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.
Bad boys, good boys… they all look the same with a belly full of bagaço.
Watch us descend into the unholiest ballrooms of evil after many-a-trips to Czech Republic, Belgium, Switzerland, France, Canada, Brazil… we took one hard pounding on this show and our heads are still spinning.
Good news though: you can get pounded yourself! Care to join us?
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.
Punk and metal didn’t really saw eye to eye back in the day. Promiscuity is rarely the norm among subcultures in the beginning. Motörhead’s “Overkill” is essential if one desires to understand where Britain’s hardcore sound comes from, and NWOBHM in general owns a lot to punk, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that one group mingled a lot with the other. It says little about how scenes came and went and who belonged where.
Then came bands like Hellhammer with their primitive lo-fi black & roll/metal punk (which, truth be told, a lot of metal people hated in the 80s) and Amebix, who united the bridge separating metal and punk. Things are not this linear (they rarely are), but hopefully you get the picture.
Nowadays punks, metalheads, crusties, hard rockers, ravers and the bunch all socialize with one another. And that’s a good thing. As a result there are underground hardcore punks playing lead guitar solos more commonly associated with psychedelic (downright hippie!) rock, and headbangers with a knack for the electronic. It’s a brave new world.
This episode is once again for all you open-minded metal people. Enjoy the noise.
“Imagine some foul and putrid corpse that has lain rotting and decomposing in the grave, a jelly-like mass of liquid corruption. Imagine such a corpse a prey to flames, devoured by the fire of burning brimstone and giving off dense choking fumes of nauseous loathsome decomposition. And then imagine this sickening stench, multiplied a millionfold and a millionfold again from the millions upon millions of fetid carcasses massed together in the reeking darkness, a huge and rotting human fungus. Imagine all this, and you will have some idea of the horror of the stench of hell”.*
This episode has the stench of rotting human fungus and is dedicated to James Joyce who, we know for a fact, was the biggest Slayer fan.
PLAY IT LOUD! We’ll be back with more sonic corruption on July 22nd.
We came to this episode with no preconceived idea or particular direction discussed at the outset – except for what the first track would be. The result, we like to think, feels very much like a live set, probably more so than any other episode so far (by the way, feel free to hire us to DJ at your birthday party or wedding, christening and bar mitzvah ceremonies). Which means there is a lot of free flowing raw energy and a general sense of in-your-face metal. You can almost smell the stench of sweat and beer invading your nostrils. This is a GOOD thing! A bit more thrashy too this one. So move away the furniture at home and prepare to SLAM IT LOUD (no helicoptering or windmilling or whatever stupid kids are doing these days)!
We’ll be back with a vengeance on July 8th. Go watch your “Death Wish” DVDs and be prepared.