DEAD WESTERN: Everything, Eternally CD Discorporate

DEAD WESTERN: Everything, Eternally  CD Discorporate

The west coast of America has produced some pretty strange outfits over the years and Dead Western are of no exception, even terming their genre as ‘New Weird America’, though they generally fall under the Psychofolk banner aurally speaking.

‘Everything, Eternally’ is a hard album to review personally.  Don’t get me wrong I do have a soft spot for a lot of country artists out there, after all who doesn’t like a spot of Johnny Cash now and then?  I often listen to Jessie Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter a fair bit too, but this leans way to far into territories I do not venture and whilst there is obviously a market for this act, they simply do not whet my palette enough.

The closest line I can pencil this release to is Leonard Cohen, whom is someone that I have the greatest respect for as an artist, but again would not listen to in my own time.   Troy Mighty and his cohorts have many a trick up their sleeves artistically speaking and the production is as warm and as generous as you would expect from the genre.

Pleasant in its own right, displaying some true mastery of their instrumentation and if peculiar, obscure and dark Country & Western is your thing then you really won’t go far wrong in getting your mitts on this.


STAER: s/t CD Discorporate

STAER: s/t  CD Discorporate

Self-titled crushing six-track debut from this Norwegian three piece that was pretty much nailing it from the moment I hit play.

With a colossal raucous guitar racket accompanied by psychotic electronics, thundering percussion and gruelling bass lines, this can only be described as what would happen if you dragged the guitar sludge of Melvins and placed it in a blender with Eyehategod and Acid Bath with the volume turned up to eleven.  Nothing about this release holds back, not one iota.  That’s not to say there’s nothing musical about Staer, quite the opposite in fact.  These Viking noisemongers approach music much in the same way that much of the No-Wave scene does, albeit in a more traumatic and blistering fashion.

There’s a method to the madness as it unfolds and it’s blatantly obvious that talent soars throughout their Nordic veins, with a pace that is cleverly dictated as to drag the listener into the mire with scarce, quieter (so to speak) moments, only to bludgeon them over the head with a large lump hammer.

This is an impressive debut album from start to finish, with a well thought out display of skill that is never overshadowed by the analogue brutality that they so obviously wield by the bucket load