Guest Column: Three Bands You May Not Know But Should By Anaal Nathrakh’s Dave Hunt
Posted by Chris Harris on March 1, 2013 in Exclusive, Featured, Guest ColumnWe’ve reached out to our metal and hard rock brethren across the land, asking that they contribute prose to our recent series of guest columns. We ran a recent series on Five Albums That Will Change You, and the response was overwhelming.
The new topic is Three Bands You May Not Know About But Should, and we asked that each guest writer jot down a brief description of what makes each band worthy of our attention. Today, we are excited to continue this ongoing series with an entry by Dave Hunt from Anaal Nathrakh.
More black metal than most black metal, without actually being entirely metal at all. Essentially a one-man band with help from friends, this has more mysterious, bleak anguish than many explicitly metal bands could hope to achieve, wrapped up in a slightly absurdist, slightly noodly, occasionally melodically challenging and ragingly melancholic enigma. Covering ground from a post-black metal relative of something like “Over” by Portishead to more full blooded, impassioned screaming at an uncomprehending world, I don’t know anything else that sounds quite like it. There are only two albums so far, though there have been rumours of a third for several years. Check out “Drömmen Om Undergång” from Till Makabert Väsen. It burns slowly, but deep.
G.G.F.H. (Global Genocide Forget Heaven)
Euronymous once called Abruptum the pure essence of audial evil. If he was right, G.G.F.H. would be its serial killer-obsessed, ruinously-grimy cousin that it didn’t like to talk about. Techno-oriented songs of apocalyptic sickness and unspeakable deeds in dank basements. The principal release for most people was the album Disease in around 1993, but the often overlooked CDR release Serrated Smile is probably even more squalid if you can get into it. It even presaged “Breaking Bad” by having a track called “Mobile Meth Lab.” Try out the title track from Serrated Smile, or “Dead Men Don’t Rape” from Disease.
These guys were suggested by Mick. One of the more obscure bands you’re likely to (not) find, they have no website I’ve found, no Facebook page, and you can’t buy their CDs anywhere that I know of (honesty box-style downloads in most formats are available from Eternal Warfare Records). In the context of the modern digital age, they pretty much don’t exist. Wikipedia seems to think they’re a pop duo. Yet they are out there somewhere, and they play a furious form of lo-fi, primitive, real black metal. That is, unless you’re a thematic purist — they’re ‘Cascadian,’ and are apparently more interested in ecocide than horned deities. Think of a low budget Tsjuder having an argument with Wolves In The Throne Room and Man Is The Bastard about a garbage dump in the middle of a forest, and try their self-titled release from 2010.