bidhardcore.com

METAL MONDAY VOL. 19 

Possessed - Seven Churches is more or less the blueprint for how to make a death metal album, and is commonly accepted as the first full length vinyl release by a death metal band.  All the key aspects are in place by 1985.

• Growled/low vocals
• opening the record with the theme from a horror movie/ambient keyboards
• fixation on Satanic themes
• ridiculous technical guitar riffing
• horrible type-writer sounding drums.

Possessed are extra cool because they are really young on Seven Churches, I think guitarist Larry LaLonde (who later got rich as a member of Primus), is like 15 or 16 on this. Their drummer certainly sounds like he’s wet behind the ears, but the rest of the band puts in an admirable performance and are setting a standard. The somewhat questionable cavernous echo that fills the record out is courtesy of producer Randy Burns who went on to record the equally influential debut by Death “Scream Bloody Gore”. Together those 2 lps defined an era, and created a starting point for thousands of hopeless youths around the globe. The kind of kids you saw sneaking cigarettes and zimas behind the grocery in your home town. They had dirt lip mustaches and had seen Phantasm and Evil Dead more times than they’d been to math class. Dirts. Skids. In 1985, this was their calling.

Here’s a sealed copy just like you would have found it in the store then.

G.I.S.M.’s “Detestation” lp is one of those records that is nearly impossible to judge in a vacuum. Its been subject to 25 solid years of mythologizing and collector worship. Its one of the few records that can still get an extreme reaction from people listening to it for the first time so long after it was first conceived. It’s one of the harshest most brutalizing rock records ever made. It’s also one of the strangest. It’s a landmark intersection point for punk, hardcore, and metal, doing its something to muddy up the gene pool of each. “Greater than the sum of its parts” is not even the half of things here. People who know G.I.S.M.’s  music already know all about this, and those who don’t can’t really understand what it’s all about until hearing them.A lot of people were unknowingly exposed to G.I.S.M. for the first time via the “P.E.A.C.E.” compilation on R Radical records, where the first song from Detestation, “Endless Blockade For Pussyfooters” was given the prominent position of 2nd song on side A (right after Articles Of Faith’s “Up Against a Wall” no less). This song not only typifies everything about Detestation, but it was given visibility of the unavoidable sort in the lives of thousands of “punks” world wide. The guitars have a saturated “direct line”/”tone-knob-at-zero” sound, somewhere south of AF “United Blood”, but are played with the kind of dexterity you’d expect from Judas Priest’s K.K. Downing circa Stained Class or British Steel. There’s absolutely no concession for punk rock conventions made by guitarist Randy Uchida AT ALL. He plays speed metal riffs, he just happens to be in a raw hard core band. The rhythm session if less remarkable, is exactly what it needs to be, as much as they parallel the Rainy/Tez team of Discharge (who are certainly an influence here), they also are supporting Uchida the way Kerslake and Daisley did on Ozzy’s Blizzard of Oz. They’re the rock solid foundation. It ain’t about every member being in the spotlight, it’s about each one shining in their own way. Sometimes that means playing your bass like Micheal Anthony.Enough of that…It’s all forgotten the first time you hear the vocals, by the respected and feared, Sakevi Yokoyama. There’s dozens of tales of his insanity, of how he can kill with a look, of how he is the most feared man in Japanese punk. The Flannegan and Mcgowan times ten. Well, this is a music blog, and frankly when you hear the man’s vocals, you’ll know he’s crazy. I don’t need to recite tall tales. There’s talking, shouting, screaming, and gurgling. There’s echo, and phasing, and distortion. It’s unlike anything else from the time period, and pretty much still completely on its own as a musical statement. As far as hard core nothing even comes close in terms of unhinged mania. In metal the only thing close might be Bathory, and Quarthon was always much more 1-dimensional. When you put it all together G.I.S.M. is kind of like listening to Iron Maiden during a really bad acid trip with Discharge playing really loud in the next room. I don’t know how anyone thought to combine driving hardcore with NWOBHM and these unholy vocals, I just know it’s good. This is the original legit pressing of Detestation on Dogma label. My man on the street says you can tell by the tip-on jacket and because subsequent bootlegs removed the swastikas found in the art. Please no body get scared, this isn’t music for fascists, just music confronting them.

WARNING: If you are my parents or future (or present) employer;  this posting is semi-gross for the first paragraph!

From Enslavement To Obliteration is sort of the gold standard for “shit-grind” (along with the first Carcass album). There’s literally thousands of horrible records modeled off the sound of this good one. It’s not that this is really truly shit grind, but taken out of context it’s really close. What is shit-grind? Unlike “Shit-Fi” which we apply affectionately around here, shit-grind is kind of like shit-punk in that it’s applied pejoratively.  Basically if the record sounds kind of like someone recorded an episode of Diarrhea over a backing track of drums, you are probably listening to shit-grind. So much grindcore falls into this trap, and has literally nothing redemptive or interesting about it, mainly because it’s a horribly executed copy of this record, and the aforementioned, “first Carcass lp (that being “The Reek Of Putrefaction”). While it’s true that part of the reason grindcore came to exist was to annoy and gross out squares, there’s also a reason why John Peel didn’t give a fuck about Agathocles, and why he did risk his rather sizable reputation as a DJ and music critic, championing bands like Napalm, Carcass, ENT, Unseen Terror, etc. The reason of course is that this stuff is ground breaking, and considering the way it sounds, actually really catchy.

FETO is Napalm Death, on their honeymoon basically. They’ve been spending, the last 20 years trying to recapture this last bit of actual magic.  Those last days of innocence and wonder, before Napalm Death became a life sentence. There’s actually a fair amount of stuff they’ve done since then that I think is good, but none came as naturally as this, and I doubt it ever will again. Their first lp, Scum is really just 2 demos, of almost 2 completely different lineups, comped together, and issued for what was presumed to maybe be “after the fact” in summer of 1987. But while some would argue it was “after the fact” as far as the band’s creative juices would extend, it turned out to be like the initial period of flirtation and infatuation, to my previously used marriage metaphor. The record got picked up by BBC radio, and by the already named John Peel (world famous DJ & record collector), who likened it to free-jazz in terms of intensity and ability to break music apart. He played the song You Suffer, which is something like 1.5 seconds 4 times in a row on the radio during that first encounter, and through persistent plugging, Scum became something of a novelty record in the UK. Though it turned a lot of people on to a new and extreme sound that had been cultivated in “the underground” it was also treated by a lot of people, like a William Hung cd. When FETO actually came out it was released to a flood of press and discussed as being the most extreme record ever, the logical end of “punk”, “hardcore” and “metal”, and all this other shit that I wasn’t really there to see, and few people remember now.

Napalm really didn’t change their attack much from Scum to FETO, but the recording process was refined, and Lee Dorrian’s voice became even more guttural and heavy. A good comparison to use would be “Ramones” to “Leave Home” (stole this from allmusic.com). There’s not really much that’s actually different about them, one is a tad cleaner, a tad more refined, but is basically just a crystalized streamlined version of the original statement. It was released to more initial fanfare, but it can never equal the kind of impact and landmark status of the original. In its’ time though the press ate it up, it was raw and bizarre and interesting after all the Morrisey and Sundays type music that was big in the indie press at that time in the UK. It’s been said that part of the appeal for music journalists of the time (aside from, or in addition to the Peel endorsement) was that Napalm Death were working class kids making a horrible ungodly racket, and it was a welcome change from all the brainy college rock that was commonly lavished with attention by the UK’s music press. Napalm were for the most part the happiest they would be for quite a while. They were cult celebrities, they were top of the heap for Earache records, and they were about to tour the world.

The next time they delivered a record (the Mentally Murdered E.P.) pretty much everything would have changed in the extreme music universe. Married life is never much like that magical honeymoon, and so they began their 20-year slog of being married to the name Napalm Death, and turning out more death metal influenced offerings every year or two, never really going back to the sound of their first 2 lps. Maybe this was something they felt had to be done. Earache was signing more pure Death Metal bands, Carcass was becoming increasingly technical, ex-member Justin Broderick’s new project Godflesh was getting ready to sludge everyone into oblivion, I assume it seemed like the natural thing for the band to do, in order to be taken seriously and stay relevant. I guess it’s a stretch to assume they should have known the only reason they were taken serious was because skill and structure were irrelevant to their music, and that as soon as those things got added they became just another metal band, although really, Utopia Banished has a lot going for it as a Death Metal/Grind hybrid album.

By 1990 the band had shed most of its members for the 3rd (or 4th depending on how you look at it) time, and had a new singer, and new guitarists, essentially becoming an entirely different band. Even with the relative triumphs of the 90’s & 00’s Napalm lineup (and really there are some), they can never escape Scum and FETO. These are the things their entire existence stands on, and these are the songs most people are waiting to hear at any of the half-full Napalm Death gigs you’ll find yourself at now. Well you probably won’t, but I do every year or two… they were really limp in Texas recently.  Sorry boys, I still love you anyway.

Here’s a first pressing copy of the album on ebay. Note that it includes the bonus 7″ which was only mailed out with first pressings. It’s kind of funny that they made this because they totally could have fit another 4 songs on the album, and it totally just sounds like 4 more songs from the same album, but I understand basic marketing principles, and this gave an incentive to purchase the album right away. By the way the bonus 7″ looks to be in above average condition as it was just issued with a thin cardstock foldover cover, and is often kind of weathered.