#polish death metal

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"THE ULTIMATE INCANTATION OF EVIL!"

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the self-released, single-sided 1989 demo tape "Necrolust" by Polish thrash metal/death metal band VADER.

"Infernal hails to Elder Gods and all the dark powers from beyond... Hypocritics, fools, and false prophets will vanish in the maze of torment."

-- VADER, c. 1989

TRACKLIST

A1 "Decapitated Saints" -- 2:40

A2 "Reborn in Flames (Abaddon)" -- 4:08

A3 "The Final Massacre" -- 4:30

A4 "The Wrath" -- 4:00

Sources: www.discogs.com/release/13542717-Vader-Necrolust & Pinterest.

[metalsongoftheday]

Wednesday, September 20: Behemoth, "Amen"

For all the acclaim and popularity Behemoth accrued over the past several years, especially for The Satanist, what largely went unacknowledged was that they were basically ridiculous.  But then again, Nergal was just so committed to his howling maelstrom that everyone just went with it, and to be sure, the Polish act dominated their lane and was able to translate their fury into something that resonated outside the underground, becoming arguably the biggest death metal band of all time (such as it was).   And “Amen” was pure frantic death metal violence all the way, with the sudden orchestral groove break making it that much more absurd, albeit in an entertaining way.  Unlike, say, Kerry King, Nergal treated his disdain for organized religion as some epic battle that was sure to result in at least a few decapitations, so the grandiosity on display was so over the top that it veered into comedy before circling back to pint-swinging glorious mayhem.  It was still completely irrationally silly, but “Amen” illustrated the gale force power of Behemoth’s sound and approach.

[blackdoomdeath]

In Twilight's Embrace — Lawa (2018)

[mfhunter]

Watch "GODSLUT (POL) - Procreation of God (Full Album) Selfmadegod Records" on YouTube

[darewolfcreates]

lost wax casting

Behold the sweatshop

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

POLISH EXTREME METALLERS ON CRUSADE.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on live shots of Polish death metal band, VADER, from the group's 1993 "World Crusade" European tour with fellow death metal acts BOLT THROWER (headliners) and Swedens's GRAVE (supporting). Unknown country & concert venue. 📸 credit also unknown.

Sources: http://psychopathological.over-blog.com/article-hymns-of-death-chapter-xxiv-69672298.html & X.

[laundrybiscuits]

(wait for the season to come back to me tag)

“We still on for dinner this Thursday, or are you gonna reschedule again? Because I swear to god, Steve, I will break into your apartment and set up camp if I have to. It’s been years. Centuries.”

“It’s been a month, Henderson.”

“I barely remember who you are anymore. What’s your name again? How do I know you? We’re actually very happy with our current cable provider, thanks.”

God, that kid is such an asshole. Steve loves the shit out of him.

“Listen, I’ll see you on Thursday and explain everything, okay? Actually, uh—I’m kinda calling to give you a heads-up. Got some big news, so you should, like…brace yourself.”

Dustin’s quiet for a long, worrying moment.

“Steve. You have got to know that that’s the least helpful thing you could possibly say. You’re not even gonna give me a hint, man?”

“Wish I could. It’s not a bad thing, okay? Just big. Like…Upside Down big.”

“Okay, for my own peace of mind, I’m going to pretend you’re completely overreacting about the fact that you, like, got a dog or something.”

“I’m not—”

“Peace of mind, Steve! See you Thursday at my place! Don’t cancel or I’ll kill you!”

Steve’s left laughing into the dial tone. Honestly, he’d mostly called so Dustin couldn’t complain afterwards about not getting an advance warning. There’s just no way to hint at the whole Eddie thing without Eddie being present and accounted for; it would be the worst kind of cruel.

Steve can’t imagine what he’d have done to anyone who tried to tell him Eddie was alive without any kind of proof. It wouldn’t have been good.

“So we’re telling Henderson on Thursday?” Eddie jostles Steve’s shoulder. Steve thinks he’s been doing that a lot more lately.

“Seems like,” says Steve.

———

They take the train to Dustin’s place in Wilmette as soon as it gets dark out. Eddie’s bundled up in a nondescript hoodie and one of Steve’s denim jackets, looking like every other Chicagoan braced against the cool evening air.

They haven’t been going out all that much. Robin keeps asking if Eddie wants to do any tourist stuff, maybe the museums or something, but he always shrugs off the offers. Steve would’ve maybe expected him to want to get out and explore, now that he’s not cooped up anymore, but Eddie mostly seems to want to sleep, read, and watch TV.

Robin’s been on a campaign to educate Eddie about the ten years of pop culture he missed. “It’s essential for rehabilitation,” she says. Steve is pretty sure it’s just an excuse to make them rewatch all of Robin’s favorite movies, because some of the stuff she brings home was definitely already out in 1986.

Eddie draws the line at letting Robin show him music, though: “Nope, nuh-uh, no freaking way. I wouldn’t have listened to that shimmery synth shit if I’d been alive and free every single day of the last decade, and I’m not gonna listen to it now.”

Steve does have a few metal cassettes, but he feels weird about bringing them out. It feels like he’s crossing a line, somehow—admitting to something. So instead, they’d all traipsed over to the Tower Records a few blocks over, and let Eddie roam around sampling things.

To Steve’s surprise, Eddie hadn’t actually picked up that many metal albums. He'd grabbed the new Accept and some Alice in Chains, sure, but he also picked up Nirvana and Soundgarden. He had gotten into a conversation with a very helpful clerk that ended with the clerk scribbling a number on a business card and handing it over with a grin and a promise to make Eddie try some local act called Wilco next time.

Obviously Steve’s happy that Eddie’s making friends and charming people. He’s legitimately fucking thrilled that other people are finally seeing how great Eddie is, because Eddie deserves that. Eddie deserves the world, and if he wants to date some random clerk, he should get to.

It’s just that if Eddie Munson comes back from the dead to start dating some random clerk, Steve is going to have to go live at the bottom of Lake Michigan. That’s all.

[undeadvinyls]

some doodles of felician

[drondskaath]

Death Like Mass | The Lord of Flies | 2024

Polish Black Metal

Artwork by Daniele Valeriani

[majesty-from-within]

Age of Excuse by Polish Black Metal band Mgła Art by Zbigniew Bielak

[evilsatisfaction]

[kveldulv88nsbm]

Necromoon – War With Tyranny 🇵🇱

Black/death metal act from Poland.

Sites:

Bandcamp

[iblasphemi-blog]

INFERNAL LEGION - Blessed by Satan

EP

Kandelaber Records 2022

Black Metal 🇵🇱