OK, seems like this one will be a little lean, but lemme scratch a bit and give you some stuff that I love (or pecking want to line the birdcage with). PHILIP H. ANSELMO is releasing Walk Through Exits Only on his own Housecore Records. What we have here is Phil really trying to get back in the metal game; that is, not like he does with Down. This will not be a disappointment to fans. However, it WILL let some people DOWN. This is thrash metal, kind of in the Superjoint vein, really, and although it’s good, it’s not stellar. But he’s definitely pissed. He has more anger and vitriol on this release than he has in a long time. The production here is a little muddy, but that doesn’t detract from the overall rage of Anselmo’s delivery. Again, there’s not too much I can say here: If you’re interested, you should just check out the song posted below. Someone should also tell Phil that he’s one of metal's best frontmen and doesn’t need to process his voice so much. 5 Fucking Pecks.
Have you ever longed for a collection of 13 out-of-print NUNSLAUGHTER EPs? Well, if you have, your wish has come true. The penguin killers release The Devil's Congeries Vol. 1. The one cool thing is that there is artwork and information regarding everything collected. It should be noted that they are an EXTREMELY KVLT band, and that sound is VERY representative here. The first disc is the collection, while the second disc is a completely unnecessary assortment of live tracks. This is kinda cool, though; finding these seeds would be really expensive, and they are a pretty cool band. So, uhhh, yeah: these sound like bird poop, but are also pretty cool. 5 Fucking Pecks.
OLD GODS (ex-DEP) release their first full length, Stylized Violence, and it sounds a little like DEP, but, well, less noodly. And better. I’m not too sure if Jeff Tuttle writes the riffs, but this is that mid- to fast-paced kind of radio-rock thing that Dillinger have done in the past. Not to say this is wimpy. Kind of a little Black Flag and Jesus Lizard thrown into a blender. Add a little post-punk with Tuttle screaming away well under (the vocals are mixed WAY too low), with kind of crawling guitar riffs. I like this, but don’t love it. I’m sure this band slays live, and this is an admirable first release. 6 Fucking Pecks.