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    JONYamplified worship - maximum volume yields maximum results
    MLOK
    MLOK --- ---
    šmarjá :))
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    Earth + Sir Richard Bishop - The Peacock Angels Lament / Narasimha [12", Southern Lord 2008]




    http://rapidshare.com/files/119250261/Earth___Sir_Richard_Bishop.zip
    JONY
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    Jumalhämärä - Slaughter The Messanger [ep] (2007)



    We've gotten to a really weird place in our music obsession, as evidenced by the fact that sometimes a recommendation against, is almost stronger than a recommendation FOR. Sounds weird but it's true. We have friends at other stores, who will tell us something is terrible, they hated it, but then will add "you might like it though." And the weird thing is, they're usually right (that we'll like it). We've developed such a taste for the bizarre, it's sometimes hard to tell if something is bad, or so fucked up it's genius.
    However, one of those friends recommended against buying this very record, very vehemently in fact. Hard to recall, but it was something along the lines of it not being very metal and being all jangly and wussy. Fair enough. But they are from Finland, and they do have a song called "Discover The Pigtail"! Those two pieces of critical info were enough to overrule our friend's warning, and we're so glad they were.
    This latest ep from Finnish black metal, psychedelic post rock horde Jumalhamara is AMAZING. Three songs, all on the long side, with a sound that is pretty difficult to pin down. It is easy to see why someone questing for serious black metal grimness might be disappointed. The record begins with the sound of children, laughing, playing, and what sounds like oinking pigs, a field recording of some village, until the band ROAR into action, pounding out a fierce blast of blackened buzz, grinding and intensely heavy, but it literally only lasts for about 10 seconds, then the band drifts off into some washed out hippy psych territory, all crooned reverbed vocals, lazy sun baked melodies, simple hand drums, slippery minimal bass, streaks of dubbed out distorted guitar, but for the most part, this is almost like some blackened Finnish Grateful Dead. Near the end there's even some fuzzy organ, the guitars get a bit heavier, the vocals moaning and chant-like, but it never really explodes, just gets thicker and more dense, while still seeming jammy and druggy. So awesome. Almost like a slightly heavier, way more fucked up black metal version of the recent Dead Man record.
    "Discover The Pigtail" begins with glistening harmonics, which are soon joined by some strange off kilter drumming, tangled riffing and howled vocals, the cool thing about this track is that those harmonics never go away, so even as the band slithers and sprawls, spewing out a sort of buzzy blackness, the glistening shimmer totally shines through, diluting the heaviness, turning what might be something raw and heavy into something way more bizarre and trippy, at times it almost sounds like two records playing simultaneously, they drift in an out of sync, all very dizzying and gloriously tweaked.
    The final track is the briefest of the bunch, and begins as a grinding gnarled and blackened doomic dirge, but not typically sludgy and murky, instead it's super dense and layered, the drums doing much more than pounding away, stumbling and skittering, beneath streaks of high end guitar, and chugging blown out riffage, the cymbals sizzling, the whole track recorded super hot and in the red, blasting and pounding and twisting until it fades out.
    Definitely not really black metal, more like some sort of twisted doom-ed post rock avant psych, but still plenty heavy and really fucking great!

    http://rapidshare.com/files/46560899/Jumalhaemaerae_by_nidhogg.rar
    JONY
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    rozhovor Apačky s Kayo Dot ze včerejších LN

    http://www.tinyurl.com/4hklnf
    JONY
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    JONY: vytáhni z něj kazetu winter hunt. To jediné mi od Ajilvsgy chybí :-)
    JONY
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    JONY: vytáhni z něj kazetu winter hunt. To jediné mi od Ajilvsgy chybí :-)
    JONY
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    MATHEW: blahopřeji
    ELECTRICFRET
    ELECTRICFRET --- ---
    sorry za ot, ale nemůžu jinak:
    postmetal goes abc
    MATHEW
    MATHEW --- ---
    dostal jsem na majspejsíku zprávu:)


    hey man, i'm really digging your stuff. do you have any releases planned (other than the free ep)? also, i was in your neighborhood last year doing an artists residency in slavonice. had a really good time there. digitalis is releasing a collaboration that we did with magor from plastic people of the universe. it's magor reading over heavy noise. it's called postcommodity + magor (there is a video on youtube). please keep me posted on what you are doing next.

    nathan
    ajilvsga
    JONY
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    Jinak Kevin Drumm má u Hospital čerstvě nové 2cd a už jen podle toho, že obsahuje skladbu Snow (vyšla před časem na kazetě) to bude krása.
    JONY
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    Burning Star Core - Challenger (Hospital Productions, 2008)



    Following on from last year's superb double header of Blood Lightning 2007and Operator Dead... Post Abandoned C. Spencer Yeh returns with yet more essential solo disclosures, and he's sounding more approachable than ever. Challenger begins with a melancholy, slightly ambiguous sequence of tones, which eventually find themselves intruded upon by some abrupt field recorded sounds. As a second track, 'Beauty Hunter' makes a more fiery, more familiar clamour, distorting and morphing what you'd presume to be Yeh's violin. It's in the album's quieter moments that things get really interesting: I genuinely have no idea what's going on to make the odd, ambient clacking that is 'No Memories, No Plans', and the strange organs and mechanisms behind 'Un Coeur En Hiver' make for a strangely emotive, magical mixture of sonic upsets. Perhaps best of all, 'Mezzo Forte' is probably one of the weirder things you'll get to hear this week. It starts off with some truly bizarre vocal layering and manipulation, before simple, quite stately piano chords set out an intro to something that never quite happens, and waves of kinetic, frenzied noise gets piled on... it's all very odd, but utterly magnificent stuff.

    http://rapidshare.com/files/114084357/BurningStarCoreChallenger.zip
    MATHEW
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    Campbell Kneale´s own brand of Metal machine music delivers a toxic redux of Holy Minimalism [Jim Haynes, The Wire]



    http://www.lassemarhaug.no/picadisk/images/pica004_wire.jpg
    MATHEW
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    kočičí trénink

    Wrath Of The Weak - Alogon [Profound Lore 2008]



    The gradual infusion of ambient or ‘shoegaze’ textures into Black Metal makes a weird kind of sense for the genre’s self-contained one-man bands, descendants of Varg Vikernes’ solitary, ascetic vibe for whom plugging in and playing is an impossibility, and studio creativity a necessity. Buffalo, NY’s Wrath Of The Weak is such a band, but Alogon demonstrates that embracing ambiance doesn’t necessarily mean blunting the ferocity of your attack. The likes of ‘What We Learn From Spending 120 Hours In A Downpour’ take galloping drums, roaring guitars and Black Metal’s direct, arrow-like trajectory and smear them together, leaving a sort of acidic brown slurry that sounds like it could melt flesh and dissolve bone. The closing twenty minute epilogue adds some sombre, droning dark ambience, although you can’t help but feel it might be more effective harnessed within the record, rather than dispatched at the end.

    http://rapidshare.com/files/95981824/Wrathoftheweak_-08-_alogon-320-1_0813.part1.rar
    http://rapidshare.com/files/95990729/Wrathoftheweak_-08-_alogon-320-1_0813.part2.rar
    MATHEW
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    a jenom aby to nezapadlo, chtěl bych upozornit na tuhle vynikající a fenomenální desku!

    [ MATHEW @ demonische agricultuur :: dragging a dead deer up a hill ]
    MATHEW
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    Birchville Cat Motel - Gunpowder Temple Of Heaven [Pica Disk 2008]



    Another month, another review about a release somehow related to Lasse Marhaug, and if only as release number four on his new found label Picadisk. Check out Hild Sofje Tafjord, Hijokaidan and the Incapacitants as well as one of his recent solo releases “it’s not the end of the world” to get an impression on the restlesness and workload of this man. But this review is not about Lasse Marhaug, but about another guy who has never spent a minute in his live leaning back and enjoying some time doing nothing at all, it seems. For some time I thought I had a pretty good impression on the work of Campell Kneale aka Birchville Cat Motel and that I was aware of the range of releases he has under his belt, but then comes “gunpowder temple of heaven” and there is a three page discography of Birchville Cat Motel in there, that lists 21 Compact discs, five full albums, a long list of 7 to 10 inch records, an even longer list of CD-R releases and where the heck will I ever be able to get some of those 15 tape releases mentioned here. Somehow I feel I need the “Chaos Steel Skeleton” 6CDR box release noted in here.

    More to the fact, this discography shows that New Zealander Campell Kneale has been around basically forever and has done collaborations with many artists around the world, from Fear Falls Burning to Anla Courtis, from the Yellow Swans to Lee Ranaldo and from Bruce Russell to Guilty Connector. To some he is also known for his work in the band Black Boned Angel, who had a hype for two or three months around here, which faded when none of their music was available. In all this time and all this variants of musical expression Kneale has formed a unique sonar language that derives from the guitar and which he displays to perfect execution and emotional impact on “gunpowder temple of heaven.”

    The disc contains one, epic track that seems to make time stand still. It starts with somebody turning on the switch and then nothing seems to move anymore. Taking a step closer into the dense, flirring wall of sound there is actually a multitude of dynamics and movement, when layers upon layers of sounds are shifted and shoved, manipulated and mingled. I just realised that Bruce Russell uses exactly the same metaphor – about time standing still – in his liner notes to the CD, so it seems that this effect is almost universal. Anyway, I will have to find a new metaphor quickly. Hm, I decide for immersion. The situation where emotional and physiological control is taken away completely and the human mind is sunken into a mesmerizing state of non-input that makes the subconscious go completely wild, but leaves the rest of the organism as relaxed as three weeks of holidays in the middle of nowhere.

    The sounds shine with clarity and crispness like the sun on freshly fallen snow on an arctic spring morning. I think it has also been said before, but I don’t shy away from moving it: where other drone artists stack layer upon layer and thereby produce more and more mush of noise and compression, Kneale builds a fantastic site of sound that stands tall and invincible like a medieval cathedral. Hey, Russell also talks about cathedrals in his text! Is there nothing left for me? Does he have to take up all the good metaphors or what? It would probably have been better if I had just copied his text in here, would have saved me a lot of work, too. I guess it is my fault because I rarely read liner notes, except on those old jazz records, where mostly they don’t make any sense at all, but do a lot of talking anyway.

    One more try and this time I will keep it simple: this is big. “Gunpowder temple of heaven” is a musical piece of enormous size and stature. Almost gargantuan. And it moves like the Leviathan does in the endless depths of the ocean, with grace and might, though slowly and careful. Sometime later on a reverb of something or other marks a distant bass drum going slowly all six of seven seconds. Compared to a lot of minimal music and droning what seems left out a lot and what seemed to make all those many releases bloodless and without energy is just that: size filled with energy. This release seems like it is filled to the brim with sound that pulsates and reverberates, that stirs and lives and contains enough energy to make a village last through the winter. (www.monochrom.at/cracked/)

    http://sharebee.com/ff3d3dfa
    MATHEW
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    MLOK: stáhni si gatě vole
    MLOK
    MLOK --- ---
    týden bez internetu a jsem kompletně mimo .)
    MLOK
    MLOK --- ---
    kurva já to teď vůbec nestíhám, řekněte mi někdo co si mám stáhnout!
    MATHEW
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