PUSATIONS
Frantic scratchings: the raw strokes of
a talented Rusty Short.
Crepuscule. Tonight it felt darker
than ever before, still the heat poured
out. The throat was dry, crying out for
a fluid relief, as I slowly emptied the
contents of a top-full milk carton into
my system. The cold, moist liquid ran
rapidly through, soothing the heat
drive momentarily...PPAAATOOO!
Sour! My mouth spewed out the
cringing taste of this curdled disaster,
My stomach buckled as the body
lunged forward. My head shook with
a hammering pulse as I thrust open
my jaws and a Niagra Falls of white
chunky swill stormed out of the ton-
sil gates, hosing down the black
asphalt pavement, I was bowled over
My body arched back, then radical-
ly heaved forward, mouth ajar, cheek
bones pressed tight against my eyes,
stomach contents flying every which
direction out from my orifice. My form
flung down to the ground in an un-
controlled spastic action, as murky
waste retched across my body with
a pungent aroma filling the at-
mosphere around me. My chest rose
jerkily upward, then smashing back
to the ground, again and again, un-
til I felt a large object move inside me.
The pain inside my cranium was
phenomenal, as sweat poured down
my chalky white face. Quickly, my
eyes bulged outward, as the mouth
cranked open wider than before.
Whatever it was, it was long and it
was climbing up the inside of my
throat. Arms flailing about, I could
barely handle the pain, when with a
splash, it roared out, taking my teeth
with it, plunging down to the vomit
pools on the ground. I felt empty,
blood ran down from my mouth
across my battered form, I barely had
the strength to open my eyes, pryed
shut in fear, to see what had just been
reared out of my body. In horror I saw
it, lifeless, covered with white
discharge, but how did it get into my
system? It was
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Speed raging fury, pushing
stronger than ever before with a
savage gleen you thought might be
lost since this band joined ranks with
dreaded major label, a syndrome that i
has broken many underground
bands. Alas, speedcore, metal mania
cult fan faves, Slayer, rise up with
their best release yet, stalking the
earwaves with a superb dose of ac-
celerated terrorism. Reign Of Blood,
Slayer's third album release features
mighty fine production by rappin'
double R man Rick Rubin, who
brings out the devil in these four
assaulters of mayhem. Knock that
together with some tight composi
tions and an overall maturity in song
structure and chord progression.
Slayer is driving a quick, easily en-
joyable slab of ten sonic blasting
tracks that contain a total no-holds-
barred thrust of power. Guitar slicing
and dicing by axeman Kerry King and
Jeff Hanneman kick in the rapid, fluid
licks that work hand in hand, grinding
with energy, pulsating with heavy
cranks, showing the experience of
two guitarists battling together in the
style that comes from creative minds.
Tom Araya, who keeps the backbite
strong with bass vigor, is becoming
quite the crooner as his voice
changes with the pace, occassionally
crying out an echoing shrill. What
brings this album to an exceptional
level is the song writing-not the
satanic overtones which are part of
Slayer's trademark-but the piecing
together of musical chords, leads,
pace changes, singing with har
monies and the concern about where.
to set the dynamite for the effective
explosions. Tracks like "Angel of
Death," "Criminally Insane," "Altar
Of Sacrifice" and "Piece By Piece"
deliver the fast pace, stop and go
momentum, with slow changes, and
numerous parts. There is the chaotic
bites like the ultra-fast blast of
"Necrophobic" and the charging
"Re-born" still Slayer show their
heavy side with the potent "Post-
Mortem" which works into the ker-
ranging slugfest of "Raining Blood,"
all with wailing hooks. This vinyl slab
will bring Slayer to the masses, and
if it hits with a successful punch, it
could be the start of many fast
musical composures as Reign Of
Blood pours on the airwaves. On Def
Jam Records.
Storming out of the underground,
with a good following under their belt
is the debut Lp Life Of Dreams by the
New York speedcore devastation
unit, the Crumbsuckers. This five
piece hits hard with a solid mixture.
of fast, aggressive hardcore, melted
with the drive and precision of
metallic assaults, bringing forth a
sound that bellows with chaos yet is
tight with creativity. As the music
whips up a frenzy, vocalist Notaro,
growls out a harsh spitting rage as his
voice curls with vicious snarls,
dominating this furious blend. An ob-
vious metal influence careens the
whines to wildly scream outward as
twin guitars wail with a fast combus-
tion, dispatching an uproar of boiling
sirens, Barking, striking, sounding
the alarm with solid action, the
Crumbsuckers pack in sixteen
tracks that bolt forth with crucial
deliverance, evident in "Trapped,"
"Shits Creek," "Brainwashed," "Live
to Work," and "Moment of Silence/
Mr. Hyde," which features a classy
acoustic guitar intro. The onslaught
of the Crumbsuckers is here, see
why they have such a boisterous
following. Play loud on Combat Core
Records.
Harmonious, melodic and full of
spunky rhythms with that ghoulish
delight of Misfits quality is a new
band who call themselves the Ghoul
Squad. Much like their obvious in-
fluence, Ghoul Squad has that howl-
ing vocalist effect over a raw, yet
determined guitar buzz. Lots of sing
along choruses bring a lot of fun to
a pleasure-packed sound. First off,
Misfits fans will go crazy with this
band as the aura is very similar, still
don't get your hopes up, it contains
no ex-members and they are from
Massachusetts. Secondly, the com
positions are well thought-out with
enjoyable guitar licks, and the
vocalist does have a sharp eerie ap-
peal as the drums tom away to the
beat. And thirdly, Ghoul Squad are
still a young band and, with this much
talent, are destined to go far. So de-
mand their demo and get a taste of
the Squad in action. Ghoul Squad, %
Ron Cormier, #798, W. Hyannisport,
MA 02672.
Hot out of Germany is a new thrash
ensemble who go by the name Com-
bat Not Conform with a passion for
speed, missiling power and a knack
for well-written lyrics. The brilliance.
revealed by the songwriting shows a
heartfelt emotion and a fine composi
tion in structure and poetry, as the
feminine vocals bring it all to an im-
pressive caliber. Vocalist Yvonne
swoops down with an unnatural vocal
approach that mixes well with the raw
sonic blast the band wallops out.
Jumping from chord to chord, utiliz-
ing rapid energy, odd bites and
straight forward drives of hardcore.
velocity, Combat Not Conform
deliver a unique sound. Songs like
"Keep Your Head," "You Turn Away"
"Youth of Today" and "Clutzy" all
show promise that sparks a new
talent. A different approach to guitar
with quick little ditties popping up
everywhere is the highlight of Com-
bat Not Conform's debut album,
on
Love Destiny Records,
Winterfeldstr. 36, 1000 Berlin 30, West
Germany.
New Beginning Records are strik-
ing up with their second release,
another east coast powerhouse by
the name of Underdog. This four
song EP has a feeling of monumen-
tous Bad Brains hardcore, yet
Underdog steam with a style all their
own, barking with raw, uncompromis
ing guitars, continual drum smacks
and mixed paced action, which blend
together a fine debut of a seven inch
hardcore platter. Vocals carry a
strong weight with this feverish unit.
Watch for Underdog on New Begin-
ning Records, Box 4461, Davis, CA
95616
On the horizon for upcoming
releases are two new ones by Seat-
tle's brash splattercore outfit, namely
the Accused, with a 5 song 12" and
an entire LP, both being all newly
recorded material. The advance tape
totally smokes and should have all
running for cover, especially when
you hear the album title, More Fun
Than An Open Casket Funeral. Out of
England, the masters of total distor-
tion gone lovingly mad, those craz-
ed musicians called Disorder will
have a new mini-LP out soon entitl
ed Someday Son All This Will Be
Yours. A five-tracker which is a bit
tamer for Disorder, yet still utterly po-
tent, featuring Taf on vocals, since
Boobs is no longer with the band.
Norwegian mates of Disorder, Kafka
Process have a new release out that
shreds the decibels far and wide.
Good kick-in-the-butt hardcore from
Norway.
Ah, the Stoopids, excuse me, the
Stupids, have released their second
Chewy Accused thumping out more fun....
LP, quickly following the success of
Peruvian Vacation, and as expected
it's a beard's nightmare of being
shaved. Fast, sonic zooming blasts,
mercury rising aggression, raw, un-
compromising fun, and that comedic
edge, which the Stupids herald as
their trademark. Retard Picnic cranks
up with sixteen mind-tremoring
assaults that could just pull the cloth
off the table and totally break
everything upon it with the craziness
this English trio dish out. A black ball
down the bowling alley smashes the
pins into smithereens as tracks like
Sleeping Troubles," "Jesus, Do
What You Want To Do," "Waltz Of
The New Wavers" and naturally. "We
Suck" keeps the Stupids in fine form
and in the tradition they have form-
ed. Imagine a continuous barrage of
thrash mayhem that is tight and well-
oiled, with mumblings thrown in, a
few humorous jokes, all while Tom-
my's still trying to sing as fast as he
can, while playing the drums too,
keeping his stamina at a skull-
crushing beat. Soon, the Stupids will
be the idols of many, and Wolfie fan
clubs will pop up everywhere. It's not
that serious, but totally exhilirating
with fun. Yah dude! On Children Of
The Revolution Records.
Critical meltdown snapping a loud
volume of maniac speed, driving with
vital punches that break the doors
down comes a tough, split album out
of Germany that keeps the word
radical alive. Two bands share the bill
here, the power-packed Hostages Of
Ayatollah and the furious Manson
Youth. Both sides are titled as if their
own separate disc. Hostages Of
Ayatollah's Kaaba Kaaba Hey rips in-
to ten lightning blasting tracks full of
stampeding fury that bashes with a
total exertion of talent and force. Up-
front guitar vigor saturates the charge
and pumps out a raw buzzsawing
roar that grins with havoc licks and
maniac strumming. Tongue flailing
vocals spit out wildly with a gigantic
charisma, as the native German
language predominates here. This
band has the capacity to ravage,
which proves effective on this, their
second release. Flip this black vinyl
slab over and welcome yourself to
Manson Youth's Only Time Will Tell,
eight rabid cuts of brutal thrash run
amok, combating a barrage of nail-
ing bass plucks and quick buzzing
guitar screeching. Features Yvonne
on vocals, who also sings with Com-
bat Not Conform, and her voice
lunges straight from the larnyx to
push out the lengthy lyrics in a vein
similar to Penelope Houston of the
Avengers. The hurling persistance of
Manson Youth, keeps the fire burn-
ing and a good debut. The LP comes
with a poster and is on Zorro,
Oraniestr. 36, 1000 Berlin 36, West
Germany
Graunched-out vocals harshly.
bulldoze the way for this frantic
Swedish thrash release by Rovsvett.
On there second EP, Rovsvett con-
tinue with the full-tilt thunderous
uproar of ripping raw guitar,
splashing cymbals and the deep
growls of crooner gone mad, Jerker
Persson who thrusts the tonsils in
blistering action. Seven songs in the
split second uncompromising
Swedish fashion that is rigorous yet
outcries with a crude cargo. Write to
Rovsvett at Sofiadahlberg 4, 57300
Tranas, Sweden.
Nuclear Assault is metal gone
hardcore. Their debut twelve incher
Brain Death shows the extreme
power of a metallic energy that packs
the wallop with speed and quick
snare drum smashing. Nuclear
Assault was formed by ex-Anthrax
bassist Dan Lilker, who was also in
the Stormtroopers Of Death project,
and with the help of John Conolle,
Anthony Bramante and Glenn Evans
has made a band that mixes
crossover elements with a street feel,
really getting the pace raging. Even
though this EP only features 3 songs,
a strong energy exists with teeth grit-
ting metallic leads and heavy riffs, still
plunging headlong into some rapid
chords. Vocals raucously whine forth,
as the music chants its beats, ready
to attack, and when it does is tur-
bulent and thrusting hard. Nuclear
Assault will appeal mostly to the
thrashbanger, but the experience of
this band shows in the distinct
musical structure. A wild intro to their
forthcoming LP. On Combat Records.
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