The Blackest Breath

I had never heard of Black Breath back when their first LP, Heavy Breathing, was released back in 2010. By the time I figured out how great they were, I had missed the boat on the colored vinyl. I was not going to miss out this time around, and when I heard from Sandwell that a new album was available for pre-order through Southern Lord, I jumped on it.

Sentenced To Life isn't much of a deviation from Heavy Breathing, and that's okay with me. Black Breath keep raging with a full on Metal assault. Feast of the Damned, Forced Into Possession, Home of the Grave, Endless Corpse...damn...how Metal are those song titles??!?!

The whole thing is topped off with an amazing looking album cover that has the look and feel of the mid-80's scene. I don't know...it just really reminds me of the early Exciter records, and that's pretty cool in my book.

Red with black splatter vinyl for mailorder.

HeWhoCannotBeAged

I had a birthday this month. Normally I don't give birthdays a second thought...they come and go, and often times I have to stop and calculate how old I really am. This one was a bit different though. There was no forgetting that I was turning 40. This was a big one, and there was no avoiding it. I have an idea of what 40 looks like, and I don't think that I fit the profile. Call it a mid-life crisis, or maybe a healthy bit of denial, but I was bound and determined that by the time my birthday rolled around I was going to be in the best shape of my adult life. I doubled my gym time, doing weights in the morning and then cardio in the afternoon, and adjusted my diet to cut out some of the sugar and carbs. The end result is that I dropped 20 pounds. Fuck you forty...I'm not going down like that.

In keeping with my theme of punching 40 in the face, Rob was awesome enough to pick me up a copy of Black Breath's Heavy Breathing LP for my birthday. I had never heard of this band until I read about them on Doug's blog. He made them sound interesting, so I checked them out. Holy fucking Metal! Thrashing guitars, growled vocals, and Satan...just the kind of thing to keep this 40 year old feeling like he is 18 again.

This was my first Southern Lord piece of vinyl, and I've got to say that the packaging is very well done.