Hello,
functioning literates! I'm Gornok. Or Metalex. Or any number of other
appellations. I love getting new nicknames and monikers – each is a
another step on my sobriquest. Greg told me I should come up with a
list of my 10 favorite metal albums and why, so I did. I'm pretty
confident in about seven of these choices, and the other three slots
are dependent on my mood (sorry, Obituary). Odds are, I'm going to be reviewing things in a more grindy/black/death/obnoxious vein than Danny or Greg.
Atheist
– Unquestionable Presence
The
opening two bars of the record: tritone-based bass riff in 5/4,
followed by guitar-harmonized version of the same. Steve Flynn's
chaotic samba/jazz/metal drumming erupts before resolving to a groovy
thrash. I won't describe anything beyond those first thirty seconds,
but suffice to say that Atheist knew their strengths (an incredibly
technical maelstrom that comes off catchy, effortlessly, and human)
and played to them every single song on this album. Countless bands
would follow their templates and steal the paints from their palette,
but Atheist lives up to their titular boast. Did I mention that this
absolute motherfucker of a record came out in '91? This is the birth
of tech-metal.
Naked City – Torture Garden
Naked City – Torture Garden
I'm
honestly not sure what genre to classify this record as. Naked City
is the thalidomide-flippered-and-laser-cannon-armed lovechild of
NYC-freejazz-weirdo-saxophonist John Zorn, whose love of Japanese
bondage and grindcore were matched only by his inability to stay in
the same genre for more than ten seconds. He found four other people
on similar wavelengths (all other parts of the 70s/80s NYC "downtown" no-wave and free-jazz scene) and put out this compilation of grindcore
minatures. I can't tell you more without ruining the fun of finding
the surprises, but I can tell you that I'll slap you if you don't
like it.
Psyopus
– Our Puzzling Encounters Considered
If
Atheist is tech-metal's Alpha, PsyOpus might be the Omega. Bipolar
dynamics, the kind of tapping you hear in guitar solos twisted and
repurposed into dissonant riffs, emotional anguish and rage, song
structures that draw from 20th century serialist
composition, and harsh fucking noise. This is the most dissonant
record I have ever heard. It wants to stab you in the throat to draw
ink for a love letter. It ends with a woman repeating the word
“annoying” for about 20 minutes. An acid hangover hell that
occasionally peels back to reveal glimpses of heaven. Listen to it
once, recover, and then listen to it again knowing that significant
portions of it were written in prison on a guitar-fretboard drawn on
a piece of cardboard. Christopher Arp (the group's guitarist and only
consistent member) is a deranged genius, and I hope to hear more from
him soon.
Gojira –
From Mars To Sirius
One of
the albums that made death metal click for me. While certainly not
strictly death metal in a traditional sense, it's crushing, proggy,
spacey and serene. A monolithic whalecore masterpiece that draws
heavy influence from Voltaire's Micromegas, one of the first science
fiction stories ever written. I've heard Gojira described as
“marching elephant riffs”, and that's a pretty hard description
to beat.
Morbid
Angel – Altars of Madness
Morbid
Angel ruined Slayer for me. Granted, I heard the former before the
latter, but Morbid Angel has always sounded like a more aggressive,
demonic, and intricate version of Slayer. Lyrics ripped straight from
the Simon Necronomicon, delay-drenched deranged solos, and that
gorgeous reverse-tape build-up that kicks off the album – perfect.
As far as just straight-up death metal goes, you'd be hard-pressed to
find a finer example of the genre. As a tangent: listen to this, then
check out the Terrorizer album World Downfall. David Vincent and Pete
Sandoval played on that one before this, and Sandoval was drumming in
a comparable style with the same speed, except using only one bass
pedal.
Deafheaven
– Sunbather
This is
a lush album, languid and romantic in its despair. Longing and
sunshine. Lots of tremolo-armed 7th chord fuckery. It ends
with cathartic bitterness. You will love it or you will hate it –
nobody walks away from a record like this with a middling opinion.
This album got me through some absolutely bleak and miserable
periods, daydrunk listening to “hipster” black metal in the
sweltering Texas heat.
BONUS
STORY: I saw Deafheaven when they were touring on this album, and
they were great. One of the most emotionally charged performances
I've ever seen. If you get the chance to see them, I recommend it.
BONUS
BONUS STORY: Deafheaven's singer came into the restaurant I work at
one time, and became noticeably awkward and a little bit standoffish
when I recognized him. He ordered several plates of chicken-festooned
waffles and a few mimosas, and then proceeded to eat underneath the
pecan tree in the parking lot. This really isn't relevant to the
quality of the album at all, but can you imagine how surreal it is to
see someone you've literally only heard screaming in anguish eating a
goddamn waffle?
Ludicra
– EP
This is
to precipitous city-night as Immortal is to snow-laden woods.
Surprisingly jazzy drumming, great vocals, guitars beautiful as they
are harsh. It's really hard to pick a best Ludicra record, but this
one has my favorite song of theirs (Walk The Path of Ash) on it.
Anyone with an interest in black metal should check out this band –
they're now defunct, but their output between 2006-2010 is more or
less perfect. If you need a comparison to another band, they're
Agalloch's cooler sister (Aesop Dekker played drums in both bands and
ran an amazing music blog called Cosmic Hearse – great place to
look for weird, obscure, and awesome records).
Danzig –
Lucifuge
MOTHERFUCKIN'
DANZIG. (source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weNO9k1TXS0)
You
love Danzig, or you're wrong. Walk Among Us. Earth AD/Wolfsblood.
Static Age. Initium. Unholy Passion. November-Coming-Fire. Danzig.
Lucifuge. How The Gods Kill. If you can't find something to like in
one of those albums, you probably just don't like metal. If you've
heard them, you'll be insulted by any of my attempts to explain the
appeal. Glenn Danzig's earlier work is more punk than metal (his work
with Samhain bridges the two), and I've picked Lucifuge somewhat
arbitrarily.
Dionaea
– Still
Not
quite the most recent album on this list, but definitely the most
obscure. Gorgeous, tap-delay, atmospheric post-metal/Cynic-riffing
builds into cathartic spurts of mathcore hell. A few cellos in there
as well. Most of the album follows the same dynamic pattern, but when
you're doing something this well, you don't need to do much
differently. Three songs across 45 minutes that form a perfect loop,
cycles of end on end.
Cradle
of Filth – Dusk And Her Embrace
Reeking
of dark blood and fucking (see kids, now that's how you do a topical
reference), this is probably the best argument that Cradle of Filth
merits discussion in black metal circles. Some of the
orchestral/symphonic/keyboardy flourishes wouldn't be out of place on
In The Nightside Eclipse (which came out not too long before Dusk,
and is by Emperor, if for some reason that needs to be made clear).
High-pitched shrieks, tremolo-picked songs with complex structures
mostly hitting the 7-9 minute mark, unrelentingly intense drums, and
furtive spurts of Gothic lust. Cradle of Filth is a very polarizing
band – you'll love them or you'll hate them, but if you're
copacetic with what they do, this is their high-blood mark.
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