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Scythe – Boiled Alive Review

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In the midst of a recent metal deep-dive, Romania’s Scythe skulked out from a Bandcamp back alley and bludgeoned me with the flat side of their blade, knocking me senseless with scuzzy shenanigans. We weren’t graced with a promo for Scythe’s self-released debut, but Boiled Alive packs in so much grimy panache that after my first listen, I had it shortlisted as someThing You Might Have Missed. Rather than wait several months before bringing attention to Boiled Alive, though, I volunteered to burn some midnight oil and write about this quartet from Constanța. Why did Boiled Alive get me so hot and bothered? Scythe’s brand of death metal grips you by the throat and never relents, evoking many influences while creating something uniquely their own. After the dry spell I’ve had with death metal lately, I finally found something I unapologetically adore. So step right up, put your head on the chopping block, and let Scythe have a whack at your earhole.

Scythe doesn’t make grand statements about existentialism or introspection, nor do they redefine a genre. First and foremost, Scythe is here to serve up sickly, sticky licks with blithe recklessness. This fearsome foursome drops track titles that ooze with enough viscera (“Liquified Entrails,” “Of Pure Goriness”) to squelch onto a Cannibal Corpse setlist while harkening to soundscapes defined by Pestilence and Autopsy. Throughout Boiled Alive, the pace oscillates between frenzied paroxysms and plodding crawls, often within the same song (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”). Though it would be easy for these dynamics to jostle listeners, the savvy songwriting avoids clumsy transitions and affords an entrancing experience. Ultimately, Scythe guides listeners through a curated gallery of horror that’s as thrilling as it is fulfilling.

Boiled Alive by Scythe

Interweaving Asphyxiating drudges with Mercilessly hectic eruptions, Scythe concocts a unique brew all their own. Boiled Alive simmers with ever-shifting tempos, imbuing the album with vivacity and a disarming blend of chops and accessibility.1 Where “Liquified Entrails” opens with a cannonade evoking an unholy union of Priest’s “Riding on the Wind” and Merciless’ “Souls of the Dead,” “Of Pure Goriness” flits between a mid-paced slink and rabid surges of hostility, and sounds like the crossbred bastard of Cannibal Corpse and Dismember. “Necrophilic Corpse Orgies” and “Tenebrous Decease” expose Scythe’s ability to nimbly jump between accelerated clips and more measured velocities, electrifying with their seamless agility as they navigate whipsawing tempo changes with a sophistication that is all the more impressive considering the band has no other projects or credits to their names.2

The musicianship on Boiled Alive is especially tight for a band formed just three years ago, and the mix highlights the band’s technical acumen. Rather than feature the glossy veneer popular with bigger labels, Boiled Alive sports a dry, natural texture that allows Scythe’s instrumentation to glisten. Reminiscent of the production on Invictus’s release last month, every whack on a tom and clang on the bass is afforded an organic timbre, imparting a raw aesthetic that lets Scythe sizzle. Whether rattling off meticulous snare rolls (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”), punky, snare-kick combos (“Plastered in Phlegm”), or playful cymbal splashes (“Of Pure Goriness”), David Rolea flays the skins on every track. Meanwhile, bassist and vocalist Andrei Constandache wields a gorgeously fat low-end tone3 as he assaults the mic with a menacing rasp. Not to be outdone, guitarists Mihai Panait and Andrei Oglan buzzsaw their way through Boiled Alive’s eight tracks, focusing on knotty riffs over wankfest solos. While the drums are the star of the show, Scythe suffers no weak links.

Part-thrashy, part-doomy, and all deathly, Scythe swings for the fences on Boiled Alive. And dammit, it’s Great. This beast writhes and squirms with purulent pizzazz, and I’m guilty many times over of restarting Boiled Alive as soon as the final track concludes. I wish solos were more prevalent across the album, and Constandache’s vocals, while effective, could use some variety, but these nitpicks should be taken as wishlist items for ol’ Grin rather than anything inherently off with Boiled Alive. Scythe discharges riffs and fun with an enviable effortlessness that should have death metal dealers and appreciators paying attention. In a genre with so much competition, Boiled Alive stands above the rabble, and I anxiously await the next time the Scythe comes down.

Rating: Great
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: February 1st, 2026

In the midst of a recent metal deep-dive, Romania’s Scythe skulked out from a Bandcamp back alley and bludgeoned me with the flat side of their blade, knocking me senseless with scuzzy shenanigans. We weren’t graced with a promo for Scythe’s self-released debut, but Boiled Alive packs in so much grimy panache that after my first listen, I had it shortlisted as someThing You Might Have Missed. Rather than wait several months before bringing attention to Boiled Alive, though, I volunteered to burn some midnight oil and write about this quartet from Constanța. Why did Boiled Alive get me so hot and bothered? Scythe’s brand of death metal grips you by the throat and never relents, evoking many influences while creating something uniquely their own. After the dry spell I’ve had with death metal lately, I finally found something I unapologetically adore. So step right up, put your head on the chopping block, and let Scythe have a whack at your earhole.

Scythe doesn’t make grand statements about existentialism or introspection, nor do they redefine a genre. First and foremost, Scythe is here to serve up sickly, sticky licks with blithe recklessness. This fearsome foursome drops track titles that ooze with enough viscera (“Liquified Entrails,” “Of Pure Goriness”) to squelch onto a Cannibal Corpse setlist while harkening to soundscapes defined by Pestilence and Autopsy. Throughout Boiled Alive, the pace oscillates between frenzied paroxysms and plodding crawls, often within the same song (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”). Though it would be easy for these dynamics to jostle listeners, the savvy songwriting avoids clumsy transitions and affords an entrancing experience. Ultimately, Scythe guides listeners through a curated gallery of horror that’s as thrilling as it is fulfilling.

Boiled Alive by Scythe

Interweaving Asphyxiating drudges with Mercilessly hectic eruptions, Scythe concocts a unique brew all their own. Boiled Alive simmers with ever-shifting tempos, imbuing the album with vivacity and a disarming blend of chops and accessibility.1 Where “Liquified Entrails” opens with a cannonade evoking an unholy union of Priest’s “Riding on the Wind” and Merciless’ “Souls of the Dead,” “Of Pure Goriness” flits between a mid-paced slink and rabid surges of hostility, and sounds like the crossbred bastard of Cannibal Corpse and Dismember. “Necrophilic Corpse Orgies” and “Tenebrous Decease” expose Scythe’s ability to nimbly jump between accelerated clips and more measured velocities, electrifying with their seamless agility as they navigate whipsawing tempo changes with a sophistication that is all the more impressive considering the band has no other projects or credits to their names.2

The musicianship on Boiled Alive is especially tight for a band formed just three years ago, and the mix highlights the band’s technical acumen. Rather than feature the glossy veneer popular with bigger labels, Boiled Alive sports a dry, natural texture that allows Scythe’s instrumentation to glisten. Reminiscent of the production on Invictus’s release last month, every whack on a tom and clang on the bass is afforded an organic timbre, imparting a raw aesthetic that lets Scythe sizzle. Whether rattling off meticulous snare rolls (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”), punky, snare-kick combos (“Plastered in Phlegm”), or playful cymbal splashes (“Of Pure Goriness”), David Rolea flays the skins on every track. Meanwhile, bassist and vocalist Andrei Constandache wields a gorgeously fat low-end tone3 as he assaults the mic with a menacing rasp. Not to be outdone, guitarists Mihai Panait and Andrei Oglan buzzsaw their way through Boiled Alive’s eight tracks, focusing on knotty riffs over wankfest solos. While the drums are the star of the show, Scythe suffers no weak links.

Part-thrashy, part-doomy, and all deathly, Scythe swings for the fences on Boiled Alive. And dammit, it’s Great. This beast writhes and squirms with purulent pizzazz, and I’m guilty many times over of restarting Boiled Alive as soon as the final track concludes. I wish solos were more prevalent across the album, and Constandache’s vocals, while effective, could use some variety, but these nitpicks should be taken as wishlist items for ol’ Grin rather than anything inherently off with Boiled Alive. Scythe discharges riffs and fun with an enviable effortlessness that should have death metal dealers and appreciators paying attention. In a genre with so much competition, Boiled Alive stands above the rabble, and I anxiously await the next time the Scythe comes down.

Rating: Great
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: February 1st, 2026

In the midst of a recent metal deep-dive, Romania’s Scythe skulked out from a Bandcamp back alley and bludgeoned me with the flat side of their blade, knocking me senseless with scuzzy shenanigans. We weren’t graced with a promo for Scythe’s self-released debut, but Boiled Alive packs in so much grimy panache that after my first listen, I had it shortlisted as someThing You Might Have Missed. Rather than wait several months before bringing attention to Boiled Alive, though, I volunteered to burn some midnight oil and write about this quartet from Constanța. Why did Boiled Alive get me so hot and bothered? Scythe’s brand of death metal grips you by the throat and never relents, evoking many influences while creating something uniquely their own. After the dry spell I’ve had with death metal lately, I finally found something I unapologetically adore. So step right up, put your head on the chopping block, and let Scythe have a whack at your earhole.

Scythe doesn’t make grand statements about existentialism or introspection, nor do they redefine a genre. First and foremost, Scythe is here to serve up sickly, sticky licks with blithe recklessness. This fearsome foursome drops track titles that ooze with enough viscera (“Liquified Entrails,” “Of Pure Goriness”) to squelch onto a Cannibal Corpse setlist while harkening to soundscapes defined by Pestilence and Autopsy. Throughout Boiled Alive, the pace oscillates between frenzied paroxysms and plodding crawls, often within the same song (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”). Though it would be easy for these dynamics to jostle listeners, the savvy songwriting avoids clumsy transitions and affords an entrancing experience. Ultimately, Scythe guides listeners through a curated gallery of horror that’s as thrilling as it is fulfilling.

Boiled Alive by Scythe

Interweaving Asphyxiating drudges with Mercilessly hectic eruptions, Scythe concocts a unique brew all their own. Boiled Alive simmers with ever-shifting tempos, imbuing the album with vivacity and a disarming blend of chops and accessibility.1 Where “Liquified Entrails” opens with a cannonade evoking an unholy union of Priest’s “Riding on the Wind” and Merciless’ “Souls of the Dead,” “Of Pure Goriness” flits between a mid-paced slink and rabid surges of hostility, and sounds like the crossbred bastard of Cannibal Corpse and Dismember. “Necrophilic Corpse Orgies” and “Tenebrous Decease” expose Scythe’s ability to nimbly jump between accelerated clips and more measured velocities, electrifying with their seamless agility as they navigate whipsawing tempo changes with a sophistication that is all the more impressive considering the band has no other projects or credits to their names.2

The musicianship on Boiled Alive is especially tight for a band formed just three years ago, and the mix highlights the band’s technical acumen. Rather than feature the glossy veneer popular with bigger labels, Boiled Alive sports a dry, natural texture that allows Scythe’s instrumentation to glisten. Reminiscent of the production on Invictus’s release last month, every whack on a tom and clang on the bass is afforded an organic timbre, imparting a raw aesthetic that lets Scythe sizzle. Whether rattling off meticulous snare rolls (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”), punky, snare-kick combos (“Plastered in Phlegm”), or playful cymbal splashes (“Of Pure Goriness”), David Rolea flays the skins on every track. Meanwhile, bassist and vocalist Andrei Constandache wields a gorgeously fat low-end tone3 as he assaults the mic with a menacing rasp. Not to be outdone, guitarists Mihai Panait and Andrei Oglan buzzsaw their way through Boiled Alive’s eight tracks, focusing on knotty riffs over wankfest solos. While the drums are the star of the show, Scythe suffers no weak links.

Part-thrashy, part-doomy, and all deathly, Scythe swings for the fences on Boiled Alive. And dammit, it’s Great. This beast writhes and squirms with purulent pizzazz, and I’m guilty many times over of restarting Boiled Alive as soon as the final track concludes. I wish solos were more prevalent across the album, and Constandache’s vocals, while effective, could use some variety, but these nitpicks should be taken as wishlist items for ol’ Grin rather than anything inherently off with Boiled Alive. Scythe discharges riffs and fun with an enviable effortlessness that should have death metal dealers and appreciators paying attention. In a genre with so much competition, Boiled Alive stands above the rabble, and I anxiously await the next time the Scythe comes down.

Rating: Great
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: February 1st, 2026

In the midst of a recent metal deep-dive, Romania’s Scythe skulked out from a Bandcamp back alley and bludgeoned me with the flat side of their blade, knocking me senseless with scuzzy shenanigans. We weren’t graced with a promo for Scythe’s self-released debut, but Boiled Alive packs in so much grimy panache that after my first listen, I had it shortlisted as someThing You Might Have Missed. Rather than wait several months before bringing attention to Boiled Alive, though, I volunteered to burn some midnight oil and write about this quartet from Constanța. Why did Boiled Alive get me so hot and bothered? Scythe’s brand of death metal grips you by the throat and never relents, evoking many influences while creating something uniquely their own. After the dry spell I’ve had with death metal lately, I finally found something I unapologetically adore. So step right up, put your head on the chopping block, and let Scythe have a whack at your earhole.

Scythe doesn’t make grand statements about existentialism or introspection, nor do they redefine a genre. First and foremost, Scythe is here to serve up sickly, sticky licks with blithe recklessness. This fearsome foursome drops track titles that ooze with enough viscera (“Liquified Entrails,” “Of Pure Goriness”) to squelch onto a Cannibal Corpse setlist while harkening to soundscapes defined by Pestilence and Autopsy. Throughout Boiled Alive, the pace oscillates between frenzied paroxysms and plodding crawls, often within the same song (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”). Though it would be easy for these dynamics to jostle listeners, the savvy songwriting avoids clumsy transitions and affords an entrancing experience. Ultimately, Scythe guides listeners through a curated gallery of horror that’s as thrilling as it is fulfilling.

Boiled Alive by Scythe

Interweaving Asphyxiating drudges with Mercilessly hectic eruptions, Scythe concocts a unique brew all their own. Boiled Alive simmers with ever-shifting tempos, imbuing the album with vivacity and a disarming blend of chops and accessibility.1 Where “Liquified Entrails” opens with a cannonade evoking an unholy union of Priest’s “Riding on the Wind” and Merciless’ “Souls of the Dead,” “Of Pure Goriness” flits between a mid-paced slink and rabid surges of hostility, and sounds like the crossbred bastard of Cannibal Corpse and Dismember. “Necrophilic Corpse Orgies” and “Tenebrous Decease” expose Scythe’s ability to nimbly jump between accelerated clips and more measured velocities, electrifying with their seamless agility as they navigate whipsawing tempo changes with a sophistication that is all the more impressive considering the band has no other projects or credits to their names.2

The musicianship on Boiled Alive is especially tight for a band formed just three years ago, and the mix highlights the band’s technical acumen. Rather than feature the glossy veneer popular with bigger labels, Boiled Alive sports a dry, natural texture that allows Scythe’s instrumentation to glisten. Reminiscent of the production on Invictus’s release last month, every whack on a tom and clang on the bass is afforded an organic timbre, imparting a raw aesthetic that lets Scythe sizzle. Whether rattling off meticulous snare rolls (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”), punky, snare-kick combos (“Plastered in Phlegm”), or playful cymbal splashes (“Of Pure Goriness”), David Rolea flays the skins on every track. Meanwhile, bassist and vocalist Andrei Constandache wields a gorgeously fat low-end tone3 as he assaults the mic with a menacing rasp. Not to be outdone, guitarists Mihai Panait and Andrei Oglan buzzsaw their way through Boiled Alive’s eight tracks, focusing on knotty riffs over wankfest solos. While the drums are the star of the show, Scythe suffers no weak links.

Part-thrashy, part-doomy, and all deathly, Scythe swings for the fences on Boiled Alive. And dammit, it’s Great. This beast writhes and squirms with purulent pizzazz, and I’m guilty many times over of restarting Boiled Alive as soon as the final track concludes. I wish solos were more prevalent across the album, and Constandache’s vocals, while effective, could use some variety, but these nitpicks should be taken as wishlist items for ol’ Grin rather than anything inherently off with Boiled Alive. Scythe discharges riffs and fun with an enviable effortlessness that should have death metal dealers and appreciators paying attention. In a genre with so much competition, Boiled Alive stands above the rabble, and I anxiously await the next time the Scythe comes down.

Rating: Great
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: February 1st, 2026

In the midst of a recent metal deep-dive, Romania’s Scythe skulked out from a Bandcamp back alley and bludgeoned me with the flat side of their blade, knocking me senseless with scuzzy shenanigans. We weren’t graced with a promo for Scythe’s self-released debut, but Boiled Alive packs in so much grimy panache that after my first listen, I had it shortlisted as someThing You Might Have Missed. Rather than wait several months before bringing attention to Boiled Alive, though, I volunteered to burn some midnight oil and write about this quartet from Constanța. Why did Boiled Alive get me so hot and bothered? Scythe’s brand of death metal grips you by the throat and never relents, evoking many influences while creating something uniquely their own. After the dry spell I’ve had with death metal lately, I finally found something I unapologetically adore. So step right up, put your head on the chopping block, and let Scythe have a whack at your earhole.

Scythe doesn’t make grand statements about existentialism or introspection, nor do they redefine a genre. First and foremost, Scythe is here to serve up sickly, sticky licks with blithe recklessness. This fearsome foursome drops track titles that ooze with enough viscera (“Liquified Entrails,” “Of Pure Goriness”) to squelch onto a Cannibal Corpse setlist while harkening to soundscapes defined by Pestilence and Autopsy. Throughout Boiled Alive, the pace oscillates between frenzied paroxysms and plodding crawls, often within the same song (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”). Though it would be easy for these dynamics to jostle listeners, the savvy songwriting avoids clumsy transitions and affords an entrancing experience. Ultimately, Scythe guides listeners through a curated gallery of horror that’s as thrilling as it is fulfilling.

Boiled Alive by Scythe

Interweaving Asphyxiating drudges with Mercilessly hectic eruptions, Scythe concocts a unique brew all their own. Boiled Alive simmers with ever-shifting tempos, imbuing the album with vivacity and a disarming blend of chops and accessibility.1 Where “Liquified Entrails” opens with a cannonade evoking an unholy union of Priest’s “Riding on the Wind” and Merciless’ “Souls of the Dead,” “Of Pure Goriness” flits between a mid-paced slink and rabid surges of hostility, and sounds like the crossbred bastard of Cannibal Corpse and Dismember. “Necrophilic Corpse Orgies” and “Tenebrous Decease” expose Scythe’s ability to nimbly jump between accelerated clips and more measured velocities, electrifying with their seamless agility as they navigate whipsawing tempo changes with a sophistication that is all the more impressive considering the band has no other projects or credits to their names.2

The musicianship on Boiled Alive is especially tight for a band formed just three years ago, and the mix highlights the band’s technical acumen. Rather than feature the glossy veneer popular with bigger labels, Boiled Alive sports a dry, natural texture that allows Scythe’s instrumentation to glisten. Reminiscent of the production on Invictus’s release last month, every whack on a tom and clang on the bass is afforded an organic timbre, imparting a raw aesthetic that lets Scythe sizzle. Whether rattling off meticulous snare rolls (“Necrophilic Corpse Orgies”), punky, snare-kick combos (“Plastered in Phlegm”), or playful cymbal splashes (“Of Pure Goriness”), David Rolea flays the skins on every track. Meanwhile, bassist and vocalist Andrei Constandache wields a gorgeously fat low-end tone3 as he assaults the mic with a menacing rasp. Not to be outdone, guitarists Mihai Panait and Andrei Oglan buzzsaw their way through Boiled Alive’s eight tracks, focusing on knotty riffs over wankfest solos. While the drums are the star of the show, Scythe suffers no weak links.

Part-thrashy, part-doomy, and all deathly, Scythe swings for the fences on Boiled Alive. And dammit, it’s Great. This beast writhes and squirms with purulent pizzazz, and I’m guilty many times over of restarting Boiled Alive as soon as the final track concludes. I wish solos were more prevalent across the album, and Constandache’s vocals, while effective, could use some variety, but these nitpicks should be taken as wishlist items for ol’ Grin rather than anything inherently off with Boiled Alive. Scythe discharges riffs and fun with an enviable effortlessness that should have death metal dealers and appreciators paying attention. In a genre with so much competition, Boiled Alive stands above the rabble, and I anxiously await the next time the Scythe comes down.

Rating: Great
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: February 1st, 2026

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Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

By Kenstrosity

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy. Or Asphyx. Or any number of other acts in between. But not many of them choose “Christian Mysticism” as their primary theme. Here enters Pittsburg death doom upstarts Ritual Mass, primed to unleash their debut slab of biblical horrors Cascading Misery upon this God-fearing world. One can only wonder what fresh Hell this tome holds.

Thankfully, I know what fresh hell this holds, and it is nasty. With serrated tones and a cavernous boom, Cascading Misery reeks of the same rotted death Incantation made a sensation, doomed and dour in pace and attitude. Yet, it is monstrous, bloodthirsty, and quintessentially evil at the same time, in the same way Replicant often is (“Frozen Marrow”). In six songs spread across 40 minutes, Cascading Misery portrays Ritual Mass as a capable, confident purveyor of anguish trained in the ways of olde death, twisted by the corrupted lore of hellish origin. A lack of distinct identity holds them back, though, as much of this material feels and sounds all too deeply rooted in methods and modes trademarked by the aforementioned legendary acts. Maybe this lands Ritual Mass into the worshipping class of modern revivals, but there’s much potential here for growth and distinction as they develop their sound further.

Much of this potential lies in funereal closer “Disquiet” and blistering tear “Cascading Misery.” In the former—a 14 minute epic of glacial, stripped down doom book-ended by vicious death freakouts—Ritual Mass showcase an unexpected tenderness that belies the violence of the beast that raged relentlessly for 30 minutes prior. This tenderness brings in a new voice, an unexpected dynamic that pulls me into a deep void of sorrow, a kind of sorrow that changes my entire perception of what this record seemed to be up to that point. Consequently, when it breaks in the third quarter into a desperate, screeching howl, I’m not stricken with fear and terror. I’m instead flooded with sympathy and a desire to hold close this wounded creature before me. On the opposite side of the same coin, “Cascading Misery” shreds through flesh, bone, and gristle with a maddened fervor, mercilessly terrorizing everyone and destroying everything around it. A ferocious spirit possesses that track, one that nobody on Earth or in any afterlife could ever hope to quell or heal.

This duality roiling within a single tortured entity is the core of Cascading Misery to these ears, and it’s what Ritual Mass needs to capitalize on further in order to stand out in a crowded musical space. Outside of an outstanding drum performance that routinely elevates every moment of Cascading Misery, it simply takes too long for this debut to showcase something remarkable. The first three tracks lack distinguishing characteristics, both from the cavernous genre that they occupy and within the microcosm of the record itself. Generic riffs, monotonous song structures, and relatively dull doom passages conspire to undermine those great ideas and ample substance contained inside Cascading Misery’s strongest material. This, ultimately, is an issue of consistency. In many ways, Cascading Misery is a perfectly competent, even good record based solely on what’s offered in the first half. However, in light of the presence and clever creativity that characterizes the second half, that perfect competence doesn’t feel so perfect anymore. Instead, it feels like more than just a few missed opportunities.

All things taken into account, Cascading Misery is difficult to rate. On the one hand, Ritual Mass offers a nasty slab of doomed death that deviates modestly, but still notably, away from the stereotypical subject matter. On the other, they don’t take full advantage of their creative juices, choosing to saturate the second half with killer ideas and leaving the first half a bit malnourished. The optimist in me believes wholeheartedly that this only means Ritual Mass left plenty of room for them to grow for their sophomore effort. Let us pray that this turns out to be the case!

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Website: ritualmass.bandcamp.com/music
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

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Viogression – Thaumaturgic Veil Review

By Angry Metal Guy

By: Nameless_n00b_602

For every well-known, successful band, countless similar acts haven’t caught the same break or enjoyed the same recognition.1 For every Thou, there’s an Indian; every Abigail Williams, a Crepuscle; and every Obituary, a Viogression. One of the original but unsung stalwarts of death metal’s earliest days, Viogression formed in 1988 and released a well-received debut, Expound & Exhort, in 1991. The 1992 follow-up, Passage, failed to meet expectations, leading the band to take a three-decade hiatus. Their third full-length, 2022’s 3rd Stage of Decay, was praised for its old-school core and modern flair. Three years and a major lineup shuffle later, they return with their fourth full-length and first self-release, Thaumaturgic Veil. Promising a transcendent discourse on the interconnectivity of infinity and individuality, can this new version of Viogression maintain its momentum and deliver?

Like the good doctor, Vickie Franks, Viogression stitches together the genre’s most recognizable touchstones, but parts of themselves peek through, distinct from their influences. Sole remaining founder and vocalist, Brian DeNeffe, exhumes Obituary and Pestilence for his unintelligible rasps and howls, but employs impressive gutturals and layered screams of his own on “Vulnus Sclopetarium” and “Summon.” Guitarists Lief Larson and Johnathon Ibarra evoke the doomy vibe and disorienting, whip-crack tempo shifts of Autopsy and Asphyx (“Jinx,” “Light Extinguisher”), but the western dust on “Superposition” belongs to Viogression alone. An uncharacteristically twangy chorus and heavy distortion build an atmosphere for a clean, soulful guitar to cut through. Larson, Ibarra, and drummer Erik Schultek halve and double their tempos on “Renumeration” to create a pace both consistent and in flux. Punky album high point, “Pummeled,” sees DeNeffe acting as a rare counterpoint for a jazz-infused solo.2 These moments showcase the band’s excellent synthesis of influence and individuality when the stitches hold and the heart pumps strongly.

But the stitches don’t always hold; Thaumaturgic Veil suffers from indiscretionary inclusion, or poor compositional choices. Bassist Jason Hellman provides Cannibal Corpse-esque hooks (“Jinx,” “Travesty öv Darkness”) and a palpable heft to the album, but his performance often feels like parody. The opening basslines of “Superposition” and “As the Light Fades” plod and meander in ways that recall the tongue-in-cheek parts of Green Day’s catalogue. A recurring nasally guitar tone tries to instill unease but is instead repetitive and annoying (“Jinx,” “As the Light Fades”). “Eaten by Flies” invokes Polka and, like “Superposition” and “Summon,” is paratactical in its lyrical delivery, imitating amateur slam poetry. This disharmonious construction hamstrings Viogression’s ability to cultivate the philosophical and contemplative tone their subject matter requires.

Even with more consistent songwriting, Thaumaturgic Veil would still feel stitched together and disjointed. The album presents less as a coherent work and more as a series of vignettes. Each proper track (save closer, “Light Extinguisher”) is paired with an intro, giving the sensation of moving from painting to painting in a gallery rather than viewing one grand tapestry. It’s an interesting idea, but it fails for three reasons. First, these intros don’t bleed into their songs. I struggled to find a correlation in these pairings, whether musically, thematically, or lyrically. Second, without stronger connective tissue, these intros only add bloat to a relatively lean record.3 Third, and most damning, they prohibit the listener from building any momentum throughout Thaumaturgic Veil. This start-stop-start-stop structure makes the album feel twice as long as it is and turns every spin into a test of endurance.

While I can applaud the ambition of Thaumaturgic Veil, the execution ultimately falls short. “Pummeled,” “Renumeration,” and “Vulnus Sclopetarium” show that Viogression has the chops to write and perform a great, concise album, but uneven songwriting quality and an interrupted flow mar what could have been a prime offering from the old guard. Either of these flaws in isolation would have been manageable, but taken together, their impact compounds. There’s potential here, and with tighter threading and a more cohesive structure, I have no doubt Viogression could achieve the recognition they deserve.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: viogression.info | Bandcamp | Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: July 11th, 2025

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1000mods
05.04.2025 Berlin / Columbia Theater

1914
18.03.2025 Berlin / Reset

Alligatoah
08.02.2025 Berlin / Uber Arena

Amenra
24.04.2025 Berlin / Astra

Amyl and the Sniffers
25.06.2025 Berlin / Zitadelle Spandau

Amystery
03.07.2025 Friesack / Freilichtbühne

Arch Enemy
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Asphyx
19.06.2025 Fehrbellin / Protzen Open Air

Atreyu
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21.06.2025 Berlin / Zitadelle Spandau

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BABYMETAL
17.05.2025 Berlin / Velodrom

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Altar of Betelgeuze – Echoes Review

By Dear Hollow

My experience in the doomier side of death metal is skewed. While many of the olde drank deep of the greats in the canon of Incantation, Asphyx, or diSEMBOWELMENT, my first experiences in the low and slow were Saturnus, Swallow the Sun, and Evoken’s more contemporary fare.1 One classic album that did speak to me in hushed whispers through its grimy and thickly menacing approach to death metal was Winter’s sole 1990 LP Into Darkness. A similar harbinger of the sound like many of the above, it relied more on death metal than doom, utilizing the latter only to bring out the sickness with each movement. Finland’s Altar of Betelgeuze utilizes this classic template of riff-first fed headfirst into the doom machine, but they do so by adding a slight green fuzz to their proceedings.

Echoes is the quartet’s third full-length since the act’s conception in 2010. While featuring the armaments and cavernous bellows of Incantation or Winter, it also is armed with a stoner doom fuzz and vocal influence from Candlemass. However, you can be sure that the “married iguana” haze does not subtract from Altar of Betelgeuze’s intention of crushing your skull in. Each of Echoes’ tracks features thick and punishing riffs with charismatic death metal vocal performances, with a fuzzy sprawl reminiscent of acts like Weedeater and Om. Ultimately, Echoes is by no means a genre-defining or challenging album, but it finds Altar of Betelgeuze tapping into earthmoving heaviness.

There are no frills on Echoes – no fancy-ass intros, ambient interludes, or atmospheric pretense. Altar of Betelgeuze wastes no time hitting you with a skull-crushing riff in opener “On the Verge,” a pummeling affair of mammoth echoing drums, thick riffs with a gritty undertone, and hellish bellows commanding the movements. This punishment continues in “Embrace the Flames,” a more upbeat precipice of death metal. “Conclusion” offers a more crawling and sprawling stoner approach, dwelling in a subtle plucking style that capitalizes on the riff – a torch that “A Reflection” carries on with more fuzzy riffs and drawling leads. The title track is the album climax, a patient nine-minute odyssey that never lets up on its density, its stoner influence weaponized to saturate every negative space. Altar of Betelgeuze’s no-frills approach, combined with its mammoth production unafraid of grit or grime, makes for Echoes to be a force to be reckoned with.

Two tracks that call the album into question are not due to lack of quality, but simply their placement, namely alongside the highlight “Echoes.” Case in point, “Salvation” is by no means a poor track, but its jarring stoner-doom focus and Candlemass-esque barked vocals with a stark lack of death metal make its relatively toothless sound forgettable. Similarly, and more problematic, “Fading Light” must attempt to take up the mantle after “Echoes,” but its replication of the previously focused riffs pales in comparison due its sudden lack of exploratory songwriting, making its inclusion questionable. At least “Salvation” is a unique inclusion in stoner fuzz and barked vocals, while “Fading Light” feels almost entirely unnecessary. On a nitpicking level, “Conclusion” may feel underwhelming after “On the Verge,” while “A Reflection” is its weaker and more forgettable version. Although commanding, the vocals of Matias Nastolin are just a tad too loud in the mix, somewhat drowning out the riffs periodically.

Even if my perception of death/doom is skewed, I still had a great time with Echoes. Altar of Betelgeuze doesn’t pretend to be the best thing since Incantation. The trio offers a slow-motion beatdown that will get your head bobbing in a doom-centric style that doesn’t feel too slow, but rather finds the sweet spot of tempos that capitalizes upon the groove. Featuring a nice set of tracks that neatly weaponize stoner and traditional doom in ways that saturate rather than dominate, the focus is refreshingly straightforward and tastefully pummeling. Playing it close to the vest until the epic “Echoes,” Altar of Betelgeuze offers not the next chapter of doom, but a reason why people love it.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: altarofbetelgeuze.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/AoBofficial
Releases Worldwide: March 22nd, 2024

#2024 #30 #AltarOfBetelgeuze #Asphyx #Candlemass #DeathMetal #DeathDoomMetal #diSEMBOWELMENT #DoomMetal #Echoes #Evoken #FinnishMetal #Incantation #Mar24 #Om #Review #Reviews #Saturnus #SelfRelease #StonerDoomMetal #SwallowTheSun #Weedeater #Winter

Altar of Betelgeuze – Echoes Review

By Dear Hollow

My experience in the doomier side of death metal is skewed. While many of the olde drank deep of the greats in the canon of Incantation, Asphyx, or diSEMBOWELMENT, my first experiences in the low and slow were Saturnus, Swallow the Sun, and Evoken’s more contemporary fare.1 One classic album that did speak to me in hushed whispers through its grimy and thickly menacing approach to death metal was Winter’s sole 1990 LP Into Darkness. A similar harbinger of the sound like many of the above, it relied more on death metal than doom, utilizing the latter only to bring out the sickness with each movement. Finland’s Altar of Betelgeuze utilizes this classic template of riff-first fed headfirst into the doom machine, but they do so by adding a slight green fuzz to their proceedings.

Echoes is the quartet’s third full-length since the act’s conception in 2010. While featuring the armaments and cavernous bellows of Incantation or Winter, it also is armed with a stoner doom fuzz and vocal influence from Candlemass. However, you can be sure that the “married iguana” haze does not subtract from Altar of Betelgeuze’s intention of crushing your skull in. Each of Echoes’ tracks features thick and punishing riffs with charismatic death metal vocal performances, with a fuzzy sprawl reminiscent of acts like Weedeater and Om. Ultimately, Echoes is by no means a genre-defining or challenging album, but it finds Altar of Betelgeuze tapping into earthmoving heaviness.

There are no frills on Echoes – no fancy-ass intros, ambient interludes, or atmospheric pretense. Altar of Betelgeuze wastes no time hitting you with a skull-crushing riff in opener “On the Verge,” a pummeling affair of mammoth echoing drums, thick riffs with a gritty undertone, and hellish bellows commanding the movements. This punishment continues in “Embrace the Flames,” a more upbeat precipice of death metal. “Conclusion” offers a more crawling and sprawling stoner approach, dwelling in a subtle plucking style that capitalizes on the riff – a torch that “A Reflection” carries on with more fuzzy riffs and drawling leads. The title track is the album climax, a patient nine-minute odyssey that never lets up on its density, its stoner influence weaponized to saturate every negative space. Altar of Betelgeuze’s no-frills approach, combined with its mammoth production unafraid of grit or grime, makes for Echoes to be a force to be reckoned with.

Two tracks that call the album into question are not due to lack of quality, but simply their placement, namely alongside the highlight “Echoes.” Case in point, “Salvation” is by no means a poor track, but its jarring stoner-doom focus and Candlemass-esque barked vocals with a stark lack of death metal make its relatively toothless sound forgettable. Similarly, and more problematic, “Fading Light” must attempt to take up the mantle after “Echoes,” but its replication of the previously focused riffs pales in comparison due its sudden lack of exploratory songwriting, making its inclusion questionable. At least “Salvation” is a unique inclusion in stoner fuzz and barked vocals, while “Fading Light” feels almost entirely unnecessary. On a nitpicking level, “Conclusion” may feel underwhelming after “On the Verge,” while “A Reflection” is its weaker and more forgettable version. Although commanding, the vocals of Matias Nastolin are just a tad too loud in the mix, somewhat drowning out the riffs periodically.

Even if my perception of death/doom is skewed, I still had a great time with Echoes. Altar of Betelgeuze doesn’t pretend to be the best thing since Incantation. The trio offers a slow-motion beatdown that will get your head bobbing in a doom-centric style that doesn’t feel too slow, but rather finds the sweet spot of tempos that capitalizes upon the groove. Featuring a nice set of tracks that neatly weaponize stoner and traditional doom in ways that saturate rather than dominate, the focus is refreshingly straightforward and tastefully pummeling. Playing it close to the vest until the epic “Echoes,” Altar of Betelgeuze offers not the next chapter of doom, but a reason why people love it.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: altarofbetelgeuze.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/AoBofficial
Releases Worldwide: March 22nd, 2024

#2024 #30 #AltarOfBetelgeuze #Asphyx #Candlemass #DeathMetal #DeathDoomMetal #diSEMBOWELMENT #DoomMetal #Echoes #Evoken #FinnishMetal #Incantation #Mar24 #Om #Review #Reviews #Saturnus #SelfRelease #StonerDoomMetal #SwallowTheSun #Weedeater #Winter

Altar of Betelgeuze – Echoes Review

By Dear Hollow

My experience in the doomier side of death metal is skewed. While many of the olde drank deep of the greats in the canon of Incantation, Asphyx, or diSEMBOWELMENT, my first experiences in the low and slow were Saturnus, Swallow the Sun, and Evoken’s more contemporary fare.1 One classic album that did speak to me in hushed whispers through its grimy and thickly menacing approach to death metal was Winter’s sole 1990 LP Into Darkness. A similar harbinger of the sound like many of the above, it relied more on death metal than doom, utilizing the latter only to bring out the sickness with each movement. Finland’s Altar of Betelgeuze utilizes this classic template of riff-first fed headfirst into the doom machine, but they do so by adding a slight green fuzz to their proceedings.

Echoes is the quartet’s third full-length since the act’s conception in 2010. While featuring the armaments and cavernous bellows of Incantation or Winter, it also is armed with a stoner doom fuzz and vocal influence from Candlemass. However, you can be sure that the “married iguana” haze does not subtract from Altar of Betelgeuze’s intention of crushing your skull in. Each of Echoes’ tracks features thick and punishing riffs with charismatic death metal vocal performances, with a fuzzy sprawl reminiscent of acts like Weedeater and Om. Ultimately, Echoes is by no means a genre-defining or challenging album, but it finds Altar of Betelgeuze tapping into earthmoving heaviness.

There are no frills on Echoes – no fancy-ass intros, ambient interludes, or atmospheric pretense. Altar of Betelgeuze wastes no time hitting you with a skull-crushing riff in opener “On the Verge,” a pummeling affair of mammoth echoing drums, thick riffs with a gritty undertone, and hellish bellows commanding the movements. This punishment continues in “Embrace the Flames,” a more upbeat precipice of death metal. “Conclusion” offers a more crawling and sprawling stoner approach, dwelling in a subtle plucking style that capitalizes on the riff – a torch that “A Reflection” carries on with more fuzzy riffs and drawling leads. The title track is the album climax, a patient nine-minute odyssey that never lets up on its density, its stoner influence weaponized to saturate every negative space. Altar of Betelgeuze’s no-frills approach, combined with its mammoth production unafraid of grit or grime, makes for Echoes to be a force to be reckoned with.

Two tracks that call the album into question are not due to lack of quality, but simply their placement, namely alongside the highlight “Echoes.” Case in point, “Salvation” is by no means a poor track, but its jarring stoner-doom focus and Candlemass-esque barked vocals with a stark lack of death metal make its relatively toothless sound forgettable. Similarly, and more problematic, “Fading Light” must attempt to take up the mantle after “Echoes,” but its replication of the previously focused riffs pales in comparison due its sudden lack of exploratory songwriting, making its inclusion questionable. At least “Salvation” is a unique inclusion in stoner fuzz and barked vocals, while “Fading Light” feels almost entirely unnecessary. On a nitpicking level, “Conclusion” may feel underwhelming after “On the Verge,” while “A Reflection” is its weaker and more forgettable version. Although commanding, the vocals of Matias Nastolin are just a tad too loud in the mix, somewhat drowning out the riffs periodically.

Even if my perception of death/doom is skewed, I still had a great time with Echoes. Altar of Betelgeuze doesn’t pretend to be the best thing since Incantation. The trio offers a slow-motion beatdown that will get your head bobbing in a doom-centric style that doesn’t feel too slow, but rather finds the sweet spot of tempos that capitalizes upon the groove. Featuring a nice set of tracks that neatly weaponize stoner and traditional doom in ways that saturate rather than dominate, the focus is refreshingly straightforward and tastefully pummeling. Playing it close to the vest until the epic “Echoes,” Altar of Betelgeuze offers not the next chapter of doom, but a reason why people love it.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: altarofbetelgeuze.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/AoBofficial
Releases Worldwide: March 22nd, 2024

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