Profiling a small label can have many benefits. First and foremost, it gives attention to lesser known labels which distribute great yet underappreciated records. Secondly, it allows for listeners to experience similar bands as the majority of labels align their genres. The French label Throatruiner Records offers a specific sound. At the intersection between hardcore and extreme metal is a dark yet energetic potential. If anyone thinks “metalcore” lies on the other side, I want to be there to take pictures of your face when you finally hear it. I was excited with Throatruiner because it seems to care less about genre as it does intensity. Whatever will break down this front door will be sent to the front of the line. Good morning everyone.
My experience with Throatruiner Records has been marked with great interest and wild abandon as their records lie on the outside of what I would normally experience. This has been a completely random discovery but I feel my summer will be better for it. I have always appreciated bands who play and experiment with the parameters of genre. To some it may be horrific noise but to others it plays like a well crafted symphony. I do not know which side to support. Perhaps right in the middle.
Well, my wife has a migraine tonight and at one point she came in bleary eyed and told me to put on my headphones if I was going to continue to do this article. I am certain anything from this label will not be allowed to play on open speakers ever again. There is only so much soul draining blackened sludge one person can take before they have had enough. I am not there yet. I will listen to these records until the world smothers itself with its own evil. It is time to descend into the catacombs.
Holy fuck. This record climbed right on top of me. Like a really bad experience with unfamiliar drugs, Love Sex Machine populates the listeners world with horrific nightmares. I came close to feeling something similar last night during one of my weekly night terrors. I swear to god, someone is hiding in this closet. I began this article because of Love Sex Machine’s tracklist. One glance at the song titles and the listener is aware of a silent pact with which there is little room for escape. My affection for Love Sex Machine only comes after an appreciation for bands like Thou but also the desire to immerse oneself in the confines of blackened sludge. Love Sex Machine is relentless. At the crawl of eternity there is little room to breathe but plenty enough space to die.
Sludge doom. Angry fucking sludge doom. Cowards takes the very simple concept of emotive angst and builds inescapable cities from this seething emotion. Shooting Blanks and Pills comes from Paris and by the second song in I assume the entire city is covered in some sort of grime which is now causing lung infections. While the band does its share of short power bursts, the real charm of this record are the tracks which near ten minutes. The devastating “Scarce” and the despondent anthem “Grand Failire” make flagships for an album which navigates the water of total fucking misery. This is a break up album after 2 bottles and 20 years of ruminating hatred. Fuck yeah.
Now onto something lighter. Something darker. Hello Satan. Huata’s Atavist of Mann offers a brief moment of pause between the blistering black metal and hardcore. Even a record this far underground can seem peaceful. Huata comes cloaked in robes and promises satanic sacrifice and possessed stoner doom. I know I say this a lot but the use of an organ can really accent your record and give the type of sinister presence unheard in many releases. While Huata may seem like another Electric Wizard/Sleep knock off, their reach and talent far exceeds anything on this plane of existence. This is stoner music for an individual who has far surpassed the common parameters of thought.
I’m not even going to take the time to explain the word “screamo” to people who may have the wrong impression. There are more pressing issues at hand and two minutes into Collected a clear distinction can be drawn. Birds in Row is drawn from a lengthy and strong line of emotive hardcore. The band is currently working on a new record which is being released by Deathwish INC. For now Throatruiner collected the early 7 inches and Eps to combine them into an impressive package. Oh, also when I say “early,” I mean 2009. I dislike making any prediction of a band’s potential. I can only speak of the certain. Collected is a solid release and possible prelude to a career yet unfolded. This is all. I need more tattoos. I need A tattoo. What about a wizard?
Rigorime, in total is 8 minutes and 23 seconds. It is only four tracks. Though short, Calvaiire manages to make my head feel like wet pulp by the end of the first track. Holy shit, it sounds like this collective plays on broken instruments but has long ago stopped caring. With screams, shrieks, and snarls buried far across a deep landscape, the band delivers bruising shiners. If I was in a fight, I would take Calvaiire as backup. They sound like they could do some damage in a short time frame. I need to stop drinking in France and may be I will stop getting into these situations. The closing track “Blut” surprises me as it drops into a healthy swagger which flails and kicks as much as it begs for dancing. This band is a collective from members of Birds in Row and As We Draw. Their cover may also contain a penis. I am not certain on this. I hope they don’t kick the shit out of me. All I know is I need to lay down after that 8 minutes and 23 seconds.
And the second instance of a nude woman on a cover. This time with guns. I wish I heard Elizabeth when I was getting into punk rock in 9th grade. Compared to the stuff I was listening to in my early teens, Elizabeth is 10 times older and 100 times more disturbed. Violent, moody, sarcastic, this is everything I would have adored and something I could still endear. I started writing love letters to this band after hearing “The Call.” We were meant to be together. Elizabeth is also from Saint Brieuc which is a part of Birttany, a northwest region of France. Saint Brieuc also appears to be the headquarters for the majority of Throatruiner artists. What in the hell is going on in that town?
Remember that four track record at 8 minutes, well we now travel to another four track record at 52 minutes. The cover for Comity’s The Journey is Over Now is a bleak black and white photo of a submerging ship. The song titles are merely sectional indications and no track goes below 8 minutes. The genre tags associated range from grindcore and black metal to noise and post-metal. This is the sound of a shipwreck. By damn, if the French haven’t finally given us an aural equivalent to chaotic despair and the inevitable conclusion of death by icy waters. Do not let the track lengths or my previous description sway you from this record. The amount of care and attention to song writing heard in this record is phenomenal. I only wish it was released this year so I could discuss it more thoroughly. Fucking hell Comity. Start releasing more material so I can praise you.
What a cool fucking cover. I would display this over my mantle if I had a mantle to display records. Splits are a great way to experience new acts. The three way split between We Draw, Eugelena, and Hexis is extremely varied both musically and nationally. As We Draw is from France and I know their sound begins in the post-hardcore arena but that is all I am sure of. In fact, I really do not know what post-hardcore means anymore. All I know is that these two songs are incredible. Euglena, fuck what do I say. I never knew you existed until hearing this track. It made me recoil in horror but that is the best compliment I could give to you my new Russian friends. Hexis, from the Netherlands, perhaps crystallizes Throatruiner’s thesis. The two songs on this three way split lay an abrasive black metal drumbeat over unchained hardcore animosity.
At some points I cannot top the descriptions provided by the label.
“Three bands, three different interpretations of hardcore/punk, two continents, one policy: Destroy”
Bravo gentleman and ladies, I know exactly what I am getting into. Bravo. Bone Dance and Divider both do a tremendous job raising hardcore under heavy metal values. Both bands are from the United States though separated by time zones. Bone Dance goes for your knees first while Divider goes for the neck. I can not think of a better illustration than with hungry wolves. As for Plebeian Grandstand. Well. Fuck. there seems to be no better way to end this article than with a tornado of glass and hate. The combination of “Woe is Me” and “Woe is You” was enough to force a standing ovation with shredded skin. Bravo everyone. Goddamn it.
I felt this article was important as a response to a surplus of excitement. I would like to think this column was paid off in bribes of cash, guns, and well designed vinyl records but only gratitude was given and only gratitude is what really matters. Maybe some freezer pops sometime in the future. This article was edited by Mrs. Carbon while listening to Silver Knight Gothic EP by M△S▴C△RA and Purple Rain by Prince. Tape Wyrm is entering its summer vacation season which only means more time for articles and special features. Put on your swim trunks and meet me in the deep end.