Apator - Het Geluid Kruipt (1989)

So I can finally rip vinyl. Unfortunately, I can't scan covers, but nevermind. Here's the only 7" I own from the mighty Apator, as mentioned in my savant metal post. There's no metal here, just lo-fi electronic and vocal evil. Oppressive atmosphere. Worth listening. Noisebastard exclusive. Yo.

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Not sure quite what to make of this...

Whore - Suicide Massacre (2005)

Satisfyingly abrasive UKBM from the nightmarish Ballardian sprawl of Essex. Long tracks of unrelenting VON-influenced black metal, drenched in white noise and underpinned by the monolithic monotony of a distorted drum machine. The vocals are heavily effected, rising like ghosts from the acrid miasma and screaming incomprehensible invective. Cover of VON's "Satanic Blood" is better than most.

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P.S. Sorry, I only have this ripped as a 128kbps WMA file and can't find the CD, but with music this lo-fi it's really not that important.

Smokin' Willie - Smokin' Willie

Reverb-choked 'lude-rockers sing the barbiturate blues. The fuzz solos on the heavy tracks scyth through the murk and go straight for the back of your brain, struggling up from the leaden mire of the rhythm section, which pounds monolithically (this is of course a good thing). The lighter songs, covers of "Whiter Shade of Pale" and "House of the Rising Sun", while still maintaining the downer vibes, disrupt the flow of the sludgier pieces somewhat, and break up the album in a mildly frustrating way. Well above the biker rock/heavy psych average though.

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Slashing Death - Irrevocably and With No Hope (1989)

Vintage Polish savagery from this pre-Vader unit. Although ostensibly a black/thrash record, this is so raw and chaotic that the faster moments sound like 7 Minutes of Nausea on a metal tip. Plenty of splashing cymbals, manic guitar abuse and guttural vocals make for a thrilling listen. Parts of this bear comparison to Blasphemy and their progeny, but with a near-psychedelic looseness few war metal bands achieve. Some of it even made me think of Peter Brotzmann, for no good reason. The token "ambient" intro with Santana guitar and machine gun fire is a vintage treat, too.

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Skull Hell - Death Lust Demo (2009)

Something I finally recorded today that I've been planning for a long time. Unlistenably raw BM in tribute to all those 80s demo bands no one remembers (but I'll be uploading here). Let me know what you think.

1. Death Lust
2. Cruelty of the Grave
3. The Burning
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Abstract Satan - Demo 7512 (2004)

Insane black metal from the wilds of Russia. Unlike the vast majority of Eastern European BM, this is bestial, ritualistic BM in the vein of VON and Havohej, rather than Burzum-indebted or folk-influenced. The production is a bass-heavy chthonic rumble, but everything is fairly audible. The vocals are heavily VON-influenced, but the liberal amounts of reverb make them sound even more inhuman. Programmed drums don't sound overly artificial, and keep a steady hypnotic grind (these short songs feel much longer than they are). This came out in 2004 in an appropriately obscurist edition of 66 copies, so I hope they don't mind me making it more widely available.

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Elvie Thomas - Motherless Child Blues

Gut-wrenchingly bleak pre-war blues song of the day has to be Elvie Thomas - Motherless Child Blues. Available on Various Artists - "American Primitive II:Pre-War Revenants" on Revenant Records.

From a now defunct bug chasing forum... (disturbing)

I went to visit my younger sister in America last month and it was great; we had a wonderful time. She’s at University over there and was working on a term paper and she had borrowed some notes from a friend of hers – “Poor Tim” as she always referred to him. She told me he was a really sweet guy and actually “SO handsome” and she thought he had a crush on her. But he was in a wheelchair after a really bad car accident he had when he was a little kid and could barely walk. Anyway, she had finished with his notes and was dashing off to work – and realised that she HAD to return them to him so he could study from them. He lived just a few blocks away and she was late already… could I return them to him for her? I wasn’t doing anything – so I said okay – and I admit… I WAS a bit curious about this bloke who was “SO handsome”…
I went over to his flat just after she left, and I was a bit surprised when he came to the door in his wheelchair. He WAS rather good looking, just as my sister said! He was about 22, blond, blue eyes – and if he were not in the wheelchair, he would have been about 6 feet tall. I could tell that he worked his upper body a bit – as he had pretty big arms and a well-defined chest, but his legs were quite obviously thinner and almost withered looking, from what I could tell beneath the sweat pants he was wearing. He had a beautiful smile – and I knew I HAD to have him.
He was really nice, too and after dropping off the notes I hung around just chatting. We had a few beers and after a bit he was a lightweight – I could tell he was getting a bit drunk. It was really obvious he had a crush on my sister from the way he talked about her, and I came really close to just TELLING him to give up on her. He didn’t deserve my little sister – he deserved ME…
So I went for it. I said to him, right out- “Can I fuck you?” and he looked at me with the most shocked look on his face, yet he smiled weakly and tried to make a joke.
“Yeah, right.” He said, laughing. I moved closer to him in that chair. He leaned back, away from me, scared? “I’m NOT gay, dude” he said, trying to be as butch as he could – but even he seemed to realise the dynamic here: him in a wheelchair, me stronger than him; what was to stop me from taking whatever I wanted?
So instead of asking, I just SAID it. “I want to fuck you, Tim.” He realised I mean business and made funny little plea for his manhood. “Do you need money? I don’t have much, but I have some…”
“I don’t want your cash, Tim. I want your ass. NOT your cock – although you probably can’t use it anyway, being in a wheelchair – but I don’t care. I just want to fuck you. Now.” I moved real close to him and said, right in his ear “And what if I just went ahead and fucked your virgin ass? You must be a virgin – huh? What if I did? Who would believe you? Who would care? Who could stop me?”
He was scared, I could see – and then I heard it – something gurgling from where he sat, a kind of squishy noise – what was that? He tried to roll away, but that didn’t work - Before I knew it, I had him out of that chair and on the floor. I was right about his legs – like two withered sticks and I grabbed him by the ankles and put them together and crossed his ankles, locking him into place. He was whimpering and still trying to crawl away – he WAS strong, but I was stronger, so needless to say he could not get away. I pulled his sweat pants down to reveal a pair of baggy plastic pants, covering a pair of adult sized disposable diapers – and the worst smell – and I realised THAT’S what that sound must have been; Poor Tim had shit himself. I ripped the tapes of those diapers, and he just started bawling and crying when he figured out what I was going to do – this was better than I thought! I SLOWLY removed those smelly diapers, and stroked his pale white ass cheeks, now covered with his shit fear; I let it sink in that I was going to fuck him. Getting them off and tossing them away in the corner with a splat, I ripped off one of his socks and wiped his ass as clean as I could, exposing his tiny, pink virgin hole. I could see his little penis too; he had the smallest, shriveled up penis I had ever seen – but I didn’t care; I flipped him over anyway. I fucked that white, skinny, shitty ass in every way imaginable, 3 times if I recollect; I took my time and pumped 3 good sized loads of positive cum up his ass, all the while telling him I was giving him AIDS. It was so hot – made all the more exciting by the fact that he would not give in – he resisted to the end and the last time I fucked him I flipped him over on his back and could well see why: he really had NO feeling below the waist; that bare, little cock was shriveled up to the size of a pea. So at least I knew I was not hurting him – and I fucked him the hardest that third time. It was hot.
I left after that, he was a bawling mess – splayed out on the floor, sweatpants around his skinny ankles, his pale, milky white ass ripped and still oozing my blood-flecked cum from his virginal hole. God I hope I pozzed him up – I never really found out. Poor Tim.

Stephen David Heitkotter - Heitkotter (1971)

Ok, this is one of those records people like me dream about. An institutionalised ex-garage rock vocalist spilling his blues over loose, shambling jams that foreshadow Royal Trux 15 years early. Pressed as a single acetate copy with cryptic label scrawlings. You can hear the Thorazine in this, with the stumbling, ramshackle musicianship and production-free tape haze. Pretty much the furthest fringe of outsider music, and a bloody good listen!

The Acid Archives spake thusly:

"Intense real people/fringe LP popular among psych mafiosos, a 3-man band with guitar, bass and drums led by Steven David Heitkotter, presumably recorded inside the mental institution where the guy has been for decades. Track titles include "Hangin' All Night", "Quaker, Dog Got Away" and the 14-minute "Fly Over The Moon". The vibe is intense and feverish like a nightmare, unique LP that lives up to its reputation. This may have been a test press only and comes in a blank cover, except for the handwritten title. He was also in a garage band in the 1960s that released a few 45s. [PL]"

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Post-Hyphy psychosis

When UK kids collectively overdid the E abuse, they got jungle, the bay area got this. Not sure which I prefer.