By the Malice of Evil... Death Comes Vol. 1

Here we have a 3-way split between you guessed it, three, Finnish powerhouses. One of the few things that wasn't in "3's" on this album was the amount of labels that released it and that ended up being five. This is a split for the drugged.

First on the list bringing us (wait for it) three songs is Demonic Death Judge. These guys have recently released their follow up album to Kneel entitled The Descent (which will be reviewed soon). DDJ bring forth a slab of entrancing psychedelic sludge/doom. With or without the aid of mind-altering substances these Finnish lords of the Doom-trip can make you feel like you're reaching new plateaus. The musicianship in this band is ridiculous, these three tracks only give you a small helping of what they're actually capable of. The spaced-out (not in the physical sense) vocals add to the bent-mind effect and overall sound of stonery. Magical riffs and effects galore can send you sailing through splendid worlds of acid laced gum drops and black-tar coated trees. There's something grand about this band despite the moniker.

Redrighthand - They Sang and Chanted for Hours, then the Locked in Hundreds Set Themselves Ablaze.

Is this perhaps the longest album title out there? Probably not. As a matter of fact I just searched for "longest album title" and Fiona Apple took the cake with "When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like a King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He'll Win the Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters the Ring There's No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights and If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won't Matter, Cuz You'll Know That You're Right"  That's a long ass title...I didn't even read it all because I'm not that interested even though it would seem that I was that interested considering I took the time to look it up....but I'm not.

Instead I'm sitting here realizing my misanthropic tendencies aren't going away anytime soon as I repeatedly get pestered with messages to go out and "get drunk" and the only thing I can think of is how I hate people and their "need" to be inebriated on a daily basis, or their "need" for constant social interaction. I decided what better way to take out my anxieties towards mankind than with a completely claustrophobic album that sounds like the writhing ever-present anger slopping murkily around within the deepest crevices of my bowels.

Two paragraphs in and I haven't even touched on the band.