Basement Rage Studio Archive

Radiation Sickness

There’s absolutely no denying how sincere and powerful the underground extreme music scene was in the late-80’s. One only had to bear witness to the bands living it, and giving it a fucking name, to understand this concept. At that time, Indianapolis, Indiana would become the birthplace of a handful of true, thrashing soldiers to [&hellip

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Late August – Not For Human Consumption

“If you’re going to do something, do it well…and leave something witchy.” – Charles Manson The first thermonuclear bomb test unleashed the same amount of deadly energy and devastation as approximately ten million tons of TNT. With that kind of force, it’s pretty much a given that someone’s ass is going to be handed to [&hellip

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Iron Bob Fouts

In the vast world of extreme music, there are those individuals that seem to leave no stone unturned when it comes to keeping themselves (and the fans) super-busy. Having held duty in the ranks of countless bands including Nachtmystium, The Gates Of Slumber, and most recently, Apostle of Solitude, it could be said that Iron [&hellip

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Late August

Fairly new to the scene, Indianapolis sludge/grind duo, Late August, have stormed the gates with both barrels blazing. Having already shared the stage with the likes of Sourvein and Coffinworm among others, cousins Daniel and Scott Wilson have quickly began carving the Late August name into the extreme music history books. With their debut full-length [&hellip

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Thorr-Axe – Wall of Spears

“To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women…” – Conan, when asked what is best in life by the Mongol general. It’s probably a pretty safe assumption that most doom-oriented bands throughout the vast history of heavy music could somehow claim some sort of appreciation, if [&hellip

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Bulletwolf – As Fast As My Hometown

Ripping down strips of Indiana blacktop with a “no cop-no stop” mentality and the pedal pressed firmly to the floorboard, burning octane and rubber like both were going out of style, fast-lane rock n’ roll devastation erupting full-volume from the stereo speakers and quaking you to your very core as the moonlight and night wind [&hellip

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