Climb Into Ourselves Again – Mike Scheidt of YOB Talks Doom


enslaved yob tour

 

In Part II of our interview with Mike Scheidt of YOB, we talked about the popularity of the band and the wider acceptance of Doom Metal as whole the last few years. Although he refused to take credit for it, YOB’s killer albums have certainly been part of the equation. At the same time Mike remains grounded and remembers where he came from when the band played to empty clubs and heard crickets. Check out the piece below and make sure to catch the band on tour with Enslaved this spring.

We are equal parts stoked, perplexed and surprised, so that is good. Part of it for us is longevity. We’ve been around and been around long enough to have seen it go from 50 people at a show to 500. The climate has changed and we have played big shows and things we certainly never set out to do. It has grown as we have grown. And we have also tried to focus and keep our heads down too, and focus on the music and why it is we love music, and love to play the music we love. I think metal in general has come more on the worldwide radar as art, as opposed to just deviant, meat-headed music as it did 20 years ago. Now it is being taken seriously much more so than before. We’ve worked hard to become a better, stronger band. I also think some of it has nothing to do with us. We’ve never tried to be an ambitions band, trying to get out there. We play Doom Metal. For a large part of our history, nobody really cared. Now that people do, we can’t really take credit for that. There are so many bands putting records out there.”

When a bunch of critics and writers agree that they like our record, it’s totally an honor and humbling. It’s an interesting change. It’s taken a little running and getting used to. Those things come and go too. We acknowledge it. We are grateful for it. We keep working on, work on the music, the live performance. We just keep on keeping on.”

We had no expectations to begin with. We are honored to share the stage with some of our heroes. The thing about a Doom metal show in the year 2000 was nobody was there by accident. Everybody knew what they were getting into. Those 50 people that we were there knew what they were getting into. Whether it’s a trend or not, time will tell how that will unfold. We’ve been doing it for so long now. I don’t see us deviating from that anytime soon.”

 

NR090_YOB-ClearingThePathtoAscend

 

 

As a closing point, Mike made a profound comparison to the biggest bands of yesterday, and the line between critical praise and the commercialism of the mainstream today:

Even 25 years ago, the metal bands that were big were fantastic. Really big. Iron Maiden. Judas Priest. Slayer. Motorhead. These bands are incredibly wealthy and they are all still good. And the fans haven’t abandoned them. Getting mainstream success today doesn’t mean the same thing today as it did for those bands. It’s a completely different world and completely different musical climate.”

 

 

WORDS BY KEITH CHACHKES


Red Fang Book Australian and New Zealand Dates In May


red fang australian tour 2015

Red Fang has announced a string of upcoming Australian and New Zealand dates in May. This follows their European run in April, and return for European festivals this summer.

They are still supporting Whales and Leeches, which was produced by Chris Funk (Decemberists) and mixed by Vance Powell (White Stripes, Raconteurs, Kings of Leon). Featuring such guests as Mike Scheidt (YOB) and Pall Jenkins (The Black Heart Procession), Whales and Leeches propels Red Fang into the upper stratosphere of the heavy rock and metal elite. The album can be streamed in full via their official Bandcamp page here.

Stream their latest animated video for “Crows In Swine,” directed by Adam Avilla, here.

Apr 21: L’EPICERIE MODERNE – Feyzin (FR)
Apr 22: L’Autre Canal – Nancy (FR)
Apr 23: Grand Mix Tourcoing (FR)
Apr 24: Desertfest – London (UK)
Apr 25: Desertfest – Berlin (DE)
Apr 26: Alibi – Wroclaw (PL)
Apr 27: Fabryka – Krakow (PL)
Apr 29: Zal Ozhidaniya – Saint Petersburg (RU)
Apr 30: Volta Moscow – Russian Federation
May 07: Rosemount – Perth Wa (AUS)
May 08: Fowlers Live – Adelaide (AUS)
May 09: The Barwin Club – Geelong (AUS)
May 10: Cherry Rock 015 – Melbourne (AUS)
May 12: Crowbar – Brisbane (AUS)
May 13: Crowbar – Brisbane (AUS)
May 14: The Manning Bar – Sydney (AUS)
May 15: The Prince Bandroom – St. Kilda (AUS)
May 16: Kings Arm – Newton (NZ)
May 17: San Francisco Bath House – Te Aro (NZ)
Jun 06: FortaRock 2015 (w/ Epica Nymegen) (NL)
Jun 18: Copenhell 2015 – Copenhagen (DK)
Jun 19: Azkena Rock Festival ARF 2015 – Bilbao (ES)
Jun 26: Provinssi Festival – Seinajoki (FI)
Jul 03: Mighty Sounds Festival – Tabor (CZ)
Jul 04: Vainstream Rockfest – Münster (DE)


Yob – Pallbearer – Ghold: Live at The Roadhouse, Manchester, UK


 05-09-2014-Yob-Pallbearer-Ghold

The Roadhouse is terribly small. And dark, much to our snapper’s consternation. Suitably subterranean then for the evil rumblings of London’s Ghold, an unassuming looking duo of bass and drums until part-time guitarist Oliver Martinez began to create stunning atmospheres halfway into their set. They surprised and seriously impressed by producing a captivating set of unholy sludge doom, the power of which would have given Conan a real run for their money.

 Yob (13)

The allure of doom’s new boundary breakers subsequently created a struggle for room. Brett Campbell‘s Godflesh shirt belied the soft edges Pallbearer portray on record, but their pulverising power was unmistakable from the opening strands of World’s Apart, the opening track from their recent and magnificent Foundations Of Burden (Profound Lore) album. Guitarist Devin Holt was the archetypal rhythm master, throwing shapes with grave abandon, whilst Campbell’s leads soared and punctured holes in the ceiling. A nod to drummer Mark Lierly induced the swell of noise that is first album highlight Devoid Of Redemption: a cymbal puncturing the purr of Zeus’ cat, that slow juggernaut of a riff catching a groove from Lierly’s brutal yet studious pounding. Campbell’s voice was a chiming bell, hitting notes full of melody and pathos, whilst bassist Joseph Rowland punched the air during the huge coda of Foreigner, showing both the relief and the euphoria of a defining moment. The crowd adored this brave, unfettered quartet who believe in every note they play and who were only slightly thrown by a venue protesting against the sheer weight of their sound. This was something special.

 Yob (15)

As was the performance from tonight’s headliners, the revered YOB: a pulsating, fulminating mass of energy, the enigma that is Mike Scheidt‘s voice soaring then slicing through a now-hammered venue. The full playing of latest album Clearing the Path to Ascend exploded forth with the maelstrom of clear sound and thundering bass that was In Our Blood, Scheidt bounding to his mic like a mugger, whilst he and bassist Aaron Rieseberg bucked with every twist of the crater-creating riffs. The sonic violence of Nothing to Win was greeted with joy, Rieseberg’s ferocious bass peddling belying his peaceful demeanour, Travis Foster’s drumming as phenomenal to witness as to hear on the album version. New classic Marrow concluded the evening, and was possibly the most subliminal and emotional twenty minutes of a gig I’ve ever experienced. In two-tone espadrilles and a purple leather waistcoat, the prince of doom led his bare-chested sticksman and spacey, body-shuddering bassist to a mellow yet wondrously heavy glory: at times a caressing savagery, others a cosmic beauty, the whole moving more than this old hack to tears.

 

The aftermath was a bewildered delight, people hugging the band or sitting on the stage fringes shaking their heads in awe-struck wonder. This most glorious of nights was a privilege, an epiphany, which a bigger venue would have enhanced but possibly robbed of its intensity and warmth, and will forever be fondly remembered by the fortunate souls who witnessed it.

[slideshow_deploy id=’8992′]

 

 

YOB on Facebook

Pallbearer on Facebook

Ghold on Facebook

 

 

WORDS: PAUL QUINN

PHOTOS: LUKE DENHAM PHOTOGRAPHY


Yob – Clearing the Path to Ascend


coverFINAL

Those who feel that the grand, experimental The Great Cessation was bloated and overlong, or that the fantastic follow-up Atma was a little too commercial, have not truly embraced the second coming of Eugene, Oregon low-end trio Yob. They are, of course, still revered by large swathes of that fraternity and, as a result, this first album in three years seems like it’s been a long time coming.

Atma was all muscle and power; like Leviathan-era Mastodon on zopiclone, with Mike Scheidt‘s remarkable vocals at times a falsetto evoking an angry Geddy Lee, at others Brett Hinds incarnate. Clearing the Path to Ascend (Neurot) begins by showing a return to the inventive aspects of …Cessation as opener ‘In Our Blood’ sets out with a gently repetitive chord, the mellifluous tones soon riding a colossal riff moving with the speed of a tortoise, augmented by harsh vocals. A brief lull broken by an explosion of noise returns to the crawling weight, from which the track builds to a crescendo aided by an undercurrent of lead running a length of steel through it.

The brutality continues with the ensuing ‘Nothing to Win’, a faster, rolling rhythm with cavernous, semi-tribal drums down in the mix, the power of the shimmering riff almost sickening. Scheidt’s vocal is phenomenal, veering from the roar of a deranged gorilla to screamed choruses, via passages of spat malevolence; while Travis Foster keeps up a sensational pace through the first seven minutes before dictating an eerie, somewhat aboriginal comedown in a remarkable show of drumming.

‘Unmask the Spectre’, with its whispered vocal and subtle guitar initially offers stark contrast before the unstoppable creeping juggernaut crashes in once more, Scheidt’s evil roar reminiscent of Bastard of the SkiesMatt Richardson. The tide is stemmed occasionally by those softer interludes, the voice hushed but frantically straining to be let loose, before returning to that slow, deliberate pounding. A throaty blues lead is employed here giving a mournful edge around the halfway point and breathing real emotion into a track which throbs and glides, briefly deliberating too long before closing in a euphoric crash of snail-like rhythm and spacey atmospherics.

Epic closer ‘Marrow’ sees a reappearance of that post-style jangle, before a laconic powerhouse of a riff leads that high vocal on a psychedelic crush through the cosmos. When the moving keys and a voice so deep it’s almost inaudible bring the track down it introduces a passage of real beauty, affecting leads dragging a titanic, howling riff and some real passion from Scheidt as the swell gradually builds to the desolate coda of what is essentially a prog-doom ballad, and arguably the band’s finest moment.

All four tracks far exceed the ten-minute mark yet, unlike …Cessation’s occasionally meandering nature, none here exceed their welcome. Combining the best aspects of the band’s aforementioned last albums this is a perfect blend of weight, hostility, melody and ecstasy, and will need many plays to yield its full array of splendour.

 9.0/10.0

 

Yob on Facebook

 

PAUL QUINN