Kyle Harcött’s Canadian Top 10 of 2018

Saskatoonian, chafed-raw, fallout-scorched D-beat, KRASH makes you want to drink beer and crush the cans with your forehead. URP!

Offal-choked blackdeath D&C’d straight from the verminwomb of Ross Bay City, Human Agony’s relentless, horrific, martial sound is equal parts oppression and claustrophobia, and it’s just the kind of sickness Canada needs more of.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one:

Members of Blasphemy, Goatpenis,and Antichrist walk into Fiasco Brothers Studio… and the punchline is your face getting smashed into radiation dust with a tactical thermonuclear warhead. Devastatingly overkilling megadeath [fvkk off xian Dave] warmetal that knows nothing of nuance and exists solely to pummel you into a quivering blobule of human jelly.

It’s a new EP from Revenge. It’s as feral, rabid, chaotic, and violent as you should expect.

Alright, so maybe “Canadian” is stretching it a little – Greyhawk hail from Seattle, but their bassist Darin is of true north hoser blood, so as far as I’m concerned, good enough. Anyway, to the point, Greyhawk kicks like a stubborn Harley panhead, and Ride Out is roadburned, fist-pumping, classic heavy metal par excellence that reminds you why you like this shit in the first place.

The La Chinga brothers have consistently upped the rock ante for three records now, and Beyond The Sky just further cements their ironclad heavy rep. You looking for the riffs, pendejo? La Chinga fix you good.

I’m plenty irritatingly picky when it comes to doom. But from first listen, Smoulder come correct and lay down the kind of thulsa-doom-riff chudness that keeps me entirely engaged, and holy shit, those hooks! Hats off to Sarah & the dudes for a killer thunder-ride!

Nightseeker were only meant to be Deaner’s fake band from the first FUBAR movie. They should have put out some jokey novelty tracks à la Sp?n?al Tap that nobody would give a shit about after one listen – but instead, 3069 is a legit barn-burner of classic heavy metal. that kicks ass. Now if only they’d tour, eh?

Cauldron write the kind of hooks I was listening to in 1988. They conjure up that virulent Dokkenesque nostalgia in my reptilian brain like not many other bands can. New Gods comes across slightly more pensive than previous albums, but that just gives it more power, in my opinion.

Holy shit, from out of (almost) nowhere’s thin air, REVERSED light a blackdeathrash fire over Vancouver whose noxious smokestench can be smelled all the way out to cHELLliwack. Il-brutto brimstone blackleather bootfuck battery unbridled for the rabid legions of hell. Can’t WAIT for more.