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  1. Krallice – Scour Order Review By Alekhines Gun

    It only takes the opening 1-2-3-4 salvo of Scour Order to dare believe the eternally divisive Krallice are trying to make a return to their roots. Ever shifting, ever evolving, the dimensional bleed-triggering outfit have spent their entire career contorting black metal into their spacey, math-infused vision of weird. Receiving affirmations as conflicting as “forward thinking,” “genre transcending,” and “pile of unlistenable hipster wankery,” the band have spent the last eighteen years with a constant stream of activity and output, answering to and guided by no one but the calls of their own internal demonic wealth. Album fifteen, Scour Order arrives offering something of a constructional throwback, with the band returning to a two-guitar approach, as co-founder and studio producer extraordinaire Colin Marston returns to the strings after a long stint at the keys. Does this rebuild promise a return to the Cascadian expansiveness of yore, or to still more confusing territories ahead?

    In tone and timbre, Scour Order tries to fuse the epic, treble-heavy canvas of Years Past Matter with the slightly thicker progressions of Ygg Huur. Excised are most of the synths and the rawer tones of records like Psychagogue, with the fractal-imploding counterpoint of the returning twin guitars used to immediate effect. Across the album, Colin and fellow guitarist/vocalist Mick Barr carry the listener from diseased harmonies to tense, sudden stutter-start riffing (“Kill the Guardian”, “Her Green Arms”) where certain progressions seem to linger just a few measures longer than they should, bolstered by the fantastic drumming of Lev Weinstein. His performance is of extra note, with the clarity of the mix (particularly after the more traditionally blackened mix of more recent fare) allowing his delightful snare fills (“Grievous Corrector”) and creatively applied cymbal transitions (“Unceasing Path”) real life and energy under the alien soundscapes.

    In a broad sense, Scour Order opts for oppressive atmospheres over straight lead-pasta1 or riffy assaults. Many dissonant chord progressions are prolonged with more repetitions than you’d expect from modern Krallice, with a heavy emphasis on tension-building terms which get rode out to the breaking point. Unfortunately, this has the side-effect of rendering the release as more meandering than thrilling, though focused listens allow bright spots to crash through the surface. “Indecipherable Divinities” breaks out the synth for a brief time while the chords seamlessly transition into something almost spaced out and optimistic, having much in common spiritually with Blood Incantation’s Absolute Elsewhere in mood if not in form. Title track “Scour Order” manages an excellent fusion of its old-school vastness of vision with modern-day sheen and adventurousness, with vocals which could pass for death metal and an extended instrumental closing which rings of glorious catharsis.

    Though the production is unsurprisingly excellent, it does serve to emphasize the album’s weaknesses as well. Bassist Nicholas McMaster is given tons of breathing room for his perpetual twanging to glide under the current of notes, though his own virtuosity can’t save cuts like the needlessly empty and sustained tremming of “Her Green Arms” or the wandering “Unceasing Path.” Krallice is too technically proficient a band to declare something to be “badly composed” without sounding stupid, but much of Scour Order is spent being taken on a journey of musical virtuosity with little in the way of the band’s penchant for lasting impact. Highlights certainly exist; the aforementioned synth in “Indecipherable Divinities”, the crash-out solo closing “Agonal Shining”, the almost mournful ending of “Living Useless Ritual” chief among them. But Krallice at their best exude skill in exhausting, engaging longform journeys, and it’s almost a foreign concept to discuss any of their works in terms of “highlights” and not in terms of songs.

    The most stereotypical conclusion here would posit that “If you’re a fan of Krallice, you’ll like this; if you aren’t, this won’t change your mind.” Unfortunately, Scour Order falls well below the peak of the band’s best work in the modern or vintage era, while having enough warts that it might convince those who already don’t like them to like them just a little less. There really is plenty to enjoy for the seasoned fan in terms of familiarity of mood and presentation. Despite this, I cannot escape the fact that while albums like Crystalline Exhaustion (to say nothing of works like Dimensional Bleedthrough) pulled me in by virtue of their pillar-to-post sense of discovery, Scour Order sits in the respectable, yet disappointing tier of “sounds like another Krallice album.” The peaks are very high indeed, and the bookending tracks deserve to be included in playlists for newcomers to the band for the rest of forever. I have too much faith to declare this the first real assault of AMG’s Law of Diminishing Recordings, but time will tell if this is just a fine-tuning of the band’s musical vision for the future, or if future works are doomed to go be forgotten.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Profound Lore Records
    Website: Album Bandcamp
    Releases Worldwide: September 18th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #AmericanBlackMetal #BlackMetal #BloodIncantation #Krallice #ProfoundLoreRecords #Review #Reviews #ScourOrder #Sep26
  2. Sunscorched – Blood of the Badlands Review By Alekhines Gun

    I don’t know what’s up with our dear readers around the world, but in this lion’s den, it’s hotter than an unshaven sheep in a bread bakery. It’s hotter than Steel‘s withering gaze every time Dear Hollow gives good reviews to deathcore. It’s hotter than your sexy crush telling you her parents completely approve of you, and that she wants a wholesome marriage and a family. My AC has been broken for over a month now, which means my only companions are sweat, misery, and the promo pit. Consequently, my personal enjoyment of much more wintry (or even fall) black metal has fallen by the wayside, as bands like Coldworld or Panopticon just don’t hit the same way when you spend every night praying for sleep and basting in your own juices. As if a spiritual answer to my cries, new outfit Sunscorched have arrived with a dollop of Old-West-themed, Arizona-originated atmospheric black metal. Needless to say, one glance at that name had me snatching this one up immediately, so saddle up your horses and get ready to circle the wagons as we see just how bad these bloody lands are.

    The Blood of the Badlands sound is that of a slightly more straightforward Wayfarer album as produced by Nechochwen. While the compositional approaches lend themselves to comparisons with the seminal American Gothic, the chord progressions are more straightforward, and the production much more raw. The Heart of Akamon has itself all over the actual sound, with full chords which ring out in treble-heavy presentation but never lose themselves in tinny warbles, still sounding thick and full. The drumming of Rory James is well articulated, with good thunk and clang in his kit as he alternates between his fills and rolls, with a lot of fun to be had in his hi-hat and china beats which often evoke the galloping of wagons cascading down the hills. Vocalist Austin Kruger has an excellent bellowing shriek, mixed between the arpeggios and tremolos and containing enough reverb to evoke the mood of long-forgotten souls wandering the hills. Remarkably light on the expected gimmicky instrumentation—beyond the bookending instrumentals, which feature smatterings of acoustic guitars among what sounds like unplugged electric—Sunscorched wield their songwriting skills to suit the mood and atmosphere of the Badlands.

    In those songs, Sunscorched manage to paint a vivid aural picture without ever doing anything out of the ordinary. “Vultures that Circle my Grave” transitions into a delightful major chord progression which sounds optimistic in the face of oppression and daily struggle without losing an ounce of its moshability. Highlight “Slaughter at Camp Grant” features a punk-infused main refrain which sounds violent while evoking the vastness of an Old West starry sky, transitioning from rapid-fire melodies to a progression which comes with brute force and necessary antagonism. “The Gallows Tree” features a depressive lead which does most of the talking before the vocals ever kick in. While repetition is a major tool in the box of Sunscorched, the majority of these riffs and melodies justify running themselves back as they emphasize the all-encompassing nature of the violence and exploration of that time period. Every single song comes decorated with a key melodic theme, from the inevitability of “Gallows…” to the full-speed-ahead onslaught of “Slaughter…”, firmly evoking a narrative to the listener which would be just as serviceable were Blood of the Badlands served as an instrumental piece.

    There’s only one thing stopping Sunscorched from landing on true greatness in their first outing: Both penultimate track “Thousand Year Drought” and the instrumental title track “Blood of the Badlands” are far too repetitive and self-referential, and it’s genuinely disappointing. In the case of the former, there’s what seems to be a melodic reference1 to the Styx song “Renegade”, with a very familiar tune coded in the main lead, which is dope, but is promptly beaten right into the desert sand. Additionally, the main chugging climax features the exact same root notes as the one found in “Slaughter…”, making it smack of the earlier riff, but somehow more violent and less interesting. Closing track “Blood of the Badlands” is gorgeous, mood-setting, and eerie, but repeats itself an unneeded amount of times without genuinely evolving into anything.

    Normally, an album is held down by an overall lack of quality. My saying “these last two songs don’t pass muster” only speaks to the sheer quality of all that comes before, and is by no means a major detraction in the overall experience. Sunscorched have made me ready to join their posse on my first listen, enduring the sweltering radiation and pavement-amplifying heatwaves with their soundtrack of melancholy by my side. Some course corrections on their repetitive habits will have their pistols loaded and ready to strike gold and oil, and I, for one, have gleefully hitched my wagon up to see where we will explore from here.

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: 11 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: The Bölverk Collective
    Website: Album Bandcamp
    Releases Worldwide: August 28th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanBlackMetal #AtmosphericBlackMetal #Aug26 #BloodOfTheBadlands #BölverkCollective #Coldworld #Nechochwen #Panopticon #Review #Reviews #Styx #Sunscorched #Wayfarer
  3. Agonanist – The Spirit of Gravity Review By Alekhines Gun

    I love me an honest promo blurb. In a world where every advertisement promises more brutality than a 20-year exclusive diet of doughnuts and American cheese, and more emotional trauma than walking in your parents whipping you up a sibling, there are points to be earned for labels real enough to simply tell us what this is and who it’s for. The sophomore album by one-man project Agonanist arrived with the very simple description that this was “…adjacent to dissonant black metal in the vein of Deathspell Omega, Blut aus Nord, Xasthur, and Krallice.” I happen to have some degree of appreciation for all those bands, ranging from acknowledgement of importance to unbridled fanaticism, so I couldn’t wait to get my paws on this. Toss in some info about hand-carved microtonal guitars in the spirit of Jute Gyte, and this sets the stage for a blackened slab of ugly indeed. Can The Spirit of Gravity possibly live up to such a pedigree?

    No, but the Spirit is definitely there. Agonanist could have just as easily labeled The Spirit of Gravity as experimental atmo-black and still been on the money, as the expected ugliness and mind-warping generally take a back seat to heaps and heaps of spacey, ambient atmosphere. It helps that the whole album is deeply overlaid with synth work, softening the more abrasive edges (“The Gateway”) and offering up transitional passages of beauty (“Collapse”) while rarely turning into their own highlight reel. “Effacement” is the two-pronged statement of intent, beginning with the required ugly chords, murky and full and indeed carrying a whiff of vintage Xasthur, but then blending into much more beautiful, hypnotic notes reminiscent of a less peaceful Cosmosophy. This dual approach is found in the bulk of The Spirit of Gravity, as flirtations with genuine microtonal oppression always give way to something more ethereal, and, dare I say, meditative.

    Curiously, Agonanist thrives most when it leans into those moments of beauty and atmosphere over the aggressive and ugly. “Silent Absent” takes on a near shoegaze quality in the riff style and tones, and “Disruption and Decay” features some prolonged simple melodies of melancholy and reflection. Featuring a list of guest instrumentalists from bands as diverse as Krallice, Ripped to Shreds, and even Benighted, the overall sound never wanders beyond the adventurous gardens of the more tranquilly inclined Bluts and Xasthurs of the world. “For Mia” tries to channel some real pathos, with a simple, thick chord progression applying some emotional heft in defiance of the expected cosmic perversion of sound, with decent results. The entire body of work across The Spirit of Gravity lends itself more to relaxing, sky-watching atmospherics, only pausing at times to remind us all of the unknowable everything waiting just beyond the view of the horizon.

    It’s in those pauses that The Spirit of Gravity falters. “Cry of Cages” is the most straightforwardly ugly song on the album, lurching here and there without an immediately obvious structure or hook beyond its warped and mutated lead. This song is also a strange blip in the Agonanist experience, as the bulk of The Spirit of Gravity tries to wield its two tonal influences in somewhat equal measure. Most of the speed present on the album finds itself in the uglier bits, with the first third of “Collapse”, the beginning of “Disruption…” and “Silent Absent” using tempo modulations to emphasize the spiritual shift before eventually easing just a touch into more major progressions and softer notes. The greatest riddle of the album is found in “Collapse”, which uses its gorgeous synth interlude to segue into a full five-minute outro of the rawest, screechiest guitar feedback and drumming, reminiscent of Spektr’s Et Fugit Interea Fugit Irreparabile Tempus. Suddenly the fusion is achieved, as the most objectively raw piece of the album masters the introspective and ethereal mood teased at and grasped for throughout, and I’m left desperately wanting more of that. It shows that there are greater things waiting in the project’s future, if they can commit more to a lane or improve in their combination of such disparate ingredients.

    Much as the art depicts a mass of bright light surrounded by so much darkness, The Spirit of Gravity is an enjoyable, but imperfect amalgamation of two moods. It isn’t the soul-burning exposure to horrors beyond I was expecting, nor does it turn so beautiful that it can be described as anything truly melodic. What it shows is a unique vision, a sign of promise from a fledgling artist with an already well-crafted and distinct flavor. I’d love to hear more consistency, in one direction or the other; a deeper commitment to the horrors beyond or the beauty within. For now, Agonanist have dropped an interesting release in the realm of dissonant black metal, so come take a dive down this gravity well and pray you land on the right side of the light.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: 10 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Transylvanian Recordings
    Website: Album Bandcamp
    Releases Worldwide: August 28th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #Agonanist #AmericanBlackMetal #Aug26 #Benighted #BlackMetal #BlutAusNord #DeathspellOmega #DissonantBlackMetal #JuteGyte #Krallice #Review #Reviews #RippedToShreds #Spektr #TheSpiritOfGravity #TransylvanianRecordings #Xasthur
  4. Ashbringer – Subglacial Review By Lavender Larcenist

    We here at AMG are impossible to please. Minnesota’s atmo-black four-piece Ashbringer have learned this the hard way. While we lavished praise across their discography, those who giveth can also taketh away. Ashbringer’s previous outing, We Came Here to Grieve, originally received glowing remarks. Unfortunately for them, resident shark and Ashbringer connoisseur, Carcharodon, decided, upon further reflection, that the clean singing on their previous outing brought the album to a screeching halt after time and distance brought clarity. So, as if in response, Ashbringer has returned with Subglacial, and there isn’t an ounce of clean singing to be found on the album, as it provides an incredibly stripped-back sound in comparison to their previous outings. I welcome artistic experimentation, but I frown upon the wholesale rejection of ideas due to criticism. So, does Subglacial herald a return to form? Creative stagnation? Or something in between altogether for these purveyors of atmospheric and heartfelt black metal?

    For starters, Ashbringer went about creating Subglacial in a way I can wholeheartedly commend. Singer Nick Stanger and drummer Andy Meyer rented a house, brought the band in, and wrote, played, and recorded the entire album there. In Stanger’s own words, Ashbringer wanted to create a record that sounded as “us” as they possibly could while doing it in-house and spending no money; an admirable goal if I have ever heard one, and one that is apparent throughout the album. Subglacial is lean, especially compared to We Came Here to Grieve, but even in contrast to their earlier work. Scraping in at just under forty minutes, it makes for an incredibly tight piece that wastes no time. Stanger sticks to his trademark rasping growl, drumming is significantly less jazzy than on Absolution, and overall, it is heavier, hookier, and surprisingly free of auditory left-turns. Stanger and Jackson Catton’s guitarwork sticks to black metal staples: blistering tremolo riffs, cutting hooks, and atmospheric tangents. Subglacial is a no-frills, concise record where every element feels honed to be heavy, hooky, and emotive.

    Subglacial by Ashbringer

    Subglacial is surprisingly predictable, with “Waning Conviction” being the only track that feels like it has shades of previous experimentation. Opening with ponderous acoustic strumming and laid-back drums, it builds for a while before lurching into a massive lead riff. Still, even this track feels tame (experimentally) compared to anything on We Came Here to Grieve. I agree that Stanger’s clean vocals needed work, but I don’t think the band should have thrown them out completely. Subglacial will likely be seen as a return to form for many, but I can’t help but lament what could have been. This is a record that feels incredibly safe for a band known for throwing out the rulebook. That isn’t to say Subglacial is bad; in fact, it is hard to find anything to complain about otherwise. The production is perfectly raw, keeping Stanger’s vocals fantastically legible while allowing for that atmo-black fuzz to creep in. It just shows you don’t need an expensive studio to record an album with wonderful sound. Every track feels essential, and this is a tight record in every sense of the word.

    Subglacial is so concisely put together and so expertly played that it is hard to find flaws when looking at the whole. The opening track, “My Flesh Shows Its Weakness,” features everything you want from an Ashbringer song: atmospherics, a massive final riff, and the emotionality that the band is famous for. The guitar work on Subglacial is a standout, and every track has memorable riffs, monolithic hooks, or ass-kicking speed. Album standout “Send Him to the Lake” is an anthem, as Stanger screams “SEND HIM TO THE LAKE,” you can’t help but feel the conviction. The track features an ascending riff as a throughline, building and building, to an absolutely crushing crescendo, the atmo-black equivalent of an orgasm. Album closer “Vessels” mixes heaviness with the dreamy, ethereal sound of blackgaze alongside some head-spinning drumming from Meyer.

    So, time for the part where I make you all upset. I loved the raw emotion, vulnerability, and sincerity of We Came Here to Grieve but Subglacial is too safe a step back. While the album is well-rounded, expertly played, and emotive, it lacks the audacity of their previous work. Ashbringer’s latest is no slouch, though, and while I thoroughly enjoyed their latest record, it didn’t quite blow me away like their previous work. Subglacial is as solid as ice, but time may chip at this berg to reveal something unremarkable when compared to Ashbringer’s larger output.

    Rating: Very Good
    DR: 11 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Bölverk Collective
    Websites: ashbringermusic.com | instagram.com/ashbringermusic
    Releases Worldwide: February 13th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanBlackMetal #Ashbringer #AtmosphericBlackMetal #Blackgaze #BölverkCollective #Feb26 #Review #Reviews #Subglacial
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