13 days to go for the Spasmo Fest crowdfunding

I know, I know—there hasn’t been much disclosed about the upcoming Spasmo Fest 4, which is happening in San Cesario sul Panaro, Modena (Italy), on December 14th. But I’m finally ready to reveal a few juicy details!

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Get ready for two electrifying live shows, a chilling display of gruesome cinema props, hours of thrilling short horror films, and a custom-designed menu featuring delectable bites paired with refreshing craft beers. Can you really ask for more if underground horror is your jam?

Stay tuned, because I’ll be sharing more info in the next few days—but here’s a reminder: we’re less than two weeks away from the crowdfunding deadline, and your support could make a world of difference in making this event truly spectacular. The show will go on regardless, but every bit helps make it unforgettable.

Let’s make Spasmo Fest 4 an event for the ages—we’re counting on you!

SPASMO FEST needs you!

Spasmo Fest 4 - Independent Horror Film Festival

Italy might not be the best vacation spot in December, but if you find yourself in Northern Italy and are craving a dose of spine-chilling terror, Spasmo Fest is an independent horror film festival that has got you covered. Join us on December 14th in San Cesario sul Panaro, Modena, for an unforgettable and twisted experience of independent horror cinema that will gnaw at your sanity!

Spasmo Fest is all about celebrating the grotesque, the extreme, and the gloriously underground. Featuring horror films from across the globe—no limits on budget, no limits on year of production, and absolutely no limits on gore—this is the place for true fans of the genre. Expect the unexpected: rare screenings, visceral thrills, monstrous surprises, special guests, and an environment fueled by raw, blood-curdling passion for horror.

This year, we’re also adding even more madness: live artistic performances drenched in visceral horror and concerts by underground bands that share our love for the macabre, the twisted, and the nightmarish. Expect crimson-soaked theatrics, bone-rattling screams, and a frenzy of sights and sounds straight out of your darkest dreams.

We need your support to make this edition of Spasmo Fest an unholy reality! Merchandise, licenses, venue costs, feeding the ghouls (our guests), and more—every contribution helps keep the nightmare alive. Visit our crowdfunding page to learn more and become a part of the carnage: Crowdfunding Page for Spasmo Fest.

Follow us into HELL!

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The shadows are gathering, and we’re calling out to all twisted souls—stay tuned for updates and follow us on our socials for exclusive previews, disturbing content, and behind-the-scenes glimpses of the horrors to come:

Let’s make this December a season of blood, screams, and unrelenting nightmares!

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Anatomia - Ossuary gig in Bologna, October 2024 @ Freakout Club

Anatomia / Ossuary concert in Bologna

To seldomly leave the comfortable four walls in order to attend a gig is still something I am extremely reticent to do, albeit there are indeed perfect storms that unerringly manage to lift my heavy ass from the couch. And to have Anatomia, which is my favorite current Death Metal band playing half an hour from home, with free ticket and trip, well, who am I to challenge the gods of Death?

Ossuary

I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen Ossuary live before. I’ve definitely listened to a few tracks online, but as far as I can recall, it wasn’t an experience that left a lasting impression. When I entered the venue, the band had just started playing, and I grumbled a bit, overhearing some not-so-impressive screams over equally not-so-memorable music. However, once I settled in the back with a cold beer in hand, I have to admit, the overall experience wasn’t actually that bad.

Their intentions are honest and clear, and in line with their name: to recreate obsessive deathly chants, with an otherworldly, croaking voice drenched in reverb, layered over a cyclical and relentless backdrop typical of many Death/Doom approaches from recent years. On that level, the band works well, in my opinion. The vocalist truly seems possessed by some form of otherworldly force, and the thick layer of reverb they add to the dead’s agonized screams blends the sonic experience into an interesting package that, while not stylistically, reminds me of something like Tryptikon trapped in a never-ending maze of mirrors.

As a near-death experience, these Ossuary aren’t bad at all. Their only real problem is that there’s nothing riff-wise that sticks in your head, not a single moment when you could touch the beyond. This is only made worse by the fact that they’re touring with perhaps one of the very few bands that never miss a single great riff. While Ossuary doesn’t have it, the band coming up next certainly does. And boy, do they have it

Anatomia

I might be biased when talking about this band because I have been respectfully obsessive about their works. A few might remember that they formed in a time when we did not have Autopsy and nobody really stood, apart from a couple of attempts on Razorback, to take the crown of the dead from the podium of the best Death Metal band around. Death Metal as in “ultimate form of extreme horror music”, I mean. The Death Metal that grabs you by the throat and licks your face with a rotting tongue.

Honestly, my grasp of the language is not solid enough to describe how Anatomia represents in my opinion the perfect embodyment of this genre, at the moment. Even thinking of an Autopsy-minus-Abscess formula doesn’t do complete justice because they have trascended that some time ago alrady. They just sit and drag you in a red and black japanese hell of grotesque deamons with bulging eyes, tearing flesh in endless SLOW agony. You don’t hear a band when you see them live, you experience a slow drag into a netherworld of pain. I don’t need words here, just listen to any tracks by this band, like this one that was on the split 7″ i released on my label in 2017, and hear how it is to have it, what you can do when you find the perfect formula.

I’m not sure if the choice of bands was intentional, but thinking about it on the way back, for once, I could see some sort of design of things. If the first band was the revelation of otherworldly horror, with Anatomia we reached the second act, where you’re taken straight into the depths of hell.

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An unfiltered good night of beer and music

I’m not particularly eager to write these days, but I’ve promised myself to regularly update my blog (no, I won’t say when). If more than twenty-four hours pass, I tend to forget what I wanted to say, so I might as well post right away. Hence, here’s your black metal concert review. You don’t get this many after all-

I was mentioning that it’s been a while since I went out just to enjoy a beer that wasn’t work-related, taking a break from the immense pile of troubles accumulating day by day.

Also, Nuclear Abominations has been a part of my life for almost thirty years but was never really a personal outlet. It represents, more than myself, the part of me that back in 1995 wanted to express something without writing for other publications. I loved that level of bold, unrestrained intimacy so much that I continued to consider myself an active writer, even during months when I wrote nothing. Once a writer, forever a writer. There were times, especially in the early 2000s, when I wrote daily. These days, I find it increasingly difficult to write about music as it seems everything has already been discussed somewhere on social media or a well-organized website in some remote part of social medias. I now treat music as a personal matter, something to discuss with friends or occasionally mention here in these pages. But above all, this fanzine or blogzine, whatever you prefer to call it, showcases a specific persona that isn’t always consistent with my other selves. Nuclear Abominations is the identity I adopt when discussing these topics, and I enjoy using its voice. That said, I still like to write when I get the proper motivation, and this unexpected plunge into the local undergound “scene” somehow stirred something, deep inside of my tiny roid rage brain.

To be clear, sometimes, I don’t even agree with what I write.

Be it War or Death or Black Metal concert review

About last night, I went out to drink some beers and see what’s happening in places where people talk about what used to be underground music—though it hasn’t been underground for at least twenty years, fairly speaking. There was this very young band of guys who are passionate about the genre I call Black Metal, which the rest of the world has perhaps mistakenly lumped in with themes of “War” or “Death” Metal. The evening was Black Metal themed, and although other bands played, I honestly forgot about them after about 60 seconds of listening.

But this band, IGNOBLETH stood out. They are genuinely talented, and my praise extends beyond just stylistic or aesthetic coherence. They show real passion and commitment to the music they create. They talk about music with enthusiasm and ignore the typical social dynamics, much like I did at their age, outliers in a world obsessed with politeness and mutual flattery.

Musically, their influences, including bands like ARCHGOAT, are evident, but they blend their music into an 80% grinding slow mid-tempo with occasional faster blasts making up the remaining 19%. Thankfully, within that last 1%, there is IT, that spark of otherowrldliness streaming from the inside, and I really enjoyed the way that kind of social unease takes the form of horns, chains and rotting corpsepaint. Sporadic incursions of Nordic harmonies sometimes poke in a controlled manner, not enough to lead us onto dangerously slippery shores. They also slow down, ut in a scary DISEMBOWELMENT way, not spleen-infused doom . I think the gem is still rather unrefined and I really hope it stays this way, in a world of controlled bonfires, be the burning nursery.

Midjourney renditions of Voivod and Carnivore (and special guest)

I decided to join the Midjourney crowd by using lines from Thermonuclear Warrior and Korgull the Exterminator as baselines. Here’s the result.

Thermonuclear Warrior

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And for some reason I always associated the Tapping The Vein blue barbarian gunman with this song, so here’s the result.

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Korgull the Exterminator

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Gatekeeping is shit

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On a superficial reading, the last post might seem like an ode to gatekeeping: “let’s keep our passions among ourselves,” in short. It wasn’t. It was an ode to the pursuit of the spirit of things and an invitation to eschew everything that is proposed by the masses. It was an invitation to search for the magic that was inherent in the activities we love and that united generations dispersed around the world before they became public knowledge. It is not about hiding, but placing, contextualizing and not watering down.

Those who know me know that I have no interest in hiding anything of what little I know and have collected. If that were the case, I wouldn’t even be writing in this blogzine. If someone shows enthusiasm for something on which I believe I have some expertise I am pleased to help swell the ranks of this legion. As I daily discover new things that interest me and thank the disseminators for sharing their knowledge. I am getting interested in cocktails and historical fonts right now, to say, and it is wonderful that there are thousands of more or less technical or informative papers on these topics.

The sick gatekeeping is that of insecure people who think that having bought a Sepultura CD in 1996 grants them some form of authority in the genre. These are people who have always been in the shadow of those who were really active and have suddenly found themselves with a lot less hair (I would say by the way that I am not wrong if I assume they are 100% male) and 25 years of militancy in the genre that for some reason should qualify them as veterans (“tell me three song names of the band you have on your T-shirt”) which they are NOT. They are not even now that they have jobs, a few hundred CDs and can browse Discogs from their smartphones, let alone back in the day. They were lucky that in 1993-1994 when the Black Metal phenomenon exploded and most of the extreme metal bands were under 30, the gatekeepers back in the day were still lost in Hard Rock, because if they weren’t, recruit training course bullying would have passed them by too.

I genuinely don’t conceive stupid gatekeeping, it doesn’t really emphasize anybody. Making people think you were tapetrading when you know full well it wasn’t true (and how many I hear today who betray themselves in the details-“a scovà gli infami’ so na spada”, cit.) I can even understand if you can’t find recognition as an old man, but leveraging the younger generation to inflate your ego, that doesn’t serve shit.

At the end of the day, those who do this kind of operation are driven by the frustration of not being in their twenties anymore, of seeing new generations (and a lot of pussy NONE of us had foreseen) enjoy endless technologies and availability of documentation, and in the past few years even several essays on the subject that help to bring razor-level clarity to the most minute details of any corner of the underground. Masking all this with a spirit of altruism is just an exercise in style. If you didn’t do your homework when you were supposed to, you’ve missed the train, and no 5-figure collection will make up for the fact that even today you have nothing to say. The world is progressing, technologies are expanding, and even extreme metal has come to the crossroads of interdisciplinarity just as has happened in so many other disciplines. If one knows how to adapt, the challenges of the new era can expand what has been before on fronts never imagined.

There are, indeed, big problems inherent in the new model, in my view primarily that perverse and demented desire to insert moral and progressive lessons inside of everything, but the opportunities that open up are immense and exciting. Fortunately, music remains an intimate concept of personal enjoyment; no fad can really undermine it at its root.

On abundance and scarcity

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I was sweeping the floor this morning, picking up the hair of three giant dogs and one fluffy cat reflecting of the state of misery in which we live or will live. Same old middle-aged talk in short. Between passages I caught myself thinking how fertile the soil of necessity really is, in short, scarcity of means at first sends you into crisis mode, but it is when you are starving that your metabolism speeds up and your body becomes much more effective in fundamental needs. Boxing grass does not grow in the garden of the wealthy, they say. Coming out of the dichotomy misery = ugly, abundance = beautiful the new perspective reveals that even absolute deprivation actually hides unthinkable opportunities. The ecosystem of even the most barren desert under a microscope reveals a multitude of organisms capable of coping with extreme temperatures and lifestyles. To the keen eye, billions of bacteria are hard at work. Reptiles, insects, fungi live and multiply in the environment.

Then, when you adapt to an emergency mentality, after a while even the idea of abundance begins to change and that sandwich full of sausages and onions makes you crave it in a completely different way. You no longer want to shove it in your stomach, you want to taste it slowly and get a good feel for the flavor of the mince and spices. Then you are surprised by a thought you never imagined. That maybe you don’t even need to eat it all anymore and maybe half of it you can even give to a friend, or others who are hungry.

Living “without” then leads you to stop looking at the “with” with the same eyes.

This applies to everything from personal relationships, to financial stability, to music and entertainment. It is the evolution of yesterday’s discourse, that gonzo way of shelling out by accumulating and showing off that has become typical of our genre can only be the result of a bulimia now out of control, a victim of the clusterfuck mashup that occurred with the advent of the Internet.

It is, as always, grognard talk, which I am, but I still think it’s time to go back underground and recreate little ecosystems within this big mass of shit a bit like it used to be done in the 80s/90s before certain genres born in the mid-90s made everyone believe that they too could have the experience of that “alternative” spark that united people from all over the world through a real passion. And let’s be clear, this applies to music, to writing, to illustration, to role-playing. Everything.

Which then, is also why even historic labels are making piss poor choices to try to pick up what they had abandoned years ago. I know them. I see. AND I JUDGE. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way, the lack of consistency creates situations that ring as false as a 3 euro coin, getting out of one’s identity may bear some fruits, but they are not the fruits of necessity, but the rotten fruits of opulence.

Selecting, believing, reflecting remain the cornerstones for the production of TRUE works both by the artist and by those who are in charge of promoting them in some way as we fanzine editors or small labels do.

Consistency only lives and bears fruit when you do things right, with attention rooted in the things that matter. A genre that is born out of a fascination with the morbid and anger, the discomfort of Man, can only live in that dimension. Use this music to show off and the result can only be crap.