Moshing

The greatest failure of our modern society is how we taught ourselves to sit still during productions 

The idea of a mosh is to make physical contact, without getting hurt. Overall mentality: don’t be a cunt. Some people tend to forget moshing is a style of dancing, and not a fighting style. It’s an expression of freedom. You might get hurt and you're bound to get sweat on you. Standing there with your girlfriend and a full draught, doesn't make you cool, it makes you a dumb cunt.

In South Africa, moshes are small and static. This doesn't make it easier to mosh responsibly, because there is usually a dumbass jock fucking it up. If you don’t want to mosh, then stand aside. Do not get mad when someone bumps you; rather just get the fuck out of the way.

If someone falls, immediately pick them up. I reckon it’s easier to die from being trampled than being punched. Do not try and control the mosh. The mosh is a delicate interdependent system that requires participation. It is a test of perseverance; coming in and pushing everyone around for one song defines you as a dumb cunt.  

Some tips I found useful: don’t stick out your tongue, in fact, keep your jaw clenched if possible. Lift your arms, but tuck in your elbows (for momentum and shit). Tie your shoes. Hopefully, with some logic and consideration we can make moshing a more fun pastime for all alike.

Death – Spiritual Healing (reissue)

A reissue usually ends as a buy for the die-hard fans, definitely a glimpse for timid metal fans and continue whatever you were doing if you don’t like metal. Originally a 1990 release, Spiritual Healing remains a critically-acclaimed, noteworthy album. This will definitely not be an exercise in nostalgia, seeing as I was 3 months old during the time of its initial release. Yet, 23 years later they made a reissue and seems like the perfect time to lay down some opinions on Death.

They are one of those pioneering bands that you just cannot talk shit about if you’re truly interested in the origin of death metal. Having a life-span of 18 years, the band was bound to go through some teething problems and teenage angst. Retrospectively easy to criticise, Spiritual Healing is perhaps not their greatest release (Sound of Perseverance comes to mind). It’s nonetheless an amazing album. This reissue presents cleaner production, something lacking in the original release. The album contains 8 tracks with a variation of songs, clocking in at 43 minutes. Chuck Schuldiner is nothing short of a legend, by being a masterful soloist and lyricist – the solos and lyrics being the main feature on the album.  

I think the original Spiritual Healing was a step in the right direction, representing a progressing force with their third album. Death pretty much defined death metal in its early years, even though the death metal label has now far transcended its pioneers. For one, Chuck’s trademark aggressive and screechy vocals is not definitive of the genre anymore.

Spiritual Healing has an experimental sound in comparison with the rest of Death’s discography. The album has a frantic feel to it, with the vocals taking dominance. The title track is amazing, ranging from slow to extremely fast. The song Low Life contains amazing vocal techniques. The lyrics differing from controversial matters to straightforward political messages.

Known more for their logo and album art than their music, I feel Death is a pioneering band that deserves our respect. But, perhaps not our money from just a reissue. The point is that this merely a record label gimmick and delivers not much new except better post-studio production.

Juggernaught – Bring the Meat Back

They are manly, rugged, ballsy and probably drink lots of whiskey. Now that we have all the manly catchwords out of the way, let us focus. This is fucking good music. Live they are truly spectacular and definitely not the average rock on the radio. Their new album, Bring the Meat Back has eleven songs, clocking in at about 41 minutes, and is of the best-produced rock that SA has delivered.

Bad Idea is a spectacularly catchy song. With Herman screaming “Bad. It was a bad idea”, I succumb to imagery of drinking whiskey out of the bottle, riding on a Harley on the N1, blazing at 200 kilometres an hour. An awesome tune with bizarre bass riffs from Angilo, mixed with a cowbell ranging from 2:30 to 3:10. This song is a full-bodied intro that sets the tone of the album.

Train is a glorious song, and my favourite. The intro of the song is spectacular – seventeen seconds of sheer bliss. The guitar is a chilling melody, representing the archetype image of rock. The drums roll in, adding to the flavour that takes you into the band room and immediately my head starts to sway. Throughout the song, one automatically tries to imitate Herman’s deep voice, myself missing it by at least an octave. Amazing pronunciation on certain lyrics, such as “The sound of guitars and the smell of sweat. Is this as good as it gets?”

The Storm starts with a catchy guitar-riff. I enjoy the extended pronunciation of the lyrics, because it gives that extra groove that place emphasis on all the right places. A catchy, rocking chorus. Beef or Chicken is my second favourite song. A slap in the face of religion, or rather a satirical take on the guilt induced by religion. I am astonished by the lyrics; my favourite: “How come our preacher got so big car? – Money, money, money buys salvation”.

The self-titled single, Bring the meat back has deep growling vocals and a guitar riff that cuts through bone. With a spectacular music video, this song is definitive of their sound.

Wors is a cool, catchy musical exposé of South African braai culture. With a fucking funny Hadida sample, this is my new braai anthem. That cowbell interests the shit out of me. “Wors. Fok ja!”

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Dead Rejects – Screaming by Myself

Having been influenced by the likes of The Infested and No Cash, Dead Rejects is a three-piece band from Jersey City. Screaming by Myself is an 8-track Ska-core album that you can download here. Personally, I wasn't a big fan of Sleeping is for Suckers that was released in April. Yet, I felt Screaming by Myself deserved attention due to it having an immense variation of sound. Continuing the iconic ‘dying monster’ drinking coffee album cover, it clocks in at 27:40 and meant to be listened as a whole (as all albums should be listened). The Crack Rock Steady label is fair (if you ignore some Punk Rock elements), yet I feel the Ska-core/Ska-punk labels are more appropriate.

Ruthless World first chorus being “Fuck the world, cause everything seems to be wasting away”, I felt in good company. It’s a nice, anthem-ish song and strong start to the album. I dare associate this song with the likes of Against All Authority and The Casualties.

Insane has a bizarre intro riff. Interesting progression into ska-beats, notably having only one guitarist. Screaming by myself ranges from accessible punk rock to more guttural vocals. Rejects from the dead is full blown Ska-Punk and the bass is awesome. Set it to fire and Dead Chords have a melancholic feel to them.

Overall a must listen for fans of heavier Punk music.

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ING – Ingquisition

As it has been years since I have received a physical copy of a local band's music, played it and not immediately being put off, interest was immediately invoked. ING brings a fresh sound to the table and with politically oriented lyrics they create terrifying imagery. They’re hard to compare, but I would venture to name Exodus as a likeness.

The album gives the feel of revolution on the brink. In a milieu of a heating political atmosphere and general violence, ING establishes an authentic feel. Clocking in at 46 minutes, with 13 tracks in total, this is a full-bodied LP that deserves recognition.

After a comic introduction, the song Ingquisition takes full control. The awesomeness of Thrash occupying your ears is supplemented by a remarkable and fitting solo. The vocals are powerful and adds to the fast-tempo of the rushing guitars. The drums pound away to amazing riffs and I’m immediately sold as a fan.   

Subsiding Murder starts with an interesting sample. An impressive bass lick gives way for short, fast transitions that pleases my ears. I love the composition of the vocals; well-crafted drumming adds to the flavour by giving it a swaying feeling.

Organ Donor brings the album to full swing. On the heavier side of things, this is what defines them as Thrash in my eyes. Fast tempo, impressive rhythm and general good mix between the instruments makes for a full bodied sound.

The song Julius is too much. With a comic sample imitating Julius Malema as the retard he is, it’s obvious this band takes a stance on idiocy and I cannot support their fight more. With an epic chorus of ‘Julius’ breaking at 1:56 this is an explosive track. The track ranges from completely satirical to demonically serious. 

Systematic cull-ture presents a feel of a fast Punk-Anthem vibe. This is one of the coolest songs to have come out of Cape Town. With harmonies of the chanting of ‘fight’ I admire their stylistics. 

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NOFX – Self Entitled

Self Entitled is a superb twelfth studio album on self-owned label Fatwreckchords. Lasting the ages, and not old yet, NOFX delivers an album with sincerely serious topics in a humorous manner. They are all about the anti-everything fun. This album deals with serious topics, and can be mistaken for anything they have ever released prior. Whether purist or poser you need to give this album a listen. Self Entitled comprises 12 songs that provide half an hour of bliss and pain. 

72 Hookers sings about terrorists who need hookers. It’s a tongue-in-cheek political satire, proudly singing “fighting will cease, when everyone’s getting blowjobs; that’s when we finally will have world peace”. Funny, sensitive issues are what NOFX does best.

I Believe in Goddess presents a short song with nihilistic/atheistic lyrics. It is a very good song whose melody gets stuck in your mind.

Ronnie & Mags is where the old meets new – a song about the events of the 80’s in modern style.

She Didn't Lose Her Baby sings about a cocaine addict losing her son. It’s a face-paced song, with sad lyrics.

I, Fatty incorporate bizarre harmonies.

Secret Society has a quasi-political message, to an old Pennywise type melody. As always the lyrics are as amazing as shocking.

Cell out is a freaking awesome song, humorously commenting on the authenticity of punk. Weird dance beats affirms the fluidity of NOFX. It’s less than fair calling these legends ‘sell-outs’; doing so you just affirm your ignorance. It’s fair not liking their new music, but they persevered through times when punk was fashionable, and not. This makes them noteworthy of what DIY ethics is about. Mike singing “I’m a sell-out” makes me wonder how will this whole bullshit rhetoric about being a ‘pure’ punk will end.

My Sycophant other has a nice rocking sound. The song has a very bizarre voice sample.

I've got one jealous again, again is a song about Mike divorcing his wife, because he cheated on his one love music. He at least scored some good albums.

Xmas has been X’ed is another song hammering on the societal influence of Christianity, and how we would be better without it. 

Zombies ate my girlfriend - Patient Zero

A pandemic and a parody

It’s cheerfully ironic that Zombies arrived to clean the cesspool of South African metal. Since Zombies entered the Western Cape scene, few were left with any doubt that we are in the presence of an enigma. With an affinity for extensive songs, integrating insane harmony between the guitars and the vocals there is simply no room for boredom. Aesthetically bringing an innovative project to the table, Patient Zero proceeds through a four-song journey to hell and back.

Adriano (an enigma himself) has led and developed the guitar sound of Zombies to a unique, dynamic level. Gavin on the vocals is simply an annihilation of screams. He engulfs the microphone with lows and highs, spewing intelligent lyrics that reduce the divide between music and poetry. About Louis (ex- Broken Result vocalist) nothing negative can be uttered: a late addition to the band, Louis has become diagnostic of the Zombies pandemic. Ex- Day Turns Night drummer Ferdi pounds the drums with such vengeance that respect for the mighty beast is immediately earned. With Wesley on bass, Zombies transcend the stale convention of only being good in studio, with their live shows bringing about a spectacle worth witnessing from the heavens.

Deathworm

Deathworm is so tasteful that even “God is getting jiggy with it”. Starting with exploding vocals and fast-paced drumming Deathworm creates a sif sound not for the faint of heart. At 02:30 one is invited to a succession of melody, before a massive detonation. With Ferdi pounding the drums with pin-point precision and unholy lyrics such as “your God is dead”, we have to bow before the monstrous importance of Zombies.

Whatever Forever

Whatever Forever starts with powerful drum variations and with the lyrics “if you can’t handle this, just kill yourself for fuck sake” you are immediately seduced into head-banging. By the end the words “all fair in love and war” is etched into your mind. Holistically, Whatever Forever is a satirical ‘go-fuck-yourself’. By 02:40 the drums and lead-guitar climax into an apocalyptic wasteland of chaos, swaying rhythms leading the way to an erogenous exhibition of what metal can deliver in South Africa.

Silent Night

Silent Night is my personal favourite. The intro’s vocals stand unmatched, built through a tower of sound. With biblical fierceness Zombies established a new rite – a carol for the damned. This song demands their just place as talented musicians who are able to create divine ecstasy.

Robert Carlyle

By contributing to the pandemic, Robert Carlyle rounds off the milieu of refined chaos. This song exposes their ability to create complex music, without falling into a cycle. The song comprises two unconventional tempos between the vocals and the rhythm of the guitars, making the diction different to other songs.

In essence

Zombies ate my girlfriend makes the shepherds shit themselves. After the trip to hell and back, one is left perplexed as to the array of sounds that have infested your brain. With a complex, refined sound it is incommensurable to gauge the seemingly endless potential of Zombies ate my girlfriend. Simply put a super-group – sharing a lot of talent and experience. 

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