I was recently tasked with the pleasure of writing up local metal project Murder Castle. Instantly, I imagined an 8-bit NES cartridge, with a cartoon mad scientist cackling wildly, next to a Jessica Rabbit-inspired seductress, holding a dopey sleuth by the tie, with the eponymous estate looming in the background, gloomily lit by a flash of lightning. After first listening to the debut album Heretic’s Fork and then enjoying a conversation with vocalist and songwriter Bill Klopfer, my mark missed by miles. While acts like the beloved Nasty Disaster and Manowar have engaged us with a self-aware, tongue-in-cheek rendition of the absurdities of metal, that is not what’s going on here. This music is all of the evil and none of the frivolity you could take from its plainly-stated name. In Bill’s own words, “This album is about torture at its peak!”
Monthly Archives: July 2012
Sometimes a friendship or an experience is healing to the soul, and sometimes healing comes from a place. For me, that place was Bethel, Connecticut. At 30 years old, I found myself breaking off a bad relationship and imagining that I would live out the rest of my days as a spinster throwing cats at people. I needed a place of my own and saw an ad for a studio on Grassy Plain Street in Bethel. It was here that I reconnected with myself while discovering the picturesque neighborhood surrounding me. The charming New England town of Bethel, which means “house of God”, is about 60 miles from New York City and has over 18,000 residents. I’ve compiled a list of some fun things that make Bethel the greatest town on earth!
In a way, I’m comparing apples and oranges, or organic apples and papayas. Fairway – “A Market Like No Other” – is known for its organic produce, crazy cheese section and being a foodie paradise. Grade A/Shop Rite in Shippan is known for… I dunno, having a pharmacy, a Goya aisle and being the only place in Stamford where you’ll see people paying with WIC cards next to people dripping in diamonds and fur. Actually, sometimes there’s some overlap there.
Five years ago, Charles Canedo and Luis Cambero were the rhythm section for a promising 6-piece metal project out of Brooklyn. Canedo carried himself with the confidence and presentation of a frontman despite playing bass, crowded alongside two guitarists and a vocalist. Cambero flavored the straight-up thrash with progressive elements and infectious rhythm from behind his imposing kit. It would be their shared frustrations with the direction the band was going in (or lack of direction, if you were to ask them) that lead to the side project that would very quickly become their primary musical devotion.
Tired Wings was founded on the principle of enjoying the music you make. They compose whiskey-soaked, herb-smoked hard rock, slathered in a Southern sauce. Assuming sole song-writing duties and taking up vocals, guitar, and bass on their recordings, Canedo flourishes as the brains of the outfit. His natural role as frontman couldn’t have come more easily to him; he assumes the stage name Rev. Mongoose and employs a gritty vocal tone to croon about smoking and drinking and his love for rock & roll.