Sweetheart Come

Has it ever occurred to you how little you know about your country and the people in it? Day after day we see edited, squeaky clean versions of our neighbours, never aware of what’s really going on inside of them. In a tiny and wealthy place like Luxembourg, where everyone seems to know everyone and thus fear of judgement and feelings of inadequacy are prevalent, this effect is magnified.

For his self-described “sexumentary”, filmmaker Jacques Molitor wanted to scratch the surface and went on a quest to uncover people’s innermost thoughts and desires. He interviewed Luxembourgish citizens from all walks of life, many of which have suffered serious blows of fate. The result is a sensitive ode to love and sexuality as experienced by a wide range of Luxembourgers. Sweetheart Come is an intimate and honest account, but never shocking or sensationalistic, which is vitally important considering the delicate subject matter. It is true to life, and this inevitably means that it depicts a great deal of sadness: despite its heart-warming and even chuckle-worthy moments, it leaves us with a heavy heart and a head full of questions.

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Sexuality and intercourse are not only a reproductive instinct anymore, but something we do just for the hell of it. Furthermore, it seems to be something omnipresent in nowadays’ societies (even though sex is still able to shock some prudish Americans). Everywhere we look, we see half-naked male/female supermodels advertising all kinds of products. Every B-list celebrity has to have their own porn tape, directed and distributed by the ex-partner. C-Z-list celebrities move into the Big Brother house and hold their breasts up to the camera, and now I’m not even talking about our beloved Disney stars.

It seems that sex(uality) has finally become the most natural thing in the world, but unfortunately only as long as you are young, heterosexual and conform to the norm overall. Also, for the love of God, let us stay superficial. Don’t go to deep. Let’s not talk about desires, sexual preferences, practices and fetishes and please stay away with sexual orientations other than heterosexuality. Personally, I think that we are pretty damn sexually close-minded in our ever so open-minded societies.

With Sweetheart Come, direcor Jaques Molitor created a “cinematographic radioscopy of sexuality and relationships (in tiny Luxembourg)” and lays the focus on people who not only have to deal with their own private struggles but also face jaundices when it comes to their sexuality and are marginalized because of who and how they are. Molitor portrays, among others, a physically disabled couple who talks about their love for each other and that they, just like any other couple, have the desire to sleep with each other. Due to their handicap they are nearly completely dependent on professional help which begins when they only want to lie on the bed and cuddle. As if this was not hard enough already, most of the time, it is society which has a problem when it comes to sexuality and disabled people. The regular people, just like professionals, often pull the power card. Rather than leading an indispensable dialogue, we tend to close our eyes and deny disabled people’s sexuality, and here I am not even talking about mentally challenged people’s desire to have sex, a family, children etc. I am aware that the dialogue isn’t an easy one and we should not pull at society’s heartstrings in the style of I Am Sam, but there are other countries which are aware of and at least try to support disabled people’s private/sexual wishes and needs. Molitor did a really good job at portraying Joel and Andrea, they were my favourite couple.

Another group of people that is often associated and characterized with asexuality are old people. If you are old but still fit and independent, this prejudice can already be annoying, but at least you can raise your middle finger and say “fuck off”. What about people who are somehow disabled/ill and dependent? It is usually not only the family members but also the professionals who say things like “people your age should not think about sex anymore, let alone be sexually active.” And the power card is played again. We close our eyes and what we don’t see doesn’t exist. Again, I am very happy that Molitor did not forget about the elderly who are unfortunately forgotten too often nowadays.

The two segments of the documentary mentioned above are my favourites, as I had not necessarily envisaged them. But please, do me a favour and watch the whole documentary because each one of the interviewees has his/her very own story to tell.

-Luc-

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The majority of foreigners I meet know very little about the Grand Duchy, if they are aware of its existence at all, and it hardly comes as a shock — our country is rightfully considered the microcosm of Europe. And when people from other countries ask you about your own, they want to know what it is made of. They want to know what lies at its heart and what makes the people tick. They don’t want to hear you rattle down the historic events and political workings that lead up to its current state or a list of the monuments and architecture it has to offer, they can google that later at home.

So which adjectives would I use to describe the Luxembourgish temperament? Truthfully, I think of us, the average folk, as rather aloof, judgemental and materialistic, and it’s not just me. There are parodies of this. Our channel RTL aired a sitcom thematising the bourgeois “what will the neighbours think” type of mindset last year (it was torn apart by the viewers), our conservatism is a favoured theme in the lyrics of some of our most popular local artists, and anonymous commenters are happy to either serve as a prime example of or point out our shallow values under news articles at any given chance. Joel Delvaux, certainly one of the most inspiring and cerebral interviewees in Sweetheart Come, described the phenomenon with one poignant example: “[Disabled people] have the option of a ‘sexual assistant’ in some countries, but there’s no such thing here in Luxembourg. It’s as though human contact, physical contact were considered a luxury.”

I’m grateful that this documentary was made because it’s not afraid to delve into the taboo realms of our society, the realms which remain largely unexplored by the average privileged middle class Luxembourger. It gives a voice to the people we tend to ostracise and helps us realise that in spite of our vastly different backgrounds, under the cloak of conservatism and restraint, we all want the same thing: to be loved and fulfilled as people. And our suffering is universal, too. My favourite quote stems from an incredibly soulful professional dominatrix by the name of Connie: “If you learn to trust someone in a normal relationship and it goes wrong, it tears the soul apart.”

Sweetheart Come gets right to the heart of what really matters in this life, and does so with a gloomy aesthetic that suits the tragic beauty of it all. Next time a foreigner asks me to tell them about my country and my people, I will point them to this film, as it comes closest to painting the most accurate portrait.

~ Anna ~

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Watch the trailer for Sweetheart Come below. For more information, you can visit the documentary’s Facebook page.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JNn8XrcOCg]

Sleepers’ Guilt – Road Of Emptiness


Today I bring you the second highlight of the month in the national metal scene: Sleepers’ Guilt‘s second release Road Of Emptiness! Now, if you have read my review of their first endeavor you know that I wasn’t a fan of the vocals, but I liked the instrumental work. Earlier this year the band parted ways with their singer and announced that they had recruited Patrick Schaul of now-defunct Dead Eyes Memorial to fill the shoes in the vocal department. If you are familiar with the guy, you must have been as surprised as I was…but at the same time, I was very excited to see what the result of this unusual choice would be. Let’s find out, shall we?

The band still plays melodic progressive metal, but you can definitely notice an improvement over their previous material: it all sounds much more fleshed-out and mature. All the beloved elements remain, such as the piano and sparingly-used synthesizers, the killer riffs and the driving drum work, but at the same time the songwriting has vastly become better. The six songs are never repetitive and you are treated to a continuously enjoyable experience.

On a production level, it’s worth mentioning that it’s still self-produced but it sounds fuller than the, already quite well sounding, first EP. Especially the drums sound richer and simply more natural. The guitars also sound much more vicious and, as mentioned earlier, have some brilliant neck-breaker riffs as well as some really intricate ones. The solos are a bit on the slower, more melodic, side but they serve quite well to mix things up a bit, especially in a live setting your neck will thank you for them.

The biggest selling point, to me, however are by far the vocals since Schaul’s growls are almost exactly what I was aching for while listening to the the self-titled debut. To my big surprise he also sings clean vocals, which are obviously not on the same level as those of the band’s previous singer, but he gets the job done quite nicely and they sound very genuine throughout the twenty-nine minutes.

All in all, I would say that the transition has been masterfully achieved and while the growls do rob the band of a certain distinctive factor, they fit the musical direction way better. Definitely give this EP a chance and see for yourself! For more information, you can visit the band’s Facebook page and listen to the song below. And be sure to head to Rockhal this Saturday, where the band is hosting a release show!

Devildriver – Winter Kills


The California groove machine Devildriver is back with its sixth album Winter Kills! After their previous record Beast which is, as the name suggests, their heaviest output packed with anger and aggression, the band has decided to go back to their roots and take their signature style to a new level.

In case you have been living under a rock for the past ten years and are unfamiliar with DD, let me try to explain what they’re about: groovy rhythms mixed with ear-drum-shattering heaviness! This formula is noticeable in every single instrument, which means that you are treated to massive riffs and drumbeats that make you want to bang your head in approval, followed by balls-to-the-wall annihilation where no moshpit is a safe place to be and finally, to round the whole thing off, there’s just purely melodic parts.

There’s this weird thing that happens to me every time I listen to a new record by the band and I can’t quite figure out why. With every new release the quintet bests their previous one in my opinion and I completely stop listening to the old one, almost to the point where I can’t really enjoy it anymore. Whether that is a good aspect or a bad one is up to you, but it definitely makes me appreciate the eleven (thirteen if you have the limited edition) songs a lot.

Not much is to be said other than that, since the musicianship didn’t need any improvement and the song-writing is as solid as always. One thing that has to be mentioned, however, is the fact that they decided to cover a song and they did one hell of a good job with it. As far as I know, this is only the second time they chose to do so and therefore it’s a bit of a surprise that the band picked AWOLNATION‘s Sail, a song I personally enjoyed in its original form but now that it has the DD touch it’s even better. Check it out at all costs!

After being in the business for ten years now, Devildriver has certainly proven that they are far from being obsolete and I am looking forward to ten more years of music! For more information you can visit the band’s Facebook page and be sure to give the song below a go. And remember: Winter is coming, and it KILLS!

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YweHmu4Jh7U]

Tucker & Dale vs Evil

Tucker and Dale, two simple-minded but sweet textbook hillbillies from West Virginia, are headed to their vacation cabin in the woods. On the way there they meet a bunch of snooty college kids who suspect them to be murderers because of their lumberjack physique, and what was supposed to be a peaceful trip involving some good ol’ beer drinkin’ and fishin’ turns into a series of misunderstood situations with side-(and skull)-splitting consequences.

With a premise like this, what can really go wrong? After my standard initial doubts had worn off, which didn’t take longer than about 3 minutes, it became clear that my answer would be a resonating “nothing.” Tucker and Dale vs Evil takes the awesome cake in every aspect. It intelligently pokes fun at the backwoods horror trope and subverts all the stereotypes associated with it, the acting, with Alan Tudyk and Tyler Labine in the lead roles, is excellent, the writing is extraordinary, and it includes funny references and homages to, among others, the “groovy” scene from Sam Raimi’s Army of Darkness.

Comparisons are inevitable here, so we’ll get the most prevalent one out of the way right now: this picture makes Shaun of the Dead look mediocre at best, and I love the latter as much as the next person. But I don’t like measuring two great cinematic works against each other, so I’ll just say that you can think of Tucker and Dale vs Evil as the Canadian pendant to Shaun of the Dead, which, in my opinion, is a near perfect parody of the zombie genre, whereas I can’t imagine a more spot-on parodic dissection of the American horror/slasher genre than Tucker and Dale.

What I adore most about this film is the love and passion that so clearly went into making it. Director and co-writer Eli Craig had been trying to get it made for a couple of years before he succeeded, and accordingly, the final product glows from within in a way that you just can’t fake. It’s witty, it’s fun, it’s tirelessly entertaining, and to top it all off, it actually has one or two things of substance to say about hackneyed stereotypes. It’s a full-scale victory, and it deserves much more recognition than it got.

Do not watch the trailer before picking up the movie, though, as it takes the punch out of too many surprises. Just trust me, a voice on the Internet, and buy it. If it doesn’t elicit at least one wholehearted, from-the-stomach laugh out of you, you’re free to ask me for a refund and send me hate emails for the rest of my life.

Eyehategod – In The Name Of Suffering

The recent passing of Eyehategod’s drummer extraordinaire Joey Lacaze has had me revisiting all of their full-length releases from the very beginnings to the latest one this week. On this first occasion of writing for El Gore, I’m going to address one of my personal favorites from all of their musical productions, and also the one we could consider as their “first”: In the Name of Suffering.

For those of you who aren’t avid listeners of anything that has to do with sludge, stoner or doom, this band and album might not exactly appeal to your senses. Hell, I’d even advise people with sensitive brain cells to stay the fuck away from it, given the risk of severe irreparable trauma. But for listeners who thrive off of listening to music of this caliber, such as myself, this one is without question an incredible dose of vein-induced raw, ton-weighting, atmospheric misanthropic loudness, with lyrics ranging from themes such as drug abuse, self-hatred, depression and suicide to misery and murder. Straight from the beginning, with hymns of sludge like “Depress”, “Man Is Too Ignorant to Exist”, “Run It into the Ground”, the brutally hilarious “Godsong” (with the guest sampled quotes of Charles Manson) to the ending, and the one I think is my personal favorite, “Left to Starve”.

In the Name of Suffering is one of the few albums out there in the extreme music world that is, for lack of a better description, authentic, original, and scary for some. Their entire style and set up leaves the listener convinced that what they are hearing is real, regardless of whether or not they like it. It’s made clear that it’s not just a group of people trying to be extreme or shocking for the sake of it. From the swamps of Louisiana and the dark corners of New Orleans, it’s legitimate piss and vinegar coming straight to your melting ears.

This very first brew made Eyehategod pioneers of heavy music, and the release itself became one of the first of its kind, and certainly an essential pillar within the family. It’s the sort of album that can, and should be appreciated for how it has influenced the genre and paved the way for a number of solid albums. It’s certainly a genre-defining release. Influencing what came after, and a testimony to how Eyehategod would only get better with posterior albums.

Highly recommended to fans of sludge, doom, stoner or drone metal in general.

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOi2Eg2yYKY]

This review was written by our new freelancer Victor!

Deap Vally – Sistrionix

One drum kit, one guitar, two ladies and eleven tracks that make one thing pretty damn clear: this band has way more cojones than The Black Keys, not to speak of virtuous and filigree songs. But let’s put aside comparisons to more or less boring two man garage rock and have a listen to Deap Vally and their debut album Sistrionix.

As you guessed, Deap Vally are another rock duo trying to squeeze as much energy as it is possible with only two instruments and one’s own voice. Voice is the perfect cue to describe one great feature of this debut long player: the vocals relentlessly bang somewhere between sex, rock, soul and the 21st century version of Janis Joplin. The overall dirty garage rock production rounds up the energy of Sistrionix.

Nearly all the songs are more or less in mid tempo, but nevertheless, there is always an impression of running wild with 100 miles an hour. The two ladies unstoppably stamp through those eleven songs full of cheeky blues and garage rock, telling you not to come too near, or you may regret it. The songs serve head bangers as well as hip movers, combining groove and pure energy, one of those tasks many other two man or women bands miserably fail. I’d say, together with Indian Handcrafts’ Civil Disobedience For Losers, Sistrionix is the hardest rock duo performance since Death From Above 1979 and their extraordinary You’re a Woman, I’m a Machine.

So, all you ladies out there, be brave and show us more of your rock, and all you boys, be prepared to be potential groupies, this women definitely have the power to show you which way the cat jumps!

Asking Alexandria – From Death To Destiny


I am a person that is very fond of routine and I dislike sudden major changes in my life, while that might be considered a strength or a weakness depending on your personal attitude, I am absolutely in favor of change, read evolution, in music. There is nothing I like more than a band stepping out of their comfort zone and writing an album that sounds, almost, nothing like their previous endeavors. Earlier this year Bring Me The Horizon did a phenomenal job in that domain, and now it’s the turn of another rather influential band of the genre to do the same. If you haven’t guessed by the cover, I’m talking about Asking Alexandria who recently released their third record From Death To Destiny.

While the twelve songs do still bare the signature AA sound, they are so different from especially the debut record, Stand Up And Scream, that I was wondering whether there had been a mix-up in the pressing. After the intro which, fun fact, features soundbites from the singer’s drunk escapades at one of their early concerts, you are confronted with very melodic riffing and singing. While there is still the typical “chug-chug” stuff, the songs just sound way more mature and structured.

It goes further than that however, because so far my description might as well be of their second album Reckless & Relentless. Personally, the entire forty-seven minutes remind me of eighties rock and heavy metal in many and more passages with a healthy dose of metalcore. If I had to describe it in one, alas made-up, word I’d say: rock-core. To fans of the first hour this mix will certainly seem strange at first, but if you give it a chance to seep in, you might come to same conclusion as me: this is what Asking Alexandria should sound like.

Another aspect, that seems to be a trend this year, is that the vocals (and lyrics) have vastly improved in comparison to previous works. Singer Danny Worsnop damaged his vocal chords in late 2012 and subsequently went through rigorous vocal training, resulting in a noticeable change of his screams and growls. His clean vocals on the other hand sound very similar to before but simply better executed. Again, the “new” heavy vocals might scare some people off at first but they fit the music perfectly.

As a closing statement I can only say that this album is definitely the band’s musically soundest release and while they have strayed far from their original sound, it is the best thing that could have happened since these days only the daring bands can survive. And trust me: these guys will survive for a long time. Check out the band’s Facebook page and give the song below a listen; I picked a non-single track on purpose to better illustrate what I mean.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92gKGj-9aUI]

Trash Monday LXXXIII

First time I saw this video during my holidays I was confused. And I still am. What’s the hidden message of this piece of art? A flaming romance in the middle of the Yosemite? Friendship between women? Suicidal thoughts on top of a cliff? Maybe everything combined? Try and figure it out!

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIbXvaE39wM&noredirect=1]

Quando le donne avevano la coda (When Women Had Tails)

Quando le donne avevano la coda (1970) is an oldschool softporn comedy (what a surprise) by the Italian director Pasquale Festa Campanile and stars the beautiful Senta Berger, Frank Wolff and Giuliano Gemma. (The spaghetti western fans among you remember the latter two.) Another, more famous participant is beyond doubt the Italian composer and conductor Ennio Morricone who is responsible for the soundtrack. But sadly, none of these people can contribute anything useful or rescuing to this boring and tediously unfunny story.

To be honest with you, the only reason I finished this movie was because of Senta Berger, and this not because of her acting but simply because of her appearance. In the end I just could have stared at a photograph of her and I would have been spared an immature backwood/neanderthal movie by a director who seized and lifted the subject of sexuality onto a prepubescent toilet humor level. I do not know how the original dialogues are constructed but the German dubbing is an effrontery and it is absolutely no wonder that Senta Berger refused to synchronize her own role as a protest. I absolutely do understand her but after reconsidering the premise of the movie I also wonder what Miss Berger was expecting as she should have been aware that she walks through the picture lightly clad and offers her body to a leader of a gang of imbeciles in order to prevent being eaten by them. Ulli, the leader, enjoys the sex and it doesn’t last long before the other members of the tribe find out about the new “game” and want to participate. What you experience next is probably the first almost-gang-rape-softporn scene in movie history.

Quando le donne avevano la coda isn’t worth the money and this says it all as my copy cost 2 euros. I wasn’t expecting much but even my low expectations were belied. I witnessed Germans who were funnier than this film and there is nothing less funny than Germans (sorry guys). Furthermore I really do not understand how this movie can be labelled softporn as there is more sex in nowadays’ children’s afternoon programme (which is nothing we should be proud of) than in this film. Do me a favour and save your money and time. Next!