auch mal für doomer lohnenswert reinzuschauen:
CROM – hot sumerian nights LP
Crom are funny guys. Their first record, The Cocaine Wars, featured one of the best album covers EVER, 
a Heavy Metal Magazine style painting of a hot babe in armor, riding a huge polar bear, across a vast tundra,
covered in a thick layer of snow, that once the booklet was opened, was revealed to
actually be mounds of cocaine being sniffed by a mighty Viking! The new record, features
the band painted in the same style as the first record, all Vikings, wearing armor, swords
at their side, one flipping the bird, trudging across another snowy expanse, that this time, once
the booklet opens, becomes the fluffy bedspread of a sleeping Viking,
warm and cozy beneath a polar bear skin, his arm around his sleeping wench. Needless to say
we were sold before we even heard a note. And musically, these guys are pretty goofy too, tons
of short short tracks, as many skits and interludes and weird sonic experiments
as there are proper songs. But the key to Crom is that A. They really are funny, and the skits, while
often dumb or puerile or pointless, are in fact pretty hilarious, and B. The riffs KILL. To the point of being
incredibly frustrating, as each song cuts off after only a minute or two, leaving the listener wanting more.
Way more. But somehow, all of those metallic fragments, and all of the fucked up
silly non-musical moments, are woven into one awesomely over the top, confusional genius mess.
The sound is part black metal, part classic metal, part grind, a little Fucking Champs, some death metal,
a little doom, it’s obviously the work of some seriously
obsessive metalheads, with seriously short attention spans, but the songs
when they kick in totally destroy, from furious thrashing blackness, to grinding churning chug, to
what-the-fuck metallic free for all, to total classic old school majestic metal, often all in the same
song, and then there’s all the snippets from movies, the bits of dialogue, the weird whispered vocals
chanting ‚join us‘, the entire track made of the sniffle of cocaine sniffing (we assume), weird epic
fade-in’s that fade in to nothing, some seriously Melvins-y sludge, confusional collages of samples and
downtuned riffage, but none of that shit would fly if the band weren’t capable of rocking
like mother fuckers, which they most certainly are.
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