The fall metal rush has seemingly come early this week, so grab some beer, time, and cash and have yourself one hell of a Friday.
WHAT TO HEAR: First up is What Passes For Survival (Willowtip/Throatruiner), the long-awaited new full length from local death jazz mad men Pyrrhon. Dissonance is all the rage these days—thanks in part to Deathspell Omega, Colin Marston, et. al—and while Pyrrhon certainly seem like melody agnostics at first blush, there’s a lot more to their atonal sound than just a few diminished chords and unabashed Gorguts worship, as Survival makes abundantly clear with every clang in its scrapyard concerto. I firmly believe the key to fully appreciating this band is seeing them live (August 31st at Vitus, in case you were interested), but the already indoctrinated can just head over to Pyrrhon’s bandcamp and dive in head long into the filth.
After that, check out the latest episode of Metal’s Postal Service, in which Krieg’s Neill Jameson and Horseback’s Jenks Miller trade Logic files back and forth over like some vest-bedecked version of You’ve Got Mail, crafting Poison Blood‘s self-titled debut (Relapse) in the process. A wonderfully tactile mix of mid-tempo black metal and deathrock, Poison Blood is short but sweet, rattling off eight eerie but earworming tunes before drifting back into the din. Listen to it now or put it on hold until October, but whatever you do, don’t miss it.
Meanwhile, death metal brick layers Incantation are back with Profane Nexus, which, in addition to being the band’s 10th full length, is also a homecoming of sorts. Returning to their original label, Relapse, after a protracted absence, Incantation don’t miss a beat, splattering their way through a trademark mix of dexterous death metal and lumbering doom. Plus Eliran Kantor’s album artwork is some of the year’s most delightfully depraved, and in the end, isn’t that half the reason we buy these things anyway (no really, just ask Cannibal Corpse about that).
Once you’re done there, slow things down with Dead as Truth (Relapse Records), the latest full length from Portland doom outfit Atriarch. Upping the gothic atmospherics considerably, this one is no longer the straightforward dirge of previous Atriarch, which, for a guy who has never found much to latch onto in the past, is good news indeed. If that’s not enough downtuned amplifier worship for you, also make sure to check Brooklyn trad-Doom outfit Eternal Black and their debut full length, Bleed the Days (Obsidian Sky Records). Swirling with incense and bong smoke, Bleed the Days takes cues from the classic masters—Black Sabbath, Cathedral, The Obsessed—as well as contemporary doom disciples like Electric Wizard and Windhand, making it an essential autumn penance. Check it out (and pick up a copy) via bandcamp.
This week’s big shape shifter meanwhile comes your way via progressive black/death/folk/whatever outfit Cormorant, who drop their sprawling new LP, Diaspora (War Crime Recordings), today. Keep it weird and check it out via No Clean Singing. After that, turn up the pit with Philly crossover vets All Out War and their latest bloody-lipped beatdown, Give Us Extinction (Organized Crime Records). If you’re just living for the next breakdown, this one—streaming via No Echo—is definitely for you.
A killer trend also on display today is the increasingly popular scathing d-beat/sludge hybrid, repped in ruthless fashion this week by both Moral Void‘s Deprive (Translation Loss) and Khmer‘s Larga Sombra (Wooaargh). The pure, rabid-dog aggression on display from Moral Void alone is worth the price of admission here, so lace up those pit boots (metaphorically speaking—you shouldn’t have those, asshole) and spark it off.
Finally, before we go, let’s catch up with some legends, namely former At The Gates frontman Tompa Lindberg and his new band The Lurking Fear and familiar Venom reboot, Venom Inc. The former’s proto death metal debut, Out of the Voiceless Grave (Century Media), is definitely a must hear, while the latter’s new LP, Avé (Nuclear Blast), is slightly spottier but still worth a listen if you still can’t get over the fact they are singlehandedly responsible for the term black metal (if not the actual sound).
WHAT TO SEE: Another week of shows begins tonight with NYC Death Fest 5 at Saint Vitus, Bret Michaels at Mulcahy’s Concert Hall, and YES at the Coney Island Amphitheater, followed by a solid Saturday lineup featuring IKILLYA at Knitting Factory, Paralysis at Blackthron 51, Lotic at Secret Project Robot, and another brain-bruising day of death metal at Saint Vitus. After that, Sunday wraps up the weekend options with Hashgrinder at Matchless.
The working week starts quiet with a free Prostitution gig at Saint Vitus on Monday and Permanent Wave’s album release show, also at Vitus, on Tuesday the only real “metal” shows of note. Wednesday more than makes up for it, however, with prog metal supergroup The Jelly Jam (feat. Members of Dream Theater, King’s X, and Winger) hitting Gramercy Theatre, No Time playing Matchless, and local sludge trio Pants Exploder heading up to Vitus for a hump-day riff fest.
Finally Thursday goes absolutely batshit with a sold-out Myrkur appearance at Saint Vitus (if you’re still hating, shut your dumb mouth and go see her live), Dyed in Grey at Lucky 13 Saloon, Anathema at Gramercy Theatre, Koffin Kats at Knitting Factory, The Dead Daisies at the Highline Ballroom, Queensryche at the Bergen Performing Arts Center, and the almighty Doom at Sunnyvale with Green Beret and Subversive Rite. Needless to say, Friday is going to be a rough one…
WHAT THE FUCK: OK, shameless self-promotion time: After over a year of booking a whole lot of nothing, I’m psyched to announce This Goes To Eleven will be hosting an EP release show for Brooklyn post-doom outfit Thera Roya on Thursday September 7th at The Well. Featuring criminally underrated stoner/hardcore outfit Black Black Black, blackened instrumetal thrashers Ereptile Destruction, and [drum roll please] the debut of yours truly’s industrial black n’ roll duo, Fliege. This one is sure to be weird, wild, and, most importantly, a hell of a lot of fun. Interested? Let the world know via Facebook and grab your tickets ($8 now, $10 at door) here.
Oh, and if you’re wondering about Fliege, don’t. In the coming weeks, I will be spamming you with songs off our upcoming debut—a low-concept album based around David Cronenberg’s 1986 body horror splatterpiece, The Fly—so thanks in advance for your patience, support, and thoroughly depraved taste.