Release Date: Nov 5, 2021
Record label: Run for Cover Records
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Speaking of, loss is a major theme of the band's catalogue: loss of emotion, of will, of empathy, of belief. Indeed, a sense of nihilistic disconnection--from society, or even from reality--winds through the band's lyrics. "The darkest corners of the mind aren't as filthy as the outside" (from the vicious Suffering is a Gift EP) and "This burden of living never seems to end" (from Alone) could both act as a thesis statement for PoG.
Metallic hardcore created "crossover," but how to brand a DIY liquefaction of black metal, proto-metal, death metal, grindcore, and post-industrial noise? "I just say punk," Matt King schooled the Chronicle back in January. "To me, punk is complete freedom." Slam-dunking another red-letter year of new millennial conflagration – disintegration – Christfucker succeeds Portrayal of Guilt's first 2021 full-length, We Are Always Alone, by stripping back, distressing up, and utlimately battening the fuck down. Gone is the abject screamo of 2018 bow Let Pain Be Your Guide and ambient exsanguinations of Christfucker's predecessor.
Previous Portrayal of Guilt album titles contained words like "pain," "suffering," and "alone." Not this one, which slaps together the poles of holy and profane into something a rebellious middle schooler might carve into a desk. Christfucker doesn't wholly abandon the band's preferred subject matter, but as its title suggests, the agony depicted within is more campy than bleak. The music, uglier and more reliant on brute force than the rest of Portrayal of Guilt's discography, follows suit.
we are portrayal of guilt and we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff Portrayal of Guilt are one of the bands of the moment; they're pranging out small pockets of the internet with in-your-face blackened hardcore that will make sense even to people who have no idea what blackened hardcore is. They're in association with kool bands like Chat Pile, and you have definitely heard of them and know the following: their debut Let Pain Be Your Guide was a genuinely exhilarating blur of volatile energy, and while this year's follow-up We Are Always Alone didn't pack quite the same intensity, its efforts to turn the lights even further down and expand the band's songwriting towards more atmospheric [read: creepy black metal] ends were certainly respectable. So far, so good-bordering-on-great, but hold the phone one moment (Mr.
Photo by Addrian Jafaritabar CHRISTFUCKER by portrayal of guilt Let's get the obvious out of the way: Christfucker is a colossally stupid name for a record. Not because of any inherent offense — it's too puerile to be cutting or in any way critically cogent. And really, that sort of attempt at verbal provocation last had compelling vitality back in the 1980s, when the Feederz were being a whole lot more repellant about it, and the PMRC was priggishly screeching about Judas Priest records.
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