JIM GHEDI x HELLRIPPER

HIGH-VOLTAGE NEW SINGLE ‘THE HUNGRY CHILD’ FROM JIM GHEDI. CORONACH UNLEASHED BY HELLRIPPER

The omens were always there. When Jim Ghedi played in Hathersage, it was as a two-person set-up with Owen Spafford on fiddle in a 50-capacity venue. The songs were stripped down but, in the gig review, I scribbled that ‘Wasteland… could easily explode into sprawling, riotous dissonance with the wrong (right?) band behind it.’

Speculative wishes granted, peoples – The Hungry Child is that very thing: a cacophonous electrification of a harrowing tale.

It starts with fiddle-and-drone and downwards bend, like Zep’s Whole Lotta Love left-right speaker pan by way of a hulking wartime bomber, which sets the mood to bleak as Ghedi sings the tale of ‘the hungry child’, based on a German poem from the early 19th century.

It’s a lean start, musically – after the drone, it’s Ghedi’s voice and fiddle that leads us. But a storm soon brews as his no-bullshit band emerges to flesh the sound out into a marching doom shanty while strings and choir (?) shoot for transcendence in a Thee Silver Mt Zion Orchestra way, switching from rigidity to shamanic chaos over a filthy bass grind.

Hearing Jim Ghedi and crew crank it up like this is pure joy, if that’s the right word for such a forlorn slab of downer folk. Sunshine music it is not, so save it for the greyest, most barren of wind-whipped days and steel your heart for the poem’s end. Sink into it right here.

On stage, The Hungry Child should be a beast so let’s hope Ghedi and crew play it when the UK tour kicks off at Hebden Bridge Trades Club this very week on Thursday 18th June. Me, I’ll be at The Strines Nightingale the day after. Cannot wait. Tour dates here.

OK then, time for a different kind of grim: Hellripper.

If you don’t know, Hellripper is the irresistibly OTT speed-thrash-black metal brainchild of one-man studio riot, James McBain. The latest album, Coronach, came out in March and it fully rips (sorry), just like its predecessors – but the maniacal Hellripper blueprint is evolving.

For this album, McBain has added bagpipes, vocal range, violin and even (no fckn way) piano (whaaaat?) to Hellripper’s hot-wired black-speed frenzy and they all enhance the vision without losing heat from the molten goatcult core. Title track Coronach – a 9-minute linear epic that cruises with mid-tempo anthemics, classic metal licks and furious pace injections – showcases a progressive musical narrative that rarely circles back to verse-chorus regularity. Hunderprest, meanwhile, shreds with riffage that’s Rust-in-Peace tight and Voivod-cold. Ferocious blastbeat action and riffy hooks are never far away.

Perhaps a bigger difference on this latest album is that McBain’s Scottish culture and folklore references get a higher profile. They’re dark and macabre, same as they ever were – witchery, vampires, sacrifice, body-snatching – but here, they’re elevated to song titles like these (info cribbed from McBain’s own Coronach liner notes):

Coronach – an improvised song for the dead, traditionally played at funerals
Baobhan Sith – a female vampire of the forests of the Highlands
Mortercheyn – the disease spread by Nuckelavee, a demon from Orkney folklore

And:

Blakk Satanik Fvkkstorm

Er…

Anyway, check Coronach for metallic extremes and extremely high-speed feelgoods.

Black and blue metal

IS IT JUST ME OR…

…is there common ground between Jim Ghedi and Hellripper? Both dig, in different ways, into culture, place and people, both bring the past to the present, both forge a distinct aesthetic, and both are gaining popularity in their scenes.

They should tour together.

No doubt this is a ridiculous and shallow observation from someone who knows nothing about their respective worlds, but can you imagine a co-headlining trek of the craggier outposts of these isles??? That would be something else. Heavy folk dread and Celtic kult-metal mutation – yes please.

A few more entry-level words on Hellripper right here

ALABAMA SHAKES – American Dream: TRACK OF THE MONTH

Not many tunes in this Rewind post because otherwise, nothing will get written and finished – again. So, no actual words on cool new sounds like the noisy new mclusky EP or Dublin noisy bastards Bucket or Massive Attack with Tom Waits – but then again, Boots on the Ground is too intense to put words to anyway, much like Terrace Martin/Denzel Curry’s Pig Feet was 6 years ago. Sobering stuff, utterly mandatory. The shock of the news.

OK, before we get to Alabama, we’ve got another big A to check. Attack of the killer As? YES. You know who.

ANTHRAX – It’s for the Kids

Anthrax are BACK, on fire at speed. It’s for the Kids is a pristine crack of thrash whiplash which shows they still cut very sharp, especially Charlie Benante (how???). Nothing mould-breaking here obviously, just all your fave old ‘thrax bits (chugs and speeds, hooks and leads) tastefully done in exactly the right ways at exactly the right times with a shit-ton of age-defying energy. Pure old-school joy. There’s even an Indians-themed wardance breakdown, FFS. Thrashers’ delight.

But it’s the Madhouse-homage video that triggers a full-on blur of old and new and it’s a sweet touch. If you saw the Madhouse clip over and over and over again as a youth 40 years ago, It’s for the Kids is the best triggering experience of your week, guaranteed. All those deep memories you never knew you had – drools, straightjackets, grins, gurns, pliers, hi tops, headbanging freeze frames – come bubbling up fast, so much that you have to check the Madhouse original. A good-times double whammy. And even after all these years, Joey Belladonna still seems to appear from nowhere at the start.

ALABAMA SHAKES – American Dream

Allow us a Led Zeppelin divergence, just for a minute. A long slow blues minute.

Since I’ve Been Loving You is probably seen as a Led Zeppelin blues meisterwork – and maybe it is, if you’re a blues-er. If you’re not then Loving You’s histrionic take on trad-blues can be a bit much, perhaps made more palatable by context (side one of Led Zeppelin III) or live status (The Song Remains the Same).

But Tea for One has always been the true Zep blues benchmark in my book. Tea for One kills: a near 10-minute downer that chokes time and slows it right the fuck down, not just because of the tempo-dragging triple-time but because that’s what the song is about – time. Stretched over one of John Bonham’s tastiest reigned-in drum performances, Tea for One tackles a human condition and its desperate frustration could only ever find a home on the darkly intense Presence. It’s not Led Zeppelin playing the blues: it’s Led Zeppelin feeling despair. And the music is at one with that. There is no flash.

American Dream by Alabama Shakes has the same, deliberate, time-warping power. Stripped down, sparse and very much not afraid to use space/ambience as a lead instrument, its downbeat lack of pace mesmerises. But instead of a blues-ish backdrop, we get psyche-soul and gospel strength. For any non-Alabama Shakes devotees – like me, familiar only with past singles – this track is a heavy duty revelation, dripping with Curtis Harding funk, Algiers fire and masterful pacing and restraint. When the band drops out leaving nothing but a seductive drum shuffle, it snaps your attention completely. You can feel the echoes of instruments stopped. There is presence

which is kinda where we came in. Stunning. Check American Dream right here.

And that’s it for this month.

’til next time!

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