The Smoking Hearts – Victory!


I’m back! After taking a two week writing break to party like no tomorrow and go to some cool gigs, I bring you The Smoking Hearts‘ debut album Victory! which was released in April. I first heard and met the guys back in 2011 when they opened for The Used, and I immediately dug their stage presence as well as their music. Two years later I read that they were the opener for Stone Sour, which got me quite excited since I hadn’t really kept up with their evolution. To keep it short: it was a bad idea to have put this album off for so long because it kicks ass.

But let me elaborate: the UK-based band refers to themselves as rock’n’roll, but I’d say that hardcore with an occasional punk influence puts it more to the point. The intro track Off With Your Head just kicks you right in the face from start to finish, dictating the pace for the rest of the eleven tracks in total. On the second track, however, you get confronted with the more melodic instrumental aspect during the chorus, which is coupled with gang vocals, thus making the whole thing a lot less repetitive.

The instruments are flawlessly played and provide a driving backdrop which is groovy and heavy at the same time. There is nothing to whinge about when it comes to the production, either. The only thing that might be putting first-time listeners off are the partially raspy, for lack of a better word, vocals. While they do fit the ensemble quite well, I’d say that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

To sum things up, I’d say that while The Smoking Hearts‘ debut might not be a victory for the entire musical genre, it certainly is a big Victory! for them. I for one am looking forward to seeing them on stage in the, hopefully, near future and also, in due time, to their next release. You can find more information on the band’s Facebook page and you can get a taste of the album below.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEOeAz8aAK4]

Begotten


There is a lot of disturbing stuff out in the cinematic world and even though I have seen a lot, there are always films which literally fuck my mind. When I ask people about the most disturbing movie they have ever seen most of the answers are related to either the New French Extremism with Martyrs and À l’intérieur, the Italian cannibal films with Cannibal Ferox/Holocaust or the Asian splatter and gore genre with the Guinea Pig series and Ichi The Killer. I partly agree with the people and claim that most of those films are disgusting, brutal and controversial but in the end they are not really disturbing. This probably is a question of definition but personally, I think a disturbing film should have more to offer than simple shock value and that’s when experimental cinema comes into the limelight.

Begotten‘s premise is not easy to follow and there are a lot of different interpretations throughout the internet. I won’t concentrate on those but the movie contains all kind of religious references. I highly recommend watching the film without doing any research but to look some stuff up on the internet afterwards. The plot alone is probably one of the weirdest things I have ever read.

After director Elias Merhige, the script is inspired by Antonin Artaud’s Le Théâtre et son Double, Nietzsche‘s ideas on aesthetics, and a near-death experience Merhige had when he was 19 years old. To sum up, Begotten is an intense and dazing avant-garde horror experience, a cinematic wreckage and if this wasn’t enough, the film was shot on black and white reversal 16mm film and the director rephotographed, filtered and manipulated every single frame in order to intensify his surreal visions and artistic violence. Together with the unconventional decision to abstain from dialogues and traditional storyline the cinematographic brilliancy attains to perfection.

I am still enraptured by the grotesque and radical atmosphere, by the pulsing images and the raw violence. Begotten is a movie which you will never forget! And last but not least here is an interesting article I came across a few days ago: Begotten Antichrist: Did Marilyn Manson synchronize Antichrist Superstar to the movie Begotten?

Skincrack – …and Here Comes The Steamroller!

In fact the steamroller comes a little slowly, but those machines aren’t really known for being race cars but for their power. Power is the quality Skincrack want to broadcast with their debut album, although the opener seems to have a few problems, being a more punkish song compared to the coming outbursts that float somewhere between punk, metal and stoner rock. Walk Away’s refrain melody nevertheless is pretty catchy before a harder riff disrupts it and leaves us with the way darker New. Sombre vocals (I guess there are two singers sharing the vocal parts on the LP) guide trough a solid rock song that doesn’t fear to combine metal-like screams with melodic parts.

One feeling that won’t vanish throughout …and Here Comes The Steamroller! concerns the impression of having heard lots of those parts already in the 90s. Cut Into Pieces then very clearly opens the metal stage for the listeners, and in the beginning you may think that a different band is screaming at you right now. Before coming to a slow end, the song is very straight, making it the strongest of all the coming outbursts in which one often gets the impression of a band trying too hard instead of just mercilessly jumping trough the wall.

The fact that even the feeling of good old grunge arises sometimes just confirms the 90s spirit mentioned above. The vocal style of the “main” vocalist (correct me if I’m wrong) unfortunately takes a lot of power away, being a roughly barking dog that would perfectly fit into an aggressive punk band.

The songs off the second half sometimes offer an impression of crudeness or portliness, which often destroys the flow of the first songs. Celebrity may be considered as an exception, displaying a similar directness as in Cut Into Pieces. The heaviness doesn’t disappear, mission “power” is at least accomplished. Skincrack seem to still be looking for their own style and there surely is much to improve considering song composition and creativity. But you can give these guys a chance in those minutes you just want to be crushed by a steamroller or something.

Justice – Access All Arenas

There’s no better way to start the festival season than with a live album by one of your favourite bands ever, in this case Justice‘s live performance on Access All Arenas. As a matter of fact, I’ll be rocking this year’s Rock Werchter festival once again and I’ve been able to experience the sheer power of Justice‘s live sets on that site twice, back in 2008 and last year.

The live set was recorded in an ancient Roman amphitheater in Nîmes, in best Pink Floyd manner, if you know what I’m referring to. If you ever listened to Justice’s previous live album, Across The Universe, you will instantly notice that the opener is still the same, with Genesis‘ colossal intro making the crowd go apeshit in no time! This is the best proof for the timelessness of the first album † , that was released 6 years ago.

Against all odds, Gaspar Augé and Xavier de Rosnay do not only press midi controllers every once in a while, despite the prejudices people have towards electronic-dance-music acts. It’s not like both guys are on stage pressing buttons and peeling onions additionally. The strength of this duo bases in melting both albums into one crazy multi-layered experience. No big deal, you’d say, but that’s not the secret in Justice‘s sound. The twist is, unlike any other EDM project, finding a compromise between pounding beats and a fresh, elegant attitude only Frenchman can handle. Hate’em or like’em, Justice have an unmistakeable sound and signature, which turns them into a rare jewel in an electronic scene that has fallen into disrepute due to artists who ride the maximal sound bandwagon.

† Et Justice pour tous! †

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m46S-VGCimY]

Hobo with a Shotgun

Hobo with a Shotgun. Here’s where the film already scores points with me: there’s no need to carry out the tedious, boring task of covering the plot because the title sums it up nicely. It started out as a fake trailer that won Robert Rodriguez’s SXSW trailers contest and went on to become the second Grindhouse trailer to be made into a feature-length, high-budget film. The project was realised by director Jason Eisener and writer John Davies, two of the Canadian guys responsible for the fake trailer.

With a top-notch Grindhouse trailer to compare it to, it’s easy for the feature to miss the mark in the eyes of many fans. Case in point: the first attempt. After sitting through the disappointment I thought was Machete, I went into this experience with mixed feelings, and came out pleasantly surprised.

First of all, I think the premise is about as fantastic as it gets for a brain-dead action film: a hobo with a shotgun goes on a bad guy killing spree in a town, ironically called Hope Town, which runs on rampant crime and corruption. Rad. Then, it must be noted that Rutger Hauer is badass enough to make up for a lot of this movie’s faults. The man’s piercing blue eyes reach right into your soul, and his portrayal of the mellow hobo just minding his own business gone borderline maniacal vigilante is near perfect.

A notable characteristic of Hobo with a Shotgun is its colour palette: high-contrast, stark and oversaturated, adjectives which also apply to the movie as a whole. The dazzling colour scheme gives off comic book cover vibes and goes well with the film’s general over-the-top nature — I’d even go as far as to say that it is an integral part of what makes it work for me. The flashy shots indicate that its chief aim is not to be deep and heavy with meaning, and yet it still manages to raise questions of ethics while avoiding the classic exploitation genre trap of degenerating into masturbatory self-parody. It goes without saying that it’s not exactly an enlightening social commentary, either. But overall, I get the impression that aspirations line up with the outcome here, which I think is vital when it comes to movies of this gratuitously gory caliber.

Content-wise, I thought it was wholly decent, if a bit hectic and overstated. I probably won’t ever think about, let alone watch it again, but to accept long-term influence on my life as the universal purpose of movies and the benchmark by which their worth should be measured would be misguided. In order to enjoy Hobo with a Shotgun, you must see it for what it is: a film that tries to entertain largely by means of violence that is absurd to the point of hilarity. You get the gratification of sweet revenge by the “eye for an eye” principle, and though we all know, at the core, that that would be a horrible way to fight a corrupt system in the real world, it is kind of satisfying to watch the wooden bad guys get slaughtered on screen. If that doesn’t sit well with you, you probably won’t see much merit in this film, despite the sprinkles of heart and meaning it does contain.

The relentless energy and boldness of it is exhausting, though, so I was relieved when it came to a screeching halt after the explosive finale. My poor overstimulated senses were practically begging for a break after a good 86 minutes of shrill, glitzy, gore-injected craziness. If you plan on watching this one, which I won’t discourage you from doing, know that you’re in for one hell of a ride. And watch it at a time of day that allows for a few hours of visual impairment after.

Inside Deep Throat

Deep Throat, the notorious and game-changing smut flick starring porn icon Linda Lovelace, hit mainstream theatres all around America in 1972 and propelled the ongoing sexual revolution to dizzying heights. Not only is it by far the highest-grossing pornographic film, it is also the most profitable independent film in motion picture history: its production cost $24,000, the actors were paid a pittance, and it went on to make an estimated $600 million around the world, according to the makers.

It was written and directed by Gerard Damiano, a former hairdresser who was inspired to make blue movies because he kept hearing sexually frustrated wives complain about the lack of intimacy in their relationships. He came up with the simple but revolutionary plot for Deep Throat after witnessing his leading lady’s special talent, an oral sex technique he deemed unique enough to build an entire picture around: Linda Lovelace, who plays herself, consults a doctor about her perpetually unfulfilled sex life. When he examines her, he discovers that her clitoris is located in the back of her throat, generously offers his help, and the rest is history.

In Inside Deep Throat, Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato examine the reasons behind the film’s success and its tremendous impact on American society with the help of some members of the cast and crew (including Gerard Damiano and stock footage of Linda Lovelace herself) and other interviewees like John Waters, Larry Flynt, Ruth Westheimer and Hugh Hefner. It focuses on the controversy and witch hunt surrounding the pop culture phenomenon that was banned in 23 states and nearly got Lovelace’s co-star Harry Reems arrested for five years on obscenity charges, and aims to illuminate both sides of the coin.

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PORN! At what age did you come into contact with it? I was born in the mid 80s and when my friends and I entered puberty and became interested in something we had no idea of, namely sex, we had no Internet (or only a very few of us) and so we gathered our initial impressions from stolen magazines, because no one had the guts to pay for them. Another source of information was the French Canal+ channel (for the real stuff) or DSF’s Sexy Sport Clips (for the softporn stuff) from Germany. In order to get access to those, we had to wait until our parents went out with some friends in the evening, stay up late and not fall asleep before mom and dad returned. A few years later, when computers became more popular, suddenly this guy who had a CD burner and provided everybody with what was wanted and needed stepped on the scene (I am sure all of you knew a buddy like that back in the old days).

So what am I driving at, beside the fact that the only way to test my infantile sexuality was to use my imagination? Well, while we were growing up, pornography never played an important role, we never faced a sexual revolution or anything like that. Porn existed, we knew where to get it, we watched it but never made a big deal out of it.

After I saw Inside Deep Throat for the first time I was really satisfied as the documentary delivers information not only about the times when the porn business wasn’t an industry but ruled by independent “actors” and “directors”, but it also focuses on Deep Throat and the rise of a cinematographic, socio-cultural phenomenon.

As I have never seen Deep Throat and knew very little of it, the documentary was able to gratify my shallow curiosity. But when we decided to write about it in our “Docommentary” section, I re-watched it and it was during the long and quite intense conversations with Anna when some kind of ambivalent feelings towards Inside Deep Throat emerged in my head. In the next few lines I will briefly note down a few personal thoughts on the documentary about the most profitable porn film of all times and pornography itself.

During the 90 minutes there is talk of a culture war between sexual revolutionists who claim to crusade for women’s empowerment and libido liberation, and the American right-wing politicians and government which outsourced the report of the commission on obscenity and pornography in order to justify a nationwide ban of Deep Throat. I think that the directors succeeded in capturing meaningful, exploratory, questionable and even suspect opinions and insights of Deep Throat in a very objective and journalistic way. If you are curious about the historical interest and cultural impact of the 1972 porn classic and different views/opinions of umpteen talking heads like Dr. Ruth Westheimer, John Waters and the usual suspects, you should give Inside Deep Throat a try. Personally, I got the feeling that the documentary overestimates Deep Throat‘s influence from time to time and never seems to take itself too seriously.

In my personal definition, a documentary should not only delve into one specific and cohesive issue but should encourage viewers to question what they have seen and inspire them to search for further information. Inside Deep Throat could have served as a perfect medium for an important subject like pornography. Unfortunately it doesn’t raise any questions and hardly provides a basis for discussion. To my way of thinking we need a sincere, realistic and public debate about how we deal with pornography, the portrayal of women in sex films and its influence and effects on the youth. There is no need for over-dramatisation but the democratisation of technology with the enhancing availability is responsible for the increasing consumption of pornographic material and this should not be belittled but simply thematised. An omnipresent subject like pornography and sexuality needs educational work. I am not saying that all this should have been included in the documentary but there were several occasions where the directors could have at least indicated the importance of some subjects mentioned above. To conclude, I was not disappointed by Inside Deep Throat itself but in the end I was searching for an introduction to my never-ending quest to seek new cinematic and socio-pedagogical paths, and that’s where the documentary can’t keep up with.

-Luc-

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There is a lot to say about the porn industry and American censorship laws, more than could be put into a 92-minute documentary. I can see that. I’m sure the makers of Inside Deep Throat tried their best to turn the spotlight to adherents of the anti-pornography movement and let them address their various issues with pornography in as much depth as the limitations allow, but at the end of the day, it is very clear that we’re not really supposed to see eye to eye with the pious right-wing crusaders and radical feminists featured in the film. We walk away having learned that the American government bent over backwards to jail an individual for having sex on film — a ridiculous notion — and that’s about the bottom line here.

In reality, it’s not that easy, of course. It never is. And in that sense, Inside Deep Throat is a discussion starter more than anything else. I liked the documentary for what it is, a feel-good portrait of a film that sparked great controversy and paved the way for an awakening industry, but the most interesting questions remain unexplored.

Linda Lovelace was an ambivalent figure who made a lot of conflicting statements depending on who she was talking to during her lifetime. Due to the frequent contradictions and reversals of opinion, it is impossible to figure out to which degree her accusations of rape and abuse are true and whether she really was coerced into entering the adult business. Sadly (and perhaps unfairly, as any educated being knows that it isn’t unusual for victims of abuse to return to their tormentors and continue the cycle of violence), she lost much of her credibility in the public eye when she once again turned to the porn industry several years prior to her death. It’s a classic “he said she said” situation and the most important witness is dead, which makes it hard to treat the case in a film supposed to stick to pure facts.

But even with that in mind, the way they handled it doesn’t sit well with me. Following archived footage of Lovelace testifying on talk shows alongside feminists, there’s Damiano offering his perspective in a few concise sentences:

“Linda needed somebody to tell her what to do, and as long as she had somebody telling her what to do she was happy. So when she made the movie, she was happy making the movie. After the movie, somebody said ‘hey, you shouldn’t have made that movie’, so she became unhappy about making the movie. Which wasn’t true! She was very happy about making the movie.”

And that’s it for Lovelace, basically. It seems like an exceedingly biased, flippant, dismissive conclusive assessment to me, and I would’ve liked to see one or two more statements to balance it out.

Furthermore, as Luc already pointed out, in spite of the fertile ground for extensive debate, the discussion on the ethics of pornography is kept relatively shallow. The documentary scratches the surface, but definitely doesn’t spend much time analysing the more dubious and problematic aspects of the industry that Deep Throat practically unleashed. This may again be attributed to the lack of time and relevance to the central subject matter, but it still irks me. As author Erica Jong pointed out in her interview, the premise of Deep Throat is a little shady in itself. It caters to a male fantasy, the idea that by thrusting their penis down a woman’s throat, she gets as much pleasure as they do — and in retrospect, it seems like a foreshadowing of the direction in which heterosexual pornography is currently facing. It is based on male fantasy, which is interpreted as fact, so the expectation of the women involved is to conform to this fantasy. These dynamics, too, ought to be questioned and properly addressed and not merely touched on.

~ Anna ~

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Watch the trailer below and give the documentary a try if you come across it. If you have already seen it, please tell us your opinion in the comment section.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2cNTQMAtCM]

August Burns Red – Rescue & Restore


If there is one sentence that I’ve heard too often from bands it’s: “this new record is the best one so far, etc etc”. More often than not, this promise is not kept. In the case of August Burns Red‘s new release Rescue & Restore however, it is more than just true…it’s an understatement: their fifth album is nothing shy of an absolute masterpiece.

In their early days the band were a pretty standard metalcore band, a good one admittedly, but with their third record Constellations they slowly started expanding their sound. Number four, Leveler, broke new ground with the occasional addition of certain atypical instruments and polyrhythms which added a certain epic feeling to their music. However, their newest endeavor goes even further and broadens the entire spectrum of what metalcore can be.

The guitars and drums are absolutely insane and I can guarantee you that you will find new licks and fills each time you re-listen to the eleven songs. While that has already kind of been the case on the predecessor, it is even more pronounced this time around. The same goes for the use of unconventional instruments…I’m not sure if I managed to identify all of them correctly but here is a, possibly incomplete, list: marimba, trumpet, flamenco guitar and violin. I am aware that this sounds ridiculous when you read it…but it fits so well into the song structures that the ingenuity is hard to deny. But you will have to be judge of that for yourself, I for one completely dig it.

The vocals have not changed a lot, nor has the production value: both are still at extreme high level. There are now certain spoken word passages that help quiet the songs down and thereby make the sonic array more diverse during these forty-eight minutes. If you know the band, you know that their lyrics are generally-speaking influenced by their faith without them being too much “in your face” about it. This has not changed, which I welcome because they are a major part of what ABR is all about.

All in all, as mentioned above, I’d say that this is definitely the band’s strongest record to date and I can only recommend every metal(core) fan to give it a go. One thing’s certain: June has brought forward another strong contender for my personal top 5. You can find more information about the band on their Facebook page, and you can listen to a song below. And just because I can: this has been my fiftieth music review, here’s to another fifty!

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkLttNn7dhU]

~Yannick~

Pity Sex – Feast of Love

Fear not, gender fascists! Michigan based band Pity Sex have what it takes to be politically correct. Having both male and female vocals Feast of Love provides variety in songwriting for not drifting into boredom. Pity Sex could be described as a lo-fi college rock sounding band that reminds one of Jimmy Eat World on benzodiazepines, which can be pretty cool, actually.

The opener Wind-Up and the second track Keep are the right kick in the face to start your day right. Uncompromising, catchy and short. Are Pity Sex able to keep that pace up?

The answer is mixed, frankly. Honey Pot and St. John’s Wort keep the rhythm of the opening tracks and really suit my mood for this time of the year. What I really dislike, are songs like Fold and Smoke Screen but that’s not Britty Drake’s fault. She’s a good singer but the tone of her voice reminds me of Dolores O’Riordan from The Cranberries and that really destroys me. Call it a trauma, but I rely on my preconception that there really is no good band from Ireland, and no, Two Door Cinema Club are from Northern Ireland, but they still suck and yes; I am that obnoxious and luckily, Pity Sex are from the US.

I have to admit, in all fairness, that the songwriting is really good, though. It varies from powerful, bassdriven parts with a slight gothic note to parts with a more post-grunge a.k.a. “I don’t give a fuck” attitude. It’s just the slower songs that don’t really attract my attention.

You can get the album on Bandcamp for 5 quid, I say the album is still worth the money despite the parts that remind me of that one band from Ireland…