Archive for November, 2013


Review: ‘Bullett Raja’ is absurd beyond belief

bullet raja-posterA hodgepodge of a film, Bullett Raja is neither a comedy nor a serious action thriller. It doesn’t give you a dose of drama, and it certainly doesn’t deliver what it promises. If you go for this movie expecting to be entertained, you’re in for a rude shock, unless your idea of entertainment is seeing for yourself how Tigmanshu Dhulia has made the first goof of his career. Jimmy Shergill and the three-four other actors who are cast in almost all of Tigmanshu Dhulia’s movies act because it’s what they have to do, because it comes to them naturally. Bullett Raja, however, stars Saif Ali Khan – a Bollywood star who’s been attempting these type of roles to create his place as one of the heroes of the masses, and Sonakshi Sinha – a fat chick who acts the exact same way in all her movies. Saif Ali Khan falls badly here. This isn’t the role he was waiting for, and he’s worse than ever at convincing you that he’s playing a character and has been horribly miscast as Raja Mishra (let’s never get into this film’s story), while Sonakshi is … fat. It’s hard to believe this is a Tigmanshu Dhulia film. Bullett Raja is by far the worst movie I have seen in a very long time, with two brain-dead composers providing songs it didn’t need. The story is so absurd that you have to watch the movie to believe it, and I certainly don’t have time to take you from one scene to another the way the plot takes you from one city to another. Save the very few funny one-liners, there is absolutely no reason to go for this film. Jimmy Shergill and the others who know how to act must be feeling incredibly stupid. Bullett Raja is a hamfest that had me chuckling; at no point can you take Tigmanshu Dhulia’s shot at mainstream success seriously.



Prayag’s Beer Review: Master Brew


Several weeks ago I received a text message from Aditya Mehta saying “Six beers want to be reviewed by you”. Today I drank the last of those six beers, and so it is that my journey with Britain’s oldest brewery comes to an end – for now. Welcome to this; the concluding chapter of my boozy chronicle, in which I do what I do best. No prizes for guessing.

master brew stubbyOur subject today is Shepherd Neame’s Master Brew – “The Local Hero” is what it says on the label.  Of the six I’ve tried, this one seems to be the least traditionally inspired of Shepherd Neame’s beers. There are no tales of war and pilgrimage, no timeworn recipes, no antiquity by virtue of which you could hand this to a fellow drinker and say “Drink it for the context, motherfucker!” Judging by Shepherd Neame’s own standards, I’m a little disappointed at the history, or lack thereof, that underscores this particular brew.

As a drink, though, Master Brew is perfectly satisfying. It’s a gorgeous thing to look at, in its light amber colouring and foamy head, which sizzles as it rises to meet the rim of your glass. The aroma contains a distinct, hoppy crispness followed by a kaleidoscopic hit of malts, bread and rich toffee. These notes follow through on the palate in the same exact order, followed by an unsuspecting dash of citrus which leaves behind a bitterness akin to the typical English ale. The aftertaste will take a while to develop, and does not go well with toothpaste the next morning.

In the final analysis, Master Brew is as straightforward an English ale as I have drunk recently. It’s not pushing any boundaries, or developing any new flavours. Still, I salute the dudes over at Shepherd Neame; if not for anything else, then for at least being able to recreate the beauty of your staple English ale. It certainly counts for something in a world ruled by Kingfisher and Corona and Budweiser and all that other mediocre crap.master brew pour


Welcoming Trooper – the Iron Maiden beer – to India

It’ll certainly be a swill.

After 10 months of waiting for Trooper, the ale brewed by Robinsons, I can’t wait another 10 days. Mainly because of my drinking problem, but also because waiting this long has killed my interest in the beer. My friend Prayag said he’ll review it for this website, so I’m not worried.

Earlier this week I sent an email to Yeast India Company asking if there was a way I could buy a couple of pints of Trooper before its launch in Mumbai on December 1. Since I haven’t got a reply this time (they did respond to my first email which I’d sent to ask for details about the launch), I suppose my request has been dishonored. Of course I don’t deserve special treatment, but I’d like it very much, especially because I’ve been a beer enthusiast faithfully visiting liquor stores all over twice a week, hunting for new imports and dutifully writing about them, but primarily because I’m a beer-loving metal maniac whose introduction to heavy metal was Iron Maiden. 17 years of loving Maiden (I was 15 then, I’m 32 now) and being a drinking man.

Possessed by metal and tormented by alcohol.

But I’m a borderline alcoholic who falls asleep in bars and has to be awoken by polite company; a man who drinks with the enthusiasm of a young lad who has just discovered the pleasures of drinking, only to black out and awaken the next morning, wondering how he was sitting in the shady bar the previous night and the next moment was awake in bed in the morning, with no recollection of what transpired in between.

Sure, I’m off alcohol, after two nights of drinking even more than my usually excessive intake (birthday celebrations, you see?), having sworn for the 847th time to never put “that disgusting stuff” back in my body. But my willpower, strong as it is, might snap sometime next week, taking me straight to a bar where I’ll spend the Saturday evening getting systematically drunk.

Less than 24 hours before metalheads, out of love for Iron Maiden and readiness to drink alcohol, will throng to that pub/lounge (I don’t remember the name, but you can find out on Facebook) in Lower Parel, armed with a bona fide reason to get wasted. Show your love for Maiden by drinking Trooper. While there’s no doubt that Bruce Dickinson’s ale’s arrival in our city is a reason to celebrate, I can’t help being reminded of Mumbai Oktoberfest.

Of course every metalhead who drinks alcohol should sit back with several bottles of Trooper – hell, I’ll make a mad dash for it if I decide it’s not worth staying sober for the whole month of December, and I’m looking forward to Prayag’s review, but my prediction is that Trooper will be just another ale, which metalheads who didn’t care about high-quality brews until now will run to drink because it’s “the Iron Maiden beer”. Go on, prove your loyalty to heavy metal by drinking a beer.

I refuse to participate in this mockery of two of my greatest loves.

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Dying Embrace fan burns the band’s t-shirt as a mark of protest

dying embrace bandHere’s what I got in the mail this morning. Somebody who used to buy all the merchandise put out by Indian doom-death metal band Dying Embrace, set his favourite t-shirt of the Bangalore band on fire. This was his way of protesting against Dying Embrace’s vocalist Vikram Bhat’s unbelievably childish behaviour, which seems to have grown since the act made its comeback three years ago. Many claim Vikram Bhat’s struggle for power in Bangalore’s underground metal scene and his high-handedness stem from insecurity and jealousy. Below the slideshow is what the sender of the email had to say.

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Hello, Aditya. Hope you had a look at the pictures, I would like you to publish them on your blog. The pictures, as you can see are of me burning the Dying Embrace t-shirt. Now, of course, if you decide to publish them, a proper justification would be expected from my side, as to why I did it and the other main question, why do I choose to keep my identity anonymous.

The post that was published on 4th Nov 2013 has created quite a stir judging from the comments and reactions. Almost all of the accusations against Vikram Bhatt/Bangalore Doom Syndicate are right. I don’t want to come across as a know-it-all but even before the post was published, I knew many of the things that have been exposed in the comment section. I’m just a person like you who takes his metal
seriously. For me and of course for almost everyone out there, metal is more than just a form of entertainment.

Keeping that in mind, when people like Vikram Bhat who are mediocre musicians, decide to wreck the future of many other bands by creating a monarchist system, it’s infuriating.

I’m not a big supporter/fan of  his band, especially after listening to the the terrible vocals in the live renditions of the songs. Buying the t-shirt of the band was a mistake, especially during the time when only a few tracks of the band were available online to be heard. When such people claim to be ‘elite’ and try inflicting this belief on each and everyone around them, I’m not the one to take it, and this is my way of saying that I have lost all respect not only for the frontman but for his band too.

Now there’s hatred, pure hatred. The way Vikram Bhat and Bangalore Doom Syndicate express their views through sharp words and actions, this is my way of giving it back to them – my actions to express my views.

If this post gets published, I’m quite sure 60% of the people will have views that’ll be against my expression and actions, 30% might be supportive and 10% won’t care and take it as entertainment. It’s alright with me, to each is own. To the lot who would actually care about this episode, I think this entire note from me is more or less enough to clear any doubts.

Now, why do I choose to keep my identity anonymous? I’ll try to be as clear as possible here: How does my face or my name even matter here, I don’t want any recognition, nor do I want to be in the line of any questions; these act is an expression of my views and thoughts and I’m not here to inflict them on others at all. You can choose to ignore them all together.

The burden of doom has been burnt.



‘Satya 2’ Movie Review

Ram Gopal Varma plays with the camera as if it were a toy and then turns it into a weapon. Satya 2 is a very exciting sequel to RGV’s cult classic, and here’s my review

satya 2 puneet singh ratnEvery Hindi film made after 1998 that is about the underworld or has any violence wants to be Satya. Ram Gopal Varma’s magnum opus left everyone who saw it breathless back then and along with RGV’s horror classic Raat and his Bollywood debut Shiva, now enjoys cult status. The director, for those who don’t know, has a vast body of work; for those who chuckle every time his name his mentioned, the man has several terrific movies to his name – a few great films in his sewer of flops. But it is Satya that is destined to forever be hailed as the maverick filmmaker’s finest among his best works. As a line from that great, great movie goes (and every line from it is pure gold), “Kabhi-kabhi keechad mein bhi phool khilta hai.”

Satya 2 doesn’t have an Anurag Kashyap and a Saurabh Shukla writing mind-blowing dialogues and the tightest script known to cinemankind. It doesn’t have amazing actors, and I won’t name one or two or five because that would be bloody injustice to the rest. You know how perfect the casting in that underworld masterpiece was.

What Ram Gopal Varma does have is unbelievable command over storytelling and a mastery of his own unique style of direction. There’s also this weird thing he does with the camera… he plays with it as if it were a toy and then he turns it into his weapon. Once you accept that Satya was a magical fluke, a spellbinding film that had everything going right for it, a cinematic accomplishment which cannot be equaled… see, it wasn’t one man’s brilliance; it was luck, deftness, talent and finesse having an orgy; it was technical wizardry and aesthetic perfection having great sex.

satya 2 movie posterSatya 2 begins the way Satya does: the narrator tells you about a man without a background whose arrival in Mumbai will change the city’s destiny by creating a new underworld. Immediately after, the movie slips into typical RGV mode with a song that has the protagonist and his ladylove singing poetic lines, giving you a sense of dread, making you wonder if the rest of the film will turn out that way. Satya’s friend Nara, a character styled after Bhiku Mhatre is pitiable because he just can’t top or even come close to Manoj Bajpai’s jaw-dropping performance. Nobody can. You understand that clearly and you think it’s okay. This Nara chap’s girlfriend Special (Aradhna Gupta) is quite sexy, unlike Satya’s, who is sugary and the sort of dumb belle only RGV would fantasize about. Once the exchange of wise-ass one-liners is over, and when the mandatory scene of camaraderie the two men and their women share is done with, Satya 2 moves ahead smoothly.

Satya too in Satya 2, played by Puneet Singh Ratn, is an RGV hero: unsmiling, not much of a talker, overconfident…  but it is this one-dimensional role which makes Satya 2 a solid watch. Puneet Singh Ratn’s intensity increases gradually, and the more he eases into his role the more powerful it becomes. The guy could do with not looking dreamy-eyed around his woman all the time, though. The lines could have been even fewer, but thankfully there aren’t too many wisecracks or attempts at being humorous; this is Ram Gopal Varma getting back in form.

There is probably nobody here that you have seen before in any of his previous movies, and even though there’s no personality that stands out, you’re glad there are none of RGV’s boorish stock characters hamming it up. The background score of Satya 2 isn’t jarring and is actually effective. You remember the ‘Govinda, Govinda’ chant from Sarkar, and ‘Sab ganda hai par dhanda hai yeh’ remained stuck in your head for a very long time after you watched Company, and here we have the main tune from Satya‘s background music along with a chant that teaches you that you will get some if you ask for it but you can have it all by snatching it. That’s another thing – the wisdom I gained from Satya is on parallel with the knowledge I received from The Satanic Bible, and Satya 2 too has its sagacity. The line which made me raise the horns at the press show: Power ki asli taaqat usse chhupake rakhne mein hai.

Ladies and gentlemen, my ass has been kicked.

Aradhana-Gupta-Satya-2Satya 2 has a lot of extracts from Satya, Company, Sarkar and even Shiva, but it is now understood that all films based on the underworld are derivatives of Satya. RGV has crafted the film brilliantly and the way he stretches its boundaries will make you sit up. Being the fanboy I am, I had tears rolling down my cheeks and the only reason I controlled myself from breaking down and sobbing like a sissy was that I didn’t want to miss even one frame of Satya 2.

Satya 2 isn’t a classic and some might say it should never have been made, and those expecting classic scene after classic scene will be underwhelmed because there isn’t even one, but I say it is a worthy sequel to Satya and is very exciting. The madness goes on and you gape unbelievably at the screen as the body-count increases, half-expecting a bullet to, without a warning or sign, hit you right between the eyes or pierce your black heart. Boys and girls, this is Ram Gopal Varma fully in control. Satya 2 is his way of setting all his wrongs right, and it is the director rectifying all his past errors, and this is him indulging himself without taking you for granted. Satya 2 is a treat from RGV, even rgv_ramgopalvarmathough he still likes to show ugly, almost disfigured gents as henchmen, and makes his actresses strike the most absurd poses and dance in the tackiest of ways.

And just when you start counting on your fingers how much of Satya the man is giving a spin to, Satya 2 takes on a life of its own. Satya made me want to own a gun. Satya 2 makes me want to buy a baseball bat. And just when you thought RGV was dying of thirst in a desert under a merciless sun, you see him wiping the sweat off his brow and walking towards you, dragging a loaded canon.


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Theory of Negation and Some More Negation


Before I begin, I would like to thank Aditya for letting me write this piece for MKK. Not many places that spew actual truth like this website does, mutual asslicking is the bane of progress and it is only through the way of realization of the cold, hard, bitter truth that excellence can be achieved.

dushyant dubeySo I’ve been around for a while, even though most MKK readers might not find me familiar, I’ve been the editor of Metalabad, a website that has been providing coverage for the Gujarat Rock scene since the past five years. Recently, I moved to Bombay to complete an internship and even more recently, I happened to attend a concert in the city.

“Grand Mammoth Festival” it was called. Although a more apt title would have been “Modest Mammoth Pub gig” but regardless of the name, the concert had some promising bands on the lineup which included the newly formed Trinergic (or did Dystopia change their name? idk), the quickly-moving-up-the-ranks Orion, Cosmic Infusion, Atmosfear and Zygnema. There were two other bands namely Fire Monx and Orcus who I shall not talk about since I wasn’t able to see them.

So I get to the venue and I take a look around, I see several familiar faces, faces belonging to the Bombay Metal scene, the oh-so-holy community that is looked up to by cities with smaller scenes such as mine. We all strive to be like Bombay some day, it’s a struggle, a dream, but it’s there. The Bombay scene and its bands are benchmarks of what we all want to be like, eventually, at some point.

I ask someone, “Has the concert begun?” to which I received an affirmative reply. I was late to the gig, but even so, what really made me ask this question was the fact that there was a large crowd of people outside the venue, happily drinking away at the bar and chatting with their buddies.

Not sure what to make of this, I went inside. The band Trinergic had just taken the stage. Comprised of nothing but pure talent, these guys were bringing the place down with their tight set. What I couldn’t help notice though was how there were barely any people inside the venue compared to the droves of drunkards I saw outside.

It’s probably just for the opening bands, I told myself, unable to reason with such ignorance and stuck around, relishing and basking in the sound of live Heavy Metal that we’re so starved for back in our home towns. Trinergic finished their set and Orion came on, I saw a few fresh faces enter, probably the friends and supporters of the band who went straight up to the front row. I strolled to the balcony and noticed that the numbers outside had only grown bigger.

The next band was Atmosfear, SURELY people were going to come in now! This band’s on the main bill after all! Such an experienced, almost universally-acclaimed band in the Metal circles shall surely see some serious fanfare!


The same thing happened, people outright refused to come in. Sure there was a small crowd of folks that just enjoyed every single moment of the Atmosfear experience, exactly how it’s meant to be, but the amount of people that just didn’t care was beyond logic.

Cosmic Infusion met similar fate. It was still a delight to see a small legion of dedicated fans sing along to their songs, a rare occurrence for a band that hasn’t been around too long.

and then… Zygnema is announced.

Suddenly, all the people who were outside this entire time (We’re talking 3+ hours) decide to lumber their asses inside the venue.

“JIGNEMAAAHHH!!11” an enthusiastic fan bellowed, a cry which was echoed by the rest and deservedly so, Zygnema’s a talented powerhouse of a band and deserve all this and more.

The setlist starts off with one of their famous numbers, before being stopped abruptly by the venue manager since the time limit had been crossed.

and this is when it was “Shell broken hell loose” for all the fanboys.

“Manager ki ma ki chut!” the crowd screamed in unison, displaying their hardcoreness and proving their fandom while simultaneously bringing a definitive end to anything Metal ever happening at the venue again. A visibly distraught organizer held his head in disappointment as hordes of “Metalheads” hurled abuses at the manager and complained in a similar vein to grannies that didn’t get their prescription laxatives on time.

It is a matter of another discussion that our rebels went in silent mode upon the appearance of hulky bouncers though.

So all of this is happening and I start hearing about how “150 rupya waste hua” and “main 2 ghante travel kiya” from several of the attendants. Bear in mind that these were the same folks that chose to stay outside during the whole concert, only bothering to hobble inside when their favorite band came to play.

Now my diatribe is this. Each and every one of the bands that played inside the venue on that evening, worked hard. Each band spent a lot of good time into getting things right and if someone were to ask me to rate the bands that played, there wouldn’t be too much difference in how amazingly tight all the bands (including Zygnema) were on stage and how much heart and soul they put into their performance.

But while such performances were in progress, “cool” folks preferred to stay outside. This isn’t limited to your regular scene-kid either, I’m talking about the Big Shows and the Rikishis of the scene. People that post status messages about how the scene should support them and their bands, people that are regarded as the flag bearers of the entire community. What is a random scene kid supposed to think when these very people refuse to support their fellow musicians?

Obviously it’s not a cool thing to do anymore, who gives a shit about staying for the entire concert right? No band’s as amazing as the band that I’m supporting! It’s like picking a side to support, except that’s not the way it works.

There’s only one side in our music, Heavy fucking Metal!

I’ve had this discussion with several folks since, is this because of there being an abundance, an excess? From my “outsider” point of view, I cannot imagine people in the cities of Ahmedabad, Jaipur, Baroda, Surat etc. wanting to miss out on even a single second of any concert that happens! The crowds are so passionate and hungry to listen to Metal that quite figuratively, nothing else matters.

But maybe we’re too intelligent now, we know too much or we’ve listened to too much music. We’ve all become critics, dismissive of any band that’s not up to our standards and happy to ignore their existence until someone “cool” makes it a thing to acknowledge them instead.

This is an Indie scene. Relatively free from the clutches of corporate talons so far. But the only way its ever going to get anywhere is if this ignorant, piece of shit attitude comes to an end. The reason people stopped being ignorant and opened up to Rock Music was why the scene came to be in the first place!

This doesn’t mean providing showers of praise and verbal fellatio to artists either, in my opinion there’s no bigger motivator than critics and criticism. But whoever you are, whatever you do, if you’re into Metal, give your scene a chance.

With this I’ll end this article, please leave feedback in comments.

Dushyant Dubey

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Simon Santiago: ‘They’ll find another ass to lick when the shit runs out’

There was no annual interview on MKK last year because there wasn’t anybody in the underground music scene worth talking to, but among the hordes of flatterers, the gathering of cowards and the flocks of sheep, one man stands tall and plays by his own rules. Organizing show after show in Bangalore with little or no support, Dhiraj Simon Santiago brings outstation metal bands to the city and great live music to its metalheads. Here’s Simon speaking out on Mehta Kya Kehta! 

Two things became obvious during my last visit to Bangalore: the weather is always great and, contrary to how it may seem to those who are not in bands or organizing teams, your city’s underground scene isn’t united at all. Clearly there is a divide…

me(1) Simon: The weather is always almost awesome here. The Bangalore Underground scene has been around since the ’80s and started being serious in the late ’90s. I’ve been part of the scene as an organizer for over a year now, and as an audience for almost 4 years. Compared to most people that’s hardly anything. The reason why I started organizing shows is because of the fact that 2012 had 3 gigs. All played by the same bands. When there is a new kid on the block, there is hostility, and I’ve experienced it here. People bitch about people, and then make up and gang up. Like an episode of The Bold and the Beautiful. Opinions are seen as disregard, Facebook wall posts are seen as a fucking challenge. It’s a pathetic state of affairs. And now there are factions too. LOL.

I heard there was pressure on you to postpone the gig. This is something I don’t understand and it sounds very childish.

Simon: Nobody asked me to postpone a gig. Even if that happens, I’m not gonna postpone any gig. It’s a free world, man. Just like when I was told to not do gigs… well, see what happened: I did 6 metal gigs and 2 rock gigs, which involved 40+ bands. I don’t care if I’m premium material or not, all I care about is the stage, where bands come play to an audience.

This is now old news to many of us, but there are people trying to gain control over the whole Bangalore scene. It was shocking at first, and now it’s funny. My questions here are:

a)  Why would anybody want to control Bengaluru’s underground metal scene?

Simon: Firstly, trying to control a damn city and its scene is a funny idea. If I hadn’t found ION Bar and Kitchen as a venue, none of this would have happened. And the funniest part is the feedback received is fucking 0% constructive. Instead, people try and tear the place down on Facebook. That’s how funny it gets. Also the property either becomes awesome or is extremely fucked up depending on the organizer. So if anybody is trying to take over Bangalore, that really can’t happen, man. Not today, not fucking ever.

b) How can bands evict key members because of these wannabe tyrants?

Simon: Bro, honestly, that’s for the band to decide. If a band decides a player ain’t worth the presence, then I guess it’s justified. In the end, if people don’t grow balls, they tend to use others’. I have heard instances/rumours of band members being evicted, but haven’t been a witness. Can’t comment on that.

c) When are bands going to tell these people to fuck off? (Not that Bombay metal bands have a spine, but if anybody tries ordering a Mumbai band around, they will be laughed at in the face.)

me2Simon: Again, that will only happen when bands grow some balls. One of my friends while having a conversation mentioned: “The bands in the scene only write their lyrics based on courage/death/hatred/manly things. But they lack the balls to live it up.” True as fuck if you ask me, except for a few bands. There are instances where one band gets dissed to the extent of their CDs being given away as “bad music”. Next thing, the same people wave the white flag and talk like nothing happened. It’s that pathetic.

I don’t mean to sound like a dick here, but I don’t think there are too many good metal bands around. I can’t think of more than six or seven bands that seem to have an idea of what they’re doing, and I mean six or seven bands from all over India.

Simon: Bro, actually, there are immense number of bands with great talent. One cannot judge a band when they haven’t seen them play. Forget having seen them play, if a band put out a record without playing live, you think it’s going to be great? It’s pathetic the way certain bands, people do it for the money and then say how much they support the “scene”.                                  .

This interview will open a lot of eyes that haven’t seen past the ass-licking that goes on on Facebook all the time. I don’t think even Rocco (the porn star) has performed that much analingus.

Simon: Opening eyes and all I don’t give a fuck about. The ass wipes I don’t care about. I do not claim to be not affected by this bullshit, but I have chosen to ignore it. Hopefully they find another ass to lick when the shit runs out.

Or maybe the ass will go looking for new mouths and tongues. Thanks for your time and these cool answers, Simon!

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