heavy metal

The Deftones are a curious puzzle for me. At the height of their prowess in 1997, they were such a band of the moment. With the wave of grunge receding back to the sea by 1996, there was a considerable void for music listeners who wanted something similar to that vein and yet was an extension of it. “Around the Fur” perfectly fit into that void. Yet, as is sometimes the fate of bands that become over-hyped for the moment, the Deftones were eventually drowned in a sea of contenders for what had been grunge’s throne.

After a stream of seemingly never-ending tours, Airbourne somehow found time to record a monster new album. I can't help but feel like a compelling documentary could be made concerning the kind of odyssey that the writing of this album entailed. More than likely, it was written in dark alleys, road hotels, long bus trips, far out bars and after parties, and in varying states of sobriety.

Blazing a path of their own unique choosing, Abscess is fresh off their disgusting and brutal new album "Dawn of Inhumanity." The band combines the considerable forces of former members of Autopsy and Death, Abscess seeks to provide the listener with a visceral and mind-bending experience. With songs that range on topics from sinister atmosphere to acts of sheer vulgar force, to the cramped prisons of our own fragile psyche, Abscess continues down the warpath of punk-infused dirge-like death metal.

Here to discuss everything about his band, the new album, and the kind of place this comes from, is singer Chris Reifert.

Well, this sure is something. This is the first album review I’ve done in a while where that’s all I can come up with. Veteran duo Darkthrone’s new album “Circle the Wagons” is akin to listening to a random mash-up of the Misfits, GWAR and Venom. Although, it’s assembled out of pieces of those three, more than a proper accumulation of their talents.

Devil to Pay is a band who has crafted their sound from one sweat-soaked gig in a dingy, disgusting roadhouse after another. The more the exercise continues, the dirtier the band's sound becomes. Constant exposure to the insatiably hungry dregs of ugly riff-based metal fandom has caused Devil to Pay to embark on an endless quest to find the deepest, nastiest, most infectious and punishing riff ever devised. To that end, they've released their new album, "Heavily Ever After."

Type O Negative and Carnivore lead singer Peter Steele passed away Wednesday, April 14th, 2010 at age 48. Spokesmen for the family, label and band have confirmed that Steele died of apparent heart failure.

Sick Puppies are a confident band with a walking, natural swagger that pours out from the stage to their audience.

The Webster Theater in Hartford is not an especially friendly venue. It doesn't boast any particular character or amazing features. Rather, it is just an open space with a stage and some bars, painted over to make it look grander than it is. The walls are decked with signs telling customers in no uncertain terms what they cannot do; no smoking, no moshing, no crowd surfing, no stage diving, etc. Lucky for the Webster Theater, that doesn't prevent the shows inside from being excellent. So, I walked in for Killfest 2010.

Even if you've never heard Devil to Pay's 2004 album "Thirty Pieces of Silver," you've probably heard it. It might have been under a different name, or written in a different era, but it will set off alarms of familiarity from first dense note to last.

Every note of dirty, ugly drudgery is like a visit from an old, familiar friend. Each phrase is taken from the textbook of sludge metal, and the distortion is up so high that there aren't notes or chords so much as emotional responses.