Up in the Volkov Mountains of Eastern Europe (or San Francisco Bay) lies Creepsylvania, a deceptively peaceful mountain community lined with trinket shops. But ask any of the local tar farmers about the hooded n'er-do-wells known as Ghoul that haunt their campfire stories, and suddenly their rosy-cheeked hospitality is ushered with you out the door.
Armed with chainsaws and elbow-throwing mosh riffs, Ghoul is a death/thrash metal band wrapped in a burlap sack, then tossed into a river with a pile of gory '70s horror movies. But Ghoul owns the kitsch and lives it. The band's fourth album, Transmission Zero, is the most fun I've had listening to a metal record all year, full of grin-inducing but skull-splitting anthems. And, with the addition of sci-fi/surf-influenced riffs (as heard in "Death in the Swamp"), it's like Ghoul somehow knew that I wanted a Man... Or Astro-Man?-inspired metal album without me even knowing it.
In the spirit of Halloween and all things bloody, I asked guitarist and vocalist Digestor to list five songs that Ghoul would play in its own haunted house. Let the Creepsylvanian nightmare begin.