Dethscalator - Racial Golf Course No Bitches [Riot Season - 2013]Dethscalator are a Noise Rock/Sludge Metal grindcore band formed in 2008 in Hackney, London, and ‘Racial Golf Course No Bitches’, 5 years in the making, is their debut album. Imagine Motorhead crossed with Whitehouse with a good dash of added Sabbath and you’re somewhere near the awesome power of this 35 minute release. The 10 songs here represent some of the most insane psyched out riffing I’ve heard for years, all recorded in crystal clear, ear bleeding fidelity.
The album opens with ‘Black Percy’, a 1 minute and 50 seconds feedback led monster which couples Motorhead riffs with the intensity of unintelligible vocals in the style of early Whitehouse William Bennett. The music is powerful; the sound full on and there is a song in there somewhere, even a bit of harmony. Great!
'Grotto Crank' starts with space noises before launching into a riff like demented early Judas Priest before again sounding like Whitehouse or Come’s ‘Rampton’ album gone metal, The song keeps trying to take off and then heads into squalling deep space territory, a real sonic attack as Hawkwind would say.
Next up is ‘World War II Hitler Youth Dagger’ which features more of the same massive riffs. Doomy bass and drums begin, sounding like Bongripper, and then we get a slightly off kilter time signature just to play with our heads a bit more. The production here becomes more psychedelic and dubby and again the music heads off into space rock territory.
‘Felt Leg’ is up next, starting with squeals and feedback and space rumbles. We are then treated to really insane stoned vocals and a huge repeated looping riff. It’s like the introduction to the greatest metal song ever but it stumbles before finally launching itself into a Sabbath like wall of power.
Side One ends with ‘Midnight Feast’ which carries an almost rockabilly beat before again going all Motorhead meets Whitehouse. We even have the makings of a guitar solo at the end. Massive!
Side Two kicks off with ‘Aids Atlas’ closely followed by ‘ Shit Village’ and again we are in the pool of Sabbath inspired grindcore sludge, the vocals on the latter becoming particularly manic. This is metal from an insane asylum, like Khanate on speed or some of Boris’s darker more riff based moments.
‘ It's What They Call The Clubhouse, Arsehole ’is up next and over the grindcore this time we have spacey effects and more Sabbath bludgeon riffola before we come to ‘Internet Explore and Friends’ which begins with phased bass notes which lead into Krautrock from hell with walls of feedback and a real psychedelic bad trip. The final track is ‘Pine Pot’ which rounds things off nicely in a now familiar style.
This is a ground-breaking album of this genre and really does impress. Get a copy, take your favourite relaxant and turn it up. You won’t be disappointed!Dave Biddulph