A three-day music festival in the woods with rock, punk, metal, copious amount of drinking, and an undying sense of community… throw that all in a blender with some camping and yard games and you get RPM Fest. The “Heaviest Party of the Summer” and the unofficial end to the summer in the New England metal scene. This was my 2nd year at RPM Fest so I knew what to expect, but at the same time, I didn’t know what to expect. As it is never a repeat of the year prior at this loud and dirty circus. Continue reading
RPM Fest, the western Massachusetts-based, fiercely independent, all-ages (those under 18 must be with a parent or guardian) weekend of DIY metal music and camping has completed their final 2019 lineup with a series of reveals across social media. Inter Arma, Psychostick, Mobile Deathcamp, and The Absence have joined the bill that already includes Tombs, Acid Witch, Child Bite, INCITE, Against the Grain, S.N.A.F.U., Dead Empires, BARISHI, Heavy Temple, Cortez, Solium Fatalis, Hey Zeus, Epicenter, Ice Giant, Age of Embers, CAZADOR, VRSA, Goblet, Hepatagua, Jeopardy, Bellower, Lobotomobile, Das Muerte, The Beast of Nod, The Damaged, Worshipper, Sonic Pulse, Virus of Ideals, The Humanoids and many more bands. Early bird tickets are now gone but other options are avaialble for weekend passes. Continue reading
RPM Fest, New England’s biggest heavy music and camping festival, featuring 50 bands on three stages has announced their full lineup for this summers’ event. The fest is headed up by Tombs, Acid Witch, Child Bite, INCITE, Against the Grain, S.N.A.F.U., Dead Empires, BARISHI, Heavy Temple, Cortez, Solium Fatalis, Hey Zeus, Epicenter, Ice Giant, Age of Embers, CAZADOR, VRSA, Goblet, Hepatagua, Jeopardy, Bellower, Lobotomobile, Das Muerte, The Beast of Nod, The Damaged, Worshipper, Sonic Pulse, Virus of Ideals, The Humanoids and many more bands seen below. Continue reading
Jeopardy! gave all metal fans something to cheer about last night. Continue reading
Exams. Phone calls with my Mum. Sitting in the waiting room at the Doctors. The middle section of The Two Towers (the book). Near Death Revelations (Agonia), third album of Polish black metal act Blaze of Perdition. And the Jeopardy answer is “Things that feel like they go on for a very fucking long time, Alex”. “Congratulations, you’re right!”
OK, so maybe being flippant with an album that has clearly had a lot of work poured into it (and an album that is very well produced and crafted) is harsher than a Dave Hunt vocal, but as lengthy song bleeds into similar sounding lengthy song, it begins to do your head in. When people say the same thing over and over, getting louder each time, you don’t listen more intently, or pay more attention, you become desensitized, and when you check the running order, expecting it to be approaching the end and you’re only halfway through and there’s still another 25 minutes (plus) to go, you know this isn’t an album that will be scooping up Album of the Year accreditations.
2011’s The Hierophant (Pagan Records) positioned Blaze of Perdition as an act who were prepared to challenge the established order of things, Near Death Revelations and its less-theatrical Carach Angrenisms is a regression despite the bludgeon, headbanging stabs and aggression worked into its progressive angles; ‘Cold Morning Fears’, for example, flails and smashes from the outset, like a frost-bitten Formulas Fatal To The Flesh (Earache) Morbid Angel halted in their tracks before making a Grand Declaration of War (Necropolis).
It does have to be said that Blaze of Perdition are a very proficient band, who deal in progressive, discordant bastardized (once was) black metal with a gritty quasi mechanized metallic bent, almost as if they are the realization (and extension) of what Gehenna were trying to do with Admiron Black (Moonfog). Credit is also due to their refusal to be destroyed by adversity, following the death of bassist Ikaroz and the severe injuries suffered by vocalist Sonnellion and drummer Vizun. However, Near Death Revelations is a (seemingly endless) repetition of the same new, same new; bashing your head against the same brick wall again and again until you become numbed to the sonic overload.