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March 5, 2013

Entrails

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The Swedish death metal band Entrails have signed with Metal Blade for the release of their third album, Raging Death. It won’t be out until May 14, but you can stream the first song, “In Pieces,” below.

As you can probably tell, Entrails aren’t the most original band on Earth. Back in September 2011, when I reviewed their last album, The Tomb Awaits, I mentioned that a message from founding guitarist Jimmy Lundqvist on their MySpace page read, “Entrails doesn’t come with something new in style. Entrails doesn’t follow the death metal scene of today. Entrails does what the Swedish death metal did best 20 years ago. Simply playing pure old school Swedish death metal. And there will be more!!!!!!” They’re still living up to that sentiment. And that’s fine by me, and should be fine with anyone who enjoys the classic Swedish sound exemplified by Entombed, Grave, Unleashed, Dismember…and Entrails.

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September 13, 2011

Entrails

The Tomb Awaits (FDA Rekotz)
by Phil Freeman
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Entrails were a footnote in the history of Swedish death metal. In the most authoritative book on the subject, Daniel Ekeroth‘s Swedish Death Metal, they’re described in the index of bands as “An early band from the minor death metal center Avesta. They did one demo, and a few memorable gigs. (Joel must be one of the sloppiest, most exciting drummers ever, watching him play was a spectacle!)”

Oh, wait, that’s not even the same band! That’s right, in 1990/91, there were two bands in Sweden called Entrails. This one rehearsed, and recorded some demo tracks, but nobody in the group was satisfied with the quality, so nothing was ever released, and gradually they drifted apart. Only guitarist Jimmy Lundqvist kept the flame lit in his heart, and over a decade after the group’s final dissolution in 1998, he decided to dig through the old tapes and see if he couldn’t make something of what he found.

Ultimately, he was able to recruit some bandmembers based on guitar-and-drum machine demos recorded at home, and the first Entrails album, Tales from the Morgue, was released on the indie FDA Rekotz label in 2010. This is the follow-up, indicating that he’s intent on making at least a semi-serious go of it.

January 13, 2011

Grave Desecrator

Insult (Hell’s Headbangers)

by Phil Freeman

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What do you think an album by a band called Grave Desecrator, from Brazil, is gonna sound like? That’s right. This is the second full-length album from these knuckle-draggers, and like most of the product on Hell’s Headbangers, it’s gritty, primitive, ugly stuff: the relentless blast beats and minimalist riffing of black metal, the guttural (but still somewhat comprehensible) vocals of early ’90s death metal, and a punky insistence on keeping the songs somewhat catchy, or at least memorable. That’s not all they do, though; “Hellhound Breed,” which weirdly doesn’t kick the album off (it’s track #3), is 90 seconds of synth and sound effects, and sounds cribbed from the soundtrack to some straight-to-video ’80s horror movie. And the next-to-last track, “The Satanic Coven,” which kicks off with thunder-and-lightning sounds, is an instrumental.

I think one of my favorite things about Grave Desecrator—besides their music, which we’ll get back to in a second—is that while three of their members have taken the plunge into pseudonymity (Butcherazor on vocals and guitar, Black Sin and Damnation on lead guitar, and Vallakk the Necrogoat on bass), drummer Marcio Cativeiro insists on being identified by his real name. Good for him. I wonder which one he is?

Anyway, death metal takes many forms. There are the forefathers of the genre—Obituary, Cannibal Corpse, Morbid Angel, Deicide, Incantation, Immolation, Suffocation…all still at it, all still doing quality work (wait ’till you hear the new Deicide, it’s terrific). There are the Swedes (Entombed, Unleashed, Grave, a few dozen others), with their punky, loose groove. There’s the ultra-clean, technical stuff, which ranges from the semi-jazzy (Obscura, Necrophagist) to the crunching and posthuman (Neuraxis) to the shredtastic (Brain Drill). There’s the brutal, ultra-downtuned stuff, a million bands with names like Splattered Entrails (yes, they’re a real band, with several releases). Then there are the retro-primitivists, like Grave Desecrator. This album was recorded in 2010, but sounds like a demo tape from 1988, both in terms of sound—the production and mix are all about crude, hammering power—and style.

They’ve got a couple of moves, but none of them are new. There are really no dynamics—a moment or two when the guitar is riffing with no drums behind it, like Barney Rubble running in place before taking off to wherever—so the best parts of Insult are when the band slows down or speeds up. “Serpent Seedline” has a particularly great example at about the two-minute mark; the song goes from blinding speed to a half-time, martial riff, with a thundering drum break as the bridge. It’s a move that goes all the way back to Slayer‘s Reign in Blood, and probably way before that, but it still works. That’s not all they steal from Slayer, by the way; the guitar solos frequently have the same atonal, wildly squealing quality Kerry King‘s made (in)famous. The ultra-fast riff at the end of “Poisoned Purity,” meanwhile, reminds me of something the tragically obscure late ’80s Texas band Rigor Mortis might play. That’s a good thing.

This isn’t the kind of album you can play for someone you’re hoping to convert to metal. It’s not that the songs are bad—they’re good. But they’re not conventionally catchy in the way that even Slayer songs (“Dead Skin Mask” most prominently) occasionally have choruses you can sing along to. They’re just head-down bashing, and buzzsaw riffing, and some dude grunting and roaring about violence and Satan. But it’s exactly the kind of album you can imagine your headbanger friend who works construction listening to on the job site. Loud, fast, angry and better for getting you through a tough day than a case of energy drinks. (Except for the last 90 seconds or so, which is a weird piece scored for piano, operatic female vocals, and pig noises. Creepy, but ultimately more of a distraction than a bonus.)

November 5, 2010

Interment

Into the Crypts of Blasphemy (Pulverised)

by Phil Freeman

Every metalhead has a subgenre that serves him or her as the audio equivalent of comfort food. For some, it’s raw, primitive black metal in the tradition of Hellhammer or early Darkthrone; for others, it’s thrash á la early Metallica and all their Bay Area peers; for still others, it’s the slow, crawling roar of doom. For me, Swedish death metal provides the simple, meat-and-potatoes pleasure no other subgenre (though there are many I like) can match.

The sound pioneered in Stockholm in the late 1980s and early 1990s is instantly recognizable: grinding guitars like buzzsaws chopping pavement, a fuzzed-out and detuned bass pulled from crust punk (Discharge et al.), and loose drumming that sounds like the kit is on the brink of collapse, and hoarse, raw-throated vocals. The kings of this sound are Entombed; their debut CD, 1990′s Left Hand Path (as well as their earlier demos, under the name Nihilist) set the template, but there were (and are) dozens of bands playing it. Dismember, Grave, Unleashed and more others than I care to name all plowed this raucous sonic furrow throughout the ’90s. Some did fairly well for themselves—Dismember, Unleashed and Entombed have never stopped recording and touring, while Grave took a few years off, only to return rejuvenated and welcomed with open arms by fans. Others never made it past the borders of their homeland, if they even managed to make an album at all. These days, there are second- and third-generation SDM soundalike bands; some are fun side projects like Bloodbath (an all-star act featuring members of Opeth and Katatonia) and Death Breath (members of Entombed, Cathedral, and the first-wave SDM band Nirvana 2002), but maybe the most egregious is Fatalist, a bunch of Californians who ape Entombed so shamelessly they even use the same font for their logo.

Interment are a Swedish band; this, their debut album, was just released in August, but they’re veterans. The group first came together in 1988, and they recorded three demos between 1991 and 1994, all of which were anthologized on the CD Where Death Will Increase, which came out back in February. It seems like several of the members (guitarist/vocalist Johan Jansson, bassist Martin Schulman and drummer Kennet Englund) spent a few of the intervening years in another band, Centinex, which broke up in 2006. Now they’ve decided to make their big move with their first band.

Interment don’t try anything revolutionary on this record. Their sound fits comfortably into the mold set by Entombed, Grave, Dismember, Unleashed and all their late ’80s peers. Samples of movie dialogue kick off one or two songs, but otherwise it’s all head-down, hair-spinning Swedish death metal…exactly the way I like to hear it.

Only two songs from the three demos—”Morbid Death” and “Where Death Will Increase”—appear on Into the Crypts of Blasphemy, and the versions are completely different. On the band’s first demo, “Morbid Death” was taken at a gallop (following a doomy intro), original drummer Sonny Svedlund (who only played on this demo; Englund was in the band by 1992) whipping the musicians forward at punk-rock speed. The album version is looser, and feels slightly slower. Englund has more swing to his playing, and he turns it into a rock ‘n’ roll song. “Where Death Will Increase” is even faster; on the band’s 1992 demo, Englund is playing blast beats straight from the Napalm Death catalog. But again, by 2010, he’s learned to swing, and his rhythm’s closer to the D-beat groove of Discharge and all the bands that followed in their wake.

Throughout the various demos and the album, Jansson and lead guitarist John Forsberg keep it simple. The guitar solos are strings of sustained single notes, not flurries of fleet fingerwork, and the clean tone cuts through the otherwise distorted, grinding sound. Jansson’s vocals are guttural and hoarse, but somehow wet, like he’s coughing out the words through a throat full of blood. His delivery’s not totally comprehensible, but if you read along with the lyrics, easy enough to follow—Swedish death metal differs from the more blasting US version in that respect. Even when the lyrics are dumb horror-movie/serial-killer stuff (and song titles like “Night of the Undead,” “Sacrificial Torment” and “Torn from the Grave” pretty much tell the story), they’re attempting to communicate, not just using the vocals as another instrument the way more “extreme” bands do.

Back in 2008, Bazillion Points Books put out Swedish Death Metal, an exhaustive guide to the 1980s and 1990s scene by Daniel Ekeroth (the bassist for Insision, a band that also included Interment’s Johan Jansson and Kennet Englund). Basically every band, big and small, was included; the list of demos and other releases in the back is exhaustive (I use that term seriously—just paging through the list can make you want to lie down for a nap). I’m sure Interment are mentioned in there, but I don’t remember what was said about them—with no official releases, they were probably little more than a footnote. Now that they’re finally trying for their moment, it behooves fans of the genre to give them a listen.

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