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"D.T.R / R.T.D": When Black Metal Gets a Dirty Haircut and Starts Rocking Out
So, you’ve got a band that doesn’t just do black metal: it lives it, like a feral cat in a storm drain with a guitar. ÖLD BLACK’s new album, D.T.R / R.T.D, isn’t a statement. It’s a declaration written in blood, sweat, and the kind of cheap beer that leaves a stain on your shirt for days. This album will be released on September 22nd, this is the sound of black’n’roll not as a gimmick, but as a survival instinct.
After their raw, visceral EP vagabönd öf hell, the French crew (yes, they’re French ; don’t let the name fool you) didn’t go for polish. They went deeper. The riffing here is stripped to its bones: no fancy arpeggios, no pretentious solos. Just primal, chugging power chords that hit like a drunk guy elbowing you at a mosh pit. And yet… there’s groove. A dirty, defiant groove. It’s not “metal meets rock” ; it’s metal becoming rock, kicking out the jams while still spitting on the altar.
They’ve shared stages with legends like Suffocation, Necrowretch, and Coldborn, which tells you everything. These aren’t kids playing dress-up.
The production? Cracked. Gritty. Like a cassette tape left in a sweaty gym locker. No clean edges. No digital sheen. Just noise, chaos, and that sweet, greasy hum of amps pushed past breaking point. It’s not meant to be pristine, it’s meant to hurt. In the best way.
In a world where every new band claims to be “raw” and “authentic,” ÖLD BLACK actually is. Not because they say so. Because they smell like it. Because their music makes your head bang even when your brain says “no.” This isn’t music for critics. It’s for the ones who still scream into a pillow after a bad day, or dance alone in a garage with a broken amp.
So if you need something that’ll crack your skull open and then hand you a cigarette, D.T.R / R.T.D is your goddamn match.
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