the support acts on this occasion – a partisan crowd usually have very little time for such trifling matters as discovering new bands. Unfortunately, grumpy security and mental naked screaming people delay Hammer enough to miss openers Heartist. Luckily we make it in time to watch Sylosis turn an inpatient crowd into a Sylosis crowd in forty minutes of thrilling modern thrash. The Reading four-piece have always written excellent music, but now they have a live show that can stand shoulder to shoulder with their impressive back catalogue. Increased confidence, constant touring, an arsenal bolstered by cuts from their awesome Monolith record and some migraine inducing technical chops have made them the Brit metal band to beat.

No one could upstage Killswitch Engage tonight, though. You suspect that even if Helen Mirren dressed as the Queen bowled onstage and unleashed her potty mouth she’d get a short shrift from everyone in attendance. From the moment Jesse Leach walks onstage for his first ever UK headlining show fronting the band there was never any doubt that this was going to be special. Opener The Hell In Me, from return to form album Disarm The Descent, is greeted like an age-old anthem, and when they start playing ACTUAL anthems like A Bid Farewell and Numbered Days the venue is in danger of being crushed under the weight of 2000 rabid metallers going absolutely balls-out mental.

For those who felt cheated by some of Howard Jones’ more lacklustre performances toward the end of his tenure in the band, Jesse is a breath of fresh air. He looks thrilled to be back and delivers every line with a conviction and a gravitas that had been lacking in recent years. You almost forget how many killer songs this band have; The Rose Of Sharyn, This Is Absolution, The End Of Heartache and the inevitable and stunning closer My Last Serenade. This is a band with a pedigree that only a few of their peers can match. Every time you think they’ve peaked, another stunner comes hurtling into view. Killswitch Engage truly live up to the anticipation, you best be excited when they return… Just try to keep your clothes on, eh?

Killswitch Engage headline Hevy in August

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                     Chapter 6, Saved by Zero
 

Let me move straight to the 9:00 a.m. office meeting since you undoubtedly already have a picture inside your mind of the wrinkled, slightly funky wardrobe that added to my rumpled appearance.  I’d downed two cups of coffee from the office Keurig, the last ones I’d ever consume there, but really it was winding thoughts of Allana that kept my thrusters going.  I was in as pleasant a mood as you could be, at least for the first forty-minutes of the day before an interoffice email blast summoned the entire staff together in the executive conference room.

The meeting room was the length of two presidential suites, and it could feel intimidating (or welcoming if grandiose is your style) even under normal circumstances.  A lot of major commercial deals had gone down in it and even a handful of press conferences over the years.  Yet for its intended swagger, it was nowhere near enough to gather a hundred-fifty-plus people comfortably, not for what would be the final assemblage of First Federal of Baltimore as we knew it.

I’ll skip Chuck Vaughn’s awkward preamble and vain attempt to patch our spirits in advance of his bad news.  If you’ve ever experienced a layoff, you know what I’m talking about that an overhead view of the proceedings reveals far more squeamishness from the deliverer of the death stroke than the recipients.  Chuck’s pale, sweaty skin told me he’d probably puked before calling everyone together and I sort of felt bad for him.  Then again, I looked beneath the cherry wood conference table that seemed to stretch ad infinitum and tried not to laugh at the joke I’d told Allana about being a master of duck and cover. 

In some ways, I welcomed the termination that came since hunky dory was the most exuberant I ever felt working there, but I also knew that I was suddenly in a precarious position after having thrown down at my wife by staying out all night.  By such actions, I’d declared open war on our marriage.  I knew Allana was someone I wanted to know deeper and to hopefully begin a relationship with.  With no job, however, I wasn’t in much of a position to follow through on my tailspun emotions, the most dizzying being those which pestered me to be rid of Donna. 

At least for a few lingering moments as everyone skulked out of the conference room with shattered expressions and crimson, tear-slicked cheeks, I felt every bit as defeated as my former co-workers did.  To his credit, Chuck was man enough to stand in there and shake hands, give out hugs and offer his apologies now that First Federal of Baltimore was going to become Buckley Savings & Loan without the majority of its principals.  Chuck would be staying on with Buckley to oversee the transition of the teller lines on the main level and to act as the nucleus of public relations for the Baltimore market on behalf of his new sovereigns.  He got to keep his title but I’m not quite sure he kept all of his pride.  I once passed him on the street at a later point when my life had been further shaken to the core and Chuck looked even worse than I did.

Without thinking, I sent Allana a text message to pass along my news while I packed up.  I never made the attempt to reach Donna since my anxiety at facing her was growing at a rapid pace.  I was going to have to explain my actions of the night before, but now I had to tell her I was unemployed once again on top of it.  As nauseous as I felt then, it was a mere tummy tickle compared to what I was going to face down the road.

Allana responded faster than I expected her to.

“I’m sorry to hear it.  I’ll see if my boss knows of any opportunities out there.  If you find yourself heading towards home in the lunch hours, I’d be happy to meet up with you.  If you have one handy, bring a resume.” 

As duplicitous as I no doubt sound, I found a box of paper near one of the copiers and emptied the last two reams from its cardboard case onto the floor, then packed my belongings into it.  I did this with an unexpected grin on my face.  Selfish, perhaps, I was oblivious to the stupefied sadness and seething resentment all around me.  People were exchanging their email addresses and cell numbers and embracing one another in the midst of this corporate holocaust.  To me, it had become something of a perverse routine made easier this time knowing that I could see Allana again.  Besides, I didn’t really have any close friends at First Federal, no one beyond those people I was only cordial with or whom I’d shared inconsequential blathering with in the break room.  It was never what I considered a very social atmosphere to begin with, not unless you held a title.  In the endgame phase of their takeover, though, Buckley Savings & Loan had proven that titles got you out the door as fast as everyone else save for Chuck and his superiors.

I’m glad I’d texted Allana even though I wouldn’t keep our unconfirmed lunch appointment.  By then, I would be too shell-shocked and startled beyond mention to see her.  If I hadn’t sent the text, Allana might’ve misconstrued my absence that afternoon as a change of heart.  I would soon need her, particularly once I arrived at my truck and found my wife sitting in the passenger seat.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed when I’d opened the driver’s side door and found Donna’s glaring pupils from the opposite end.  I cursed myself for having made her a copy of the key to the truck.  I cursed myself for a lot of things right then and there that applied to Donna.

 “You didn’t answer my calls,” she began with a low rumble.  “You didn’t respond to my texts, either.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, as if I had the right to any entitlement.  This was a side I never knew existed in Donna, but I’d now been introduced the to the stalker part in her and frankly, I felt terrorized as much as I felt violated.  “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I have the leave,” she snarled.  “You bastard.”

“I can’t do this right now, Donna,” I said in retreat mode, holding onto my box of stuff with a tighter grip than I might’ve otherwise.  I hadn’t climbed into the truck, nor was I going to with her still inside.

“Get in, you coward,” Donna fumed at a louder pitch.

“We’re not doing this now,” I said through my teeth.  “As you can see, I no longer work here.  I’d like to go sulk in private for a few hours before I take you on.”

No shit you no longer work here!  They announced on the 11:00 news last night your bank was officially merged.  You would’ve known about it if you’d have bothered to come home!  I took a good guess you’d be leaving the office early today.  When it comes to you and jobs, I always expect the worst.  Of all the unstable professions you could’ve chosen…”

“Get bent, Donna!” I yelled, caring nothing about the dumbstruck stragglers who’d been my co-workers moping towards their cars in the garage. 

“Randy, I was sick worrying about you all night!  I was about to call the cops since I thought something serious had happened to you!   Why couldn’t you call me back?   I lost an entire night’s sleep over you!  Caitlin’s scared, too, you thoughtless prick!”

“Donna, you’ve already crossed the line.  This,I don’t know what to call it.  If you’re off from work today, then go hire a lawyer if you can find one who works cheap.”

“What are you saying?” Donna said in a challenging, even louder tone.

“I want out.”

“What?!?” she screeched at such a high timbre a few people looked overtop the roofs of their cars to see what was going on.  “I’m sorry for hitting you the night before, but…”      

“But nothing!” I shouted.  “You want to make a big scene right here and right now?  Okay, then!  I’m sick of your abuse and I want a divorce!” 

“Oh, how dare you…” Donna whispered, then her face flushed into a rage that she unleashed out of my truck.  Her projection punctured the industrial choke inside the garage and reverberated like a hundred rimshots as one.  You’re sick of my abuse?  Forget how you’ve all but abandoned me and Caitlin!  I haven’t had a husband in who knows when and she sure as hell hasn’t had a daddy, not one who gives much of a damn about her!”

“Then we having nothing to salvage, do we?” I taunted her.  “You went too far the other night and I’m not taking…”

“I said I was sorry!” Donna screamed. 

“I’m going to call Vince and see if I can shack up with him awhile.  When we both calm down, then we can…”

“You worm!” she interrupted me.  “You have no job and you have the balls to drop a bomb on me like this?  Who the fuck do you think you are, Randy Schofield?”

“Get out of my truck,” I ordered, again through my teeth.

“I can reach you at Vince’s then, you’re telling me?”

“With any luck.”

“Yeah?  Well good luck with that, honey.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

As if I hadn’t been caught off guard enough finding my wife sitting inside my truck, she rattled off a jagged laugh that spooked me.  Given everything that’s happened since, I can only say it was manifested by pure evil. 

“You can give Vince my love and give him this message specifically:  Vertical is much better.  He’ll know what that means.”

“Excuse me?” I quipped, feeling my guts twist and churn like they were rolling overtop a broiling spit.

“When you’re over yourself, Randy, you call me.  If you want a battle, I’ll give you one, but I’d prefer to avoid that.  I know you’re upset with me and you just lost your job.  You’re not thinking straight, but Caitlin wants her daddy and I want the man I married.”

I don’t want the man you married,” I said flatly.  “I just want you to get out.”

For a moment, Donna actually looked wounded.  Her eyes filled up and she batted at them before she could let loose in front of me. 

I hadn’t seen my wife cry in a few years and she could whirl a good one when she wanted to.  There was the first time she’d watched the outrage of Debra Winger’s youngest son upon delivering the news of her death sentence in Terms of Endearment.  Donna had wept for half an hour straight after the final credits rolled.  It’s probably pointless to bring up the near-nightly sobfests I endured during our failed conception measures.  At her father’s funeral, Donna could only muster up a typhoon of heavy sighs at his wake, but then she’d fallen to her knees and sieved out her anguish noisily as his casket was lowered into the ground.  It was one of the few moments I’ve ever truly sympathized with her, especially since I had no idea if my own father was alive or not.

The sudden finality of my marriage ushered a hurricane around my heart, as Steve Winwood once waxed in Traffic.  I knew right then and there I was going to be with Allana, however long it took.  I also knew Donna suspected I’d been in the company of another woman last night, given the way her moist eyes squinted with suspicion.  My doings with Allana had been innocent, but they wouldn’t be for much longer.

“It’s on, then,” Donna said as she opened the passenger door to slide out.  She slammed the truck door, which rang off like cannonade inside of the echo chamber of the parking garage. 

“Just go,” I said, still holding onto that box like it gave me temporary security. The funny part is I ended up pitching the whole damn thing out in a dumpster later in the day since they were reminders of a past life I suddenly found inapplicable. The only item I regret losing in my hasty castoff was the plastic Godzilla figure I’d forgotten was in there by the time I threw the infernal junk into the dumpster with every ounce of hatred I had. As you’ll soon learn, I had a good reason to be so angry and it had nothing to do with losing my job.

“See you when I see you, husband,” Donna called out as she clomped away towards the stairwell.

Cars were crawling by with people I’d never see again.  They looked absolutely pitiful.   In due time, I’d look more pitiful than them.

             (c) 2009 – 2013 Ray Van Horn, Jr.

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Oslo, Norway’s brutal punk quartet Okkultokrati has completed newest studio full-length release, “Snakereigns,” and plan on jamming it into humankind’s back like a rusty prison shank this Fall.
BrooklynVegan today unleash the opening track from “Snakereigns,” aptly entitled “No Ouroboros,” so quit dicking around and give it a spin right here or in the player available below. The following press release was also issued about the album:

“Building their anthems on straightforward punk beats with the filth of unholy black n’ roll running through their veins, Okkultokrati proudly let their influences from the masters of the genre bleed through, yet their spine-crushing anthems speak for themselves with unique guitar atmospheres and a mix of high/low-end riffage busting through the thunderous percussion and gnarled vocals. As part of the infamous Black Hole Crew scene, their local nihilistic brethren in Obliteration, Haust, Dark Times and a handful of other local henchmen remain their only comrades, purposely.

“Snakereigns follows-up the band’s No Light For Mass debut album, released amidst a handful of EPs, demos and split releases since their filthy 2008 induction. While their first album was produced by Haust’s Ruben Willem, Okkultokrati asked Emil Nikolaisen of Serena Maneesh to record the follow-up.”

“The recording was pretty much just a matter of getting mikes and valves on fire” Emil comments. “Just with one guitar down Okkulto sounded huge.” Nearly forty minutes of the band’s putrid style seep through nine new tracks, set to be released worldwide via hometown label Fysisk Format, in Europe on October 22nd and in North America October 30th. The track listing is:

1. No Ouroboros
2. Snakereigns
3. Invisible Ley
4. I Thought Of Demons
5. Acid Eagle One
6. Unconscious Mind
7. We So Heavy
8. Let the Sun Receive Her King
9. Nothing Awaits

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“Scorned,” the second studio full-length from Polish death metal assassins Masachist, is out now worldwide via Selfmadegod Records. The full album is now available online for streaming via Stereokiller here. The following press release was issued about the album:

“A collective featuring the warmongering talents of Thrufel (ex-Azarath, ex-Yattering), Daray (Dimmu Borgir, ex-Vader, Vesania), Heinrich (Vesania, ex-Decapitated, ex-UnSun), Aro (Shadows Land, Torquemada) and Pig (Anal Stench, ex-Decapitated), Masachist will infiltrate the diehards of the extreme metal world with this new album. Recorded at Monroe Sound Studio (Vesania, Disloyal, Shadows Land, Manslaughter) and mixed by guitarist Aro, Scorned torches anything in earshot with forty minutes of crushing, mangled death metal over nine anthems of revulsion.”

The track listing is:

1. Drilling the Nerves
2. The Process of Elimination
3. Straight and Narrow Path
4. Manifesto (100% D.M.K.M)
5. Higher Authority
6. Opposing Normality
7. Liberation
8. Liberation part II
9. Inner Void

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Bloodstock 2012

Nile stroll onto the Bloodstock Main Stage to the kind of reception only afforded to the very legends of our world. This is brutal death metal played with devastating accuracy and the crowd fucking love it, lapping up riff after riff, and perhaps most of all: the relentless blastbeat precision of George Kollias behind the kit. For the next forty minutes, the masses are locked into a deep trance of ear-melting carnage that is brimming with Egyptian mysticism.

It doesn’t take long for The Black Dahlia Murder to convince any doubters that they are indeed the real deal and easily one of the heaviest bands on today’s lineup. Trevor Strnad is a man possessed – dominating every corner of the stage with devilish conviction as well as a massive grin on his face. The Michigan quintet definitely earn themselves some new fans today and prove exactly how exciting heavy fucking metal can get in the modern age.

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Founding Neurosis guitarist/vocalist Scott Kelly is preparing to release his new solo album in North America via Neurot Records on August 14th.

The past two years have seen Scott Kelly touring across three continents, besides recording for and releasing a split 7? with Wino and the most recent Songs of Townes Van Zandt tribute album with Wino and fellow Neurosis mate Steve Von Till. The following press release was issued about the album:

“The new full-length sees Kellyonce again digging deep into very personal territories as on his previous solo works including his lauded Spirit Bound Flesh and The Wake, yet forges a brand new path as fellow musicians Noah Landis (Neurosis) and Greg Dale join this new venture as Scott Kelly And The Road Home. Jason Roeder (Neurosis, Sleep) and Josh Graham (A Storm Of Light) make guest appearances on the album’s seventh track ‘The Field That Surrounds Me’ and the cover art for the album was completed by Thomas Hooper.

“The eight tracks found on the new opus, entitled The Forgiven Ghost In Me, was recorded by Landis, and runs deep with over forty minutes of foreboding Americana over eight new anthems, showcasing the ever-evolving artist brandishing some of his most expressive hymns of pain, reflection and redemption to date.”

Stated Scott Kelly on the album: “This record continues my passion for acoustic experimentation, this time with a more fleshed out sound and a more diverse use of musicians and instrumentation. But in the end, as I have stated before, this is all about the songs in their rawest form. The stories that they reveal and the emotions that run rampant through my heart.”

The track listing is as follows:

1. A Spirit Redeemed To The Sun
2. The Forgiven Ghost In Me
3. In The Waking Hours
4. Within It Blood
5. We Let The Hell Come
6. The Sun Is Dreaming In The Soul
7. The Field That Surrounds Me
8. We Burn Through The Night

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Polish metallers Saratan have inked a new record deal with Massacre Records. The band’s third album, entitled “Martya Xwar” will be released worldwide this coming November 23rd, 2012. Saratan also commented on the upcoming release:

“‘Martya Xwar’ is about forty minutes of apocalyptic death – thrash metal, full of oriental and classical ornaments. Ethnic music, occultism and orchestrations are the main focus on this album. ‘Martya Xwar’ was recorded over the course of five months in five recording studios in Polnad and Germany – it was mixed and mastered by V. Santura (Triptykon, Dark Fortress, Celtic Frost) at Woodshed Studio.

“Cover design and artwork are created by Michal ‘Xaay’ Loranc (Nile, Kamelot). More information about the band can be found at Facebook.”

Additional details on the upcoming album will be announced as they are made available.

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Seattle’s monolithic death-tinged doom band Anhedonist will be unleashing their debut this Spring on Dark Descent Records. Entitled “Netherwards,” this album features over forty minutes of doom sliced up into four epic tracks. Dark Descent will be releasing “Netherwards” in May of 2012. Check out a video upload of one of Anhedonist’s older songs, “The Insatiable Hole,” after the jump.

Saturnine
Estrangement
Carne Liberatus
Inherent Opprobrium

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