Imperial Triumphant are a New York based experimental black metal trio who have been making waves this year in the heavy music circuit with their third full length album, Vile Luxury. It’s a testament to their home city, a statement about New York’s dichotomy between lavish wealth and opulence and disgusting underbelly co-existing together. Get it? Vile Luxury? I thought it was pretty clever.
I’ve mentioned before on this blog how I feel about albums with long run times. Sometimes they’re great, and sometimes they begin to push their luck. Usually the first thing you see when you fire up an album is how long it’s runtime is, how many songs there are, and how long each of the songs are. I don’t have the greatest attention span, so albums over 45 minutes are usually a struggle with me to complete in one sitting. I’m also big on trying to get into the mood or atmosphere of an album, so I try my best to listen to albums all the way through, front-to-back on the first time I take a crack at them. It’s a weird issue, but it’s how my brain works, for better or worse. Vile Luxury clocks in at just under an hour, and is bookended by a couple quick tunes dancing around the six minute mark. Yes, you read that right. The head and tail of this beast are dwarfed by a monolithic block of eight and nine minute songs in the middle. I’m not even a big black metal fan. What the hell have I gotten myself in to?
Apparently, this is just a death metal blog now. It isn’t, I’m just on a roll listening to music and have been falling further and further behind in my movie watching. Oops.
Necrot is a relatively new death metal band, having formed in 2011 with a handful of demos brought together into a compilation released in 2016. Last year, they finally released their first, bloody slab of a full length titled Blood Offerings on Tankcrimes Records. While they seemed to bubble under the surface of death metal for so many years, with Blood Offerings, they’ve emerged from the primitive swamp to lay one foot firmly into the headbanging public’s eyes.
I’ve been further outside the world of death metal this year than I’d like to be, and have kind of succumbed to the massive revival of OSDM (Old School Death Metal for you young metalheads, and Heavy Screamy Growly Cookie Monster Music for you normies) craze that has swept through everyone’s most spun metal records. Now, don’t get me wrong. OSDM fuckin’ rules, and many of the revival bands are killing it, just like their predecessors. One look at Toronto’s very own Tomb Mold and their unholy offering from this year, Manor of Infinite Forms, will tell you OSDM ain’t just for curmudgeony grandpas anymore. But alas, I’m not here right now to talk about OSDM, but new death metal. Music that doesn’t just rehash what happened in 1991, but builds on everything that’s happened to death metal in the past few decades and then pushes it forwards even more. And I’m not just talking about heaviness, technicality, and speed. Bands have already seen those to their mindbending apices. We’ve maxed out to nearly the human limit on those elements of heavy music and now in a post-maximal world of death metal, you can’t really objectively compare bands on speed, technicality, and heaviness.
All that’s left to push is songwriting and creativity. How exciting is that?
More death metal, because why not. Except this time unlike Dechristianize this is a new album, and you’ve been sleeping on it. Let’s get slammin’ with the most 80’s Satanic panic D&D sounding band of 2018, Ritual Necromancy. These fine folks are a doomy, gloomy, buried in a tomby death band who have signed to the excellent Dark Descent Records (seriously, their lineup is nothing to scoff at), and have just put out their second full length. Unfortunately I haven’t heard their first album Oath of the Abyss, but the general consensus across the web is that Disinterred Horror is superior in every way so I’m happy living out my life without making that album a priority. First off, so we’re all on the same page (and totally not because I don’t know words very well), disinterred is defined as:
past tense: disinterred; past participle: disinterred
dig up (something that has been buried, especially a corpse).
synonyms: exhume, unearth, disentomb
So considering that those synonyms are all names of other metal bands, calling your album Disinterred Horror is fuckin’ primo in my books. Let’s hope the music holds up to the arbitrary expectations I’ve built up in my head because of the title. (more…)
“Wait, this this isn’t a movie”, I hear you mumble, half-drunk on a Sunday night (why else would you be reading this?). Why you’re right, dear reader. But, the joke’s on you, I’ll let you know. I’m half drunk on a Sunday night, and I’ve got a hankerin’ to write about some music, so write I shall. I used to write a lot about music on a now defunct blog of mine, but between the nostalgic read-through I did this morning and the day drinking I’ve been doing since lunch, it’s about time I picked it back up in the same, inconsistent way I’ve always blogged. I think I’m going to try and keep the music reviews shorter than the movie ones, but we’ll see how things pan out.
Our inaugural music review: a modern death metal classic that I seem to have totally slept on for the last fifteen years. Dechristianize, the 2003 album by Vital Remains.