In colonial times, we fought for our right to own - and whip - slaves

If you can't manage to see the tongue-so-firmly-in-cheek-it's-practically-ripping-a-hole nature of this album, then you either haven't heard it or are entirely unfamiliar with the likes Anal Cunt or GWAR or with, really, the entire notion of parody in heavy music.

Slave Whipping Blasphemy is the supposed duo of Sir Reginald and Seamus DeVille, allegedly both full-fledged members of the KKK and having appropriately grim, blurry band pictures in full attire. Hailing from the deepest recesses of Texas and kicking out some completely twisted, but actually really fucking good black metal, SWB have gotten a fair share of internet flak for their racist themes, unsurprisingly. But godfuckingdammit, if you can't see the inherit humour of a KKK-led black metal band, or song titles like "The Kall of the Kvlt Klux Klan" then the entire internet must be a large, scary, terrible place.

What separates this from most parody-metal is that this music is actually sort of good. I only say "sort of" because I am kind of hesitant to admit it, because this is actually a wickedly solid 20 minutes of lo-fi blasturbation. "Nigger Anthem Massacre" serves as well as any black metal intro in terms of setting the atmosphere - in this case, the colonial south - and each of the 8 following tracks is legitimately memorable and distince, which is much more than can be said about many a modern metal album. Take, for instance, the eerie bellows in "Uncle Tom's Cabin in Flames" of slaaaaaaa-aaave whipping blaaaasphemy, slaaaaaa-aaave whipping BLACK METAL which is ridiculous on paper but awesome on record, so I guess your enjoyment of it will be based entirely on your frame of mind. "Abraham Lincoln, I Fucking Hate You" is a comedy classic, and faux-grim black metal satire abounds in almost every track (such as having your slaves plow your fields UNDER THE FREEZING MOON).

Physical release was limited to 10 copies because it was so fucking kvlt.



Slave Whipping Blasphemy - A Kall To Whips

Now, the real question is: are you going to leave your Last.fm scrobbler on while you listen to this?