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Make no mistake about it: Skeletonwitch are campy. Their name is campy: An ordinary skeleton? Just so-so. A Skeletonwitch? Infernal. The artwork is campy: the devil's skeleton, in a bubbling lava sea full of a bunch of other skeletons, holding up a pair of skulls. Even their song titles are campy: "Gorge Upon My Soul." "Longing for Domination." "The Despoiler of Human Life." It's like A Beginner's Guide to the Black Arts.
Which doesn't mean that Skeletonwitch is jokey. The 12 songs that comprise their third full-length are serious as Anton LaVey's eyebrows, endless white-hot combinations of thrash recklessness, punk rock fury and the moribund misery of black metal. There's no snark, no winking and, thank god, no irony, just a dozen blazing hellraisers that bridge the bleak abyss between hardcore and heathenism. It also seems to run, in spirit, exactly counter to its predecessor: if Beyond the Permafrost was all icy Nordic paganism, Fire is heated hatred from the bowels of Ohio. Vocalist Chance Garnett sings like someone cut out his larynx with a penknife: there's no tone, just gargle, a sickening series of belches and yawps as pitch-black as charred bones. It's barely there at all on "Blinding… read more »