Coffinworm - When All Became None (2010)

Low down and dirty doom/sludge from the USA.  Coffinworm are pure negativity and hatred for everyone and everything.  They revel in pain, destruction, and hopelessness.  Their slow tempo riffs sound like being dragged through a thick, noxious swamp, bloated, decaying bodies floating on top, tangles of rusty barbed wire lurking below the surface, nowhere to escape in any direction.  All that, agonizingly drawn out, giving the cries of pain time to echo through the mire.  But the band is also capable of operating their brand of ultra-negativity at more conventionally rock-y speeds, such as on the main riff of "Start Saving For Your Funeral" (a song whose title reflects its understated but noticeable current of pitch black humor).  Furthermore, after opening with a sample from the classic 1970 freaked-out-murderhippies-with-rabies film I Drink Your Blood (horror movie references and samples are recurring themes), final track "The Sadistic Rites of Count Tabernacula" breaks into a comparatively brisk section that one could say borders on black n' roll (or whatever) before once again giving way to crawling doom.  While When All Became None is predominately a slow, sludgy affair, these varied tempos give some heft and variety to an album that, without them, would be a competent but unmemorable genre exercise.

The drumming is not at all flashy and never really does much to call attention to itself, but provides a solid backbone for the guitars to work their pummeling magic.  I particularly like the less distorted sections when the tone becomes a down-tuned, swampy twang.  Vocals go back and forth between higher pitched throat shredding and a rumbling death metal growl.  The lyrics stand out for their sheer bleakness, fanatically welcoming and urging on the un-becoming of all existence.  Here's just one of my favorite gems to be found on the album, taken from opener "Blood Born Doom": "I deny both idols and hope / I reject this holy hoax / At the end of my noose / Fuck the Son, long live the Beast".

Two of When All Became None's six tracks are carried over Coffinworm's inaugural demo release, 2009's Great Bringer of Night.  Then two other tracks from the LP were tacked on to the 2012 re-release of said demo.  In all, that's 7 songs stretched across three separate releases.  That level of recycling of material might raise some eyebrows, but when the music's this good I can forgive it.  Who fucking cares?  We're all doomed anyway.

Putrid breath of life, how I hate you.

Fuck you forever (320)

Lascowiec - Unbroken Spirit (2011)

Lascowiec: a Slavonic woodspirit who protects the animals of the forest, taking the form of a wolf riding atop another wolf.

Lascowiec: a band playing a style of cosmic black metal much indebted to the Russian Blazebirth Hall style (yet still maintaining its own identity).  If you're familiar with Angkor Vat, the band Lascowiec evolved out of, this is much of the same.  The drums are hollowed out and buried almost to the point of being subliminal.  The two guitars interlock, spiraling ever upwards, through misty clouds of ethereal synth (which are, thankfully, not overdone), forming a mystical bridge between the astral realm of eternal forms, and our profane world in which we must prove our worth to the ancients through conflict and triumph of will.  Only through the strife of battle can we achieve our spiritual ascension.

The band have put out a good number of releases on cassette and CD, of which this is probably the most solid.  They possibly have some NS ties so if that bothers you, you might want to skip this one.  (Or you could stop being such a prissy baby).  Their sound is simultaneously romantic and hateful, raw and atmospheric.  If you're into BBH, you'll want to check this out.  Their stuff that is still available for purchase is not too hard to find.  Not much else to say, really.

The will to resist (VBR)

Cendres - Ungeziefer (2007)

Cendres hail from France.  It is unknown who the members are and if they are involved in other bands.  Frankly, this matters very little.  This is their sole release to date: 5 songs and ~30 minutes of fascinating black metal.  "Ungeziefer" is, of course, that deliciously ambiguous word that Kafka used to describe the creature Gregor Samsa turns into.

The word 'hypnotic' is casually thrown around to describe any number of Burzum clones writing long, plodding compositions that go nowhere and ultimately leave no impression on the listener due to their extreme blandness.  Similarly, just about any idiot with a cheap microphone and even cheaper ideas can record a 'lo-fi' black metal cassette, obscuring his lack of creativity with layer upon layer of fuzz.

Cendres fall into no such traps.  On the surface, the songs do not seem like much.  They are repetitive and noisy, ugly and off-putting.  But make the effort to listen beneath the funereal fog of tape hiss and Ungeziefer will reward you.  Appreciating this album takes time, patience, and repeated listens.  Every so often, you will notice a flash of brilliance, a stretch of a few seconds evoking a sense of profound otherworldliness, buried deep beneath the murk.  It then disappears just as quickly as it arose.  You can't be sure if what you heard and felt was merely imagined, but its impression remains shackled in your mind.  It becomes increasingly clear that this tape is more than what it seems.  You will feel compelled to go back, to listen again, to try to find out what the hell is going on with this music.  That is Cendres' true hypnotic power.

I will refrain from revealing too many of Ungeziefer's secrets.  Its hidden meanings are that much more satisfying when they are stumbled upon on one's own.  But I will leave you with a place to start: endure the monotonous blasting of the second track, "Libération de l'âme," until its final third comes around.  Your initiation into Cendres' entrancing atmosphere begins there.

Listen closely (VBR).

P.S. If anyone has a copy of this tape that you would like to part with, please contact me.