In the short time since the band’s inception, Indianapolis black grind monstrosity, Black Goat of the Woods, have carved their own festering mark into the face of the extreme underground. Their absolutely crushing self-titled EP is proof positive that these five guys mean unholy business. And business is good, apparently! Having already shared the stage
All throughout 2012, there were countless members of the human population anticipating (i.e. fearing) what so many have apparently misinterpreted as the official date that our miserable world somehow get flushed right down the proverbial toilet. Yes, that much publicized calendar created by that much extinct Mayan civilization had the more gullible portion of Earth’s
Official OCP Public Relations Memo, RE: crime rate increase Greetings once again, people of Old Detroit! It’s your old pal, Dick, here! As we all know, a lot has changed since the old man and that asshole, Bob Morton, left us. I know for many of you it’s been hard to deal with such a
It’s been a little over a year since Forbidden Magazine’s last interaction with Ft. Wayne, Indiana’s black metal outfit, Ptahil. Here, the band’s drummer, J. Mhághnuís, responds graciously via video…shedding some light on the upcoming release, rat-biting fans, and more!
“Basically, I hate conformity. I hate people telling me what to do. It makes me want to smash things. So-called normal behavior patterns make me so bored, I could throw up!” – Wendy O. Williams Whoever said anything in the world of legitimate punk rock was supposed to be safe or friendly missed the point
If you ask me, split releases are a goddamned treasure. They’re a formidable commodity. They are something that should surely get Max far in a place like Bartertown. What I’m getting at here is that there’s not only the obvious benefit of acquiring new music by a band that you are already well aware and
Official OCP Public Relations Memo “Haha! The wreckin’ crew is here! Where is that metallic mother?” – the late J.P. Cox (R.I.P.) Hello, people of Old Detroit…Dick Jones here. I guess you’re all on your knees right about now…begging for your lives. Pathetic. You don’t feel so cocky now do ya? Bob Morton offered to pay
In the disgustingly unending quest for all-that-is-technologically-superior in life, today’s general human population tends to steer away from the cassette tapes when it comes to music. “Tapes are a dead format.”, they’ll say. Often, the suggestion of downloading can be heard muttered in conversation or read in an internet post by some oblivious kid who
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
