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.

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

If you don’t know, Hellripper is the almost comically 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 high-speed feelgoods.

Black and blue metal

IS IT JUST ME OR…

…is there common ground between Jim Ghedi and Hellripper? Both dig into culture, place and people, both bring the past to the present, both forge a distinct aesthetic, and both are young enough to be at the vanguard of 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 caverns and caves in the Peaks and the Highlands??? 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

JIM GHEDI LIVE @ OPEN HOUSE, HATHERSAGE

NEW SHEFFIELD FOLK DESCENDS ON HATHERSAGE, 17/1/2026

“Tonight we’re going to transcend Hathersage,” says Jim Ghedi, “and unleash a vortex of hell.”

Bloke in row 2: “That’s not was I hoping for.”

“Well, there’s no refunds. So strap in.”

LAUGHS. Right? Of course, there is no hellish vortex because this is too friendly a setting but Wasteland, the 2025 album by Sheffield’s Jim Ghedi released on the Basin Rock label, could easily explode into sprawling, riotous dissonance with the wrong (right?) band behind it. This is robust, heavy folk. Which probably explains why my introduction to it was The Metal Show on Bandcamp Radio when Brad Sanders played Sheaf & Feld (first impressions right here, after the Pigsx7 live wordage).

So, the vortex is for another day. Tonight we have Ghedi on voice, electric/acoustic guitars and keyboard drone and Owen Spafford on fiddle in Open House, a new 50-capacity grass roots music space.

It’s a spellbinding hour and a half. Much of the set is pulled from Wasteland and none of the studio versions’ power is lost in live, stripped down translation. Old Stones, Wasteland, Newtondale/Blue John, Hester, The Seasons and Wishing Well all get played, as does Ah Cud Hew and others that I have no clue about – no doubt they’ll show up on a trawl through Ghedi’s back catalogue. Here though, with the fiddle up front all the way, we get hints of The Proposition soundtrack by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis: rustic, bleak, intense.

But the songs Ghedi writes and interprets are very much rooted in regional and the socio-political working class lives, intensified by a vocal delivery that belongs to the Old Ways of folk. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just that the way he twists the pronunciation and shapes the words suggest a delivery that belongs to a different time or place or both – it’s an accent, but who knows from where or when. I’m not versed in folk tapestries, just a new fan digging the whole thing and already reaching back to Electric Eden to supplement Ghedi’s song stories and histories. In his hands, the old tunes sound very now while the new songs feel familiar already, like they all exist on the same timeline … but not quite ours. The cover artwork of Wasteland does a similar job of subverting the familiar. It’s spectral, both of person and of landscape.

Trafford Road Ballad was written by Ewan MacColl in the middle of last century. It’s the last song on Wasteland and is as devastating an anti-war lyric as you’ll ever hear. It stops you dead – because nothing has changed. War-maker pricks still run the joint.

This track closes the set. Transcendence complete. NO VORTEX.

links:
Basin Rock record label
Jim Ghedi on Bandcamp
Brad Sanders and The Metal Show on Bandcamp Radio