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Ink 19 :: Visceral Bleeding

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Remnants Of Deprivation (Retribute). Review by Daniel Mitchell.

VISCERAL BLEEDING REMNANTS OF DEPRIVATION Retribute Swedish rockers Visceral Bleeding bring technical musicianship and math rock sensibilities to the fairly stagnant world of death metal from Sweden. Remnants Of Deprivation is kind of like an album of guys saying "Hey, watch how incredibly proficient ...

Ink 19 :: Beaten Back to Pure

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The Last Refuge of the Sons of Bitches (Retribute). Review by Matthew Moyer.

... into a beautiful, countrified dirge of mammoth bleakness. THIS is real doom, complete with guitar solos that sound like hearts rending and wounds bleeding. "Wheels Coming Off" is a killer Big Daddy Roth guitar riff, completed by Hogg's human wendigo vocals. His delivery is so guttural and bowel-wrenching ...

Ink 19 :: Cream Abdul Babar

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The Catalyst to Ruins (At A Loss). Review by Matthew Moyer.

... and treatments. I fucking love it. "Blown Goat" starts off, for my money, like The Cure circa Pornography, but inevitably ends in a pile of bleeding larynxes, broken amps and ringing ears. Thrilling stuff. "Blast And Damn" leaves me feeling kind of cold, it lacks both the experimental tendencies or ...

Ink 19 :: Wild Billy Childish / Buff Medways

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Wild Billy Childish at the 12 Bar Club in London, UK on March 10, 2002; and Buff Medways at the Dirty Water Club in London, UK on March 29, 2002. Concerts review by Matthew Moyer. Photos by Heather Lorusso.

... , either literally with Childish howling into his microphone and thrashing away at a guitar -- both plugged into the same amp, all a distorted visceral and mystical channeling of the true satanic roots of the blues, or organically as in chills and shocks in my fingertips as Wild Billy takes off his fedora ...

Ink 19 :: Jarboe

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Thirteen Masks (Atavistic). Review by Matthew Moyer.

... malfunctioning electronics, and distorted, flailing guitar on the choruses (“Dead or red,” repeated ad nauseum). This alone could make the album. A visceral punch in the face of catchy genius, twisted and fucked into something, ugly, violent and bleeding. And then the album changes gears again. “A Man ...
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