

But the vocals often furiously lash like acid-drenched barbed-wire whips, the tremolo’d riffing is capable of burrowing like frenzied army ants come upon a fallen body, and the drums periodically erupt in pummeling rampages.

There’s plenty of feral heat in the music, and it delivers the head-kick that comes from hooky, stripped-down chords and knee-slapping beats. As the label correctly explains, “As with each Gabestok release, this new work has its own sound and atmosphere, while still retaining that sweaty garage punk black metal flavour that has stuck from the band’s inception.” Their latest manifestation is a 41-minute album called Med freden kommer hadet (which might mean “”With peace comes hate”), released on March 24th by Strange Aeons Records. Each record is a bit of a snapshot of time in the lives of this duo, and what happens to be catching their interest and fueling their moods. It’s hard to know exactly what you’ll get with a new Gabestok album, but the intrigue is part of what has made their musical progression so interesting. Yeah, I hear you - “Shut Up and Get On With It, you could have covered one more song in the time it took you to write that pathetic introduction!” I hear you, so let’s get on with it: So, lots of worthy submissions just don’t get attention in our pages.įrom amongst the worthy, there’s truly a high degree of randomness in what we choose to write about, and even more so on days like today when my own NCS time has gotten further compressed by unexpected events (including the Third World quality of internet service on the island where I live).


Maybe it’s because we tend to spend more time than many other metal sites focusing on that ever-expanding genre, and maybe because we try not to limit ourselves to well-known bands with substantial label backing or PR apparatuses.īut as some people still don’t understand, there are very few of us here, and our NCS time comes after paying work, family and friends, and every other demand and distraction that everyone else deals with on a daily basis. Every week we receive what mathematicians used to call a metric shit ton of black metal submissions.
