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2022-11-22

MARC URSELLI'S STEPPENDOOM - SteppenDoom

You bought a twelve-string bass. Not with twelve strings in a row, but with the regular four strings and two thinner extra strings attached to each of them, so every note you play automatically has two overtones. What do you do with it?
Let's play some doom metal! Yeah, that sounds nice. I wish I could also sing three notes at a time, that would fit so perfectly. Oh wait, there are singers out there who can exactly do that!

Ok, this is not exactly how producer Marc Urselli's many years long journey of creating this album started. But there's also a bit of truth in it. If you want to know more about how this "all star" project of doom and indigenous throat singing came to be, I recommend you consider checking out the artbook CD version of "SteppenDoom"!

AND SINCE I'VE ALREADY WRITTEN ANOTHER AT LEAST MEDIUM-IN-DEPTH REVIEW OF THIS ALBUM HERE ON VEILOFSOUND.COM, I will treat this following text more as an addendum and mainly focus on the haul of the awesome physical product.


MARC URSELLI'S STEPPENDOOM - SteppenDoom (white/müritzblau marbled vinyl LP + clear 7" + artbook CD) (2022)

Yes, I went full let's get myself an early Christmas present from Magnetic Eye Records on this one and purchased the box set, which contains most of the other available formats and adds a couple of extras.


Obviously the most basic version - the digisleeve CD - is missing in the box, but I can tell from afar that it's probably a miniature variant of the LP gatefold with the disc containing the same six regular tracks as its big relative.

On its own the vinyl is available in black and two different coloured version based on red and yellow, while the one in the box set comes in a mountaintop style marbled mix of light blue and white. The gatefold looks great and comes with a sheet for the basic credits.

So if you dig records and are mainly interested in the music, you already have a great album with this.


What you're missing though are the two bonus tracks. And with one of them lasting for thirty-three minutes that's quite a respectable amount of music.

The only physical format which gives you the whole eight tracks is the luscious artbook CD. So if you don't want to go for the whole box, this version of "SteppenDoom" is the one I would recommend the most. Not only the music, but also the photographic art plus the extended credits and liner notes really make this item the heart of the whole release.


There's still a little bit more in the box though! In fact those are the first things you'll see when you open it: prints of three photographs, which also appear in other places of the artwork and photobook - and a neat transparent 7" which again features the two bonus tracks.

And before you're doing the math: Yes, the second one of those - which features the most guest musicians of all tracks, including Dave Chandler (St. Vitus), Wino (The Obsessed), Norman Westberg (Swans), Anders Møller (Ulver) and Alexey Tegin (Phurpa) - is of course not the complete half-hour version, but edited down to a tenth of the original length. That doesn't capture the whole well... Phurpa/Ulver/Swans style meditative grandiosity of it, but it's still something, right? Ok, one could argue why this isn't a 12" extra LP, but since we already have the CD I'm down with this ehm... radio edit. 


So, since I've now finally started to mention some of the participants, I will quickly summerize, what this project actually is.

"SteppenDoom" is the more than successful merger of the worlds of droning doom - think Bong and Sunn O))) or recently Bong-Ra and Rinuwat - with the primeval power and astonishing diversity of the world's indigenous throat singing traditions. Not all of those are covered, since there are also for example forms of overtone singing in South Africa, Sardinia or famously among Tibetian monks. But we have features from the Russian republic of Tuva, where this form of music is the most common, Mongolia and Tanya Tagaq as a representative of the North-American Inuit.
Other big names on the throat singing side are Huun-Huur-Tu, Yat-Kha and the Alash Ensemble, while on the instrumental doom side you're very likely to recognize players from Paradise Lost, Cult Of Luna, Neurosis and Sleep.

The basic skeletons of all tracks were provided by the Swiss-Italian producer Marc Urselli himself. You don't need to care about his Grammy fame, but over eighty-five albums with John Zorn or examples like his work with Toby Driver, Arthur Brown and the jazz metal trio Kilter should indicate that the man knows what counts.

Production-wise alone "SteppenDoom" is an immersive listening experience full of fantastic details. This whole project is more than a well-produced conceptual idea. No, this amplification of ancient vocal art with deep and slow metal transcends the premise of its ingredients and lays bare the deepest roots of doom in a profound place far beyond Black Sabbath.

This is magical stuff. And the doomiest doom of 2022. (But since I've bought this box you probably already guessed that I like it quite a bit.)



2019-08-04

NEUROSIS & JARBOE - Neurosis & Jarboe

Womit macht man nach einem erdrückend emotionalen Koloss wie Lingua Ignotas "Caligula" hier angemessen weiter? Gerade als ich über diese Frage sinnierte, schickte mir ein freundlicher Presse-Promo-Newsletter die Antwort. Mit der remasterten Vinyl-Neuauflage des original 2003 veröffentlichten, gemeinsamen Albums von Neurosis und Jarboe bleiben wir nämlich zumindest auf einem ganz ähnlichen Intensitätslevel.


NEUROSIS & JARBOE - Neurosis & Jarboe (2003/2019)

Sowohl für die Post-Metal-Giganten als auch die unverkennbare ehemalige Swans-Sängerin gilt, dass sie in meiner persönlichen Musiksammlung wohl in weitaus kleinerem Umfang vertreten sind, als sie es verdient hätten.

Und gerade ihre selbstbetitelte Kooperation hat aus gutem Grunde Kultstatus und gewiss großen Einfluss auf das Schaffen z.B. aller Bands, in denen Julie Christmas je gesungen hat. Bis hin zu ihrer Zusammenarbeit mit Cult Of Luna auf "Mariner", welches wohl als direkter Nachfahre im Geiste von "Neurosis & Jarboe" gelten muss.

Der Zeitpunkt diesen kreativen Zusammentreffens war offenbar optimal: Neurosis befanden sich in sich finster auftürmender, kataklystischer, aber auch Elektro- und Ambient-Experimenten gegenüber aufgeschlossener Hochform, und Jarboe hatte offenbar nach vielen von eher ruhigen Tönen geprägten Jahren mal wieder so richtig Bock, sich in kopfüber in zäheste Soundfluten zu stürzen. Und da es wohl kaum eine Sängerin gibt, die man so gerne immer wieder dieselbe Zeile wiederholen hört, ohne dass dabei Spannung verloren geht, ist sie im repetiven Lavasound von Neurosis ideal aufgehoben.

Natürlich wirft einen ihr spezielles Timbre und Vibrato immer wieder in ihre Zeit bei den Swans zurück. Und das geht sicher nicht nur mir als Zuhörer, sondern auch ihren Mitmusikern so. Zumindest hat man den Eindruck, dass nicht nur die Musik noch schwanenschwerer klingt, sondern auch, dass die Herren Neurotiker in den meisten ihrer im Vergleich zu Jarboe eher seltenen Gesangsparts versuchen, den sonor schnarrenden Sprechgesang Michael Giras zu emulieren.

Was bewusste Hommage ist und was sich natürlich ergeben hat, das sei mal dahingestellt und spielt auch gar keine Rolle.
Was am Ende zählt, ist ja das Resultat. Und "Neurosis & Jarboe" ist wirklich in jeder Beziehung überlebensgroß. Acht Brocken für die Ewigkeit.

Und jetzt eben mit verbesserten Sound, neuem Cover von Sumac-Frontmann Aaron Turner und erstmals auf Doppel-LP zu haben.









2016-06-03

ROADBURN 2016 - Afterburner pics from the ashes of my harddrive

No, I don't want to bother you with my whole crash and data loss story again.

Short version: Lost all pictures of this year, had to write my Roadburn Afterburner review without live photographs. Could finally recover jpgs from my broken drive, only to soon see the data system of my external harddrive collapse under the weight of thousands and thousands of files in one folder and lose all seemingly saved pictures again.

Before that I could recover a disappointingly small number of Afterburner pictures, and for the greatest part not even pictures I intended to keep but had already deleted.

So this is it - including some grey bars caused by the data damage:


Green Carnation:



Blind Idiot God:





Ecstatic Visions:



Witch Trail:



Neurosis:






Buried At Sea:








2016-05-08

ROADBURN Festival 2016 • DAY FOUR : The Afterburner / Sunday, April 17th

Buried At Sea

Warning: This review contains a heavy amount of whining.

As I already mentioned in my review of the Anneke van Giersbergen concert in Hamburg my computer just sent me through a week of digital hell, not only causing a delay of this very text you're reading right now, but also including the destruction of my harddrive which of course I hadn't backed up since way too long. Which means that I have lost all digital photographs of this year, except for the low-fi copies which I have uploaded to flickr, facebook or this blog.

So other than my Saturday report, for which I had already prepared the pictures when the crash happened, I have lost all my festival shots of Sunday. The only thing I have left is the picture above which I briefly used as facebook title image and one other small thing (see further below).
It's a pity - to put it mildly -, since I really had taken some nice ones, especially of Menhir and Neurosis.


For the sake of keeping the established structure you'll see a bunch of placeholders here, all film photographs which I have taken during my Roadburn stay in the environment of Oisterwijk.

Some of them where taken on Thursday, others on a second trip to the Kampina heath on Sunday.


As much as I don't regret that second excursion, I probably should have rested shorter in my hotel room afterwards. Remember me spotting members of The Vintage Caravan Friday night?
Of course they played an early surprise show in the Cul de Sac, which I only realized when I saw their records in the merch area while they were already far into their set, so I opted for a good spot at the first Main Stage show instead.

At least concerts of the Caravan aren't that rare these days and I'll probably see them in Wacken in a few months.


And while I'm still at it, let's jump ahead to the very last band of the festival and then be done with the whining:

Even though the Cul de Sac is by far the smallest Roadburn venue, there's mostly enough room in front of the stage to breathe. You just have to get there first. I arrived before Death Alley started and watched the room getting more crowded than I had ever seen before.
Which was ok, because I was already there. But then the band played one song for the line check and immediately a couple of douchebags deemed it a good idea to start a moshpit right next to the monitor boxes which were standing on cases with rolls. These cases are always in danger to slip under the stage and cause the boxes to fall and that's some seriously dangerous shit in such a jammed place. And on top of that I realized that the music and the singer of Death Alley - well, don't understand this as an offence, since it is only a matter of taste - they just weren't up my alley. (dingdingding - pun alert!)

So I was stuck there with a band I probably wouldn't care much about as the last thing I saw at this Roadburn. But let's give them a chance, maybe it's only that song... So they started their set, the crowd went wild, the band was admittedly rocking it and... boom! An amp fell of its box.
The break caused by this accident was long. Too long for me, so I finally decided to leave the place even though this looked like an impossible task. It took me quite a while and felt like travelling through an overlong birth canal. But finally I made it and there was just enough time to end my festival programme another way...


But now finally to the shows I attended, which all took place either inside the 013 or the Cul de Sac, since the Afterburner always is a little more intimate with the festival beeing reduced to three (instead of five) stages.
   

not Green Carnation

On the Main Stage Green Caranation performed their classic album "Light Of Day, Day Of Darkness" in its entirety.

That album is supposed to be one song of sixty minutes, but let's face it, that's just a technicality. Somewhere beyond the half-hour mark any song of multiple parts ceases to feel like one singular piece. Just an observation which obvioulsy doesn't take away from the quality or Hörvergnügen.
Yet especially with this piece it's rather obvious, because some of the transitions on "Light Of Day" are a bit clumsy and forced.

The album from 2001 features a lot of genres, from doom metal with orchestral and prog rock elements to gothic rock, folk and world music influences.
The ambition was great, the production a product of its time (shitty artificial drums galore!), the musical arrangements for the biggest part great. But every now and then some really bad kitsch or a totally redudant riff happens and makes you shudder: Why this?

But in a way even the failures are part of the charme of this album, so I was keen to hear it live. And admittedly the band even made the originally meh parts sound really good. Nothing embarassing left.

What struck me right from the beginning was how refreshing the singer appeared in the context of this festival. The full out classic metal / gothic / almost operatic voice really was something different here. As was the whole performance, which introduced yet another form of epicness to Roadburn.

Very big, professional and ambitious - and definitely more rousing and touching than the studio version. 

not Blind Idiot God

But now back to Roadburn normal. Give me some sick shit!

Starting with brutal minimalistic riffs over insane power prog drumming Blind Idiot God made it clear from the beginning that they had a totally unique - and above all just fucking mental - sound. The instrumental trio has been around since the Eighties and their style is best described as a hybrid of King Crimson ("Red" phase) and harsh No Wave.

Yet beside the mind-melting headbanging craziness the band also has another side which manifests in rather relaxing spacy dub tunes. Too bad I could only see half the show, but I later bought a CD of them for the drive home at least. Boy, this stuff makes your brain jump around like a superball in your head.


not Jakob

The reason why I cut Blind Idiot God short came all the way from New Zealand and was also an instrumental trio.
Over a rhythm section with a surprisingly roasting bass Jakob flooded the audience with waves of dreamy elegiac post rock, a welcome trance-inducing experience for all tired Roadburners. Those weren't very talkative this whole afternoon, making the pauses between applause and the beginning of the next song unbelievable silent for such a huge crowd.

But the love was apparantly there - and rightfully so, because play in a l league which can only be topped by few other bands like let's say Mono.

Their music was accompanied by atmospheric layered live video collage of woods, rivers and such, so in this case my placebo picture is indeed not too far from the real thing.


not Ecstatic Visions

In the mood for some driving upbeat space rock with hoarse vocals, crystal clear flute and saxy sexophone? Enter Ectstatic Vision!

At an average every Roadburn day needs at least one psychedelic freak-out.

Ultimately I prefered the likes of Hills, Der Blutharsch and New Keepers Of The Water Towers on this weekend, but that doesn't diminish Ecstatic Vision much, as they put their own fast and raw rock'n'roll edge on it, which was undeniable infectious and fun.

However I am still confused by the sax player. Are we related somehow? Especially with his hat on the guy really looks a lot like my brother. Doppelgängeralarm.


not Witch Trail


The early evening began with a young dutch band in the Cul de Sac.

Witch Trail reminded me of bands like Bast or Vattnet Viskar who combine black metal with slices of doom, sludge and post rock, but they are still a few worlds away from those two.

Which is ok, as these were three young guys still developing their style. And the direction is already very promising.


Neurosis, actually

Neurosis continued their anniversary celebration and this time I was closer to the stage and witnessed a longer part of the show, which had a good bunch of very straight-forward hardcore (or post hardcore or whatever you call it) tracks in it, besides the more challenging and disturbing stuff.

It's hard to explain, what sets Neurosis apart. Of course they are always ridiculously thick and heavy. But they are not the only super brutal band of angrily shouting middle-aged men on the planet.
I think a part of it is really that you feel the personalities of Scott Kelly, Steve von Till and Dave Edwardson bringing this seemingly untamable beast to life and somehow even controlling it, which makes the difference.

Legends at work. What a display of power!



You could think that no deep and noisy tune could entertain you after this, but what if Roadburn gave you something double-deep?

not Menhir - well almost not ;)

The dutch trio Menhir entered the Cul de Sac stage with two bass guitars and drums (plus industrial and spaced out samples) to unleash what they pretty self-explaining call "astro sludge".

So yeah, they sound like a monolith smashing its way through a meteor field. The drone of the basses of which one was often played in the style of a regular six-string rhythm or lead guitar was pleasantly overwhelming, the deep vocals sometimes reminded me of the choral stuff which happens on the newer Napalm Death records besides the growls and screams. And even more significant for me, I felt thrown back to the apocalyptical bleakness of Rich Walker on Saw Throat's legendary "Inde$troy" album.

They were not as devestating as Jucifer on Wednesday nor as hypnotic as Dark Buddha Rising, let alone as almighty as the all-overtowering Neurosis, but somehow of all the super heavy sludge bands, Menhir were the one I ultimately had the most fun watching.

I would have bought their strictly limited "Hiding In Light" cassette (embedded in black silicon rubber with golden sprinkles) right there, if only I hadn't already ordered it a while before. Damn, I could have saved the postage. Great band!


not Buried At Sea

The last band on the Main Stage also belonged in the category of How can this get even nastier, heavier and angrier?

Buried At Sea not only emulated the general wall of noise from Neurosis, but combined it with vocals which deliberately were so over-the-top distorted and overdriven, that it really felt uncomfortable like beeing ripped apart and dragged down the ocean by seriously pissed off sharks of doom. Maybe this is indeed the sound of drowning.
What the fuck made these dudes so furious? Impressive.

I took a short break from Buried At Sea for a few minutes of Death Alley *whistling*, but was back right in time to see the last songs of the band. And it was well worth it.


And thus ended another incredible Roadburn festival.

It still is too overwhelming to analyze the whole thing in a cold résumé or try to compare it to the last years, so I just take it as it was and is - the fucking greatest week of music of the year. Peerless, inspiring and still unbelievable. See you in 2017!



As a conclusion here's a short wish list of some artists I would like to see there in the future (not that Roadburn-Walter would need my help to put together an incredible line-up):

  • Earth
  • Sunn O))) (just because)
  • Autopsy (well if there's one death metal band which Roadburn desperately needs...)
  • Lis Er Stille (one of the most exciting live bands out there and deserving every bit of attention)
  • Radare (for the sake of doom jazz)
  • Seven Impale (for the sake of a prog/metal/jazz freak-out)
  • or as an alternative Exivious and/or Our Oceans
  • anything with John Zorn (no explanation necessary)
  • Julie Christmas
  • Laibach revisited again (their programme of slovene 80s classics would totally fit Roadburn and kill it)
  • Karyn Crisis' Gospel Of The Witches 
 Ok, I guess that's enough for now.




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2016-05-06

ROADBURN Festival 2016 • DAY THREE : Saturday, April 16th

La Muerte

After the longest Roadburn night on Friday, Saturday's programme began relatively early.

While Het Patronaat was already in use as a cinema for the screening of Diamanda Galás' advantgarde film "Schrei 27" which deemed me too stressful at this point, I began my day revisiting the Cul de Sac, where I hadn't been the whole Friday.

Under the slogan "Roadburn introduces" a new dutch group of seasoned musicians was ready to wake up even the most tired hangover zombies with an adrenalin rushing dose of rock'n'roll.

Dool

Though it wouldn't be adequate to reduce them to that, you cannot talk about Dool without mentioning The Devil's Blood, since the band includes two former TDB members on bass and drums. This precisely pushing rhythm section is just unmistakable, especially since Dool also mix the sound of distorted, cleaner and sometimes acoustic guitars in a way that is very akin to The Devil's Blood. Which - to be clear - is a very good thing.

It would probably be redundant to copy the overly occult part, so Dool obviously appeared a little less otherworldy and more grounded, which was espacially embodied in the energetic straight forward rock demeanor of front woman Ryanne van Dorst.
There's was also a noteworthy influence of gothic rock (the good shit, not the boring kitsch) to be found in Dool's music, which however didn't take away from the thrilling power of the simultanously raw and perfectly skilled performance.

On top of that Dool had the best sound I've heard in the Cul de Sac during the whole week, so all in all the day couldn't have started better.
  

Skepticism

The contrast between the rock party of Dool and the first band on the Main Stage was as big as it gets. It seriously took me a while to innerly adjust to the solemn gravity and bleakness of Skepticism.

The white roses, the painfully dragging slow motion, the minimalist stageacting and above all the montrously mournful organ left no doubt why the genre is called funeral doom.
Skepticism performed a fan-picked setlist, which was a slight disappointment for me, given how much I love the recent album "Ordeal", which is also the only one I'm really familiar with. But in a democratic fan decision new material hardly has a chance, if there are decade old classics in its way.

On the other hand there's nothing wrong with the old compositions, of which at least I recognized "The March And The Stream". The whole performance of Skepticism was doom at it`s gloomiest, not without beauty, but undoubted without hope. We will all die at some point and Skepticism reminded us of that with great sincerity.


Galley Beggar

After thus being confronted with the reality of the indissoluble dichotomy of life and death, the next band in Het Patronaat was a much happier affair.

Galley Beggar  are an english folk rock band that - while featuring a trippy lead guitar and leaning to the psychedelic in general - have a far stronger emphasis on their celtic folk roots than on the rock side of things. So their show cleary missed the heaviness which even Roadburn bands with related influences show from time to time. In a way that made Galley Beggar the band the closest to being displaced at the festival.

However I enjoyed the light-hearted musicianship and otherness (in the festival context) of Galley Beggar. Their hour-long set was absolutely enjoyable and got me in the perfect mood for the next band on the Main Stage, which I had anticipated like almost none other...


Tau Cross
Tau Cross

Tau Cross, the new band of Amebix mastermind Rob Miller, which also includes Voivod's Michel Langevin (aka Away) on drums, had my expectations at the roof, not just for the line-up, but also because their self-titled debut from last year is already a classic in my ears. And if their show proved one thing, it is that I'm not alone with this feeling. It's surely not that often that the choruses of a debut album are sung along by the audience that loud at Roadburn.

Relentlessly pushed forward by Away, who always makes it look so unbelievable effortless, the band just killed it with every song, be it the opener "Fire In The Sky" (even though Miller's voice was muffled by the mask he wore for it), the snotty "You People", "Lazarus" or the phenomenal "We Control The Fear", where Miller played the acoustic guitar. He obviously delegates the bass guitar live, which gives him more freedom as a frontman.

Is Tau Cross predominantly a metal band? Or is it punk? Crust? Rock'n'roll?

I don't care, no one cares. It's just raw, rousing, catchy yet still intelligent, fantastic music.

And if I had to chose the one greatest concert of Roadburn 2016 - this is it!

Converge (feat. Steve von Till & Chelsea Wolfe)


Converge followed on the same stage with their "Blood Moon" set.

Emerged from hardcore and reaching into all kinds of sonic and emotionally heavy "post" music with a big setup and line-up they clearly belonged to the cluster of bands related to Neurosis of which this Roadburn saw quite a few.
Though not as infernally noisy as the godfathers nor as epic and layered as Cult Of Luna the band played an intense set on the verge of big feelings and mechanical brutality.

What held me back from really digging this genre-defying performance was that I am just not a fan of the lead singer, who couldn't win me with both his clean and his screaming voice.

But I stayed long enough to see the special guests Steve von Till and Chelsea Wolfe enter the stage and suddenly everything was perfect. Especially the beautifully haunting singing of Wolfe just elevates everything into a whole new dimension.

There's only this thing... Since both enigma queen Chelsea Wolfe and also her partner in crime Ben Chisholm were already joining Converge, I couldn't help but wonder why there was no Wolfe concert at the festival. As good as Converge were; to see her "Abyss" tour show again would have meant a great deal more for me.


Dead To A Dying World

Dead To A Dying World, who followed in the Green Room, were great when they followed the footsteps of My Dying Bride, combining epic doom death with classical violin. They also brought black metal into the mix, which was generally ok, but sometimes leaned a little towards blast boredom.

The vocals were delivered by two singers, with the big bear guy doing the growls and the petite lady in the black metal shirt shrieking, so even in this formation the vocal range of the band was relatively limited. Which of course is ok in extreme metal. The greatest luxury in this was that there were many long instrumental passages, where the singers just sat in the middle of the stage and waited.

And as stupid as it is, I just have to mention the two mannerisms that totally distracted me from the serious tone of the music. Because once you discover that the male singer nods his head between every line or sometimes even word, while the female singer does "the flapping bird" (= to hold the microphone with  two hands and move your elbows with every scream) - you just can't take your eyes off it.

All in all Dead To A Dying World were quite entertaining, but not for the full one hour length of their show.


I returned to the Green Room soon after the set was over, because for the following band I really needed a place in the front row...

La Muerte

La Muerte


Fuck! Did I already crown Tau Cross as this year's best band at Roadburn?

Maybe they were, maybe it was Sinistro, but maybe ... bam! ... it was the excessive rock'n'roll whatthefuckery of this legendary band from Belgium: Laaaa Mmmuueeerrrrteeeee!

La Muerte are pulp and overdrive! La Muerte are the mist of evil in the insane asylum! La Muerte are ZZ Top brutally baseball-batting Johnny Rotten on Sunset Strip!


A few months back I would have never thought of this band playing at Roadburn. Twentyfive years ago I had read a totally ridiculous review of their then recent album in the german RockHard magazine. A few years later I discovered the CD somewhere and since then I loved this strange perverted bastard of death metalized biker rock and  sheer madness.
However I never dug deeper into the band's history. I even thought they were French. But when the reunited band was announced for Roadburn I instantly knew that it was a new life goal to see La Muerte play "Kustom Kar Kompetition".

And they played it. And I was there. And it was great.

And they played "Coutau Dans l'Eau". And they played new stuff from the "Murder Machine" EP and it was all great.

Viva La Muerte!


Blood Ceremony

Only one and a half hour left of this Roadburn Saturday. The last chance to watch a show in Het Patronaat.

The premise doesn't sound too original these days: Another group of Coven and Sabbath worshippers, an occult "retro" band mixing traditional doom and heavy metal with playful folk influences, with a female singer in boots and hot pants who also plays organ and concert flute.

But unholy shit! Blood Ceremony knocked it out of the park, delivering on all levels.

The foundation is just really good live suitable songwriting, where everything is in its right place. With this, the musical skills of the band and the pleasant charisma of front woman Alia O'Brien the audience rightfully ate out of Blood Ceremony's hands.

A worthy festival finale for the venue!


Neurosis


Meanwhile in the 013 Neurosis celebrated their 30th anniversary with the first of two two-hour shows, spanning material from their whole career.

During the whole festival I only glimpsed at a small portion of all the Neurosis stuff. It's not that I wouldn't like the band, no, they definitely meet my taste. But I`m just not that acquaintented with them, my only Neurosis record is their grim and gloomy masterpiece "Through Silver In Blood".
So the whole overkill around them was a bit overwhelming.

I didn't even try to find a place near the stage when I entered the packed hall shortly before the final two epic songs of their show, but settled for a place somewhere on the balcony.

And even though I couldn't really see a thing and this wasn't the ideal acoustic spot either, the crushing shamanistic intensity when of all things they played "Through Silver In Blood" was an unmatched experience. So devastating, hypnotic and cathartic at the same... pure perfection Roadburn style!

See you tomorrow, Neurosis!


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Dool:















Skepticsim:












Galley Beggar:















Tau Cross:














Converge:






Dead To A Dying World:









La Muerte:























Blood Ceremony: