Hailing from Nanchang, China is Black Kirin. Black Kirin is a symphonic folk black death metal band. It’s a mouthful I know, but with everything they use at their disposal they make their first full length National Trauma quite the album to behold. Not only do they incorporate black metal, folk and death metal into their music but they also throw in operatic elements as well that fit seamlessly into the music. As far as debut full lengths go, there isn’t much that these guys could have done to make it any better. The music is tight and well crafted and the entire album flows incredibly well together. There isn’t anything that seems to be out of place or that sounds odd or off putting within the album. Each of the numerous elements that Black Kirin uses fit so well together and the end result is one cohesive album that moves like a black metal force all in the same direction. Not only does Black Kirin do justice by the metal community for pumping out an original and very heavy sound, but they also do justice by their culture by adding in those folk elements and traditional Chinese music. The way that they incorporate traditional folk music makes for beautiful atmosphere and paints great soundscapes. Whether you are getting black metal blasphemy or more of the folk side of the music, it is undeniable that the amount of atmosphere in this album cannot be overlooked. The sheer amount of atmosphere and feeling that riddles this album is palpable and a welcome sound as it creates soundscapes that are explorable and immersive. On the flip side of the heavy metal token and paired with the atmosphere of course is the deafening blackened death metal. Once Black Kirin kicks into gear and lets the beast out of the cage, the blackened death rage roams free and goes on a blasphemous rampage. The music is blistering and very technical. The riffs are savage and dance around your head and neck slicing and cutting you as the drums pummel and kick you square in the chest. The bass rumbles in the background and the vocals switch between traditional black metal raspy screams to more of the gravely death metal roar. Coupled with these vocals are the operatic vocals that take place in the background more often than not and are a nice addition to the album. The overall sound of National Trauma is unique and a very interesting listen. The nine songs present on this album are long but you never once feel like it is a chore to listen. National Trauma is a great listen, one that is diverse and will be listened to more than once as the listen counts will and should skyrocket.
A lot of the time when you see a cover that is colorful, what you get inside is also just as colorful. With Horns & Hooves and their three track release Consecrate The Marrow that proves to be true. These blasphemers hail from Brooklyn, New York but sound like something that should be coming from Norway or Iceland. The music that Horns & Hooves plays is in the traditional black metal vein and through three songs what you get is purely blasphemous and purely blackened and cold black metal. You end up subjecting yourself to blistering and chaotic black metal that turns you soul as dark as coal and turns your heart into a sickening black color. Being only three songs long this duo from New York throws as much metal at you as possible and believe me, it is quite a bit of metal to handle. Once the release begins, blackened blistering hell fire shoots from your speakers only to singe and scorch your skin. This is the first offering from these gents and this offering is purely evil and filled with hate and aggression, just the way traditional black metal should be. What you also get within this three track release is pure unrelenting metal as none of the songs lay off the gas not even for a moment. Right from the get go, Horns & Hooves come thrashing out of the bowels of hell and don’t stop until Satan is appeased. Each of the three songs is thrashing and hissing madness. The musicianship is just as violent as the lyrics, and upon listening you end up festering in flames and scorching in hell fire. Consecrate The Marrow is riddled with cold and devastating riffs, writhing tumultuous drums, a thick bass and screams that sound like they were recorded in hell itself. Consecrate The Marrow is a wicked good time and once you listen a wicked smile appears on your face as Satan arises from below right before you. This release is tailored for anyone who is a fan of raw traditional black metal, and this will sit well on your shelf next to your other black metal releases.
The dirtier and grimier the better are words that Oregonians Lung Molde seem to live by. Their self titled is a dirge of grime filled depressive music. The entire listen is a slow burning nihilistic sound that is just as infectious as it is damaging. Lung Molde is incredibly heavy, and while listening you feel as though a sledgehammer smashed you in the ribs. Each song is riddled with fuzz and crushing buzzing. Once you get trapped inside of the fuzz there is no possible way to find your way out. What ends up settling in once you begin your trek through the dark and dreary passage ways of this release is damaging and psychotic depression. A dark cloud ends up forming over your head dumping hot acid rain on you skewing your reality and distorting your perspective on life. Soon the light begins to fade from your eyes and you can only see the darkness and what the world has come to. Each song is a rolling mass of dark depression that sucks you and won’t release you until you feel just as miserable. For the entirety of this release you feel trapped in your own mind sulking and tearing away at your own sanity. The six track album hisses and spits venom corroding your flesh and eating away at your bones exposing marrow. Each song is long of course, which gives Lung Molde plenty of time to cloud your mind with depressive and evil thoughts. They invade your psyche with buzzing burning riffs, obese bass lines, pounding rhythmic drums and vocals that are unearthly. The only way to scrape the evil doom slugs that infect your mind is to in fact listen to something that is of equal lurking evil and depression. There isn’t anything pretty about this record, and if you are looking for a smooth doom ride this isn’t it. This release is bumpy, buzzing and lined with incredible amounts of fuzz. This is a release for the nihilist, and for the doom aficionado. Listen with caution as you may not come out of a depressive funk.
Swedish riff slingers Dethrone come barreling into the new year with their newest offering titled Incinerate All, and really that’s exactly what they do. With their fused brand of death and thrash metal it’s hard to keep your face for very long as it gets shredded off within minutes of listening. Every song is just a writhing mass of fiery metal that has no problems with provoking mosh pits and stoking the fire that they so promptly start. With all of the headbanging goodness that is present within this release as well, it is hard to keep all of your brain cells as you smash your squishy brain against the bone cage in which it is kept. Played at speeds that break sound barriers, Dethrone aim for destruction and achieve that within minutes of the opening track and never back down for even a minute. There isn’t any breathing room in this album either, as suffocating metal rains down upon you like acid rain. This ten track offering is metal madness in its peak form as you go from one level of blistering speed to the next and the speed never plateaus as it just escalates until it breaks into the stratosphere. As mentioned, Dethrone are riff slingers, and what gets ladled right onto your thick skull is exactly that. You get a heavy dose of savage barbaric riffs injected straight into your veins. And as if that weren’t enough the drums blast and rip their way through your ear drums as the bass smashes what is left of your face. The vocals supplied are throat ripping and feel as though they are screamed right into your face from two inches away. If Dethrone tried to make this new release any more brutalizing and barbaric than it already is, it would be hard to imagine what that would be like. To prepare for this listening adventure, what you need to do is strap yourself in and hold on tight, and even if you do that I can’t guarantee that your bowels won’t turn to paste. Incinerate All does in fact incinerate everything and everyone and incites a headbanging fervor inside of you that just cannot be stopped or calmed. This release is a hell of a head smasher which is just the way death and thrash should be. Congrats Dethrone, I may now have permanent brain damage from all of the headbanging that ensued upon listening.
That concludes Monday Morning Mayhem. Enjoy your chaos and mayhem responsibly!