Revelations of Doom returns! As always, this column’s aim is to drag you deeper into the underground, below the lights and where the slime live, and introduce you to some of the most badass bands you’ve never heard. This time around we’re venturing way South of the Mason-Dixon, rolling through rebel territory and heading straight for the swamps and panhandle pathos of Gainseville, Florida. Is you ready, baby?
At this point of my uber-metal-nerd’s existence, it’s a rare event to encounter a band that I haven’t at the very least heard about before (at least on the East Coast) so I was more than a little curious when I strolled into this year’s Heart of Winter Fest in Richmond, VA and bellied up to the stage just in time to catch the second band. My first impression of Hot Graves was “Crusty, thrashy, blackened d-beat with a sassy Southern boy on the mic? Cool.” Five minutes into their set, it was looking more like Armageddon. Cranked-out bestial warlust and gleeful blasphemy were the order of the evening, as frontman Myk spewed raspy Satanic screeds over Nunslaughtering riffs and plenty of toxic sludge and bassist Hutch spent most of his time threatening to propel himself off the monitors onto a crowd of the unwashed. (more…)