HADALS - THE DOG - CASSETTE
SLUDGE/DOOM/EXPERIMENTAL/POWER VIOLENCE/HARDCORE/HARSH NOISE/DRONE
RED TRANSPARENT CASSETTE IN STANDARD CASE
WITH J-CARD INSERT.
HADALS is a two peice with a few previous releases. Unlike the previous albums
which featured a Harsh Noise/Drone approach, "The Dog" showcases HADALS as an
entirely different animal. Combining elements of Hardcore (On the Blackened side),
Sludge, Power Electronics, Harsh Noise, Power Violence, Drone, Doom, Etc, "The Dog"
comes out sounding something like a mix of early SWANS, RECTAL HYGIENICS, and GODFLESH. If you're a fan of artists such as WOLF EYES, THE BODY, FULL OF HELL, COLUMN OF HEAVEN, SIBERIAN HELL SOUNDS, Etc...Take note of HADALS. This duo seems to be one of those incredible bands that slipped through the cracks and fell off the radar. This happens far too often. Don't sleep on these guys. Especially when it comes to this particular release. HADALS have found a sound that is everything I hope for in extreme music hybrids. Although this
was released by the small independent label Nailbat Tapes, "The Dog" could have easily
been right at home on a label like Crucial Blast or Profound Lore. Although this is a
short release that repeats on both sides of the cassette, It's one that you'll find
yourself flipping often for repeated listens. Absolutely addicting material.
I.) HOUND OF GOLDEN LIGHT / II.) CLAWS STRETCHING TO THE SKY /
III.) MY TEETH ON YOUR NECK / IV.) SINK INTO THE EARTH:
The first three tracks are each under three minutes long with an extended finisher
clocking in at a little over eight minutes. That being said, The album plays more
like one long face melting, Sanity crushing mind warp. It's amazing how much damage
these guys manage to do in under fifteen minutes."Hound Of Golden Light" starts with
Ringing guitar feedback that prepares the way for deep and smothering bass guitar
heaviness. The bass tone alone sounds utterly filthy. After a brief buildup we are
slammed with heavy riffs among a hazy backdrop of Harsh Noise. Vocally this is a beast.
Although the vocals are somewhat buried in the mix, They are not too obscured to be
felt and suffered. Extremely Distorted screams with a rasp of bitter disgust that gets
the message across that HADALS are not here to play nice. Mid-paced brutality overtakes
the listener until we fall into a dense, Dark and doom-laden stomp. Dissonant feedback
hangs over rumbling down-tuned oppression. The distortion is so thick you can taste it.
The track ends with pulsating synths and loose percussion that leads us into "Claws
Stretching To The Sky." Here we realize that our torment has only just begun. Percussive
slams and distant harsh atmospheres are soon obliterated when Chugging riffs and crazed
vocals in multiple layers compete with a creeping fog of strange noises. The drums sound
huge and boom with a relentless ferocity. The track ends with Harsh Noise experimentation.
HADALS somehow manage to wreck your sanity and any sense of security, Grounding or comfort
you had before listening in less that a minute and a half. These boys know how to get the
job done quick and efficiently. "My Teeth On Your Neck" follows, Ending the trilogy of shorter
tracks. Heavy plodding doom that feels as gritty as a slow trek through a corroded sewer tunnel
serves as the platform for wretched vocals that once again attack in several layers. The uneasy
ambiance that pervades these tracks is unsettling to say the least. Elements of Sludge and Noise
Rock blend into a seamless sheet of disgusting audio. I feel like I need to go get tested and
vaccinated for every disease known to man after having just heard this. The track pretty much
locks in and grinds away like a chisel to the teeth until it falls apart and into a stew of slow
noise chaos at the end. "Sink Into The Earth" shovels the dirt into your grave. Repeating Industrial
drum rhythms and sliding strands of rising noise repeat as feedback and sub-sonic vibrations pull the
air from the atmosphere. Murky ambient tones rise from the depths along with experimental noise elements that build on your anxieties. It's like these guys live to pile on dread and discomfort. This final track stands in contrast to the rest of the album in that it's an extended stay in an imagined Hell-hole. One that has come very much to life. Here HADALS take a Drone Doom approach that feels like the long version of a Power Violence intro. If you listen closely you'll notice all sorts of weird stuff in the background as the feedback builds to a constant ring. This fades to be replaced by strange experimental noise that takes us into primal drum rhythms and Industrial scrap/junk clanging. To sum it up, These dudes sound pissed off and fed up regardless of the track. The drums build into a fierce tribal frenzy as grating scrapes and rising distortion reach out and pull you into HADALS conjured madness. Definitely a band worth supporting. Order a copy. If you're into depraved sonic extremity you won't be disappointed.
Hair Of The (Rabid) Dog: