Flenser US レコード& CD

Review: Reissued by The Flenser, known for their penchant for avantgarde "weirdo" metal acts such as Chat Pile, Mamaleek and Have A Nice Life, this 2011 demo from "funeral doom" post-metal duo Bell Witch would serve as the clarion call for their burgeoning future as standouts in the US doom scene. Clocking in at a beastly 37 minutes spread out over just four tracks, with two ('Beneath The Mask', 'I Wait') re-appearing as cuts on their 2012 debut full-length Longing, the pair's mercurial, slow-paced, depressively trudging drone metal approach was already on such potent display from the outset that it almost seems disingenuous or indicative of their humble nature to refer to this project as merely a demo. Presented with an updated layout, the release still bears the original artwork designed by founding drummer Adrian Guerra who tragically passed away in 2015 following the release of their sophomore effort Four Phantoms.

Review: ***B-STOCK: Creasing to corner of outer sleeve but otherwise in excellent condition***


With 2022's God's Country, Oklahoma City sludge metal/noise rock manglers Chat Pile took the underground music scene by the throat and dragged it through the twisted drug addled, decrepit, destitute annals of modern middle America. Returning two years on from their major glow up that saw them land on numerous end of year list that usually wouldn't touch their brand of hubris sonics with a ten foot pole, their sophomore endeavour Cool World trades the initial narrow view of the woes of their home country for the rotting globe at large, taking religion, politicians and narcissistic everyday people to task for their ignorance, malice and docile attitudes which are leading to a culmination of no more cool world for any of us. Expanding their sonic scope to draw on more melodious grunge and sultry goth-rock, while tapping outside production help this time around to make their heaving industrial-tinged noise-sludge bombast even more stomach churning, LP2 makes bad on all of Chat Pile's initial, unsettling promise, with a nauseating feeling that they'll be narrating our end times for as long as there are ears to listen.