Due to the double-edged sword of mentioning more bands per page than any other ‘zine, the opinions expressed are flippant or fawning and not very believable.
The third and final installment of “Retro Hell!,” the purge of pop-nostalgia using the roughage of pulp to flush the system clean of reminiscent waste products.
Two cuts from Face Down In Turpentine, two cuts from their upcoming Secret Robot Control, and two cuts that won’t be available anywhere else, so buy up kids!
Automatic Head Detonator recorded a guerrilla show outside a Sonic Youth gig on a flatbed. You can hear Thurston’s guitar in the background between songs.
“It has the start-stop beat you like but without the distortion and the guy can sing a lot better than Paige Hamilton, even if he does sing through his nose.”
Occasionally, keyboards, dulcimers, and guitars fade in and out, but the voice, and its echoing layers, make this a perfect CD for a quiet night by candlelight.
I was impressed with their first album, Svartalvheim, on Listenable, but The Canian Cronicle is truly above any standard set by Ancient, and maybe black metal.