You might as well go straight to the second hour. What our guest for this show accomplishes is nothing short of amazing: a black/death metal DJ set. An actual live extreme metal DJ set fresh and invigorating in a way we haven’t listened before.
This is what SATAN MADE ME DO IT is all about. We invited this confrontational visual artist from the Azores, MÁRCIO MATOS, mostly known in the Portuguese underground clubbing for being a founder and visual image creator for Príncipe Discos, hands down the most vital and refreshing dance music label in the country; and the guy behind the counter at Flur, this influential record shop in Lisbon. He’s also heading his own experimental music label, Noisendo (for which he keeps trying to hire black metal acts) and is a revered DJ playing at the clubs that matter.
What people don’t know is that, while coming from electronics and dance music, Márcio Matos is a profound adept of all things black and death metal. The rawest and most aggressive the better. That fucking shows, because he brings his taste and DJ skills and create this mind-blowing hour of screwed up music.
This all makes it even more sorrowful and frankly pitiful that the vast majority of metalheads can’t appreciate listening to metal outside of concerts (we’ll give you that, nothing beats a metal live show) or radio and dj playlists. They can’t get around their heads that maybe listening to a DJ playing metal just to find out about new stuff or listening to the same stuff in a different way is actually a good thing. Well, mates, we can’t help you except by keep doing this.
Stress just doesn’t get to us. This show happened mere days before our dj set at Santa Maria Summer Fest, in Beja, but we came prepared to deliver to goods on both fronts. On this episode, hour UNO kicked so much ass that it interfered with the very cables on the studio in Radio Quântica. Great new Mefisto track, Power Trip, Arkona, Cruel Force, just *UGH!*
It got so maddening there for a second that the damn equipment started frying our selection by the end of hour two… Sorry about that!
Metal will be the end of us and till the end we’ll proclaim: ‘tis but a scratch!
The cruelest acts can rarely be put into words. They must be left to the realms of imagination. That’s where fear comes from too. No physical manifestation of horror can ever and will ever top our ability to create empires of the gruesome. Those who say fact trumps fiction, i.e. imagination, have never really tried hard enough. After all, the kingdoms of metaphysics are far less restrictive.
Today’s episode is an attempt to spark your creativity. We made it like a drug. To hook you is the entire point. And once you’re addicted there’s no escaping it. No morals to resort to, no time to go back, no place to hide. Your mind becomes your hell; your ideas, Satan himself.
We don’t know what it is. Maybe the weather, ‘cause when the seasons change we tend to go all nuts and freestyle and shit. Last episode we caught you off-guard with some freak stuff, and now the unpredictability factor is still way high.
So don’t freak out. We start with some noise, pretty heavy stuff, we land a couple of metal punk punches on your face, and then it’s all game – there’s even some goth for our more anemic listeners. We’ll twist and turn and shake you up. But don’t worry. It’s all good and you’ll end up liking it. Maybe even ask for more. Ahah, puppets on a string, all of you.
So now you know: keep an open mind, just like little Albert. So we can fuck it up even more.
It is, excuse us, a damn fine one. But still. And it all starts with the title. Have we ever been more over the top? Doubtfully – and we were the ones coming up with an episode called “Horror Maximus”! But say it out loud: Übertragic Deathvastation. Ahhhh it just rolls off the tongue in glorious blasphemic anger (another great title now that we think of it). So what’s this about anyway? Hell, we don’t know. Those first 7 minutes are GRIM. Then it gets brutal, black&rockin, finally becoming… goofy. Does this make ANY sense? No, and that’s why it has to work.
Last time we dug graves deep in bottom of the ocean. This time we whisper our sorcery to invoke the reddest of moons. The bloodiest one we can possibly conjure. The kind of moon that rouses that which should not be. For while there’s a devastating beauty in losing yourself in thoughts and feelings under such a celestial body, do not be fooled: there’s nothing blue about this moon.
Fall to your knees and PLAY IT LOUD! Possession is at hand!
Maybe it’s the heat messing up with our brains. We’re not entirely sure. The truth is we probably cooked up the most un-summerish episode possible for the time of the year (in this part of the world, that is). There’s funeral doom, more adequate for those grim winter nights; there’s necro black metal, which reminds us of anything except a relaxing afternoon at the beach… Things get pretty ugly this time around as you can probably guess by now. We had to honor this episode’s title after all. It’s called Horror Maximus, not Horror “Minimus”!
Get you black hood on, draw some inverted pentagrams and scare the hell out of your neighbors. All in the name of good ol’ Satan!