SATAN MADE ME DO IT is a monthly metal show on Rádio Quântica (www.radioquantica.com) conjured in the fiery chasms of hell for a single purpose: to inflict as much pain and pleasure as sonically possible.
Man, oh man. What a rough labor. This episode should have been released this past Friday, but one of us was just sorta melting and oozing away thanks to food poisoning. It’s a big cause of death in India, we were told. Anyway, you can already imagine why this month’s episode is called Hot Mess… Haha enjoy that mental image.
Of course the original intention was a very different one. That’s why there’s a Lemmy tattoo on the cover there. One of us was graced with it shortly after his passing.
We are just gonna let the music speak for itself. There’s no need to, yet again, enunciate Lemmy’s merits and contributions.
There are a lot of special things about vinyl (and cassettes!). One of the most exceptional ones was (is?) the fact that it very usually influenced how the albums were actually put together. Burzum is one of the metal bands that, to our knowledge, put the format to better use in the early 90s, resorting frequently to electronic pieces inspired by Klaus Schulze and the like to play around with the listener’s expectations. How the first side ended and the second began was actually a factor carefully considered by many acts. That effect is, of course, lost with CDs and digital music.
This episode too feels like it has two sides. The first half of the episode is fundamentally different from the second one and yet there are many similarities that can be established. The most prevalent one is that every track chosen was written and performed by bands from Japan.
The title “Great Demon God” and episode picture both reference the Japanese kaijū Daimajin.
To hell with 2015! The 80s are what it’s all about and this is our ultimate love letter to all you deathrash maniacs. The worship begins with the very cover picture. It’s a snap from 1982’s horror nasty “The Slayer”, the movie that inspired Jon Kristiansen to name the greatest underground metal fanzine of all time Slayer Mag.
This one goes out to him.
We wanted to start the New Year in style with the rawest and most brutal sounds we could possibly unearth. To our knowledge there’s nothing quite like 84-87 metal so we summoned your total death right from that most unholy period. For the most part. There’s a lot of demo quality stuff here and if you don’t like that you can just FOAD.
SATAN MADE ME DO IT wishes all you open minded thrashers a damn good year. We can only hope to contribute some of that good through our continued assaults. Do play it loud. It’s not just a catchphrase, you know? It’s common sense.
There, we said it. There’s even a little clubbing thing going around. EBM stuff. Noise rock. Yeah, we can almost hear you: these guys are selling out! What about the “no plastic, no triggers” statement stuff? Yeah, we’re selling out. We don’t have anything to sell, or anyone to sell it to, but nevertheless we’re selling it. Because this is the way of the new world we’re living in, and selling out is the new keeping it real. And you will buy it.
You may be shocked. And you should be. Because this little baby is a real monster. The way we did it was simple. We were flying to Madrid, listening to “Metal on Metal”. Not the Anvil song. The one by Kraftwerk. Boring flight, nothing to do… And we wondered: what would happen if we started the next episode with this great song?
That’s how this is gonna roll. Kraftwerk will start playing within your ears. It will sound strange and perverted. And then something fucked up and evil will happen. And then… you’re just going to have to listen to it, won’t you? We can just promise you: in the end, everything will make sense, and you will just hit replay.
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!