Clandestine Arts Recording... Fully Backed...

Carl Byers as his alter ego, the mobile recording studio known as Clandestine Arts Recording, is quickly becoming the go to recording engineer for some of Indianapolis' and surrounding cities' bands. Providing low cost but high quality mobile recording and mastering, Herr Byers wrecks mixing boards and microphones in search of a band's ultimate recorded tone. As a long time musician himself, Byers achieves formidable recording success via ever expanding knowledge of sound and equipment. Whether it's surrounding a kick drum in styrofoam padding to enhance the deep essence of the drum or trying various mic or cabinet configurations, Byers is never short of ideas on how to best capture a band's sound and aesthetic. It's the pursuit of audio worship that propels Clandestine Arts Recording forward. With an ever expanding line up of equipment, Clandestine Arts Recording is only beginning to change the face of recording in and around Indianapolis. A band can take solace when recording with Herr Byers in his ability to capture any band's inspired emanations. Feel free to contact him to set up a session at this email address: clandestinearts@gmail.com.

Here is a link to Clandestine Arts Recording's Soundcloud page with various examples of bands and songs recorded by Herr Byers. soundcloud.com/clandestine-arts.

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Ft. Wayne Hates You...

Nuclear Hellfrost hate you. They hate your music. They hate your stupid mustache. They hate your three thousand dollar guitar and your Honda Civic. They hate your swooped and slicked hundred dollar haircut. They hate the flower bed in your grandmother's garden. They hate your love of cats. They hate your ambition. They hate your daily life of routine and false hope. They hate your harmonies and melodies. They hate your two ply toilet paper. They hate your BPA free coffee cup. They hate your perfectly ripped and placed back patches. They hate your lust for cheap beer and serious conversations. They hate when the sun shines in your direction. They hate your over-consumption. They hate the stale city you call home. Fuck you.

DIY to the core, Nuclear Hellfrost hail from Ft. Wayne (Indiana) and proceed to blast your ears with a filthy brand of crusty punk infused black metal. Lower fi than most, their demo rips and seethes with hate and venom directed at anyone not in their inner circle. Total annihilation would be a positive place to start in their minds. The drums are a non-stop exercise in nuclear war via a drum kit. The guitar buzz and shred with tremolo picking and napalm solos. The vocals crack, scream, and growl from the belly of the beast. Displaying a distinct grind influence, Nuclear Hellfrost never let up or slow down. And why should they? Nuclear Hellfrost are not happy. They are not hopeful. They do not care if you like them or their music. They are anti-establishment. As a whole, the demo is quite promising and punishing. There is hate in the world, and Nuclear Hellfrost are a bestial vehicle of hate. Nihilistic and cold, they are a band bent on doing whatever they want musically. No fucks are given. Their music is not for you or about you. Just remember, Nuclear Hellfrost hate you. Fuck you.

nuclearhellfrost.bandcamp.com/album/demo-i