Never More Intense

We never love more intensely than in the raining, flaming wrath of war

Clawing free in the wildest ecstasy of carnal and banal red memories

Spit on defeat and the dirty, lumpy ashes of shredded meat

Wonderful View XXXIV

Only the prettiest ones look good in red

Take A Stand

Stand proud among the weak, the meek, the lambs to the slaughter. Take no shit from the shitty community, and set out proud to shit on their cracked skulls. 

All hail the stubborn fucker who did not want to budge from a test of physique with my front fender last night. You truly took no shit from anyone…

Winding Down

As the year is winding down its last few pathetic moments, I feel like recalling the more interesting soundtracks of some bloody joyful days. The anthems of sweaty, breathtaking evening hunts, down the concrete jungle’s labyrinth. 

And fuck the year’s ‘best of’ list…who gives a shit anyway?

One bloody January

Some fine tasty young blood

And a hell lot of running 

And a hell lot of dripping

Oh shit, let me have some more beautiful days like these…

Dimmer Days

There are days when whatever dim sense of hope I have for life simply grows dimmer and dimmer. Today’s one of those day.

It’s that kind of day when another asshole thinks s/he is the center of the world, and everyone else who thinks otherwise are jerks.

Lovely bunch of meat that the world -or at least my line of sight- could surely do without.

Nevertheless, they do present those lovely times when listening to the likes of Dishammer becomes such a pure joyful moment of misanthropy.

Vintage Hate

Rough Hating

Filthy Surprises

I never thought the 2000s can still bring forth tasty, filthy, hate-inducing musical marvels as the good ole 90s did. Turns out I’m quite wrong. Here are my four picks of the decade’s end tastiest filth and darkness anyone could ever bite and shred.

2008’s Witchtanic Hellucinations

2010’s Under The Hammer of Destruction

2011’s Doom of the Occult

2010’s Under The Sign Of The D-Beat Mark

Owl-choke

I just learnt here that ‘Kvelertak’ is Norsk for stranglehold or chokehold. I have also just learnt that it’s the moniker for a so-called rock n’ roll (?) band hailing from Norway.

Why I bothered to find out, you might ask? Well, because this Norwegian band album cover is just so damn curious. It gave me that perplexing expectation of either a 70s sounding psychedelic Sludge/Doom band or something else completely (which would probably end up being a major disappointment and waste of time).

Anyway, I just cannot resist that beautiful cover art. It is like you can almost lick the sinister tinge underneath that uncanny looking owl with the tentacles and the fairy looking females around it. Hell, you can almost say that the owl really got me on a chokehold to listen to the band.

Sure am glad that I did let it choke me. It’s no Sludge/Doom, but it surely has some killer 70s riffs (like the Hendrix-esque jam on ‘Sultans of Satan’ or the Sabbath-sounding one on ‘Liktron’).

PS: The hell with that Wikipedia (dis)information on the band’s ‘rock n’ roll’ music style. This is hard rockin’ metal with balls! Nothing less! Now go get choked!

Gasp on the owl-choke!