Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Skeletonwitch 'Breathing The Fire' Prosthectic Records

You would have to be Sawney Bean staked up in a cave to not have heard of Skeletonwitch thus far. For starters, they're absolutely one of the best things to have happened to thrash metal scene that was sought to be dead and buried after albums like, 'Rust In Peace' and 'Lights Camera Revolution' relased in the early nineties. With tolerable, tumultuous armor-strength speed, Skeletonwitch just do it for me and many others, as they deliver their heavy sermon with a dark vengenance against it's enemy; pop music and Christainity. I have had the honors in experiencing this band in the live flesh a fist full of times, and I would be blind not to see or deaf not hear their high metal magnitudes of velocity. They're currently collecting new fans under Cannibal Corspes cryptic empire while out on tour with them, and that could have had a little something to do with them supporting thier infamous cover act, Cannabis Corpse in past tours. Speaking of, just to name a few band names of stages shared with Skeletonwitch, Cephalic Carnage, Danzig, Dimmu Borgir, and Darkest Hour may very well put in a horns referral for you if necessary. Sometimes silence is man at his fiercest, and could be the terms use to describe the albums notierity because it might just leave you without vocabulary.These Athens, OH group wasted no time in unknown dirt roads and cornfields, Lead singer and priest of prime evil, Chance Garnette along with his blood and current assemblage built a fan base and foundation for themselves to stand on immediately with their debut album, 'Beyond The Permafrost' awakening names from beyond black metal graves. I wouldnt have much to gain from speaking hogwash, so I wont when saying Skeletonwitch are wicked metal wonders with just the right amount of sacraficing speed on 'Breathing The Fire' produced by Jack Endino who needs little introduction. Its tracks like these that really  bring forth my Celtic Druid Ancestry. Songs constructed around murder and more murder, as if just the murder wasn't murdering enough.The thing that sets Skeletonwitch aside from other current thrash metal acts, such as Municibal Waste and Toxic Holocaust, is the fierce and immenent force, that these cats could almost pass for Black Metal.I get thrilled every time a new underground band stinks up the scene with their ferocious death breath, lifeless lyrics and homemade metal regalia, simply because they remind me of dudes I would have been skipping high school with just to go worship the devil at the local forestry. Their the new reign or terror set to seige whats was once rightfully ours from the moment metal and stepped their steel toes down on a double bass drum pedal. Skeletonwitch are not going to be just another metal act pronounced dead at the beginning of the scene, when I see them rising to a promising high unyeilding tide in the Lake of Fire, and that there is most likely why the eat, shit and breath fire. I see much more evil than good coming from this band with 2009 Prostethic Record Release, and if they play their cards right, the Death Card will be all thats left after they conquer the metal industry single-handedly with spiked gauntlet wrists.

HIgh On Fire "Snakes Of The Divine" E1 Music

This could be it for our old fellow, faithful Sabbath-slayin' guitar sworsman, High On Fire. After headlining their own tours for the past two years that I've seen them, Matt Pike has literally made it for himself and the love of his life, this band and loose women. It hit me two days ago, on my friend, Omer's couch, listening to "Snakes Of The Divine" while watching them host Headbanger's Ball on MTV2 for the promotion of thier latest release, "Snakes Of The Divine" on E1Music that is out in stores now. No matter how much of a crusty, stoner punk rep Mr. Pike is liable to get from his faithful followers, this is a sharp boy grown legend, who lead High On Fire to the next level and deserves every bit of televised publicity and worldy recognition, a young Oakland California desert rat could acquire, even tho it nearly took a decade to acheive. Beside his side once again  and until the pitch black end, is one helluvah, prespiring, mini Lars Ulrich drummer named Dez Kensel who has more stamina behind the skins than on a Ron Jeremy set. Produced by Greg Fidelman whose work includes Slayer's, "World Painted Blood" and currently employing himself with Metallica's new album, HOF couldn't have slayed harder if they were standing in my living room, instead of instead of inside the television set.

For as long as I've known High On Fire when I met them touring in a Uhaul truck on tour with Superjoint Ritual, I admire thier inhibited, natural driven ability to concrete something, stick with it and prevail above those who sought to see them fail with strength and preservance.I assure you there were many times and plans that fell through, along with overwhelming thoughts of hopelessness and depression as if airing on a Zomig comerical, but as far as I can see the one thing they never lost touch with, besides heavy volts of electricity, is direction and this album is headed in similiar leads as thier past albums. They're self-taught, self-motivated, and self-producing with or withuot the help of metal's head cheeses, and I applaud their every genuine innovations to make the rock star status A-list, because I know they did it for no one but themselves and their love and dedication to the FIRE. Enough the with sappy saga speech and let's review this album,not thier arteries.

The first self-titled track induces several cold chills upon introduction to the massive, wooly mammath size sound that was brought to manifestation using Pike's precise and haphazardly placed music sheets.Hey, even Ensteins crib was a pigstye. You can guarantee High On Fire's practice space may be no cleaner than a stockyard. No matter the conspiracy theory, there is really no hidden agenda behind the album's lyrics and prophecies. Matt is an avid spokesperson for outter space and the exterestial civilization that ly ahead, but laugh, hide, lie and the pull the the wool over your eyes all you want, the man has been exploring the unexplained  since he's beginning days in Sleep and obviously is acting on his destined calling and role model as a strong public figure with something of substance to say. Vocals are throttling growls coming from the underworlds heaviest stoned spokemodel. With each new track I listen to the pace appears to pick up even faster than the last. No cheesy, unfit false fat metalheads with devilish tunes need to apply here. These are full grown, electric guitar Warlords that use words like "excalibar" and "conquisidor" to describe the subliminal images their own sound produces, so ask no futhermore. This is an album of apocolyptical proportions. Without any further ado, High On Fire is ready to take you the next level.
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