Storms over Slavland: the official Brutal Assault review, part 2

[ironlord]

"If I had to pick one person who I genuinely regard as a musical idol, it would be Vegard Sverre Teitan, also known as Ihsahn, the brains behind Emperor, the band who created arguably the most majestic, incredible album of the 90s in the form of In The Nightside Eclipse. In fact, I'd go so far as to say he's barely put a foot wrong in his entire

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[hellbound_heart]

When Possessed played Bloodstock, the organisers didn't have the presence of mind to give Becerra a wireless microphone. Health and safety going in the opposite direction, there.

I've still never seen Arkona but I've been watching the recording of the new album, in small snippets, on Instagram (and daresay the same content is going up on Facebook et al) and - based on admittedly very little - there doesn't seem to be any rap. I personally feel they peaked with Goi, Rode, Goi! and haven't done much great work since then, and I could take or leave the more clappy-dancey folk on the last two. But Masha is obviously an inspiration - a frontwoman without a corset! Imagine!

Mourning Beloveth in the early hours? Blimey. Helen reviewed them thusly at Dublin a few years back: "I wanted to eat worms" (though, to add prosodics, it was meant as a compliment.) Someone threw a huge pair of knickers onto the stage that time. It was an odd gig...

Did you not know anyone going this year? I'd have gone myself it it hadn't clashed with Bloodstock.

[ironlord]

As I say, I could barely see Jeff on the Metalgate Stage, but from what I can make out of my pictures (including the blurred ones I haven't published) he had a hand-held microphone and certainly had no troubles with it - though I can see it is wireless, and I know those don't always work well, but trailing wires could be more trouble for him than anyone else

[carminalizarin]

Having just commented on my relatively unusual-for-a-German resistance to heat, the idea of a reflective blanket seems a bit odd, but also rather ingenious, really. The thing about the Sainsbury's tin makes me want to get real, actual Indian food again, also

[ironlord]

Having just commented on my relatively unusual-for-a-German resistance to heat, the idea of a reflective blanket seems a bit odd, but also rather ingenious, really.

My tent, being an old-school canvas construction with a ridge pole, has some in-built heat resistance, but "modern" nylon tents with bendy poles have none, and act like greenhouses in anything lighter than dark, overcast conditions. If the sun doesn't immediately retreat behind the clouds when it rises, then by 8 am the temperature inside a nylon tent will have already risen to unbearable levels, and by 10 it'll be dangerous - probably in excess of 40°C. I used to have a mylar survival blanket glued to a tarpaulin, which was a start, but only when I switched to glueing foil onto the tarpaulin did I have a proper sun-beater capable of keeping a nylon tent below 30°C all day.

As for Cryptopsy, None So Vile is one of my favorite death metal albums, but I haven't really liked anything they've done since, so skipping them seems understandable.I've never been a fan but I do

[carminalizarin]

Wait, who's Nathan Barley again?

The anti-abortion wackos are some of the stupidest people on the right. They are literally just trying to find something to feel self-righteous about that they assume no one will ever be able to prove them wrong on -- It's about KILLING BABIES, dammit!"

LOL "FAT MUSIC FOR FAT PEOPLE" and the whole bit preceding it, since when I saw "Crowbar" the first thing I thought of was Butt-Head remarking "this music is slow and fat." Which you also made reference to.

I am sorry the weather sucked so much.

I didn't know Becerra was in a wheelchair. That sucks. At least he can still perform.

Wait, you don't like Carcass?

[ironlord]

Wait, who's Nathan Barley again?

Check out Nathan Barley, it's well fuckin' weapon, yeah? Like the Wasp T12 Speechtool, yeah? It was a Chris Morris black comedy about a self-described "self-facilitating media node" who lived amongst the predecessors of hipsters in Shoreditch (essentially London's Williamsburg) circa 2005. It had no laugh track and it crashed and burned on its original airing, until, slowly but surely, those who lived in East London spread the word that yes, this is really what Shoreditch was like and yes, these utter twats really do exist, and we should laugh at them. Learn more at Wikipedia dot cock, it's well Mexico, yeah?

...the first thing I thought of was Butt-Head remarking "this music is slow and fat."

I was going to review Crowbar in the style of Beavis & Butt-Head because that was the first thing I thought of after their set (maybe even during) when I noticed their massive weight loss. It just didn't fit in around the rest of the paragraph. And that sucks. Uh huh huh huh huh. Huh huh huh huh.

Wait, you