Showing posts with label Brutal Truth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brutal Truth. Show all posts

6 Aug 2014

Obscene Extreme 2014: Day 3

Live @ Battlefield, Trutnov, Czech Republic
July 18, 2014

Part three of a planned five-part photo-essay, covering five days at OEF Europe 2014.  Events were recorded in the moment (gonzo-lite).  Transcribed directly from my notes, with after-the-fact (mainly day 5) recollections in italics.  Some days were more comprehensive and professionally journalistic than others...



Krüger, worth getting up for.  But the treat of Friday morning was Deaf Kids from Brazil.  Haunting, hanging screams over noise.  Stood apart from the rest of the bands for certain, I must see them in a more intimate setting.  Too heavy and atmospheric to be digested in a 25 minute set before noon on a weekday.  What a ridiculous festival.

Nazareno El Violento were heavily anticipated, and like everything I was looking forward to failed to disappoint.  Hard as fuck, should have bought a shirt as they seemed to have some of the best designs not involving shit, vomit, extreme gore or genitals.  Nothing wrong with that but there are only so many places you can were a Jig-Ai top if you don't want to spend the entire evening talking about your shirt.
 

Besta, wow!  Something about the Spanish/Portuguese languages, from Europe to Central and South America, just make them the most perfectly suited for d-beat and crust.  I don't even know if they sing in English or not but damned if I haven't developed a positive stereotype for d-bands from these regions.  Add Nazareno and Besta to the list.

Warcollapse remind me that Sweden isn't far behind when it comes to this sort of d-thing.  Between these guys, Massgrav, Skitsystem, it's like a warm hug from an old friend every time.

Vitamin X had insane energy.  Absurdly animated frontman who refused to stop jumping.  The bands at this festival have a knack for sounding exactly like their names, maybe it's the genrefication and generification of heavy music, or maybe it's just by confirmation bias talking.  Daresay the most energetic punk act of the weekend, rivaled only by Italian hardcore night.

Nunslaughter - the most blasphemous band I've seen in a while, hilarious banter from the drummer, great energy, a perfect band for OEF.  They have thousands of songs and played almost half of them.  I will forever associate the inverted cross drumstick salute with this band.  Good luck finding a band that hates Christians more than these guys.


Cattle Decapitation were sorely missed.  Wehrmacht did basically the same set two nights in a row, even closing with the same Iron Maiden cover and everybody-up-on-stage routine both times.  A little heavier on the Cryptic Slaughter on night two.  It seems like way too many farewells this weekend, in this case from a band I've barely met.  Will have to explore both these acts on record in the near future.



Brutal Truth were also saying goodbye.  Nothing too specific or profound in the farewell address, but you know when a band that's been in the game is stopping for speeches and each member is snapping their own cellphone photos that it's a special night.  This was perhaps the headliner of the weekend based on crowd energy and I find it hard to disagree with them.  Lucky to see this final European show, and at a club gig once before.  Dynamically different experiences between the stage diving, moshing insanity here and the (comparatively) downright sombre atmosphere at the Zoo years ago surrounded by arms-crossed headbangers.  There you can digest every note of the music, here much of it is lost in the swirling chaos that is Obscene Extreme.  But you wouldn't want it any other way.

 


Possessed, this far removed from "their" heyday could hardly have been better.  There is some sneaking feeling that what you're seeing isn't quite the original thing.  But that's what happens with so many of these long-neglected cult projects.  You could hardly expect Larry Lalonde to take a break from Primus and show his face.  That was a long time ago.  Possessed 2014?  Still worth it.  For being so influential you don't hear them covered all that much, especially live.  And Jeff Becerra still brings the black metal magic.


Eyehategod rounded out "USA night."  A bit of a sonic anomaly in this setting, but thematically they fit right in. 

22 Jul 2014

Obscene Extreme 2014: Day 1

Live @ Battlefield, Trutnov, Czech Republic
July 16, 2014

Part one of a planned five-part photo-essay, covering five days at OEF Europe 2014.  Events were recorded in the moment (gonzo-lite).  Transcribed directly from my notes, with after-the-fact (mainly day 5) recollections in italics.  Some days were more comprehensive and professionally journalistic than others...


 
Gutslit inspect the lineup for Brutal Assault

Dumpster derby

Eating spicy things

 Getting dizzy

If the world knew that the most extreme music festival on the planet was rabidly anti-fascist, served mainly vegan food and had rainbow flags and anti-homophobe stickers all over the place, metal's image would be cleansed overnight.  Obscene Extreme is a small pocket of reality that ought not to exist.  Two years running for me, one vegan burger down and several Kozels with it.  Grown men are painting each other's nails blindfolded, dudes in drag dragged around the festival in dumpsters.  We have crossed beyond tolerance completely, this is a post-civilizational new world order where all that matters is that you enjoy heavy music and you don't give a fuck what anybody thinks.  "Freak friendly" and a little slice of heaven, a lone North American in a sea of Euro madness.  The only rules are don't fight, drink constantly and don't say no to anybody.


 Early victims


We are still hours away from the first of 60+ bands to play, and casualties of the party lay passed out on the periphery.  People had drunk themselves unconscious before you could buy an official festival t-shirt.  A majority-white crowd ready to attack any racist at the slightest provocation.  Most anticipated beyond the headliners (Brutal Truth saying goodbye to Europe, Possessed, Immolation, Morgoth, Eyehategod, Nunslaughter) for me are The Kill, ACxDC, that Thai band (not Blood Soaked Street of Social Decay unfortunately) and Turbokreig.  Also Master!





The stage is getting the finishing touches without a sign of PPE or a safety inspector. Likely these concepts have yet to be introduced in the CZ, allowing the festival to thrive here where America has shut them out (California, even).  Not that Canada would be any more hospitable.  They say Japan went well, and so I dream of a day when I can attend OEF Bangkok (if ever an Asian nation needed grind, now is the tumultuous time over in the land of a thousand smiles).  A last grasp at freedom.  If I don't bring my children here, I don't deserve to breed 'em.




I wonder at the demographics.  Certainly a large portion of Czechs, but a majority?  Most likely, but it's difficult to determine.  Extra-continentals are a rarity.  There is me and the Indian band, and I may have overheard an American accent.  But there are substantial Germans and a contingent of French to be sure.  Czechs are anywhere from 30%-70% depending where you stand.  English is regularly spoken in this multinational gathering, but guessing at accents is a fool's game.  Maybe I can dispense better sentences in the booze tent?  With minimal attention to minimal safety standards, who will succumb to these electrocution hazards...


Freak Fest has waned and the beer tent fills.  Night falls before the Italians take over.  £10 = seven beers, 1 cup for said beers and a vegan burger.  Not enough to last the day, evidently.  A £3 bottle of vodka at Billa is tempting, but the deliberate pace of the Kozel is probably for the best.  Sun is still up, surviving for three bands (tonight is Ed, E.U.'s Arse and Raw Power) seems optimistic, I should go for food before my next round but won't.  A beer, a second vegan burger and a ciggy seem the order of the day.  Still no weed since Ghostface but I'm not complaining.  Waka Flocka keeping me cool, definitely a question mark gangsta over here.  Tonight I don't want to write, I want to drink, mosh and survive.  Some photos if realistic but it's not a requirement - the press box is filling at the front already.  OEF knows how to document their shit.  This is only about one man's stressed disposition attempting to make sense of his life through one blurry weekend.  It's not your fault that I'm a pussy.  I need the darkness and I need more Kozel.


Moshing with Ed

Italian hardcore night?  I really like the idea of ethnic/national/genre themed nights.  For 3 bands, it's easy to do, though to extend this theme across the weekend could be even more interesting.  It's like an focused study into one corner of the extreme world, rather than the usual random sampling of introductory courses.  I think the organizers go for pacing as a general philosophy, but with the small venue it's easy to gain/lose crowds from set to set so it could be worth the risk to experiment more.  Friday was practically USA night anyway, take advantage.


Raw Power

Ed seemed like this was one of the bigger shows they've played.  E.U.'s Arse seemed like this was one of the bigger shows they've played in a while, and was led by one of the most seemingly appreciative frontmen of the weekend.  Raw Power were intense and lived up to their name, but my vote goes to E.U.'s Arse for stealing the evening.  I was so into their set I didn't even manage to take a half-decent photo.  More of this, please.