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 the 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 out the sound into a marching doom shanty while strings and choir (?) shoot for transcendence in a Thee Silver Mt Zion 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 while Voivod-ian motifs chill the air a notch. 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 – and they’ve always informed his lyrics but here, they’re more often 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 our craggier outposts??? 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

WINTRY METAL? TRY HELLRIPPER

Is it too late for winter sounds and 2023 catch-ups? Probably. Then again, we’re not out of the darkness yet – not quite – and there’s still a stack of stormy gloom and wind chill to celebrate. For that, we need an unsunny soundtrack. And if a couple of moments from 2023 fit the bill, all the better.  

January/February is the year’s ultimate listening zone. Post-xmas hibernation means you can sink into those end-of-year lists and check what you missed (almost everything, it seems), spend a shiteload of time re-digging the old familiars that fit the season AND discover new-to-you old sounds that then become the foundation for winters future. It’s a cycle that repeats every year. Awesome.  

So, with icy blasts in mind, two albums leapt off the Metal Hammer end-of-year list.

HELLRIPPER – Warlocks Grim & Withered Hags

This is an absolute riot, a thrash ‘n roll explosion of blackened metal that pays homage to the old school – Metallica, Maiden, Motorhead, Bathory – but is fired by precocious Young Man Chops from the Highlands, Scotland. James McBain, aka Mr Hellripper, is pretty much a one-man studio band (sleeve notes: ‘Hellripper is: James McBain’) which means he shreds like a daemon at everything. Can you imagine eating breakfast with the guy? Cornflakes at 200bpm. Carnage.     

Anyway, back to the album and these words are more a reaction than a review because Warlocks Grim & Withered Hags puts such a demented headbanger smile on your face that you’ve just got to share the word with anyone who might not yet have found it. Solos blaze with melody through warp-speed thrash and black-metal throat while riffs groove and hook with anthemic potential. When Mester Stoor Worm closes the album down, it’s with an 8 and a half minute masterclass in epic metallic storytelling.

Disclaimer: it was actually Hellripper’s previous album, The Affair of the Poisons, that made the real first impression. After my must-order-Hellripper rush, Poisons was the fastest delivery. But I can say this: if you’re in for Poisons, you’re in for Warlocks. The Affair of the Poisons feels a shade more raw, Motorhead-ish/Kill ‘em All with Whiplash and Metal Militia vibes writ large. Warlocks Grim has classic speed/metal in its all-out attack but really, I haven’t got deep enough to know anything – too caught up in the frenetic energy, killer riffs and outlandish track titles (Goat Vomit Nightmare, Blood Orgy of the She-Devils, The Hissing Marshes, take your bloodied pick). Hellripper: a furious, glorious deathride. White knuckles mandatory.   

MYRKUR – Spine

Since dropping the Myrkur ball after Mareridt, the sight of Spine at #11 in the 2023 Metal Hammer list prompted a shameful wake-up. Myrkur is back? She sure is. And Spine brings all sides of Myrkur together into one. 

Spectral folk (Balfaerd), soft Scandi-pop choruses (Like Humans), melodic black-metal pace injections (Valkyriernes Sang), sweeping orchestral-vision (My Blood is Gold) and brooding goth-metal drama (Spine) are all present. Uniting every strand is, of course, Amalie Bruun’s ethereal vocals. Spine is her 33-minute musical tour through her new world of motherhood. 

As with the two Hellripper albums above, these words are only a reaction so no great finesse or vision, but excitability? Hell yeah. Next time you get slammed by snow drifts or chilled by subzero winds or blindsided by cold fog banks, reach for Myrkur or double up on Hellripper. Winter mood enhancers for sure.   

Hellripper: Warlocks Grim
Hellripper: Not at all grim