The Meads of Asphodel - Sonderkommando
I’ve never been a big fan of England’s The Meads of Asphodel. The best way to describe these guys is to say that they are Experimental Black Metal. Everything about them is a bit odd, from their “We escaped from the set of Monty Python and the Holy Grail” outfits to their music. I don’t think there’s a song on this entire record that doesn’t veer sharply into what-the-fuck? territory at least once. The Meads of Asphodel is one of the few bands that can go from “This is totally fucking awesome!” to “This is totally fucking awful!” and then back again in one song. I can’t truthfully call this Progressive Black Metal or even Post-Black Metal. It’s just Black Metal with a lot of weird shit mixed into it. Personally, I wonder if the music is intentionally done the way it is for the sole purpose of irritating listeners. The group seems to exist just to push people’s buttons, and apparently thrives on the shock factor. The Nazi/Holocaust concept of Sonderkommando is freaking people out left and right. But they need the controversy, because on its own, the music isn’t exactly going to push album sales. It’s too eccentric, and though there are some good parts on this record, they’re just that: good parts. They aren’t even good songs. They’re sections of songs that you wish were longer. I honestly think that, if they wanted to, The Meads of Asphodel could write an album that fucking shreds and shows the entire world that they know how to snap necks like nobody’s business. This just isn’t it.
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