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Stuck in the Filter: August 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

The heat persists, but now the humidity comes in full force as storm systems wreak havoc upon the coasts. I hide in my cramped closet of an office, lest I be washed out once again by an unsuspecting deluge. However, I still send my minions out into the facility, bound by duty to search for those metallic scraps on which we feast.

Fortuitously, most all of those imps I sent out came back alive, and with wares! BEHOLD!

Kenstrosity’s Galactic Gremlin

Silent Millenia // Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil [August 26th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Have you ever seen such a delightfully cheesy cover? Probably, but it’s been a while for me. I bought Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil, the second raw symphonic black metal opus from Finnish one-man act Silent Millenia, on the strength of the artwork alone. Little did I know that what lay beyond this crimson veil was some of the most fun melodic black metal this side of Moonlight Sorcery. The same low-fi roughness that personifies Old Nick’s work grounds Silent Millenia’s starbound songwriting as it traverses the universe with an energetic punch reminiscent of Emperor or Stormkeep (“Awaken the Celestial Spell,” “Daemonic Mastery”). To help differentiate Silent Millenia’s sound from that of their peers, a gothic atmosphere ensorcells much of this material to great effect, merging eerie Victorian melodies with galactic adventurism in an unlikely pair (“Enthrone the Spectral”). Swirling synths and sparkling twinkles abound as well, creating blissful moments of interest as frosty tremolos and piercing blasts take full advantage of the false sense of security those entrancing clouds of synthetic instrumentation create (“Benighted Path to Darkness Mysterium,” “Reign in Cosmic Majesty”). Simply put, Celestial Twilight is an unexpected gem of a symphonic black metal record, bursting with killer ideas and infinite levels of raw, unabashed fun. You should hear it!

Kronos’ Unexpected Unearthments

Street Sects // Dry Drunk [August 15th, 2025 – Self Release]

Dry Drunk sticks to your inner surfaces, draining down like cigarette tar along paralyzed cilia to pool in your lungs until the cells themselves foment rebellion. Once it’s in you, you feel paranoid, wretched, and alone. So it’s the proper follow-up to Street Sects’ visionary debut, End Position. Like that record, Dry Drunk plumbs the most mundane and unsavory gutters of America for a cast of protagonists that it dwells in or dispatches with a mixture of pity and disgust, with vocalist Leo Ashline narrating their violent crimes and self-hatred in a mixture of croons, shrieks, and snarls that cook the air before the speakers into the scent of booze and rotten teeth. And like that record, Shaun Ringsmuth (Glassing) dresses the sets with a fractal litter of snaps, squeals, crashes, gunshots, and grinding electronics, caked in tar and collapsing just as soon as it is swept into a structure. And like End Position, Dry Drunk is a masterpiece. The impeccable six-song stretch from “Love Makes You Fat” through “Riding the Clock” ties you to the bumper and drags you along some of the duo’s most creative side-roads, through the simmering, straightjacketed sludge of “Baker Act” to the chopped-up, smirking electronica of “Eject Button.” Swerving between addled, unintelligible agony and unforgettable anthems, Dry Drunk, like End Position before it is nothing less than the life of a junkie scraped together, heated on a spoon, and injected into your head. Once you’ve taken a hit, you will never be quite the same.

Thus Spoke’s Frightening Fragments

Defacement // Doomed [August 22nd, 2025 – Self Release]

There’s music for every vibe.1 The one Defacement fits is an exclusively extreme metal flavor of moody that is only appreciable by genre fans, made tangibly more eerie by their persistent idiosyncratic use of dark ambient interludes amidst the viciously distorted blackened death. Audiences—and reviewers—tend to disparage these electronic segments, but I’ve always felt their crackling presence increases the analog horror of it all, and rather than being a breather from the intensity, they prolong the nausea, the sense of emptiness, and the abject fearfulness of head-based trauma. This latter concept grows more metaphorical still on Doomed, where the violence is inside the mind, purpose-erasing, and emotionally-detaching. The ambience might be the most sadly beautiful so far (“Mournful,” and “Clouded” especially), and the transitions into nightmarish heaviness arguably the most fluid. And the metal is undoubtedly the most ambitious, dynamic, and magnificent of Defacement’s career, combining their most gruesome dissonance (“Portrait”) with their most bizarrely exuberant guitar melodies (“Unexplainable,” “Unrecognised”). Solos drip tangibly with (emotional) resonance (“Unexplainable,” “Absent”) and there’s not a breath or a moment of wasted space. Yes, the band’s heavier side can suffer from a nagging sense of homogeneous mass, but it remains transporting. While I can appreciate why others do not appreciate Defacement, this is the first of their outings I can truthfully say mesmerised me on first listen.

ClarkKent’s Heated Hymns

Phantom Fire // Phantom Fire [August 8th, 2025 – Edged Circle Productions]

While I waded through the murky depths of the August promo sump, Steel implored me to take the eponymous third album from Phantom Fire. “The AMG commentariat love blackened heavy metal,” he said. I disregarded his advice at my peril, and while I ended up enjoying what I grabbed, it turns out this would have been solid too. Featuring members from Enslaved, Kraków. Hellbutcher, and Aeternus, Phantom Fire play old school speed metal that harks back to the likes of Motörhead and Iron Maiden’s Killers. Thanks to healthy doses of bass and production values that allow the instruments to shine, each song is infused with energetic grooves. The music sounds fresh, crisp, and clear, from the booming drums to Eld’s “blackened” snarls. Early tracks “Eternal Void” and “All For None” show off the catchy blend of simple guitar riffs and a hoppin’ bass accompanied by energetic kit work. While placing a somewhat lengthy instrumental track in the middle of a record usually slows it down, “Fatal Attraction” turns out to be a highlight. It tells a tragic love story involving a motorcycle with nothing but instruments, an engine revving, and some police sirens. The second half of Phantom Fire gets a bit on the weirder side, turning to some stoner and psychedelia. There’s a push and pull between the stoner and Motörhead speed stuff on songs like “Malphas” and “Submersible Pt. 2,” and this blend actually works pretty well. It turns out that they aren’t phantom after all—these guys are truly fire.

Burning Witches // Inquisition [August 22nd, 2025 – Napalm Records]

With six albums in eight years, Swiss quintet Burning Witches has really been burning rubber. While such prolific output in such a short time frame generally spells trouble, Inquisition is a solid piece of heavy/power metal. Burning Witches dabbles in a mix of speedy power metal and mid-tempo heavy metal, often sounding like ’80s stalwarts Judas Priest and Def Leppard. With Laura Guldemond’s gruff voice, they produce a more weighty, less happy version of power metal than the likes of Fellowship or Frozen Crown. While the songs stick to formulaic structures, tempo shifts from song to song help keep things from growing stale. We see this variety right from the get-go, where “Soul Eater” takes a high-energy approach before moving into the more mellow “Shame.” There’s even a pretty solid ballad, “Release Me,” that grounds the back half of the record. Songs of the sort that Burning Witches write need catchy choruses, and fortunately, they deliver. “High Priestess of the Night” is a particular standout, delivering a knock-out punch in its delivery. It helps that the instrumental parts are well-executed, from crunchy riffs to subdued solos to booming blast beats. Anyone looking for a solid bit of power metal that’s not too heavy on the cheese will find this worth a listen.

Deathhammer // Crimson Dawn [August 29th, 2025 – Hells Headbangers Records]

Celebrating 20 years of blackened speed, Deathhammer drop LP number six with the kind of energy that exhausted parents dread to see in their children at bedtime. This is my first foray with the band, and I am in awe of the relentless level of manic energy they keep throughout Crimson Dawn’s 39 minutes. If science could learn how to harness their energy, we’d have an endless source of renewables. The two-piece out of Norway channels classic Slayer on crack and even has moments reminiscent of Painkiller-era Judas Priest. They play non-stop thrash cranked to 11, with persistent blast beats and some dual guitar parts that leave your head spinning from the rapid-fire directions the riffs fire off in. The heart of the mania is singer Sergeant Salsten. His crazed vocals are amazing—snarling, shouting, and shrieking in a way that took me back to the manic pitch Judge Doom could reach in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? He sings so fast that on the chorus of “Crimson Dawn,” it sounds like he says “Griffindor,” which had me searching confusedly for the Harry Potter tag. This was probably my favorite song, not just because of the Griffindor thing, but because that chorus is so catchy. Either way, it’s tough to pick a standout track because they all grip you by the throat and don’t let go. Crimson Dawn is a ton of fun and a must listen if you like your music fast.

Grin Reaper’s Bountiful Blight

Kallias // Digital Plague [August 14th, 2025 – Self Release]

Machine gun drumming, spacey synths, Morbid Angel-meets-Meshuggah riffing, Turian-esque barking and Voyager-reminiscent vocal melodies…what the fuck is going on here? The only thing more surprising than someone having the moxie to blend all these things together is how well they work in concert. Kallias doesn’t hold back on sophomore album Digital Plague, and the result is a rocket-fueled blast through forty-four minutes of eclectic, addictive prog. The mishmash of styles keeps the album fresh and unpredictable while never dipping its toes in inconsistent waters, and staccato rhythms propel listeners through eight tracks without losing steam. As with any prog metal worth its salt, Kallias brandishes technical prowess, and their cohesion belies the relatively short time they’ve been putting out music.2 The mix is well-suited to spotlight whoever needs it at a given time, whether the bass is purring (“Exogíini Kyriarchía”), the drums are being annihilated (“Pyrrhic Victory”), or a guitar solo nears Pettrucian wankery (“Phenomenal in Theory”). The end result is three-quarters of an hour filled with myriad influences that fuse into a sound all Kallias’s own, and it’s one I’ve returned to several times since discovering (also, credit to MontDoom for his stunning artwork, which helped initially draw my attention). Check it out—you’ll be sick if you avoid this one like the Plague.

Luke’s Kaleidoscopic Kicks

Giant Haze // Cosmic Mother [August 22nd, 2025 – Tonzonen Records]

Whereas many of my colleagues are bracing themselves for cooler conditions and harsh winters to come, in my neck of the woods, things are warming up. While my own wintry August filter proved scarce, there was one particular summery gem to lift moods with burly riffs and fat stoner grooves. Unheralded German act Giant Haze seemingly emerged out of nowhere during a random Bandcamp deep dive. Debut LP Cosmic Mother channels the good old days of ’90s-inspired desert rock, featuring grungy, doomy vibes via a groovy batch of riff-centric, hard-rocking and uplifting jams, evoking the nostalgic spirit of Kyuss, Fu Manchu, Clutch and perhaps even a dash of Danzig. Punching out raucous, groove-soaked hard rockers with skyscraping hooks (“Geographic Gardens Suck,” “King of Tomorrow,” “Panic to Ride”), summery, funk–psych jams (“Sunrise”), and bluesy, punk-infused fireballs (“Crank in Public,” “Shrink Age”) Giant Haze get a lot of things right on this assured debut. The songwriting is deceptively diverse and punchy, bolstered by solid production, tight musicianship, and the swaggering, ever so slightly goofy vocal charms and powerful hooks of frontman Christoph Wollmann. Inevitably, a few rough spots appear, but overall Cosmic Mother showcases oodles of budding potential, an impactful delivery, cheeky sense of humor, and infectious, feel-good songcraft.

Spicie Forrest’s Foraged Fruit

Bask // The Turning [August 22nd, 2025 – Season of Mist]

Last seen in 2019, Bask returns with fourth LP, The Turning, a concept album following The Rider as she and The Traveler traverse the stars. They still peddle the unique blend of stoner rock and Americana Kenstrosity reviewed favorably in 2019, but 2025 sees them looking up for inspiration. The Turning incorporates a distinct cosmic bent (“The Traveler,” “The Turning”) and post-rock structures (“Dig My Heels,” “Unwound”). These augmentations to Bask’s core sound are enhanced by the masterful pedal steel of new official member Jed Willis. Whether floating through the firmament or tilling earthly pastures, Willis creates textures both fresh and intensely nostalgic. The infinite shifting vistas of The Turning’s front half coalesce into singular timeless visions on the back half, supporting its conceptual nature in both content and form. Like a combination of Huntsmen and Somali Yacht Club, Bask weaves riffs and melodies heard across the plains and through the void above with an unguarded authenticity felt in your soul.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Disseminating Discharge

Plasmodulated // An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell [August 1st, 2025 – Personal Records]

Stinky, sticky, slimy—all adjectives that define the ideal death metal platter. Myk Colby has been trying to chase this perfect balance in a reverb-wonky package with projects like the d-beaten Hot Graves and extra hazy Wharflurch, but vile death metal balance is hard to achieve. However, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell contains a recklessly pinched Demilichian riffage, classic piercing whammy bombs, and spook-minded synth ambience that places Plasmodulated with an odor more pungent than its peers. With an infected ear that festers equally with doom-loaded, Incantation-indebted drags (“Gelatinous Mutation ov Brewed Origin,” “Trapped in the Plasmovoid”) and Voivod-on-jenkem cutaways to foul-throated extravagence (“The Final Fuckening”). An air of intelligent tempo design keeps An Ocean from never feeling trapped in a maze of its own fumes, with Colby’s lush and bubbling synth design seguing tumbles into hammering deathly tremolo runs (“Such Rapid Sphacelation”) and Celtic Frosted riff tumbles (“Drowning in Sputum”) alike, all before swirling about his own tattered, trailing vocal sputters. Steady but slippery, elegant yet effluvial, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell provides the necessary noxious pressure to corrode death metal-loving denizens into pure gloops of stained-denim pit worship. Delivered as labeled, Plasmodulated earns its hazardous declaration. We here at AMG are not liable for any OSHA violations that occur as a result of Plasmodulated consumption on the job, though.

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Stuck in the Filter: August 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

The heat persists, but now the humidity comes in full force as storm systems wreak havoc upon the coasts. I hide in my cramped closet of an office, lest I be washed out once again by an unsuspecting deluge. However, I still send my minions out into the facility, bound by duty to search for those metallic scraps on which we feast.

Fortuitously, most all of those imps I sent out came back alive, and with wares! BEHOLD!

Kenstrosity’s Galactic Gremlin

Silent Millenia // Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil [August 26th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Have you ever seen such a delightfully cheesy cover? Probably, but it’s been a while for me. I bought Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil, the second raw symphonic black metal opus from Finnish one-man act Silent Millenia, on the strength of the artwork alone. Little did I know that what lay beyond this crimson veil was some of the most fun melodic black metal this side of Moonlight Sorcery. The same low-fi roughness that personifies Old Nick’s work grounds Silent Millenia’s starbound songwriting as it traverses the universe with an energetic punch reminiscent of Emperor or Stormkeep (“Awaken the Celestial Spell,” “Daemonic Mastery”). To help differentiate Silent Millenia’s sound from that of their peers, a gothic atmosphere ensorcells much of this material to great effect, merging eerie Victorian melodies with galactic adventurism in an unlikely pair (“Enthrone the Spectral”). Swirling synths and sparkling twinkles abound as well, creating blissful moments of interest as frosty tremolos and piercing blasts take full advantage of the false sense of security those entrancing clouds of synthetic instrumentation create (“Benighted Path to Darkness Mysterium,” “Reign in Cosmic Majesty”). Simply put, Celestial Twilight is an unexpected gem of a symphonic black metal record, bursting with killer ideas and infinite levels of raw, unabashed fun. You should hear it!

Kronos’ Unexpected Unearthments

Street Sects // Dry Drunk [August 15th, 2025 – Self Release]

Dry Drunk sticks to your inner surfaces, draining down like cigarette tar along paralyzed cilia to pool in your lungs until the cells themselves foment rebellion. Once it’s in you, you feel paranoid, wretched, and alone. So it’s the proper follow-up to Street Sects’ visionary debut, End Position. Like that record, Dry Drunk plumbs the most mundane and unsavory gutters of America for a cast of protagonists that it dwells in or dispatches with a mixture of pity and disgust, with vocalist Leo Ashline narrating their violent crimes and self-hatred in a mixture of croons, shrieks, and snarls that cook the air before the speakers into the scent of booze and rotten teeth. And like that record, Shaun Ringsmuth (Glassing) dresses the sets with a fractal litter of snaps, squeals, crashes, gunshots, and grinding electronics, caked in tar and collapsing just as soon as it is swept into a structure. And like End Position, Dry Drunk is a masterpiece. The impeccable six-song stretch from “Love Makes You Fat” through “Riding the Clock” ties you to the bumper and drags you along some of the duo’s most creative side-roads, through the simmering, straightjacketed sludge of “Baker Act” to the chopped-up, smirking electronica of “Eject Button.” Swerving between addled, unintelligible agony and unforgettable anthems, Dry Drunk, like End Position before it is nothing less than the life of a junkie scraped together, heated on a spoon, and injected into your head. Once you’ve taken a hit, you will never be quite the same.

Thus Spoke’s Frightening Fragments

Defacement // Doomed [August 22nd, 2025 – Self Release]

There’s music for every vibe.1 The one Defacement fits is an exclusively extreme metal flavor of moody that is only appreciable by genre fans, made tangibly more eerie by their persistent idiosyncratic use of dark ambient interludes amidst the viciously distorted blackened death. Audiences—and reviewers—tend to disparage these electronic segments, but I’ve always felt their crackling presence increases the analog horror of it all, and rather than being a breather from the intensity, they prolong the nausea, the sense of emptiness, and the abject fearfulness of head-based trauma. This latter concept grows more metaphorical still on Doomed, where the violence is inside the mind, purpose-erasing, and emotionally-detaching. The ambience might be the most sadly beautiful so far (“Mournful,” and “Clouded” especially), and the transitions into nightmarish heaviness arguably the most fluid. And the metal is undoubtedly the most ambitious, dynamic, and magnificent of Defacement’s career, combining their most gruesome dissonance (“Portrait”) with their most bizarrely exuberant guitar melodies (“Unexplainable,” “Unrecognised”). Solos drip tangibly with (emotional) resonance (“Unexplainable,” “Absent”) and there’s not a breath or a moment of wasted space. Yes, the band’s heavier side can suffer from a nagging sense of homogeneous mass, but it remains transporting. While I can appreciate why others do not appreciate Defacement, this is the first of their outings I can truthfully say mesmerised me on first listen.

ClarkKent’s Heated Hymns

Phantom Fire // Phantom Fire [August 8th, 2025 – Edged Circle Productions]

While I waded through the murky depths of the August promo sump, Steel implored me to take the eponymous third album from Phantom Fire. “The AMG commentariat love blackened heavy metal,” he said. I disregarded his advice at my peril, and while I ended up enjoying what I grabbed, it turns out this would have been solid too. Featuring members from Enslaved, Kraków. Hellbutcher, and Aeternus, Phantom Fire play old school speed metal that harks back to the likes of Motörhead and Iron Maiden’s Killers. Thanks to healthy doses of bass and production values that allow the instruments to shine, each song is infused with energetic grooves. The music sounds fresh, crisp, and clear, from the booming drums to Eld’s “blackened” snarls. Early tracks “Eternal Void” and “All For None” show off the catchy blend of simple guitar riffs and a hoppin’ bass accompanied by energetic kit work. While placing a somewhat lengthy instrumental track in the middle of a record usually slows it down, “Fatal Attraction” turns out to be a highlight. It tells a tragic love story involving a motorcycle with nothing but instruments, an engine revving, and some police sirens. The second half of Phantom Fire gets a bit on the weirder side, turning to some stoner and psychedelia. There’s a push and pull between the stoner and Motörhead speed stuff on songs like “Malphas” and “Submersible Pt. 2,” and this blend actually works pretty well. It turns out that they aren’t phantom after all—these guys are truly fire.

Burning Witches // Inquisition [August 22nd, 2025 – Napalm Records]

With six albums in eight years, Swiss quintet Burning Witches has really been burning rubber. While such prolific output in such a short time frame generally spells trouble, Inquisition is a solid piece of heavy/power metal. Burning Witches dabbles in a mix of speedy power metal and mid-tempo heavy metal, often sounding like ’80s stalwarts Judas Priest and Def Leppard. With Laura Guldemond’s gruff voice, they produce a more weighty, less happy version of power metal than the likes of Fellowship or Frozen Crown. While the songs stick to formulaic structures, tempo shifts from song to song help keep things from growing stale. We see this variety right from the get-go, where “Soul Eater” takes a high-energy approach before moving into the more mellow “Shame.” There’s even a pretty solid ballad, “Release Me,” that grounds the back half of the record. Songs of the sort that Burning Witches write need catchy choruses, and fortunately, they deliver. “High Priestess of the Night” is a particular standout, delivering a knock-out punch in its delivery. It helps that the instrumental parts are well-executed, from crunchy riffs to subdued solos to booming blast beats. Anyone looking for a solid bit of power metal that’s not too heavy on the cheese will find this worth a listen.

Deathhammer // Crimson Dawn [August 29th, 2025 – Hells Headbangers Records]

Celebrating 20 years of blackened speed, Deathhammer drop LP number six with the kind of energy that exhausted parents dread to see in their children at bedtime. This is my first foray with the band, and I am in awe of the relentless level of manic energy they keep throughout Crimson Dawn’s 39 minutes. If science could learn how to harness their energy, we’d have an endless source of renewables. The two-piece out of Norway channels classic Slayer on crack and even has moments reminiscent of Painkiller-era Judas Priest. They play non-stop thrash cranked to 11, with persistent blast beats and some dual guitar parts that leave your head spinning from the rapid-fire directions the riffs fire off in. The heart of the mania is singer Sergeant Salsten. His crazed vocals are amazing—snarling, shouting, and shrieking in a way that took me back to the manic pitch Judge Doom could reach in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? He sings so fast that on the chorus of “Crimson Dawn,” it sounds like he says “Griffindor,” which had me searching confusedly for the Harry Potter tag. This was probably my favorite song, not just because of the Griffindor thing, but because that chorus is so catchy. Either way, it’s tough to pick a standout track because they all grip you by the throat and don’t let go. Crimson Dawn is a ton of fun and a must listen if you like your music fast.

Grin Reaper’s Bountiful Blight

Kallias // Digital Plague [August 14th, 2025 – Self Release]

Machine gun drumming, spacey synths, Morbid Angel-meets-Meshuggah riffing, Turian-esque barking and Voyager-reminiscent vocal melodies…what the fuck is going on here? The only thing more surprising than someone having the moxie to blend all these things together is how well they work in concert. Kallias doesn’t hold back on sophomore album Digital Plague, and the result is a rocket-fueled blast through forty-four minutes of eclectic, addictive prog. The mishmash of styles keeps the album fresh and unpredictable while never dipping its toes in inconsistent waters, and staccato rhythms propel listeners through eight tracks without losing steam. As with any prog metal worth its salt, Kallias brandishes technical prowess, and their cohesion belies the relatively short time they’ve been putting out music.2 The mix is well-suited to spotlight whoever needs it at a given time, whether the bass is purring (“Exogíini Kyriarchía”), the drums are being annihilated (“Pyrrhic Victory”), or a guitar solo nears Pettrucian wankery (“Phenomenal in Theory”). The end result is three-quarters of an hour filled with myriad influences that fuse into a sound all Kallias’s own, and it’s one I’ve returned to several times since discovering (also, credit to MontDoom for his stunning artwork, which helped initially draw my attention). Check it out—you’ll be sick if you avoid this one like the Plague.

Luke’s Kaleidoscopic Kicks

Giant Haze // Cosmic Mother [August 22nd, 2025 – Tonzonen Records]

Whereas many of my colleagues are bracing themselves for cooler conditions and harsh winters to come, in my neck of the woods, things are warming up. While my own wintry August filter proved scarce, there was one particular summery gem to lift moods with burly riffs and fat stoner grooves. Unheralded German act Giant Haze seemingly emerged out of nowhere during a random Bandcamp deep dive. Debut LP Cosmic Mother channels the good old days of ’90s-inspired desert rock, featuring grungy, doomy vibes via a groovy batch of riff-centric, hard-rocking and uplifting jams, evoking the nostalgic spirit of Kyuss, Fu Manchu, Clutch and perhaps even a dash of Danzig. Punching out raucous, groove-soaked hard rockers with skyscraping hooks (“Geographic Gardens Suck,” “King of Tomorrow,” “Panic to Ride”), summery, funk–psych jams (“Sunrise”), and bluesy, punk-infused fireballs (“Crank in Public,” “Shrink Age”) Giant Haze get a lot of things right on this assured debut. The songwriting is deceptively diverse and punchy, bolstered by solid production, tight musicianship, and the swaggering, ever so slightly goofy vocal charms and powerful hooks of frontman Christoph Wollmann. Inevitably, a few rough spots appear, but overall Cosmic Mother showcases oodles of budding potential, an impactful delivery, cheeky sense of humor, and infectious, feel-good songcraft.

Spicie Forrest’s Foraged Fruit

Bask // The Turning [August 22nd, 2025 – Season of Mist]

Last seen in 2019, Bask returns with fourth LP, The Turning, a concept album following The Rider as she and The Traveler traverse the stars. They still peddle the unique blend of stoner rock and Americana Kenstrosity reviewed favorably in 2019, but 2025 sees them looking up for inspiration. The Turning incorporates a distinct cosmic bent (“The Traveler,” “The Turning”) and post-rock structures (“Dig My Heels,” “Unwound”). These augmentations to Bask’s core sound are enhanced by the masterful pedal steel of new official member Jed Willis. Whether floating through the firmament or tilling earthly pastures, Willis creates textures both fresh and intensely nostalgic. The infinite shifting vistas of The Turning’s front half coalesce into singular timeless visions on the back half, supporting its conceptual nature in both content and form. Like a combination of Huntsmen and Somali Yacht Club, Bask weaves riffs and melodies heard across the plains and through the void above with an unguarded authenticity felt in your soul.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Disseminating Discharge

Plasmodulated // An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell [August 1st, 2025 – Personal Records]

Stinky, sticky, slimy—all adjectives that define the ideal death metal platter. Myk Colby has been trying to chase this perfect balance in a reverb-wonky package with projects like the d-beaten Hot Graves and extra hazy Wharflurch, but vile death metal balance is hard to achieve. However, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell contains a recklessly pinched Demilichian riffage, classic piercing whammy bombs, and spook-minded synth ambience that places Plasmodulated with an odor more pungent than its peers. With an infected ear that festers equally with doom-loaded, Incantation-indebted drags (“Gelatinous Mutation ov Brewed Origin,” “Trapped in the Plasmovoid”) and Voivod-on-jenkem cutaways to foul-throated extravagence (“The Final Fuckening”). An air of intelligent tempo design keeps An Ocean from never feeling trapped in a maze of its own fumes, with Colby’s lush and bubbling synth design seguing tumbles into hammering deathly tremolo runs (“Such Rapid Sphacelation”) and Celtic Frosted riff tumbles (“Drowning in Sputum”) alike, all before swirling about his own tattered, trailing vocal sputters. Steady but slippery, elegant yet effluvial, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell provides the necessary noxious pressure to corrode death metal-loving denizens into pure gloops of stained-denim pit worship. Delivered as labeled, Plasmodulated earns its hazardous declaration. We here at AMG are not liable for any OSHA violations that occur as a result of Plasmodulated consumption on the job, though.

#2025 #Aeternus #AmericanMetal #Americana #AnOceanOvPutridStinkyVileDisgustingHell #Aug25 #Bask #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #BurningWitches #CelestialTwilightBeyondTheCrimsonVeil #CelticFrost #Clutch #CosmicMother #CrimsonDawn #Danzig #DarkAmbient #DeathMetal #Deathhammer #DefLeppard #Defacement #Demilich #DigitalPlague #Doomed #DryDrunk #DutchMetal #EdgedCircleProductions #Emperor #Enslaved #Fellship #FinnishMetal #FrozenCrown #FuManchu #GermanMetal #GiantHaze #Glassing #Hardcore #HeavyMetal #Hellbutcher #HellsHeadbangersRecords #HotGraves #Huntsmen #Incantation #Inquisition #IronMaiden #JudasPriest #Kallias #Kraków #Kyuss #MelodicBlackMetal #Meshuggah #MoonlightSorcery #MorbidAngel #Motörhead #NapalmRecords #NorwegianMetal #OldNick #PersonalRecords #PhantomFire #Plasmodulated #PowerMetal #ProgressiveDeathMetal #RawBlackMetal #Review #Reviews #SelfRelease #SilentMillenia #Slayer #Sludge #SludgeMetal #SomaliYachtClub #SpeedMetal #StonerRock #Stormkeep #StreetSects #StuckInTheFilter #StuckInTheFilter2025 #SwissMetal #SymphonicBlackMetal #TechnicalDeathMetal #TheTurning #TonzonenRecords #Turian #Voivod #Voyager #Wharflurch

Stuck in the Filter: August 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

The heat persists, but now the humidity comes in full force as storm systems wreak havoc upon the coasts. I hide in my cramped closet of an office, lest I be washed out once again by an unsuspecting deluge. However, I still send my minions out into the facility, bound by duty to search for those metallic scraps on which we feast.

Fortuitously, most all of those imps I sent out came back alive, and with wares! BEHOLD!

Kenstrosity’s Galactic Gremlin

Silent Millenia // Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil [August 26th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Have you ever seen such a delightfully cheesy cover? Probably, but it’s been a while for me. I bought Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil, the second raw symphonic black metal opus from Finnish one-man act Silent Millenia, on the strength of the artwork alone. Little did I know that what lay beyond this crimson veil was some of the most fun melodic black metal this side of Moonlight Sorcery. The same low-fi roughness that personifies Old Nick’s work grounds Silent Millenia’s starbound songwriting as it traverses the universe with an energetic punch reminiscent of Emperor or Stormkeep (“Awaken the Celestial Spell,” “Daemonic Mastery”). To help differentiate Silent Millenia’s sound from that of their peers, a gothic atmosphere ensorcells much of this material to great effect, merging eerie Victorian melodies with galactic adventurism in an unlikely pair (“Enthrone the Spectral”). Swirling synths and sparkling twinkles abound as well, creating blissful moments of interest as frosty tremolos and piercing blasts take full advantage of the false sense of security those entrancing clouds of synthetic instrumentation create (“Benighted Path to Darkness Mysterium,” “Reign in Cosmic Majesty”). Simply put, Celestial Twilight is an unexpected gem of a symphonic black metal record, bursting with killer ideas and infinite levels of raw, unabashed fun. You should hear it!

Kronos’ Unexpected Unearthments

Street Sects // Dry Drunk [August 15th, 2025 – Self Release]

Dry Drunk sticks to your inner surfaces, draining down like cigarette tar along paralyzed cilia to pool in your lungs until the cells themselves foment rebellion. Once it’s in you, you feel paranoid, wretched, and alone. So it’s the proper follow-up to Street Sects’ visionary debut, End Position. Like that record, Dry Drunk plumbs the most mundane and unsavory gutters of America for a cast of protagonists that it dwells in or dispatches with a mixture of pity and disgust, with vocalist Leo Ashline narrating their violent crimes and self-hatred in a mixture of croons, shrieks, and snarls that cook the air before the speakers into the scent of booze and rotten teeth. And like that record, Shaun Ringsmuth (Glassing) dresses the sets with a fractal litter of snaps, squeals, crashes, gunshots, and grinding electronics, caked in tar and collapsing just as soon as it is swept into a structure. And like End Position, Dry Drunk is a masterpiece. The impeccable six-song stretch from “Love Makes You Fat” through “Riding the Clock” ties you to the bumper and drags you along some of the duo’s most creative side-roads, through the simmering, straightjacketed sludge of “Baker Act” to the chopped-up, smirking electronica of “Eject Button.” Swerving between addled, unintelligible agony and unforgettable anthems, Dry Drunk, like End Position before it is nothing less than the life of a junkie scraped together, heated on a spoon, and injected into your head. Once you’ve taken a hit, you will never be quite the same.

Thus Spoke’s Frightening Fragments

Defacement // Doomed [August 22nd, 2025 – Self Release]

There’s music for every vibe.1 The one Defacement fits is an exclusively extreme metal flavor of moody that is only appreciable by genre fans, made tangibly more eerie by their persistent idiosyncratic use of dark ambient interludes amidst the viciously distorted blackened death. Audiences—and reviewers—tend to disparage these electronic segments, but I’ve always felt their crackling presence increases the analog horror of it all, and rather than being a breather from the intensity, they prolong the nausea, the sense of emptiness, and the abject fearfulness of head-based trauma. This latter concept grows more metaphorical still on Doomed, where the violence is inside the mind, purpose-erasing, and emotionally-detaching. The ambience might be the most sadly beautiful so far (“Mournful,” and “Clouded” especially), and the transitions into nightmarish heaviness arguably the most fluid. And the metal is undoubtedly the most ambitious, dynamic, and magnificent of Defacement’s career, combining their most gruesome dissonance (“Portrait”) with their most bizarrely exuberant guitar melodies (“Unexplainable,” “Unrecognised”). Solos drip tangibly with (emotional) resonance (“Unexplainable,” “Absent”) and there’s not a breath or a moment of wasted space. Yes, the band’s heavier side can suffer from a nagging sense of homogeneous mass, but it remains transporting. While I can appreciate why others do not appreciate Defacement, this is the first of their outings I can truthfully say mesmerised me on first listen.

ClarkKent’s Heated Hymns

Phantom Fire // Phantom Fire [August 8th, 2025 – Edged Circle Productions]

While I waded through the murky depths of the August promo sump, Steel implored me to take the eponymous third album from Phantom Fire. “The AMG commentariat love blackened heavy metal,” he said. I disregarded his advice at my peril, and while I ended up enjoying what I grabbed, it turns out this would have been solid too. Featuring members from Enslaved, Kraków. Hellbutcher, and Aeternus, Phantom Fire play old school speed metal that harks back to the likes of Motörhead and Iron Maiden’s Killers. Thanks to healthy doses of bass and production values that allow the instruments to shine, each song is infused with energetic grooves. The music sounds fresh, crisp, and clear, from the booming drums to Eld’s “blackened” snarls. Early tracks “Eternal Void” and “All For None” show off the catchy blend of simple guitar riffs and a hoppin’ bass accompanied by energetic kit work. While placing a somewhat lengthy instrumental track in the middle of a record usually slows it down, “Fatal Attraction” turns out to be a highlight. It tells a tragic love story involving a motorcycle with nothing but instruments, an engine revving, and some police sirens. The second half of Phantom Fire gets a bit on the weirder side, turning to some stoner and psychedelia. There’s a push and pull between the stoner and Motörhead speed stuff on songs like “Malphas” and “Submersible Pt. 2,” and this blend actually works pretty well. It turns out that they aren’t phantom after all—these guys are truly fire.

Burning Witches // Inquisition [August 22nd, 2025 – Napalm Records]

With six albums in eight years, Swiss quintet Burning Witches has really been burning rubber. While such prolific output in such a short time frame generally spells trouble, Inquisition is a solid piece of heavy/power metal. Burning Witches dabbles in a mix of speedy power metal and mid-tempo heavy metal, often sounding like ’80s stalwarts Judas Priest and Def Leppard. With Laura Guldemond’s gruff voice, they produce a more weighty, less happy version of power metal than the likes of Fellowship or Frozen Crown. While the songs stick to formulaic structures, tempo shifts from song to song help keep things from growing stale. We see this variety right from the get-go, where “Soul Eater” takes a high-energy approach before moving into the more mellow “Shame.” There’s even a pretty solid ballad, “Release Me,” that grounds the back half of the record. Songs of the sort that Burning Witches write need catchy choruses, and fortunately, they deliver. “High Priestess of the Night” is a particular standout, delivering a knock-out punch in its delivery. It helps that the instrumental parts are well-executed, from crunchy riffs to subdued solos to booming blast beats. Anyone looking for a solid bit of power metal that’s not too heavy on the cheese will find this worth a listen.

Deathhammer // Crimson Dawn [August 29th, 2025 – Hells Headbangers Records]

Celebrating 20 years of blackened speed, Deathhammer drop LP number six with the kind of energy that exhausted parents dread to see in their children at bedtime. This is my first foray with the band, and I am in awe of the relentless level of manic energy they keep throughout Crimson Dawn’s 39 minutes. If science could learn how to harness their energy, we’d have an endless source of renewables. The two-piece out of Norway channels classic Slayer on crack and even has moments reminiscent of Painkiller-era Judas Priest. They play non-stop thrash cranked to 11, with persistent blast beats and some dual guitar parts that leave your head spinning from the rapid-fire directions the riffs fire off in. The heart of the mania is singer Sergeant Salsten. His crazed vocals are amazing—snarling, shouting, and shrieking in a way that took me back to the manic pitch Judge Doom could reach in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? He sings so fast that on the chorus of “Crimson Dawn,” it sounds like he says “Griffindor,” which had me searching confusedly for the Harry Potter tag. This was probably my favorite song, not just because of the Griffindor thing, but because that chorus is so catchy. Either way, it’s tough to pick a standout track because they all grip you by the throat and don’t let go. Crimson Dawn is a ton of fun and a must listen if you like your music fast.

Grin Reaper’s Bountiful Blight

Kallias // Digital Plague [August 14th, 2025 – Self Release]

Machine gun drumming, spacey synths, Morbid Angel-meets-Meshuggah riffing, Turian-esque barking and Voyager-reminiscent vocal melodies…what the fuck is going on here? The only thing more surprising than someone having the moxie to blend all these things together is how well they work in concert. Kallias doesn’t hold back on sophomore album Digital Plague, and the result is a rocket-fueled blast through forty-four minutes of eclectic, addictive prog. The mishmash of styles keeps the album fresh and unpredictable while never dipping its toes in inconsistent waters, and staccato rhythms propel listeners through eight tracks without losing steam. As with any prog metal worth its salt, Kallias brandishes technical prowess, and their cohesion belies the relatively short time they’ve been putting out music.2 The mix is well-suited to spotlight whoever needs it at a given time, whether the bass is purring (“Exogíini Kyriarchía”), the drums are being annihilated (“Pyrrhic Victory”), or a guitar solo nears Pettrucian wankery (“Phenomenal in Theory”). The end result is three-quarters of an hour filled with myriad influences that fuse into a sound all Kallias’s own, and it’s one I’ve returned to several times since discovering (also, credit to MontDoom for his stunning artwork, which helped initially draw my attention). Check it out—you’ll be sick if you avoid this one like the Plague.

Luke’s Kaleidoscopic Kicks

Giant Haze // Cosmic Mother [August 22nd, 2025 – Tonzonen Records]

Whereas many of my colleagues are bracing themselves for cooler conditions and harsh winters to come, in my neck of the woods, things are warming up. While my own wintry August filter proved scarce, there was one particular summery gem to lift moods with burly riffs and fat stoner grooves. Unheralded German act Giant Haze seemingly emerged out of nowhere during a random Bandcamp deep dive. Debut LP Cosmic Mother channels the good old days of ’90s-inspired desert rock, featuring grungy, doomy vibes via a groovy batch of riff-centric, hard-rocking and uplifting jams, evoking the nostalgic spirit of Kyuss, Fu Manchu, Clutch and perhaps even a dash of Danzig. Punching out raucous, groove-soaked hard rockers with skyscraping hooks (“Geographic Gardens Suck,” “King of Tomorrow,” “Panic to Ride”), summery, funk–psych jams (“Sunrise”), and bluesy, punk-infused fireballs (“Crank in Public,” “Shrink Age”) Giant Haze get a lot of things right on this assured debut. The songwriting is deceptively diverse and punchy, bolstered by solid production, tight musicianship, and the swaggering, ever so slightly goofy vocal charms and powerful hooks of frontman Christoph Wollmann. Inevitably, a few rough spots appear, but overall Cosmic Mother showcases oodles of budding potential, an impactful delivery, cheeky sense of humor, and infectious, feel-good songcraft.

Spicie Forrest’s Foraged Fruit

Bask // The Turning [August 22nd, 2025 – Season of Mist]

Last seen in 2019, Bask returns with fourth LP, The Turning, a concept album following The Rider as she and The Traveler traverse the stars. They still peddle the unique blend of stoner rock and Americana Kenstrosity reviewed favorably in 2019, but 2025 sees them looking up for inspiration. The Turning incorporates a distinct cosmic bent (“The Traveler,” “The Turning”) and post-rock structures (“Dig My Heels,” “Unwound”). These augmentations to Bask’s core sound are enhanced by the masterful pedal steel of new official member Jed Willis. Whether floating through the firmament or tilling earthly pastures, Willis creates textures both fresh and intensely nostalgic. The infinite shifting vistas of The Turning’s front half coalesce into singular timeless visions on the back half, supporting its conceptual nature in both content and form. Like a combination of Huntsmen and Somali Yacht Club, Bask weaves riffs and melodies heard across the plains and through the void above with an unguarded authenticity felt in your soul.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Disseminating Discharge

Plasmodulated // An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell [August 1st, 2025 – Personal Records]

Stinky, sticky, slimy—all adjectives that define the ideal death metal platter. Myk Colby has been trying to chase this perfect balance in a reverb-wonky package with projects like the d-beaten Hot Graves and extra hazy Wharflurch, but vile death metal balance is hard to achieve. However, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell contains a recklessly pinched Demilichian riffage, classic piercing whammy bombs, and spook-minded synth ambience that places Plasmodulated with an odor more pungent than its peers. With an infected ear that festers equally with doom-loaded, Incantation-indebted drags (“Gelatinous Mutation ov Brewed Origin,” “Trapped in the Plasmovoid”) and Voivod-on-jenkem cutaways to foul-throated extravagence (“The Final Fuckening”). An air of intelligent tempo design keeps An Ocean from never feeling trapped in a maze of its own fumes, with Colby’s lush and bubbling synth design seguing tumbles into hammering deathly tremolo runs (“Such Rapid Sphacelation”) and Celtic Frosted riff tumbles (“Drowning in Sputum”) alike, all before swirling about his own tattered, trailing vocal sputters. Steady but slippery, elegant yet effluvial, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell provides the necessary noxious pressure to corrode death metal-loving denizens into pure gloops of stained-denim pit worship. Delivered as labeled, Plasmodulated earns its hazardous declaration. We here at AMG are not liable for any OSHA violations that occur as a result of Plasmodulated consumption on the job, though.

#2025 #Aeternus #AmericanMetal #Americana #AnOceanOvPutridStinkyVileDisgustingHell #Aug25 #Bask #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #BurningWitches #CelestialTwilightBeyondTheCrimsonVeil #CelticFrost #Clutch #CosmicMother #CrimsonDawn #Danzig #DarkAmbient #DeathMetal #Deathhammer #DefLeppard #Defacement #Demilich #DigitalPlague #Doomed #DryDrunk #DutchMetal #EdgedCircleProductions #Emperor #Enslaved #Fellship #FinnishMetal #FrozenCrown #FuManchu #GermanMetal #GiantHaze #Glassing #Hardcore #HeavyMetal #Hellbutcher #HellsHeadbangersRecords #HotGraves #Huntsmen #Incantation #Inquisition #IronMaiden #JudasPriest #Kallias #Kraków #Kyuss #MelodicBlackMetal #Meshuggah #MoonlightSorcery #MorbidAngel #Motörhead #NapalmRecords #NorwegianMetal #OldNick #PersonalRecords #PhantomFire #Plasmodulated #PowerMetal #ProgressiveDeathMetal #RawBlackMetal #Review #Reviews #SelfRelease #SilentMillenia #Slayer #Sludge #SludgeMetal #SomaliYachtClub #SpeedMetal #StonerRock #Stormkeep #StreetSects #StuckInTheFilter #StuckInTheFilter2025 #SwissMetal #SymphonicBlackMetal #TechnicalDeathMetal #TheTurning #TonzonenRecords #Turian #Voivod #Voyager #Wharflurch

Stuck in the Filter: August 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

The heat persists, but now the humidity comes in full force as storm systems wreak havoc upon the coasts. I hide in my cramped closet of an office, lest I be washed out once again by an unsuspecting deluge. However, I still send my minions out into the facility, bound by duty to search for those metallic scraps on which we feast.

Fortuitously, most all of those imps I sent out came back alive, and with wares! BEHOLD!

Kenstrosity’s Galactic Gremlin

Silent Millenia // Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil [August 26th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Have you ever seen such a delightfully cheesy cover? Probably, but it’s been a while for me. I bought Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil, the second raw symphonic black metal opus from Finnish one-man act Silent Millenia, on the strength of the artwork alone. Little did I know that what lay beyond this crimson veil was some of the most fun melodic black metal this side of Moonlight Sorcery. The same low-fi roughness that personifies Old Nick’s work grounds Silent Millenia’s starbound songwriting as it traverses the universe with an energetic punch reminiscent of Emperor or Stormkeep (“Awaken the Celestial Spell,” “Daemonic Mastery”). To help differentiate Silent Millenia’s sound from that of their peers, a gothic atmosphere ensorcells much of this material to great effect, merging eerie Victorian melodies with galactic adventurism in an unlikely pair (“Enthrone the Spectral”). Swirling synths and sparkling twinkles abound as well, creating blissful moments of interest as frosty tremolos and piercing blasts take full advantage of the false sense of security those entrancing clouds of synthetic instrumentation create (“Benighted Path to Darkness Mysterium,” “Reign in Cosmic Majesty”). Simply put, Celestial Twilight is an unexpected gem of a symphonic black metal record, bursting with killer ideas and infinite levels of raw, unabashed fun. You should hear it!

Kronos’ Unexpected Unearthments

Street Sects // Dry Drunk [August 15th, 2025 – Self Release]

Dry Drunk sticks to your inner surfaces, draining down like cigarette tar along paralyzed cilia to pool in your lungs until the cells themselves foment rebellion. Once it’s in you, you feel paranoid, wretched, and alone. So it’s the proper follow-up to Street Sects’ visionary debut, End Position. Like that record, Dry Drunk plumbs the most mundane and unsavory gutters of America for a cast of protagonists that it dwells in or dispatches with a mixture of pity and disgust, with vocalist Leo Ashline narrating their violent crimes and self-hatred in a mixture of croons, shrieks, and snarls that cook the air before the speakers into the scent of booze and rotten teeth. And like that record, Shaun Ringsmuth (Glassing) dresses the sets with a fractal litter of snaps, squeals, crashes, gunshots, and grinding electronics, caked in tar and collapsing just as soon as it is swept into a structure. And like End Position, Dry Drunk is a masterpiece. The impeccable six-song stretch from “Love Makes You Fat” through “Riding the Clock” ties you to the bumper and drags you along some of the duo’s most creative side-roads, through the simmering, straightjacketed sludge of “Baker Act” to the chopped-up, smirking electronica of “Eject Button.” Swerving between addled, unintelligible agony and unforgettable anthems, Dry Drunk, like End Position before it is nothing less than the life of a junkie scraped together, heated on a spoon, and injected into your head. Once you’ve taken a hit, you will never be quite the same.

Thus Spoke’s Frightening Fragments

Defacement // Doomed [August 22nd, 2025 – Self Release]

There’s music for every vibe.1 The one Defacement fits is an exclusively extreme metal flavor of moody that is only appreciable by genre fans, made tangibly more eerie by their persistent idiosyncratic use of dark ambient interludes amidst the viciously distorted blackened death. Audiences—and reviewers—tend to disparage these electronic segments, but I’ve always felt their crackling presence increases the analog horror of it all, and rather than being a breather from the intensity, they prolong the nausea, the sense of emptiness, and the abject fearfulness of head-based trauma. This latter concept grows more metaphorical still on Doomed, where the violence is inside the mind, purpose-erasing, and emotionally-detaching. The ambience might be the most sadly beautiful so far (“Mournful,” and “Clouded” especially), and the transitions into nightmarish heaviness arguably the most fluid. And the metal is undoubtedly the most ambitious, dynamic, and magnificent of Defacement’s career, combining their most gruesome dissonance (“Portrait”) with their most bizarrely exuberant guitar melodies (“Unexplainable,” “Unrecognised”). Solos drip tangibly with (emotional) resonance (“Unexplainable,” “Absent”) and there’s not a breath or a moment of wasted space. Yes, the band’s heavier side can suffer from a nagging sense of homogeneous mass, but it remains transporting. While I can appreciate why others do not appreciate Defacement, this is the first of their outings I can truthfully say mesmerised me on first listen.

ClarkKent’s Heated Hymns

Phantom Fire // Phantom Fire [August 8th, 2025 – Edged Circle Productions]

While I waded through the murky depths of the August promo sump, Steel implored me to take the eponymous third album from Phantom Fire. “The AMG commentariat love blackened heavy metal,” he said. I disregarded his advice at my peril, and while I ended up enjoying what I grabbed, it turns out this would have been solid too. Featuring members from Enslaved, Kraków. Hellbutcher, and Aeternus, Phantom Fire play old school speed metal that harks back to the likes of Motörhead and Iron Maiden’s Killers. Thanks to healthy doses of bass and production values that allow the instruments to shine, each song is infused with energetic grooves. The music sounds fresh, crisp, and clear, from the booming drums to Eld’s “blackened” snarls. Early tracks “Eternal Void” and “All For None” show off the catchy blend of simple guitar riffs and a hoppin’ bass accompanied by energetic kit work. While placing a somewhat lengthy instrumental track in the middle of a record usually slows it down, “Fatal Attraction” turns out to be a highlight. It tells a tragic love story involving a motorcycle with nothing but instruments, an engine revving, and some police sirens. The second half of Phantom Fire gets a bit on the weirder side, turning to some stoner and psychedelia. There’s a push and pull between the stoner and Motörhead speed stuff on songs like “Malphas” and “Submersible Pt. 2,” and this blend actually works pretty well. It turns out that they aren’t phantom after all—these guys are truly fire.

Burning Witches // Inquisition [August 22nd, 2025 – Napalm Records]

With six albums in eight years, Swiss quintet Burning Witches has really been burning rubber. While such prolific output in such a short time frame generally spells trouble, Inquisition is a solid piece of heavy/power metal. Burning Witches dabbles in a mix of speedy power metal and mid-tempo heavy metal, often sounding like ’80s stalwarts Judas Priest and Def Leppard. With Laura Guldemond’s gruff voice, they produce a more weighty, less happy version of power metal than the likes of Fellowship or Frozen Crown. While the songs stick to formulaic structures, tempo shifts from song to song help keep things from growing stale. We see this variety right from the get-go, where “Soul Eater” takes a high-energy approach before moving into the more mellow “Shame.” There’s even a pretty solid ballad, “Release Me,” that grounds the back half of the record. Songs of the sort that Burning Witches write need catchy choruses, and fortunately, they deliver. “High Priestess of the Night” is a particular standout, delivering a knock-out punch in its delivery. It helps that the instrumental parts are well-executed, from crunchy riffs to subdued solos to booming blast beats. Anyone looking for a solid bit of power metal that’s not too heavy on the cheese will find this worth a listen.

Deathhammer // Crimson Dawn [August 29th, 2025 – Hells Headbangers Records]

Celebrating 20 years of blackened speed, Deathhammer drop LP number six with the kind of energy that exhausted parents dread to see in their children at bedtime. This is my first foray with the band, and I am in awe of the relentless level of manic energy they keep throughout Crimson Dawn’s 39 minutes. If science could learn how to harness their energy, we’d have an endless source of renewables. The two-piece out of Norway channels classic Slayer on crack and even has moments reminiscent of Painkiller-era Judas Priest. They play non-stop thrash cranked to 11, with persistent blast beats and some dual guitar parts that leave your head spinning from the rapid-fire directions the riffs fire off in. The heart of the mania is singer Sergeant Salsten. His crazed vocals are amazing—snarling, shouting, and shrieking in a way that took me back to the manic pitch Judge Doom could reach in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? He sings so fast that on the chorus of “Crimson Dawn,” it sounds like he says “Griffindor,” which had me searching confusedly for the Harry Potter tag. This was probably my favorite song, not just because of the Griffindor thing, but because that chorus is so catchy. Either way, it’s tough to pick a standout track because they all grip you by the throat and don’t let go. Crimson Dawn is a ton of fun and a must listen if you like your music fast.

Grin Reaper’s Bountiful Blight

Kallias // Digital Plague [August 14th, 2025 – Self Release]

Machine gun drumming, spacey synths, Morbid Angel-meets-Meshuggah riffing, Turian-esque barking and Voyager-reminiscent vocal melodies…what the fuck is going on here? The only thing more surprising than someone having the moxie to blend all these things together is how well they work in concert. Kallias doesn’t hold back on sophomore album Digital Plague, and the result is a rocket-fueled blast through forty-four minutes of eclectic, addictive prog. The mishmash of styles keeps the album fresh and unpredictable while never dipping its toes in inconsistent waters, and staccato rhythms propel listeners through eight tracks without losing steam. As with any prog metal worth its salt, Kallias brandishes technical prowess, and their cohesion belies the relatively short time they’ve been putting out music.2 The mix is well-suited to spotlight whoever needs it at a given time, whether the bass is purring (“Exogíini Kyriarchía”), the drums are being annihilated (“Pyrrhic Victory”), or a guitar solo nears Pettrucian wankery (“Phenomenal in Theory”). The end result is three-quarters of an hour filled with myriad influences that fuse into a sound all Kallias’s own, and it’s one I’ve returned to several times since discovering (also, credit to MontDoom for his stunning artwork, which helped initially draw my attention). Check it out—you’ll be sick if you avoid this one like the Plague.

Luke’s Kaleidoscopic Kicks

Giant Haze // Cosmic Mother [August 22nd, 2025 – Tonzonen Records]

Whereas many of my colleagues are bracing themselves for cooler conditions and harsh winters to come, in my neck of the woods, things are warming up. While my own wintry August filter proved scarce, there was one particular summery gem to lift moods with burly riffs and fat stoner grooves. Unheralded German act Giant Haze seemingly emerged out of nowhere during a random Bandcamp deep dive. Debut LP Cosmic Mother channels the good old days of ’90s-inspired desert rock, featuring grungy, doomy vibes via a groovy batch of riff-centric, hard-rocking and uplifting jams, evoking the nostalgic spirit of Kyuss, Fu Manchu, Clutch and perhaps even a dash of Danzig. Punching out raucous, groove-soaked hard rockers with skyscraping hooks (“Geographic Gardens Suck,” “King of Tomorrow,” “Panic to Ride”), summery, funk–psych jams (“Sunrise”), and bluesy, punk-infused fireballs (“Crank in Public,” “Shrink Age”) Giant Haze get a lot of things right on this assured debut. The songwriting is deceptively diverse and punchy, bolstered by solid production, tight musicianship, and the swaggering, ever so slightly goofy vocal charms and powerful hooks of frontman Christoph Wollmann. Inevitably, a few rough spots appear, but overall Cosmic Mother showcases oodles of budding potential, an impactful delivery, cheeky sense of humor, and infectious, feel-good songcraft.

Spicie Forrest’s Foraged Fruit

Bask // The Turning [August 22nd, 2025 – Season of Mist]

Last seen in 2019, Bask returns with fourth LP, The Turning, a concept album following The Rider as she and The Traveler traverse the stars. They still peddle the unique blend of stoner rock and Americana Kenstrosity reviewed favorably in 2019, but 2025 sees them looking up for inspiration. The Turning incorporates a distinct cosmic bent (“The Traveler,” “The Turning”) and post-rock structures (“Dig My Heels,” “Unwound”). These augmentations to Bask’s core sound are enhanced by the masterful pedal steel of new official member Jed Willis. Whether floating through the firmament or tilling earthly pastures, Willis creates textures both fresh and intensely nostalgic. The infinite shifting vistas of The Turning’s front half coalesce into singular timeless visions on the back half, supporting its conceptual nature in both content and form. Like a combination of Huntsmen and Somali Yacht Club, Bask weaves riffs and melodies heard across the plains and through the void above with an unguarded authenticity felt in your soul.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Disseminating Discharge

Plasmodulated // An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell [August 1st, 2025 – Personal Records]

Stinky, sticky, slimy—all adjectives that define the ideal death metal platter. Myk Colby has been trying to chase this perfect balance in a reverb-wonky package with projects like the d-beaten Hot Graves and extra hazy Wharflurch, but vile death metal balance is hard to achieve. However, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell contains a recklessly pinched Demilichian riffage, classic piercing whammy bombs, and spook-minded synth ambience that places Plasmodulated with an odor more pungent than its peers. With an infected ear that festers equally with doom-loaded, Incantation-indebted drags (“Gelatinous Mutation ov Brewed Origin,” “Trapped in the Plasmovoid”) and Voivod-on-jenkem cutaways to foul-throated extravagence (“The Final Fuckening”). An air of intelligent tempo design keeps An Ocean from never feeling trapped in a maze of its own fumes, with Colby’s lush and bubbling synth design seguing tumbles into hammering deathly tremolo runs (“Such Rapid Sphacelation”) and Celtic Frosted riff tumbles (“Drowning in Sputum”) alike, all before swirling about his own tattered, trailing vocal sputters. Steady but slippery, elegant yet effluvial, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell provides the necessary noxious pressure to corrode death metal-loving denizens into pure gloops of stained-denim pit worship. Delivered as labeled, Plasmodulated earns its hazardous declaration. We here at AMG are not liable for any OSHA violations that occur as a result of Plasmodulated consumption on the job, though.

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Stuck in the Filter: August 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

The heat persists, but now the humidity comes in full force as storm systems wreak havoc upon the coasts. I hide in my cramped closet of an office, lest I be washed out once again by an unsuspecting deluge. However, I still send my minions out into the facility, bound by duty to search for those metallic scraps on which we feast.

Fortuitously, most all of those imps I sent out came back alive, and with wares! BEHOLD!

Kenstrosity’s Galactic Gremlin

Silent Millenia // Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil [August 26th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Have you ever seen such a delightfully cheesy cover? Probably, but it’s been a while for me. I bought Celestial Twilight: Beyond the Crimson Veil, the second raw symphonic black metal opus from Finnish one-man act Silent Millenia, on the strength of the artwork alone. Little did I know that what lay beyond this crimson veil was some of the most fun melodic black metal this side of Moonlight Sorcery. The same low-fi roughness that personifies Old Nick’s work grounds Silent Millenia’s starbound songwriting as it traverses the universe with an energetic punch reminiscent of Emperor or Stormkeep (“Awaken the Celestial Spell,” “Daemonic Mastery”). To help differentiate Silent Millenia’s sound from that of their peers, a gothic atmosphere ensorcells much of this material to great effect, merging eerie Victorian melodies with galactic adventurism in an unlikely pair (“Enthrone the Spectral”). Swirling synths and sparkling twinkles abound as well, creating blissful moments of interest as frosty tremolos and piercing blasts take full advantage of the false sense of security those entrancing clouds of synthetic instrumentation create (“Benighted Path to Darkness Mysterium,” “Reign in Cosmic Majesty”). Simply put, Celestial Twilight is an unexpected gem of a symphonic black metal record, bursting with killer ideas and infinite levels of raw, unabashed fun. You should hear it!

Kronos’ Unexpected Unearthments

Street Sects // Dry Drunk [August 15th, 2025 – Self Release]

Dry Drunk sticks to your inner surfaces, draining down like cigarette tar along paralyzed cilia to pool in your lungs until the cells themselves foment rebellion. Once it’s in you, you feel paranoid, wretched, and alone. So it’s the proper follow-up to Street Sects’ visionary debut, End Position. Like that record, Dry Drunk plumbs the most mundane and unsavory gutters of America for a cast of protagonists that it dwells in or dispatches with a mixture of pity and disgust, with vocalist Leo Ashline narrating their violent crimes and self-hatred in a mixture of croons, shrieks, and snarls that cook the air before the speakers into the scent of booze and rotten teeth. And like that record, Shaun Ringsmuth (Glassing) dresses the sets with a fractal litter of snaps, squeals, crashes, gunshots, and grinding electronics, caked in tar and collapsing just as soon as it is swept into a structure. And like End Position, Dry Drunk is a masterpiece. The impeccable six-song stretch from “Love Makes You Fat” through “Riding the Clock” ties you to the bumper and drags you along some of the duo’s most creative side-roads, through the simmering, straightjacketed sludge of “Baker Act” to the chopped-up, smirking electronica of “Eject Button.” Swerving between addled, unintelligible agony and unforgettable anthems, Dry Drunk, like End Position before it is nothing less than the life of a junkie scraped together, heated on a spoon, and injected into your head. Once you’ve taken a hit, you will never be quite the same.

Thus Spoke’s Frightening Fragments

Defacement // Doomed [August 22nd, 2025 – Self Release]

There’s music for every vibe.1 The one Defacement fits is an exclusively extreme metal flavor of moody that is only appreciable by genre fans, made tangibly more eerie by their persistent idiosyncratic use of dark ambient interludes amidst the viciously distorted blackened death. Audiences—and reviewers—tend to disparage these electronic segments, but I’ve always felt their crackling presence increases the analog horror of it all, and rather than being a breather from the intensity, they prolong the nausea, the sense of emptiness, and the abject fearfulness of head-based trauma. This latter concept grows more metaphorical still on Doomed, where the violence is inside the mind, purpose-erasing, and emotionally-detaching. The ambience might be the most sadly beautiful so far (“Mournful,” and “Clouded” especially), and the transitions into nightmarish heaviness arguably the most fluid. And the metal is undoubtedly the most ambitious, dynamic, and magnificent of Defacement’s career, combining their most gruesome dissonance (“Portrait”) with their most bizarrely exuberant guitar melodies (“Unexplainable,” “Unrecognised”). Solos drip tangibly with (emotional) resonance (“Unexplainable,” “Absent”) and there’s not a breath or a moment of wasted space. Yes, the band’s heavier side can suffer from a nagging sense of homogeneous mass, but it remains transporting. While I can appreciate why others do not appreciate Defacement, this is the first of their outings I can truthfully say mesmerised me on first listen.

ClarkKent’s Heated Hymns

Phantom Fire // Phantom Fire [August 8th, 2025 – Edged Circle Productions]

While I waded through the murky depths of the August promo sump, Steel implored me to take the eponymous third album from Phantom Fire. “The AMG commentariat love blackened heavy metal,” he said. I disregarded his advice at my peril, and while I ended up enjoying what I grabbed, it turns out this would have been solid too. Featuring members from Enslaved, Kraków. Hellbutcher, and Aeternus, Phantom Fire play old school speed metal that harks back to the likes of Motörhead and Iron Maiden’s Killers. Thanks to healthy doses of bass and production values that allow the instruments to shine, each song is infused with energetic grooves. The music sounds fresh, crisp, and clear, from the booming drums to Eld’s “blackened” snarls. Early tracks “Eternal Void” and “All For None” show off the catchy blend of simple guitar riffs and a hoppin’ bass accompanied by energetic kit work. While placing a somewhat lengthy instrumental track in the middle of a record usually slows it down, “Fatal Attraction” turns out to be a highlight. It tells a tragic love story involving a motorcycle with nothing but instruments, an engine revving, and some police sirens. The second half of Phantom Fire gets a bit on the weirder side, turning to some stoner and psychedelia. There’s a push and pull between the stoner and Motörhead speed stuff on songs like “Malphas” and “Submersible Pt. 2,” and this blend actually works pretty well. It turns out that they aren’t phantom after all—these guys are truly fire.

Burning Witches // Inquisition [August 22nd, 2025 – Napalm Records]

With six albums in eight years, Swiss quintet Burning Witches has really been burning rubber. While such prolific output in such a short time frame generally spells trouble, Inquisition is a solid piece of heavy/power metal. Burning Witches dabbles in a mix of speedy power metal and mid-tempo heavy metal, often sounding like ’80s stalwarts Judas Priest and Def Leppard. With Laura Guldemond’s gruff voice, they produce a more weighty, less happy version of power metal than the likes of Fellowship or Frozen Crown. While the songs stick to formulaic structures, tempo shifts from song to song help keep things from growing stale. We see this variety right from the get-go, where “Soul Eater” takes a high-energy approach before moving into the more mellow “Shame.” There’s even a pretty solid ballad, “Release Me,” that grounds the back half of the record. Songs of the sort that Burning Witches write need catchy choruses, and fortunately, they deliver. “High Priestess of the Night” is a particular standout, delivering a knock-out punch in its delivery. It helps that the instrumental parts are well-executed, from crunchy riffs to subdued solos to booming blast beats. Anyone looking for a solid bit of power metal that’s not too heavy on the cheese will find this worth a listen.

Deathhammer // Crimson Dawn [August 29th, 2025 – Hells Headbangers Records]

Celebrating 20 years of blackened speed, Deathhammer drop LP number six with the kind of energy that exhausted parents dread to see in their children at bedtime. This is my first foray with the band, and I am in awe of the relentless level of manic energy they keep throughout Crimson Dawn’s 39 minutes. If science could learn how to harness their energy, we’d have an endless source of renewables. The two-piece out of Norway channels classic Slayer on crack and even has moments reminiscent of Painkiller-era Judas Priest. They play non-stop thrash cranked to 11, with persistent blast beats and some dual guitar parts that leave your head spinning from the rapid-fire directions the riffs fire off in. The heart of the mania is singer Sergeant Salsten. His crazed vocals are amazing—snarling, shouting, and shrieking in a way that took me back to the manic pitch Judge Doom could reach in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? He sings so fast that on the chorus of “Crimson Dawn,” it sounds like he says “Griffindor,” which had me searching confusedly for the Harry Potter tag. This was probably my favorite song, not just because of the Griffindor thing, but because that chorus is so catchy. Either way, it’s tough to pick a standout track because they all grip you by the throat and don’t let go. Crimson Dawn is a ton of fun and a must listen if you like your music fast.

Grin Reaper’s Bountiful Blight

Kallias // Digital Plague [August 14th, 2025 – Self Release]

Machine gun drumming, spacey synths, Morbid Angel-meets-Meshuggah riffing, Turian-esque barking and Voyager-reminiscent vocal melodies…what the fuck is going on here? The only thing more surprising than someone having the moxie to blend all these things together is how well they work in concert. Kallias doesn’t hold back on sophomore album Digital Plague, and the result is a rocket-fueled blast through forty-four minutes of eclectic, addictive prog. The mishmash of styles keeps the album fresh and unpredictable while never dipping its toes in inconsistent waters, and staccato rhythms propel listeners through eight tracks without losing steam. As with any prog metal worth its salt, Kallias brandishes technical prowess, and their cohesion belies the relatively short time they’ve been putting out music.2 The mix is well-suited to spotlight whoever needs it at a given time, whether the bass is purring (“Exogíini Kyriarchía”), the drums are being annihilated (“Pyrrhic Victory”), or a guitar solo nears Pettrucian wankery (“Phenomenal in Theory”). The end result is three-quarters of an hour filled with myriad influences that fuse into a sound all Kallias’s own, and it’s one I’ve returned to several times since discovering (also, credit to MontDoom for his stunning artwork, which helped initially draw my attention). Check it out—you’ll be sick if you avoid this one like the Plague.

Luke’s Kaleidoscopic Kicks

Giant Haze // Cosmic Mother [August 22nd, 2025 – Tonzonen Records]

Whereas many of my colleagues are bracing themselves for cooler conditions and harsh winters to come, in my neck of the woods, things are warming up. While my own wintry August filter proved scarce, there was one particular summery gem to lift moods with burly riffs and fat stoner grooves. Unheralded German act Giant Haze seemingly emerged out of nowhere during a random Bandcamp deep dive. Debut LP Cosmic Mother channels the good old days of ’90s-inspired desert rock, featuring grungy, doomy vibes via a groovy batch of riff-centric, hard-rocking and uplifting jams, evoking the nostalgic spirit of Kyuss, Fu Manchu, Clutch and perhaps even a dash of Danzig. Punching out raucous, groove-soaked hard rockers with skyscraping hooks (“Geographic Gardens Suck,” “King of Tomorrow,” “Panic to Ride”), summery, funk–psych jams (“Sunrise”), and bluesy, punk-infused fireballs (“Crank in Public,” “Shrink Age”) Giant Haze get a lot of things right on this assured debut. The songwriting is deceptively diverse and punchy, bolstered by solid production, tight musicianship, and the swaggering, ever so slightly goofy vocal charms and powerful hooks of frontman Christoph Wollmann. Inevitably, a few rough spots appear, but overall Cosmic Mother showcases oodles of budding potential, an impactful delivery, cheeky sense of humor, and infectious, feel-good songcraft.

Spicie Forrest’s Foraged Fruit

Bask // The Turning [August 22nd, 2025 – Season of Mist]

Last seen in 2019, Bask returns with fourth LP, The Turning, a concept album following The Rider as she and The Traveler traverse the stars. They still peddle the unique blend of stoner rock and Americana Kenstrosity reviewed favorably in 2019, but 2025 sees them looking up for inspiration. The Turning incorporates a distinct cosmic bent (“The Traveler,” “The Turning”) and post-rock structures (“Dig My Heels,” “Unwound”). These augmentations to Bask’s core sound are enhanced by the masterful pedal steel of new official member Jed Willis. Whether floating through the firmament or tilling earthly pastures, Willis creates textures both fresh and intensely nostalgic. The infinite shifting vistas of The Turning’s front half coalesce into singular timeless visions on the back half, supporting its conceptual nature in both content and form. Like a combination of Huntsmen and Somali Yacht Club, Bask weaves riffs and melodies heard across the plains and through the void above with an unguarded authenticity felt in your soul.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Disseminating Discharge

Plasmodulated // An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell [August 1st, 2025 – Personal Records]

Stinky, sticky, slimy—all adjectives that define the ideal death metal platter. Myk Colby has been trying to chase this perfect balance in a reverb-wonky package with projects like the d-beaten Hot Graves and extra hazy Wharflurch, but vile death metal balance is hard to achieve. However, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell contains a recklessly pinched Demilichian riffage, classic piercing whammy bombs, and spook-minded synth ambience that places Plasmodulated with an odor more pungent than its peers. With an infected ear that festers equally with doom-loaded, Incantation-indebted drags (“Gelatinous Mutation ov Brewed Origin,” “Trapped in the Plasmovoid”) and Voivod-on-jenkem cutaways to foul-throated extravagence (“The Final Fuckening”). An air of intelligent tempo design keeps An Ocean from never feeling trapped in a maze of its own fumes, with Colby’s lush and bubbling synth design seguing tumbles into hammering deathly tremolo runs (“Such Rapid Sphacelation”) and Celtic Frosted riff tumbles (“Drowning in Sputum”) alike, all before swirling about his own tattered, trailing vocal sputters. Steady but slippery, elegant yet effluvial, An Ocean ov Putrid, Stinky, Vile, Disgusting Hell provides the necessary noxious pressure to corrode death metal-loving denizens into pure gloops of stained-denim pit worship. Delivered as labeled, Plasmodulated earns its hazardous declaration. We here at AMG are not liable for any OSHA violations that occur as a result of Plasmodulated consumption on the job, though.

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Barbarous – Initium Mors Review

By Angry Metal Guy

By: Nameless_n00b_603

Death metal boasts a lush buffet of subgenres. From mind-flaying technicality to chilling dissonance to wanton mirth, there’s something for everyone. Unmoved by how much the genre has evolved, some folks just want the straightforward, grass-fed variety that defined American death metal in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s. And what bloodsport that was—Cannibal Corpse hammer-smashed listeners to paste, Deicide seared anti-religious sentiment into their collective hide, and Morbid Angel infected them with tainted melody. Barbarous slides comfortably into the fray, wielding debut Initium Mors, but does it pack enough punch to survive the melee?1

Inspiration plays an immediate role in Barbarous’s sound. Though they hail from Oakland, California, it’s the Tampa Bay scene that casts the longest shadow. Cannibal Corpse’s influence is undeniable, providing the blueprint for punishing grooves and six-string savagery (“The Tomb Spawn,” “Conscious Decomposition”). Vocalist Travis LaBerge retches and roars somewhere between Deicide’s Glen Benton and Hate Eternal’s Eric Rutan,2 while the music also harkens to early Deicide at times (compare “By Lead or Steel” with “Serpents of the Light”). There are additional influences, too, including Necrot and Skeletal Remains, two bands heavily influenced by Death and Morbid Angel, proving all roads lead to Tampa.3 This isn’t to say that Barbarous doesn’t flex their own brand of muscular death metal. The title track does a fabulous job of baking Slaughter of the Soul-esque melody into the chorus while staying true to the Floridian Sound Machine’s jackhammering boogie.4 I see flashes of a distinct identity in Initium Mors, but more refinement would serve Barbarous to forge their own path out from the shadows of giants.

Throughout Initium Mors, Barbarous pounds and pummels with neck-snapping fury and brawny chugs. Any track would effortlessly slot into a respectable workout playlist, with “By Lead or Steel” and “Tools of the Trade” being my choice cuts. Opener “Injection of the Exhumed” storms out the gates with a phlegm-rattling gut punch buoyed by aggressive riffing and blast beats, followed by a Slayer-laced wail. And that’s just the first twenty seconds. Hostile grooves and pulverizing paces drive the momentum across Initium Mors’s fleeting runtime, never surrendering a moment to catch your breath. Barbarous’s unflinching imperative is to carve listeners to the root, evidenced by the album’s razor-sharp guitar-playing (“Tools of the Trade,” “Conscious Decomposition”) courtesy of Zach Weed and Thomas Belfiore. Solos set fire to tracks when they kick in, whether it’s via soulful swagger (“By Lead or Steel”) or finger-blistering fury (“Coup de Grace”). Either way, they’re unfailingly fun. Travis Zupo’s dynamic drumming bludgeons with teeth-rattling thunder (“Conscious Decomposition”) while LaBerge stays the course with calculated, vomitous barks. The only underseasoned component is Zach Jakes’s bass guitar, which is a commentary on audibility rather than skill. Listening for bass in Initium Mors reminds me of Tantalus—the more I crank the volume to hear what that sweet bottom end is doing, the murkier the wall of sound becomes.5 Considering the meaty through-line that bass provides in many a death metal casserole, elevating its heft would push Barbarous’s recipe to gloriously heinous heights.

Production and mastering are a mixed bag, presenting opportunities and highlights. The album is LOUD, and while that’s generally how I like to listen to death metal, a more spacious mix would have improved the overarching balance. For an album brimming with balls-out belligerence, such an oppressive production creates an exhausting listen despite the twenty-nine-minute runtime. Still, there’s plenty to praise. Guitars and drums are front and center, so it’s easy to appreciate their intricacies and chops. LaBerge’s vocals are also conspicuously comprehensible,6 which is refreshing for extreme gutturals. While I initially noted his gurgles as monotonous, over repeated listens, I’ve come to appreciate LaBerge’s nimble work as he juggles spewing growls and coherence.

Initium Mors is a triumphant debut and should appease death metal aficionados without qualification. Barbarous is loud, ugly, and here to melt your face in just under half an hour. There’s a lot to like on Initium Mors, even if it’s not breaking any molds. If Barbarous can give the mix a bit more room and firmly establish an identity that transcends their influences, their next release could be an absolute banger. For now, Initium Mors is a solid addition to the annals of meat ‘n’ taters death metal, leaving Barbarous to unapologetically smash skulls and shatter eardrums while delivering a veritable smörgåsbord of protein and spuds.7 Bon appétit!

Rating: Good!
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s CBR MP3
Label: Creator-Destructor Records
Website: barbarousband.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 1st, 2025

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Sowulo – Niht Review

By Twelve

It’s been a minute since I’ve got a chance to review some folk music around here. It’s not super common that we get these promos, but when a sample of dark folk, spiritually, resembles our heavy metal world, we occasionally find some sent our way. Today’s sample is Niht, the sixth full-length release from Dutch Sowulo (“sun” in proto-Germanic), which takes a philosophical approach to the histories of northern Europe. It’s got everything you could ask for in dark folk on paper: lyrics written in a language no one (to the best of my knowledge) speaks anymore, a small army of instruments that I can’t picture by name alone, and an inscrutable cover with a vague runic shape on it. Sowulo are, on paper, set up for success with Niht already; how does the music itself fare?

Like most works of dark folk in a similar vein—Urferd, Forndom, Wardruna, as examples—Niht draws strength from its reaches at authenticity. Sole band member Faber Horbach (Myrkvur) sings, plays nyckelharpa, carnyx, bouzouki, and acoustic percussion, with guest musicians contribution violins, harps, horns, and more to the work. The stringed instruments create an orchestral-Nordic-folk atmosphere for Sowulo to thrive in, and Niht has a lot of great moments in this vein, from the dramatic “Full Mōna,” featuring hypnotic throat singing at rising intensity, to the eerie, expansive “Swefnian.” Horbach’s gruff, throaty singing, complemented by guest singing from Micky Huijsmans (End of the Dream), brings the Anglo-Saxon lyrics to life; their duet in the stirring chorus of “Nihtēagan” is one of the best moments on Niht, owing largely to their emotional delivery (though the strings work does a lot of heavy lifting too).

Of course, there’s no metal here, and very little in the way of electric influence. Distortion is a distant dream; instead, the music and production are clean and airy, for the most part. “Mōnaþblōd” is a notable exception, with elements of electronica meshing against Sowulo’s natural folk leanings. But generally, you can hear every instrument and enjoy a comparatively quiet listen with atmospheric influence. “Miċele Steorran” is a fantastic example, a peaceful track that uses gently strings to create dream-like soundscapes that complement Horbach and Huijsmans’s singing. It’s not “purely” dark folk or neofolk, but the influences are strong enough that its power comes largely from orchestral highs and emotional vocal melodies, rather than any kind of heaviness.

Despite these terrific qualities, Niht still feels held back, as if it’s a restrained version of Horbach’s original intention—at least to my ears. Niht has on it a lot of tracks that contain a lot of repetition, which makes it feel artificially long. “Carnyx,” for example, is a nearly four-minute exploration of the eponymous wind instrument that doesn’t do much of anything except add ambience, all but halting Niht halfway through. Both the intro and closer share this approach. On the other side of the coin, “Seolfren Sicol” is dominated by its chorus, to the point that it’s the only thing I ever remember about the song. This is, perhaps, the drawback of writing your songs in a dead language—the two verses in the song resemble each other so closely that the song feels like it’s been copied and pasted in several places. With thirteen tracks, it feels as if Sowulo brought too many ideas to Niht—as if there is simultaneously too much album and too little.

Niht does a good job of building an authentic-feeling, atmospheric Nordic folk experience. It is, at varying times, complex, mesmerizing, and passionate. It does have its moments that don’t quite land as they should, but the whole is enjoyable and moving. I hadn’t heard of Sowulo before Niht, but it’s the kind of album that makes me want to hear more. If you need a break from our usual fare, you could do a lot worse than Niht.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Season of Mist
Websites: sowulo.bandcamp.com | sowulo.nl | facebook.com/Sowulo
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

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IHLO – Legacy Review

By Owlswald

The creation of an album is a long, arduous process—a truth UK prog trio IHLO knows well. After five years of painstaking work, the group has returned with their sophomore album, Legacy. Over the years, IHLO has shared glimpses of their meticulous creative process via Patreon, revealing the humorous temporary names they gave to demos—like “Szechuan Sauce” and “Banana Pants”—while showing just how demanding the journey has been. Unlike their debut, Union, where they admit they “stumbled into” its dark, brooding atmosphere, IHLO approached Legacy with clear intent, determined to bring the same melancholic, emotional core with them and challenging themselves to craft complex compositions that seamlessly blend their progressive metal, electronic, and pop influences. With Legacy finally here, it’s time to discover if IHLO’s hard work was worth the effort.

Whereas Union was a solid slab of Tesseract worship, Legacy finds IHLO forging a more distinct voice of their own. To be sure, the trio still operates on the djenty side of the prog spectrum, but Legacy is more ambitious, polished and patient, with through-composed songs1 that ebb and flow between intricate passages to monumental crescendos. The trio remains rich in talent. Singer Andy Robison gives Daniel Tompkins (Tesseract) a run for his money, with buttery smooth tones (“Source,” “Replica”), soaring choruses (“Cenotaph,” “Empire”) and sultry crooning (“Source,” “Mute”) that binds Legacy together, grounding IHLO’s progressive experimentation in accessibility. Robison, along with guitarist Phil Monro, provides bright, well-matched layers of harmony with their keys and synths over bouts of Monro’s djent-laden guitar stammers. Drummer Clark McMenemy’s polyrhythms and ghost-noted backbeats create hard-hitting tempos with Neil Peart-esque fills (“Cenotaph,” “Storm,” “Wraith”) and shimmering cymbal work. Clocking in at a hearty 68 minutes and bolstered by slick production that lets every facet of IHLO’s sound shine, Legacy is an investment, but a worthy one where the creative juice is worth the squeeze.

Legacy is structured into two main movements, with interlude “Storm” serving as a natural midpoint. The first half—from “Wraith” to “Empire”—showcases IHLO’s progressive strength through intricate musicianship and dynamic songwriting as the trio weaves diverse influences into a painter’s palette of emotional and musical payoffs. Their willingness to subvert typical song structures and build an engrossing mood from scratch is a hallmark of their songwriting that works to their advantage. “Source” demonstrates this genre-interlacing talent, beginning with a trip-hop Massive Attack feel before launching into tight, percussive grooves with Robison’s excellent vocal harmonies. After building anticipation with a drawn-out, electronic intro, “Wraith” drops into a stuttering, palm-muted verse before an airy chorus and a fantastic guitar solo envelop the listener in a blanket of warm tones. Despite its length, the track never loses purpose, with each evolution feeling deliberate. Radio hit “Empire”—with its striking guitar chords, glittering synths, and vibrant rock beat—and “Replica’s” powerful and infectious songwriting anchor the album’s first twenty-five minutes with Robison’s memorable sing-along hooks and melodies endlessly captivating.

The second movement—from “Mute” to “Signals”—reveals IHLO’s more sensitive, introspective side. The somber and melancholic “Mute,” with its arpeggiated guitars and silky, smooth singing, is a clear departure from Legacy’s earlier, more aggressive qualities. While it reveals a new facet of the group’s sound, it lacks the hooks of earlier tracks, causing a dip in momentum. Thankfully, “Cenotaph’s” strong, driving pulse largely gets things back on track with powerful rhythms and atmospheric guitar building to an epic, hard-hitting conclusion. “Haar”—serving as a would-be closer—jumps right into a triumphant homecoming that leverages a tight rhythmic groove and shimmering keyboards. But then, for some reason, the album keeps going. Closing tracks, “Legacy” and “Signals,” lack purpose and unnecessarily extend the runtime by twenty minutes. The Between the Buried and Me-influenced “Signals” starts strong but suffers from a repetitive, four-minute outro, while the latter lacks gripping hooks, making for an anticlimactic end.

While it may not stick the landing, Legacy is an ambitious and emotive album that largely justifies the group’s five-year creative journey. It evidences IHLO’s evolution, finding their voice in an ever-growing progressive metal landscape. For prog fans who appreciate intricate musicianship and poignant songwriting, Legacy is a rewarding listen and a testament to the fact that some creative journeys are worth the wait.

Rating: Good
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: KScope
Websites: ihlo.bandcamp.com | ihlo.co.uk | facebook.com/ihloband
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

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Lotan – Yetzer Hara Review

By Samguineous Maximus

It’s always interesting to follow a band’s career arc through AMG reviews. The last time Lotan appeared in the hallowed halls of this fine site was in 2023, when my superior Thus Spoke took a righteous hammer to their debut. She found the Danish band’s take on the “trvest of stvles” underwhelming—citing unfocused black metal stylings, monotonous pacing, and lackluster production as key shortcomings. Now, Lotan is back with Yetzer Hara, a slab of blackened death inspired by Cain and Abel, with the intent to explore and embody “the destructive urges that define Humanity’s fall from grace.” Can Lotan surpass their debut and carve a name for themselves on the black/death pantheon’s gnarled mural?

Yetzer Hara is remarkably consistent in both ferocity and misanthropic grandeur. Lotan have found their own sound by splitting the difference between mid-period Behemoth and Mgla while leaning into the knuckle-dragging heft of blackened death’s slower moments. This record consists of more than just blast beats and tremolos, with every song oscillating fluidly between satisfyingly ignorant chugs, wintery minor chord arpeggios and even Panzerfaust-flavored atmospheric pullbacks. These pieces are deployed sensibly and arranged with a keen sense of pacing that makes each tune’s blackened bounty a joy to partake in. Subtle differentiations like a menacing clean break (“Scorched Tyranny”), a thrash-infused breakdown (“Heksenat”), and a harmonized tremolo-led climax (“Violent End”) help inject just enough variety to prevent Lotan’s aural assault from growing too stale, though many of the songs tread fairly similar territory.

It helps that this vile batch of tunes is aided by a stunning production job that sounds modern and massive but not overproduced. Lotan clearly took the criticisms of their debut to heart and have corrected course with a Jakob Gundel (Blazing Eternity, Ethereal Kingdoms) mix and master that maintains brutality without sacrificing clarity. This allows vocalist Martin Rubini’s venom-drenched snarls to cut through with particular force on repeated choruses like “Crown of Rope” and “Righteous Fury.” Bassist Philip Kaaber provides a thick, grounding low end, while drummer Jon Elmquist shines with a dynamic, full-bodied drum tone that gives his blistering blasts and agile tom work a serious punch. This makes tracks like the 1914-tinged blood-pumping opener “Minenwafer” and blackened riff showcase “Omnicide Manifest” hit that much harder. Yetzer Hara sounds so great as to nearly mitigate its potential weaknesses.

I only wish Lotan brought a tad more originality or creativity in the construction of the parts themselves. Guitarists Lasse Heiburg and Andy Dragsberg deliver a solid showcase of riffs and offer some nice interplay between each other, but they lean too heavily on genre comfort zones. Yetzer Hara features no fewer than 5 distinct riffs that are only slight variations of the classic Emperor “Ye Entrancempereum” motif. This isn’t necessarily a cardinal sin (it’s a great riff to crib from and plenty of bands have), but alongside the occasional generic tremolo run or faceless chug, it can leave certain stretches of the album feeling somewhat anonymous. There are points where this approach works—like the “so-dumb-it’s-good” Oppenheimer “I have become death” sample into satisfyingly ignorant breakdown on closer “Righterous Fury”—but overall Yetzer Hara could use just a touch more inventiveness in its riffcraft to differentiate Lotan from the unwashed ranks of blackened death hopefuls.

Lotan have stepped up from their disappointing debut to deliver a solid slab of bludgeoning blackened death metal. Yetzer Hara is equal parts barbaric and treacherous, and its brisk 40-minute runtime makes it ideal for concentrated blasts of “kvlt” injections. It doesn’t reinvent the wheel, but it sharpens the spokes and sets it on fire, which is sometimes enough. If on a future record, Lotan can bring more originality to their writing without sacrificing their newfound focus, they might just carve their name into the obsidian stone they’re so eager to chisel.

Rating: Good
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Emanzipation Productions
Websites: facebook.com/lotanband
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025

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Proscription – Desolate Divine Review

By Dear Hollow

Last we met Finland’s Proscription, an overwhelming amount of promise was almost as intense as their blackened death attack. While rerecorded songs from their 2017 demo such as “I, the Burning Son” and “Blessed Feast of Black Seth” singlehandedly tamed the experience with jarring simplicity and excessive repetition killing momentum, tracks like “Conduit” and “To Reveal the Word Without Words” were elite blackened death. The promise was insane, causing a bigger stir in the underground than the music itself. While Conduit was solid, Desolate Divine promises even bigger and better – and delivers.

Proscription in a way, feels like a blackened death metal underdog story. The band’s constituents are assembled from the fringes of Finnish black/death, most prominent likely being formidable vocalist/guitarist Christbutcher of Maveth, Cryptborn, and Excommunion fame, although caliber from Brutal Torment, Tramalizer, and Ominous offer their relentless services. This background in more brutal stylistic tendencies pairs neatly with the mountain of sound that Proscription offers. Unlike its predecessor, which dwelt in hints of insanity and riffy mid-tempo crunch, Desolate Divine is a streamlined and no-holds-barred brutalizer of an album, bordering on war metal. Paired with a uniquely blackened death obscurity that appears in haunting leads and hints of atmosphere, Proscription offers a winning formula that is slightly held back by its brickwalled production but ultimately improves upon its predecessor in every way.

If it’s intensity you want, Proscription has it in droves. Haunting leads and blackened tremolo are often the only tether to sanity, their only sense of tangible in their blasting of Behemoth-through-the-war-metal-machine. Bottom-heavy beatdowns are aplenty, with an old school riffy death metal template a la Morbid Angel or Bolt Thrower with the insanity of blastbeats and panicked rhythms (“Bleed the Whore Again,” “Behold a Phosphorescent Dawn”), while overlapping leads, flaying technicality, and wild solos cut through tremolos both down-tuned and blackened (“Gleam of the Morning Star,” “Entreaty of the Very End”). Centerpiece “The Midnight God” (a previously released track in a 2023 split with Sulphurous) and closer “The Great Deceiver” (also from a previously released 2023 demo) offer nearly perfect overlapping of relentless beatdown, blackened grime, and riff – both expertly placed throughout the album. It’s refreshing that previously released material is a highlight rather than a hitch.

Desolate Divine is a bit of a tale of two halves. Proscription goes off the rails in the first half, forsaking every act of subtlety for sheer violence, while the second half is a much more ominous affair. Don’t get me wrong, these tracks will rip you a new one, but at their core is a much more plodding and stable approach, focusing on an almost marching rhythm throughout, making their more obscure and haunting qualities that much more impactful and downright epic when the technical insanity and rhythmic heft collide (“Heave Ho Ye Igneous Leviathan,” title track). Even synth makes appearances in haunting, spacious overtones in this second act (“Behold a Phosphorescent Dawn,” “Not But Dust”), capitalizing on the more haunting attack.

Desolate Divine is dense and unforgiving and certainly imperfect. The brickwalled production and the jarringly start-stop songwriting (not uncommon for other acts like Belphegor or Adversarial) make it difficult to uncover the treasures amid the muck; the central melody of “Behold a Phosphorescent Dawn” sounds too much like Inspector Gadget, and ambient interlude “Not But Dust” feels out of place. However, it’s a step up from Conduit in that its previously released material is a highlight, and there are no bad songs aboard this uncompromising album. It seamlessly blends deathened viscera and blackened flaying in ways that few else can, with stunning brand-setting performances across the board from largely unrecognized Finnish black/death veterans. The potential on Desolate Divine is almost as suffocating as the blackened death metal Proscription wields.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Dark Descent Records
Websites: proscription.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/proscriptionhorde
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

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Blutsauger – Nocturnal Blood Tyrants

By Alekhines Gun

Raw black metal is a tricky proposition. There’s an extremely thin line to walk between production choices designed to add mood and atmosphere to compositions via a wall of auditory fog and production choices that sound like someone threw their equipment down….wait, haven’t we done this already? We sure have, and boy oh boy have we landed on the opposite side of the coin. While Italy is most known for its symphonic (Fleshgod Apocolypse) and tech death (Hour of Penance) scenes, its black metal collective is also alive and well, doing their own thing in their dark corner of the world. Today’s offering is the debut release by duo Blutsauger (German for “Bloodsucker”), coming hot off the heels of sole demo Path of the Bleeding Dead. A gander at that colorless, bleak art aptly spells out the whole mission statement, as Nocturnal Blood Tyrants comes to land blackened crowbars to your very glass jaws, with not a dollop of fun to be found.

How raw is raw? Nocturnal Blood Tyrants is an abrasive, loud, violent listen, with treble turned up wide into a blast furnace of sound over Archgoat-esque drum savagery and not a glimmer of bass (instrument or tone) detected in the ensuing fallout. Utilizing the searing, caustic approach of Dethroned, Conquered and Forgotten era Judas Iscariot with the gain cranked up to 11, Blutsauger aren’t here to be memorable as much as overwhelming. “The Black Hunters” shows the album’s blueprint in all its blackened glory, with a flood of chords collapsing from one quick shift to the next as the drums1 charge relentlessly underneath the tornado of tones. In terms of presentation, Nocturnal Blood Tyrants never lets up, with no chords ever obtaining warmth and vocals maintaining a Blasphemous perpetual pitch throughout the release.

Wisely, Blutsauger make up for this uninviting presentation with a good variety in their riff approach. On average, Nocturnal Blood Tyrants uses an A/B phrasing, where a song comes out blasting and shredding with blood and vinegar before using tempo shifts to craft moments of individuality and personality. “Black Shroud Ritual” is a key example, with a sudden swerve of a slowdown that evolves into straightforward headbangability with the drums presenting some brief moments of real rhythmic transitions and one to two-measure fills. This approach is developed over the course of the album, where what begins as a clear and concise formula starts to grow roots and blossom into something more mature and layered the deeper into the listen you go. This variety in riffing is a welcome reprieve for what would threaten to be a completely flavorless haze of a listen.

Curiously, this results in the more interesting ideas of Nocturnal Blood Tyrants being located in the back half. Title track “Nocturnal Blood Tyrants” flirts with sustained, depressive open chords for a prolonged passage, with the drums presenting military style rolls and staccato-heavy fills. “Wash Them With Fire” sports the album’s first actual lead and consequently stands out like a lightning bolt in a clear sky, particularly when the drums switch their stylings into china-heavy accents and fills before dropping into a vintage Tsjuder tank-plodding attack. Blutsauger even try their hand at the greatest trope in all genres of metal (Le epic grand finale track) with a doomy tempo and a complete lack of the speed and ruthless assaults of the preceding 27 minutes. This exhausted display, the sound of an outfit spent of all their energy and wrath, but never of their sardonicism and anger, makes for a surprisingly efficient album closer by contrast, even if the samples used are wasted in the mix.

Much like a really well-made horror movie, I can’t see myself returning to Nocturnal Blood Tyrants often unless the mood strikes, but only because of how well it accomplishes what it sets out to do. Blutsauger crafted a release that is utterly devoid of anything that could be called beautiful, attractive, or endearing. Its production is violent on the ears, its chord progressions never become softer than “melancholic”, and its tonal palette is as warm as your ex’s heart. But for the spirit of raw black metal, such traits are ringing endorsements. A careful attention to riffcraft and refusal to let the production overtake the importance of actual songwriting have conjured forth an album of genuine quality, if not of approachability. Raw black metal is a tricky proposition, and if you’re on team No Fun in metal2. I cannot imagine this leaving anything but a blackened frown on your face.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 103 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: ATMF
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

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Incite – Savage New Times Review

By Steel Druhm

Written By: Nameless_n00b_602

Within metal circles, one does not simply invoke the Cavalera name. Its crest is adorned with more than just the seminal works of Sepultura. There is ambition there that does not sleep. That great name is ever pushing boundaries, creating new sounds. This is no barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. There is no poisonous fume for inspiration to choke on. Not with 10,000 artists could you accomplish what those brothers have done; it is folly. Thus, it is with great interest—and a little skepticism—that I was assigned Incite’s seventh LP. Fronted by Max Cavalera’s stepson, Richie Cavalera, Savage New Times promises to be the band’s truest-to-self offering yet. Let’s see how deep the roots go.

For those unfamiliar, Incite majors in groove metal. A familiar southern aggression suffuses Layne Richardson’s axe work and Cavalera’s contentious lyrical delivery. Mid-paced tracks like “Used and Abused” or “Savage New Times” take a cue from Lamb of God or Exhorder, while rager “No Mercy, No Forgiveness” could easily fit on an early DevilDriver record. Bassist EL knows his craft well, building tension and promising violence with well-placed, threatening basslines (“Chucked Off,” “Never Die Once”). The instruments make room in verses for Cavalera’s vocal aggression to brew before crashing together in a choral release, and it is here that drummer Lennon Lopez shines. His energetic drumming steals the spotlight on the choruses of “Used and Abused” and “Chucked Off.” With such strong adherence to the tenets of groove metal, Savage New Times makes it clear that Incite has never missed a class at Pantera’s Vulgar School of Power.

Incite meets with mixed success when they venture outside their core sound. Richardson shows real prowess on “Used and Abused,” where he evokes both Amon Amarth in the bridge and the spiraling tones of System of a Down in the chorus. “Savage New Times” features leads reminiscent of Cannibal Corpse in the verse and, like “Feel This Shit (I’m Fired Up),” sports a militant burst fire tempo around the midpoint. On the other hand, “Doubts and the Fear” falters with a murky, pseudo-psychedelic bridge and nasally Agnostic Front-tinged vocals. Longest song “Dolores” also struggles. Unlike Phil Anselmo’s softer cleans that match the verses of Pantera’s “This Love,” Cavalera barely dulls his edge for the parallel sections of “Dolores,” creating a sonic disconnect between the instruments and himself. This is exacerbated by a similar divide between the rhythm section and the sprawling, idyllic solo recalling “Hotel California.”

More generally, Savage New Times suffers from unambitious songwriting. Except for the neoclassical intro of “Chucked Off” and the solo in “Used and Abused,” Richardson’s lead sections feel lethargic and unremarkable. Song structures feature minimal variation and fall into cyclical verse-chorus-verse-chorus patterns. While this isn’t a problem individually, ten songs of it feels repetitive. Additionally, several tracks lack a satisfying conclusion and feel half-baked. “Dolores” ends with a well-performed piano melody, but it feels tacked on after such a strong finish from the band. Similarly, by cutting their outros, “Lies,” “Feel This Shit (I’m Fired Up),” and “No Mercy, No Forgiveness” could have all ended powerfully rather than aimlessly.

While Savage New Times isn’t a terrible album, because of its deficiencies, I often found myself listening to Incite’s influences rather than Incite themselves. There’s plenty to critique between unmoving songcraft and mixed experimentation, but the final nail in the coffin is the production.1 There’s a slight sibilance and several artifacts throughout Savage New Times. It’s most egregious on “Used and Abused,” ruining one of the record’s best cuts.2 This is the common trend of the album—otherwise good tracks flawed by preventable missteps. I’ve spun this record dozens of times, and I’m sure that with more confidence and a clearer vision, Incite has a good record in them. Savage New Times just isn’t it.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 192 kbps mp3
Label: Reigning Phoenix Music
Websites: Bandcamp | Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025

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In Mourning – The Immortal Review

By Kenstrosity

Swedish sadboi staples In Mourning have had quite the journey over the 25 years since their founding. From the early days of doom-laden, gothic-tinged pall to the current era of dramatic, crooning melodic death, In Mourning’s trajectory arcs over one of the more unsung careers in a world filled with Insomniums, Be’lakors, and Omnium Gatherums. Yet, theirs is the one that stuck with me. I witnessed the majesty of Monolith as a breakout high-water mark, the uncertainty of transitional records like Afterglow, and the resurgence of Garden of Storms followed by an absolute triumph in The Bleeding Veil. And through it all, In Mourning always delivered material of rich depth, considerable nuance, and highly developed songwriting. Their seventh, The Immortal, is no exception.

Immediately identifiable as an In Mourning special, The Immortal sees these Swedes expanding and elevating their repertoire of sound and style further than ever, but still grounding themselves in the chunky riffs, multifaceted vocals, and soaring melodies I’ve come to expect. Integrating a mild proggy slant that reminds of The Meaning of I-era Voyager (“Song of the Cranes,” “The Sojourner”); scorching the flesh with second-wave black metal melodies that recall …and Oceans and Mare Cognitum (“Staghorn” and “The Hounding,” respectively); and utilizing a wide gamut of rhythms and percussive patterns pulling from all over the metallic spectrum1 mark a few key ways In Mourning play with this more varied palette, and to great effect. Pulling it all together, The Immortal’s crisp and clear mix showcases every performance, spotlights each vibrant tone and stimulating texture, and deftly balances soft ruminations against ferocious outbursts.

To my great delight, In Mourning’s best compositions here are those which challenge what I expect to experience. In particular, “As Long as the Twilight Stays” and “Staghorn” elicit intense frisson in my system as I cycle through each spin. In the former’s case, it is the chorus’ tremolo melody tumbling to the foreground from a wonderfully smooth percussive fill that lights up my skin. In the latter, the shock of an aggressive old-school black metal riff surprises me with a most enticing burst of velocity. Yet, each song offers much more than just a single moment of radiating pleasure. Smartly written, honed compositions like those aforementioned highlights writhe between shapes and styles in such a way as to create excitement and intrigue at every turn. Other contenders like “Silver Crescent,” “The Sojourner,” and “North Star” offer reminders of what In Mourning always excelled at, balancing syncopated riffs with weeping guitar melodies and clean vocals that evoke a synesthetic vision of sepia-toned fields of wheat brushing against a gentle breeze. More importantly, though, the effectiveness of these cuts illuminates how successfully closer “The Hounding” compiles all of In Mourning’s strengths, both proven and newfound, into a shimmering tearjerker that demands my rapt attention.

At a tight 47 minutes, The Immortal flies by with an effortless grace, leaving very little opportunity for me to capture and identify negatives. With persistence, however, I started noticing that gentle quasi-ballad quasi-interlude “Moonless Sky” is the only number that leaves my memory all too quickly. It’s gorgeous, just like everything The Immortal exhibits, but simply lacks staying power. In a similar vein, I call into question the function of opening intro “The Immortal.” It’s so short and blends so seamlessly into first track proper, “Silver Crescent,” that I wonder why the two aren’t merged into one. To reach for another nit to pick, “Song of the Cranes,” while a rock-solid song on its own, does feel less inspired and more in line with the majority of In Mourning’s existing catalog than its neighbors. It’s not so stark an outlier that it feels out of place in the tracklist. Rather, it simply feels a touch weaker by comparison.

With The Immortal, In Mourning further solidify their status as an elite act in the melodeath pantheon. It is well known to the readers and writers here that they have become my personal favorite in this particular subset, but I was still pleasantly surprised. A modest, but notable departure from their usual approach, and still unquestionably rooted in their established identity, The Immortal is on par with In Mourning’s best work. You owe it to yourselves to hear it.

Rating: Great!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Supreme Chaos Records
Websites: inmourning.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/inmourningband
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

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Viral – The Merchant Review

By Kenstrosity

When it comes to matters of taste, I find myself repeatedly surprised by the promo sump this year. I thought I knew what I would gravitate towards, but there have been several records this year that challenged that convention, both favorably and unfavorably. Swedish heavy metal quintet Viral marks yet another notch in that belt with their sophomore release, The Merchant. The only remaining question is how they’ve challenged my expectations.

Something of a lovechild between Iron Maiden and Tarot, Viral offer anthemic, classic steel, well-worn but reliable. Galloping riffs, thunderous bass lines, hooky percussive rhythms, and soaring melodies abound, shepherded by tight, concise songwriting (with the exception of an obligatory epic closer, of course). All the requisites met, there’s some question as to what Viral offer to help them stand out in the crowd. I’m not convinced Viral concern themselves with standing out, instead opting to have the most fun possible with a style that they love. I respect that, and that passion comes through clearly in these short 40 minutes of energetic heavy metal.

As it should be, the guitars are the star of the show on The Merchant. Guitarists Marcus Borggren and Larri Malinen propel The Merchant with palpable momentum, almost feeling restless in their constant motion across the frets, dueling between plucky leads and rollicking rhythms that inevitably lead into a squealing solo or two (“The Sage,” “Maverick”). While obviously derived from the generally accepted conventions and landmarks of the genre, the thunderous gallop of opener “Shake Your Shackles,” the standout bridge riff on “Lilith,” and the beautiful core refrain of highlight closer “Oceans” nonetheless get the head bobbing and the face stanking. But the guitars aren’t working alone. Linus Melchiorsen does a bang-up job holding his end on the skins, pounding double-bass runs and groovy fills out with a flair for creative transitions that give these songs lots of interest (“The Sage,” “Bow to Me”). Meanwhile, bassist Christian Ståhl offers a steady thread of low-end rumble beneath the guitars, either following their lead or splitting off to spin some counterpoint for extra dynamics (“Sands of Madness”). Put together, these instrumental performances coalesce into a record perfect for high-speed cruising with the top down.

Unfortunately, Albin Forsell’s whiskey-soaked vocals threaten to send the album experience careening into the guardrail. While he acquits himself admirably on “Oceans” with perhaps his best and most stable performance, his execution elsewhere is sometimes downright distracting. On “Maverick” in particular, his vocal tone and inconsistent pitch make it difficult to enjoy the music behind him. In other areas—heard in multiple places across The Merchant—vocal melodies often layer with one or more harmonies, but just as often they don’t end in sync with each other, adding to an already substantial disruption. And even though I know his voice is accented, it’s still extremely difficult to make out what Albin is saying, even with the lyrics in front of me, which makes thematic engagement a challenge.1 Albin delivers his lines with passion and with verve, and that deserves much credit. It’s clear he is having a ton of fun, the expression of which is among the most difficult aspects of any vocalist’s role. However, he needs to work on hitting the right notes with greater consistency and finessing his tone for falsetto duties, to find that sweet spot that makes records like this shine as they should.

In the end, The Merchant isn’t a disappointment, but it should’ve been much better. Instrumentally, all the goods are there, energetically exhibited. While their songwriting can feel derivative overall, Viral nonetheless offer lots of fun and vitality. But vocally, The Merchant needs tuning. To nail this style, a vocalist needs to be able to keep up with the instrumentation, and of course, the iconic acts that popularized heavy metal set a sky-high bar. Consequently, the next milestone for Viral is to either meet it or clear it. I have every confidence they can do it, and so I await their future wares with a measured sense of hope.

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: viraltheband.com | facebook.com/viraltheband
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025

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Illusia – Mind over Matter Review

By Killjoy

In the music business, the line between hobby and professional endeavor is often blurry. For brand-new musicians, the line might even be non-existent. And, every once in a while, a record graces our promo pile that is undeniably pure and authentic in a way only possible if its creator pours something deeply personal into the music. There is little doubt that this was the case for Jason Tyler when he formed Illusia in Manchester, UK. He took on a few bandmates and guest vocalists to help bring his progressive metal debut Mind over Matter to life, though he retains most of the songwriting and recording duties. How well might his passion project connect with a wider audience upon first exposure?

In some respects, Illusia is to prog as Fellowship is to power metal. In addition to an overarching affirming narrative,1 Mind over Matter boasts tons of colorful, sing-along choruses and tunes that will surely strike some as corny. But, like with Fellowship, no one can deny that they come from a place of earnestness. Sonically, Mind over Matter is a joyous mashup of Neal Morse’s sentimental prog rock and Ayreon’s zany keyboard wizardry. Tyler is skilled at leveraging the instruments at his disposal in complex yet catchy ways. Organ, guitar, synths, bass, and piano are layered in lockstep to weave a rich melodic tapestry, often paired with intricate drum rhythms in a fashion reminiscent of Seventh Wonder or DGM. In lesser hands, this might sound like a complete jumble, but Illusia demonstrates a compositional maturity beyond its fledgling status.

Illusia generally prioritizes emotional resonance over technical showmanship. Perhaps the most defining characteristic of Mind over Matter is its heavy reliance on tranquil ballad-esque songs. Of these, “Daydream” is by far my favorite, its piano arpeggios and poignant strings creating an affecting mood. The softer tracks are generally interspersed well with the more upbeat ones, although the back-to-back placement of “Anemoia” and “Shine Through the Night” leads to minor engagement snags. Still, a record with this many ballads should not work as well as this one does. The more technical aspects of Mind over Matter manifest in somewhat subtle ways. Dec Doyle’s guitar solos and Tyler’s keyboard melodies, while primarily uplifting, can be dazzling as well (“Delirium,” “Solace Divine”). Also, though not the main highlight of Mind over Matter, Tyler is a sneakily talented drummer, deftly brandishing syncopated rhythms throughout “What If.”

However, the vocals are where the consistency fluctuates and falters. Jason Tyler handles the majority of the singing, though in Ayreon fashion, he enlists the talents of several guest vocalists to bring the story to life. When possible, Tyler sticks to his more comfortable mid-to-low ranges while letting the guests take the higher ones, a strategy which works well with DGM’s Mark Basile (“Solace Divine”) and Chrysalïd’s Emannuel Thorsen (“Delirium”). But when he reaches for higher notes (“Arrival,” “Alone”), his vocal strain weakens the music’s emotive impact. Additionally, his harmonization with the other vocalists often feels tenuous, particularly with Alessia Scolletti’s near-shouting in the final chorus of “Shine Through the Night,” an unexpected letdown given her outstanding prior work with Temperance. Mind over Matter’s lush compositions are crying out for similar-caliber vocal talent, a taste of which comes from Lisa Skinner’s (Sorceress of Sin) gritty and occasionally operatic performance in the punchy “Dream Dance.”

While much of progressive metal is meant to tug heartstrings, Illusia displays an unflinching degree of tenderness and vulnerability that I haven’t heard too often. Mind over Matter may be unpolished, but not nearly as much as one might expect from the very first attempt of a self-produced artist. The songwriting, musicianship, and production are warm and inviting, with few moments during the hour-long runtime during which my attention wavers. Despite—and maybe because of—some vocal imperfections, Mind over Matter feels genuinely and profoundly human. And in a world where art is becoming increasingly artificial and superficial, that’s ultimately what matters most.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: illusia.bandcamp.com | instagram.com/jtptyler
Releases Worldwide: August 22nd, 2025

#2025 #35 #Aug25 #Ayreon #BritishMetal #Chrysalïd #DGM #Fellowship #Illusia #MindOverMatter #NealMorse #ProgressiveMetal #ProgressiveRock #Review #Reviews #SelfRelease #SeventhWonder #SorceressOfSin #Temperance

Visitant – Rubidium Review

By Owlswald

No matter if you’re a seasoned band or new to the game, choosing the right pre-release track is critical when kicking off PR for a new album. And in a crowded music scene, where everyone is fighting to make their mark, the challenge is even greater: can you leave a lasting impression in the first few minutes to make me want to keep listening? Pensacola, Florida’s Visitant did just that with “Starless,” the first single from their debut album, Rubidium. Taylor Tidwell’s (Unaligned) blackened riffing, the death-infused rhythms of drummer Anthony Lusk-Simone (Abiotic) and bassist Kilian Duarte (Abiotic, Scale the Summit), and the tormented shrieks of vocalist Chelsea Marrow (Voraath) grabbed me immediately, leading me to promptly snag the full promo from the bone pile. Intended to be a departure from the members’ other projects, Rubidium offers a visceral and harrowing descent into a hellish, otherworldly state driven by profound loss and torment.

Visitant blends their tech-death roots with the classic symphonic black metal sound to craft Rubidium’s spiritual aura. The record’s haunting mood is immediately apparent on “Unworldly,” which opens with a sinister orchestral passage that quickly gives way to a vicious miasma of Marrow’s icy rasps, Lusk-Simone’s malevolent blasts and Tidwell’s eerie leads. The progression is reminiscent of early Cradle of Filth and gets the album off to a strong start. The performances on Rubidium are solid across the board, with Visitant skillfully blending technical precision with raw feel. The dynamic interplay between Tidwell’s guitar and Lusk-Simone’s drums create a stylish balance. The two frequently push and pull, creating a dialogue that feels synchronized but also spontaneous. Marrow—who has lent her vocal talents to video games like Doom Eternal and Senua’s Saga: Hellblade II—contributes her versatility, conjuring vengeful spirits through an expressive séance of rasps and hoarse growls (“Fodder,” “Starless”), Gojira-encrusted hymns (“Rubidium,” “Briars”) and ethereal croons (“Moon Bathe,” “Envy’s Lament”). It’s evident she has great range, but her sparse use of her striking cleans is disappointing and could have been a game-changer for the group’s sound.

Rather than relying on the guitar to take center stage, Lusk-Simone’s technical drumming drives Visitant’s eldritch sound with powerful, forward-moving energy. His precision blasts, acrobatic fills and progressive rhythms imbue Rubidium with an aural restlessness, balancing Tidwell’s Opethian chords (“Rubidium,” “Unworldly”) and moody refrains. This creative reversal of a common metal paradigm—where guitars are the heart and soul—allows Lusk-Simone’s performance to shine. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the strongest three-song stretch—from “Starless” to “Fodder”—which are defined by Tidwell’s unnerving, bending milieus and proficient shredding that underpin Lusk-Simone’s explosive kit work. Noteworthy highlights include Lusk-Simone’s hard-hitting fills coupled with rapid-fire double bass and swing beats in “Fodder” or the title track’s memorable and heavy syncopated bridge where Lusk-Simone and Tidwell lock together perfectly before settling back into their respective roles.

But odd production choices unexpectedly hold back Rubidium’s strength. Despite Tidwell’s memorable and astute riffs, and a high DR score, the production often buries the guitars too far back in the mix. Consequently, this makes Tidwell’s playing feel muted and strips his guitar of its authority. I had to almost max out the mid-range EQ on my headphones to really hear Tidwell’s guitar work on tracks like “Briars” and “Otherworldly”—a frustrating outcome that’s impossible to overlook. At just thirty-two minutes, Rubidium also feels short, a feeling amplified by its closing instrumental, “Moon Bathe.” While the interlude has promising ideas and an interesting exotic flair, it’s over too quickly and feels underdeveloped.

Rubidium left me with a sense of anticipation rather than satisfaction, feeling less like a complete body of work and more like an intriguing blueprint for what’s to come. Still, when Visitant’s talents align—as they do on the album’s strongest tracks—the result is an unsettling and convincing blend of technicality and raw emotion. There’s no shortage of quality performances, and Rubidium has all the ingredients for a gripping album. By further refining their approach and leaning into their more bespoke qualities, Visitant is poised to deliver an album that builds on the considerable promise of this debut.

Rating: Mixed
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Exitus Stratagem Records
Websites: visitant1.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/visitantband
Releases Worldwide: August 22nd, 2025

#25 #2025 #Abiotic #AmericanMetalMetal #Aug25 #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #CradleOfFilth #DeathMetal #ExitusStratagemRecords #Gojira #Opeth #Review #Reviews #Rubidium #ScaleTheSummit #Unaligned #Visitant #Voraath

Månegarm – Edsvuren Review

By Angry Metal Guy

Once upon a time, Månegarm was an apex predator of the blackened folk metal scene that took metal by storm (er, Storm) in the early-to-mid-2000s. For a brief moment, as Heathenfests proliferated and white guys from Wisconsin,1 fell in love with songs about Vikings and runes, the Viking metal/folk metal subgenre was the Next Big Thing, fueled by a surprisingly liquid supply of fiddles, jaw harps, gallops, and flask-swinging choruses. Yet, time wasn’t kind. Turisas ghosted us after leaving us a weird note, Finntroll got lost in the woods and returned changed, and even Thyrfing and Moonsorrow have slowed to a crawl. But Månegarm has never stopped.2 With the impending release of Edsvuren (Oathbound or Sworn), their thirteenth full-length and fifth since signing with Napalm Records, this Swedish trio stands as one of the last standard-bearers of this once-ferocious scene.

Månegarm’s arc explains how we got here. From Havets vargar (2000) to Nattväsen (2009), Månegarm was among the hardest-hitting of the folk metal vanguard. They blended black metal’s blasting intensity with violin counterpoint (and solos), and Erik Grawsiö’s gravel-throated roar. But following Nattväsen, Månegarm underwent a serious change. With the departure of their violinist and bassist, Grawsiö moved to bass, but more importantly, they emerged with a retooled sound. By 2013’s Legions of the North, Månegarm had begun shaping themselves towards something more akin to Amon Amarth’s mid-paced crunch than the blastful abandon of their black metal roots. Edsvuren continues the same trajectory, letting the flames burn low rather than trying to rekindle the blaze; content to let the embers glow.

When the wind blows right, however, Månegarm’s fire burns bright. When these Swedes go heavy, the results are still vital—some of the best metal they’ve released in years. The opening trifecta demonstrates this: “I skogfruns famn” brims with trem-picked harmonies, fiddle, and melodies and pacing that evoke Isengard or Lumsk. “Lögrinns värn” picks up the pace and builds on Amon Amarthian heft, while “En Blodvittneskrans”—one of the album’s standout tracks—crackles with surprisingly punk-inflected drumming and tremelos that transport me to Bjoergvin. On the album’s back half, we again find heavy tracks that brim with harmonic minor riffing, fantastic vocal harmonies, and creative songwriting. “Skild från hugen” stretches into a seven-minute epic, weaving gallops, fiddle, and a doomy interlude where Elinor Videfors’ smoky alto helps to elevate the song. While “Likgökens fest” follows with another blast of urgency. In these moments, Månegarm is vibrant and confident, with a powerful sound and presence.

Much of Edsvuren, however, lives in the embers. Acoustic folk tracks like “Rodhins hav,” “Till gudars följe,” and “I runor ristades orden” aren’t filler; they’re beautiful. The production places each acoustic strum and hand drum with care, and Videfors’ voice adds a crystalline, haunting quality. Ancient and evocative, these songs are built on droning harmonies and modal folk melodies. And they sound great. In listening to these, I’m reminded of Panopticon’s Laurentian Blue, folk music with fiddle and a deep melancholy.3 The problem is proportion. Nearly half the record lives in this slower, acoustic, or mid-paced heavy space. And when stacked back-to-back (“Rodhins hav” through “Hör mitt kall,” and then again in the closing pair of songs), the album sputters. At 51 minutes, Edsvuren isn’t overlong, but there are moments when the pacing lengthens the album.

The vocals provide the oxygen that keeps Edsvuren burning, showcasing some of the finest arrangements Månegarm has ever recorded. Grawsiö’s extreme vocals remain commanding, but it’s his cleans—gravelly and full,4 at times evoking throat singing—that unite Edsvuren. The interplay with the guest vocalists—Elinor Videfors, Grawsiö’s daughter Lea on “I skogfruns famn”—is well balanced. And at its best, the record gives the impression that you’re sitting around the campfire and listening to them sing. Choruses bloom into layers of voices that feel almost ritualistic—but at least communal—and are balanced expertly in the mix (“Till gudars följe”). There’s an almost Finntrollian playfulness in the vocal arrangements at times (again, “Till gudars följe”), while at other times the harmonies are clinically tight like harmonic minor Bad Religion or early Soen. Even when the riffs tread familiar ground—or the album feels like it’s slowing down too much—the vocals continually elevate compositions and keep me hooked.

Edsvuren is an album that’s easy to like, but tricky to love. But I can say with confidence that it’s my favorite Månegarm since the Napalm run began in 2013. The heavy material is vital, energetic, and it reminds me of why I fell in love with these Swedish wolves to begin with. The folk songs and feel are brittle and beautiful, and give the album character and variety. Unfortunately, the overall balance of the record leans a little too hard into mid-tempo riffs, rock feels rather than blastbeats, and acoustic folk music—resulting in pacing that makes it feel less than the sum of its Very-Good!-to-Great! parts. I enjoy the songs, I admire the craft, but taken as a whole, they leave Edsvuren a little low on bite. Edsvuren may not spark anew Månegarm’s flames, but it tends the embers—keeping them warm enough for fellowship, beer, and song.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream5
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: linktr.ee/manegarmofficial | manegarm.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmonAmarth #Aug25 #BadReligion #Edsvuren #Finntroll #FolkMetal #HavetsVargar #Isengard #LaurentianBlue #Lumsk #Månegarm #MelodicBlackMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #Moonsorrow #NapalmRecords #Nattväsen #Panopticon #Review #Reviews #Soen #Storm #Thyrfing #Turisas #VikingMetal

Månegarm – Edsvuren Review

By Angry Metal Guy

Once upon a time, Månegarm was an apex predator of the blackened folk metal scene that took metal by storm (er, Storm) in the early-to-mid-2000s. For a brief moment, as Heathenfests proliferated and white guys from Wisconsin,1 fell in love with songs about Vikings and runes, the Viking metal/folk metal subgenre was the Next Big Thing, fueled by a surprisingly liquid supply of fiddles, jaw harps, gallops, and flask-swinging choruses. Yet, time wasn’t kind. Turisas ghosted us after leaving us a weird note, Finntroll got lost in the woods and returned changed, and even Thyrfing and Moonsorrow have slowed to a crawl. But Månegarm has never stopped.2 With the impending release of Edsvuren (Oathbound or Sworn), their thirteenth full-length and fifth since signing with Napalm Records, this Swedish trio stands as one of the last standard-bearers of this once-ferocious scene.

Månegarm’s arc explains how we got here. From Havets vargar (2000) to Nattväsen (2009), Månegarm was among the hardest-hitting of the folk metal vanguard. They blended black metal’s blasting intensity with violin counterpoint (and solos), and Erik Grawsiö’s gravel-throated roar. But following Nattväsen, Månegarm underwent a serious change. With the departure of their violinist and bassist, Grawsiö moved to bass, but more importantly, they emerged with a retooled sound. By 2013’s Legions of the North, Månegarm had begun shaping themselves towards something more akin to Amon Amarth’s mid-paced crunch than the blastful abandon of their black metal roots. Edsvuren continues the same trajectory, letting the flames burn low rather than trying to rekindle the blaze; content to let the embers glow.

When the wind blows right, however, Månegarm’s fire burns bright. When these Swedes go heavy, the results are still vital—some of the best metal they’ve released in years. The opening trifecta demonstrates this: “I skogfruns famn” brims with trem-picked harmonies, fiddle, and melodies and pacing that evoke Isengard or Lumsk. “Lögrinns värn” picks up the pace and builds on Amon Amarthian heft, while “En Blodvittneskrans”—one of the album’s standout tracks—crackles with surprisingly punk-inflected drumming and tremelos that transport me to Bjoergvin. On the album’s back half, we again find heavy tracks that brim with harmonic minor riffing, fantastic vocal harmonies, and creative songwriting. “Skild från hugen” stretches into a seven-minute epic, weaving gallops, fiddle, and a doomy interlude where Elinor Videfors’ smoky alto helps to elevate the song. While “Likgökens fest” follows with another blast of urgency. In these moments, Månegarm is vibrant and confident, with a powerful sound and presence.

Much of Edsvuren, however, lives in the embers. Acoustic folk tracks like “Rodhins hav,” “Till gudars följe,” and “I runor ristades orden” aren’t filler; they’re beautiful. The production places each acoustic strum and hand drum with care, and Videfors’ voice adds a crystalline, haunting quality. Ancient and evocative, these songs are built on droning harmonies and modal folk melodies. And they sound great. In listening to these, I’m reminded of Panopticon’s Laurentian Blue, folk music with fiddle and a deep melancholy.3 The problem is proportion. Nearly half the record lives in this slower, acoustic, or mid-paced heavy space. And when stacked back-to-back (“Rodhins hav” through “Hör mitt kall,” and then again in the closing pair of songs), the album sputters. At 51 minutes, Edsvuren isn’t overlong, but there are moments when the pacing lengthens the album.

The vocals provide the oxygen that keeps Edsvuren burning, showcasing some of the finest arrangements Månegarm has ever recorded. Grawsiö’s extreme vocals remain commanding, but it’s his cleans—gravelly and full,4 at times evoking throat singing—that unite Edsvuren. The interplay with the guest vocalists—Elinor Videfors, Grawsiö’s daughter Lea on “I skogfruns famn”—is well balanced. And at its best, the record gives the impression that you’re sitting around the campfire and listening to them sing. Choruses bloom into layers of voices that feel almost ritualistic—but at least communal—and are balanced expertly in the mix (“Till gudars följe”). There’s an almost Finntrollian playfulness in the vocal arrangements at times (again, “Till gudars följe”), while at other times the harmonies are clinically tight like harmonic minor Bad Religion or early Soen. Even when the riffs tread familiar ground—or the album feels like it’s slowing down too much—the vocals continually elevate compositions and keep me hooked.

Edsvuren is an album that’s easy to like, but tricky to love. But I can say with confidence that it’s my favorite Månegarm since the Napalm run began in 2013. The heavy material is vital, energetic, and it reminds me of why I fell in love with these Swedish wolves to begin with. The folk songs and feel are brittle and beautiful, and give the album character and variety. Unfortunately, the overall balance of the record leans a little too hard into mid-tempo riffs, rock feels rather than blastbeats, and acoustic folk music—resulting in pacing that makes it feel less than the sum of its Very-Good!-to-Great! parts. I enjoy the songs, I admire the craft, but taken as a whole, they leave Edsvuren a little low on bite. Edsvuren may not spark anew Månegarm’s flames, but it tends the embers—keeping them warm enough for fellowship, beer, and song.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream5
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: linktr.ee/manegarmofficial | manegarm.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmonAmarth #Aug25 #BadReligion #Edsvuren #Finntroll #FolkMetal #HavetsVargar #Isengard #LaurentianBlue #Lumsk #Månegarm #MelodicBlackMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #Moonsorrow #NapalmRecords #Nattväsen #Panopticon #Review #Reviews #Soen #Storm #Thyrfing #Turisas #VikingMetal

Månegarm – Edsvuren Review

By Angry Metal Guy

Once upon a time, Månegarm was an apex predator of the blackened folk metal scene that took metal by storm (er, Storm) in the early-to-mid-2000s. For a brief moment, as Heathenfests proliferated and white guys from Wisconsin,1 fell in love with songs about Vikings and runes, the Viking metal/folk metal subgenre was the Next Big Thing, fueled by a surprisingly liquid supply of fiddles, jaw harps, gallops, and flask-swinging choruses. Yet, time wasn’t kind. Turisas ghosted us after leaving us a weird note, Finntroll got lost in the woods and returned changed, and even Thyrfing and Moonsorrow have slowed to a crawl. But Månegarm has never stopped.2 With the impending release of Edsvuren (Oathbound or Sworn), their thirteenth full-length and fifth since signing with Napalm Records, this Swedish trio stands as one of the last standard-bearers of this once-ferocious scene.

Månegarm’s arc explains how we got here. From Havets vargar (2000) to Nattväsen (2009), Månegarm was among the hardest-hitting of the folk metal vanguard. They blended black metal’s blasting intensity with violin counterpoint (and solos), and Erik Grawsiö’s gravel-throated roar. But following Nattväsen, Månegarm underwent a serious change. With the departure of their violinist and bassist, Grawsiö moved to bass, but more importantly, they emerged with a retooled sound. By 2013’s Legions of the North, Månegarm had begun shaping themselves towards something more akin to Amon Amarth’s mid-paced crunch than the blastful abandon of their black metal roots. Edsvuren continues the same trajectory, letting the flames burn low rather than trying to rekindle the blaze; content to let the embers glow.

When the wind blows right, however, Månegarm’s fire burns bright. When these Swedes go heavy, the results are still vital—some of the best metal they’ve released in years. The opening trifecta demonstrates this: “I skogfruns famn” brims with trem-picked harmonies, fiddle, and melodies and pacing that evoke Isengard or Lumsk. “Lögrinns värn” picks up the pace and builds on Amon Amarthian heft, while “En Blodvittneskrans”—one of the album’s standout tracks—crackles with surprisingly punk-inflected drumming and tremelos that transport me to Bjoergvin. On the album’s back half, we again find heavy tracks that brim with harmonic minor riffing, fantastic vocal harmonies, and creative songwriting. “Skild från hugen” stretches into a seven-minute epic, weaving gallops, fiddle, and a doomy interlude where Elinor Videfors’ smoky alto helps to elevate the song. While “Likgökens fest” follows with another blast of urgency. In these moments, Månegarm is vibrant and confident, with a powerful sound and presence.

Much of Edsvuren, however, lives in the embers. Acoustic folk tracks like “Rodhins hav,” “Till gudars följe,” and “I runor ristades orden” aren’t filler; they’re beautiful. The production places each acoustic strum and hand drum with care, and Videfors’ voice adds a crystalline, haunting quality. Ancient and evocative, these songs are built on droning harmonies and modal folk melodies. And they sound great. In listening to these, I’m reminded of Panopticon’s Laurentian Blue, folk music with fiddle and a deep melancholy.3 The problem is proportion. Nearly half the record lives in this slower, acoustic, or mid-paced heavy space. And when stacked back-to-back (“Rodhins hav” through “Hör mitt kall,” and then again in the closing pair of songs), the album sputters. At 51 minutes, Edsvuren isn’t overlong, but there are moments when the pacing lengthens the album.

The vocals provide the oxygen that keeps Edsvuren burning, showcasing some of the finest arrangements Månegarm has ever recorded. Grawsiö’s extreme vocals remain commanding, but it’s his cleans—gravelly and full,4 at times evoking throat singing—that unite Edsvuren. The interplay with the guest vocalists—Elinor Videfors, Grawsiö’s daughter Lea on “I skogfruns famn”—is well balanced. And at its best, the record gives the impression that you’re sitting around the campfire and listening to them sing. Choruses bloom into layers of voices that feel almost ritualistic—but at least communal—and are balanced expertly in the mix (“Till gudars följe”). There’s an almost Finntrollian playfulness in the vocal arrangements at times (again, “Till gudars följe”), while at other times the harmonies are clinically tight like harmonic minor Bad Religion or early Soen. Even when the riffs tread familiar ground—or the album feels like it’s slowing down too much—the vocals continually elevate compositions and keep me hooked.

Edsvuren is an album that’s easy to like, but tricky to love. But I can say with confidence that it’s my favorite Månegarm since the Napalm run began in 2013. The heavy material is vital, energetic, and it reminds me of why I fell in love with these Swedish wolves to begin with. The folk songs and feel are brittle and beautiful, and give the album character and variety. Unfortunately, the overall balance of the record leans a little too hard into mid-tempo riffs, rock feels rather than blastbeats, and acoustic folk music—resulting in pacing that makes it feel less than the sum of its Very-Good!-to-Great! parts. I enjoy the songs, I admire the craft, but taken as a whole, they leave Edsvuren a little low on bite. Edsvuren may not spark anew Månegarm’s flames, but it tends the embers—keeping them warm enough for fellowship, beer, and song.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream5
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: linktr.ee/manegarmofficial | manegarm.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmonAmarth #Aug25 #BadReligion #Edsvuren #Finntroll #FolkMetal #HavetsVargar #Isengard #LaurentianBlue #Lumsk #Månegarm #MelodicBlackMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #Moonsorrow #NapalmRecords #Nattväsen #Panopticon #Review #Reviews #Soen #Storm #Thyrfing #Turisas #VikingMetal

Månegarm – Edsvuren Review

By Angry Metal Guy

Once upon a time, Månegarm was an apex predator of the blackened folk metal scene that took metal by storm (er, Storm) in the early-to-mid-2000s. For a brief moment, as Heathenfests proliferated and white guys from Wisconsin,1 fell in love with songs about Vikings and runes, the Viking metal/folk metal subgenre was the Next Big Thing, fueled by a surprisingly liquid supply of fiddles, jaw harps, gallops, and flask-swinging choruses. Yet, time wasn’t kind. Turisas ghosted us after leaving us a weird note, Finntroll got lost in the woods and returned changed, and even Thyrfing and Moonsorrow have slowed to a crawl. But Månegarm has never stopped.2 With the impending release of Edsvuren (Oathbound or Sworn), their thirteenth full-length and fifth since signing with Napalm Records, this Swedish trio stands as one of the last standard-bearers of this once-ferocious scene.

Månegarm’s arc explains how we got here. From Havets vargar (2000) to Nattväsen (2009), Månegarm was among the hardest-hitting of the folk metal vanguard. They blended black metal’s blasting intensity with violin counterpoint (and solos), and Erik Grawsiö’s gravel-throated roar. But following Nattväsen, Månegarm underwent a serious change. With the departure of their violinist and bassist, Grawsiö moved to bass, but more importantly, they emerged with a retooled sound. By 2013’s Legions of the North, Månegarm had begun shaping themselves towards something more akin to Amon Amarth’s mid-paced crunch than the blastful abandon of their black metal roots. Edsvuren continues the same trajectory, letting the flames burn low rather than trying to rekindle the blaze; content to let the embers glow.

When the wind blows right, however, Månegarm’s fire burns bright. When these Swedes go heavy, the results are still vital—some of the best metal they’ve released in years. The opening trifecta demonstrates this: “I skogfruns famn” brims with trem-picked harmonies, fiddle, and melodies and pacing that evoke Isengard or Lumsk. “Lögrinns värn” picks up the pace and builds on Amon Amarthian heft, while “En Blodvittneskrans”—one of the album’s standout tracks—crackles with surprisingly punk-inflected drumming and tremelos that transport me to Bjoergvin. On the album’s back half, we again find heavy tracks that brim with harmonic minor riffing, fantastic vocal harmonies, and creative songwriting. “Skild från hugen” stretches into a seven-minute epic, weaving gallops, fiddle, and a doomy interlude where Elinor Videfors’ smoky alto helps to elevate the song. While “Likgökens fest” follows with another blast of urgency. In these moments, Månegarm is vibrant and confident, with a powerful sound and presence.

Much of Edsvuren, however, lives in the embers. Acoustic folk tracks like “Rodhins hav,” “Till gudars följe,” and “I runor ristades orden” aren’t filler; they’re beautiful. The production places each acoustic strum and hand drum with care, and Videfors’ voice adds a crystalline, haunting quality. Ancient and evocative, these songs are built on droning harmonies and modal folk melodies. And they sound great. In listening to these, I’m reminded of Panopticon’s Laurentian Blue, folk music with fiddle and a deep melancholy.3 The problem is proportion. Nearly half the record lives in this slower, acoustic, or mid-paced heavy space. And when stacked back-to-back (“Rodhins hav” through “Hör mitt kall,” and then again in the closing pair of songs), the album sputters. At 51 minutes, Edsvuren isn’t overlong, but there are moments when the pacing lengthens the album.

The vocals provide the oxygen that keeps Edsvuren burning, showcasing some of the finest arrangements Månegarm has ever recorded. Grawsiö’s extreme vocals remain commanding, but it’s his cleans—gravelly and full,4 at times evoking throat singing—that unite Edsvuren. The interplay with the guest vocalists—Elinor Videfors, Grawsiö’s daughter Lea on “I skogfruns famn”—is well balanced. And at its best, the record gives the impression that you’re sitting around the campfire and listening to them sing. Choruses bloom into layers of voices that feel almost ritualistic—but at least communal—and are balanced expertly in the mix (“Till gudars följe”). There’s an almost Finntrollian playfulness in the vocal arrangements at times (again, “Till gudars följe”), while at other times the harmonies are clinically tight like harmonic minor Bad Religion or early Soen. Even when the riffs tread familiar ground—or the album feels like it’s slowing down too much—the vocals continually elevate compositions and keep me hooked.

Edsvuren is an album that’s easy to like, but tricky to love. But I can say with confidence that it’s my favorite Månegarm since the Napalm run began in 2013. The heavy material is vital, energetic, and it reminds me of why I fell in love with these Swedish wolves to begin with. The folk songs and feel are brittle and beautiful, and give the album character and variety. Unfortunately, the overall balance of the record leans a little too hard into mid-tempo riffs, rock feels rather than blastbeats, and acoustic folk music—resulting in pacing that makes it feel less than the sum of its Very-Good!-to-Great! parts. I enjoy the songs, I admire the craft, but taken as a whole, they leave Edsvuren a little low on bite. Edsvuren may not spark anew Månegarm’s flames, but it tends the embers—keeping them warm enough for fellowship, beer, and song.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream5
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: linktr.ee/manegarmofficial | manegarm.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

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Visions Unseen – Echoes Through Time Review

By Killjoy

Time and memory are innately connected. In the hourglass of life, the sand of time from the top steadily and mercilessly passes to the bottom, where it may live on as memories. Musings of this nature are the inspiration of Echoes Through Time, the debut album of Visions Unseen from Montréal, Canada, which is billed as “a meditation on the impermanence of existence and the memories that persist long after all else has faded.” Yet, the mind is but an imperfect, finite vessel unable to remember all. Is Echoes Through Time memorable enough to remain in the hourglass or will it spill out through the cracks?

Visions Unseen resides somewhere between technical and melodic death metal without feeling fully like either. Guitarist Rémi Legresley,1 who creatively spearheads the group, plays vaguely neoclassical leads and solos, though you won’t hear much of the hyperactive shredding commonly found in modern tech death. The meat of the riffwork recalls Revocation’s burly brand of death metal battling against the turbulence of The Black Dahlia Murder. There are trace elements of Gojira groove at times, although Yann Guénette’s bass lines tend to be more hulking and rattling. Visions Unseen managed to nab the drum services of Simon McKay following the breakup of The Agonist, who refuses to let the frequent stylistic shifts throw him off balance.

Though the goal of combining multiple genres is for them to complement one another, the risk is a final product that doesn’t feel like it belongs anywhere. The latter is, sadly, the case with Echoes Through Time. The melodies are not particularly striking; this is no Retromorphosis or Dååth with ultra-hooky guitars that zip around. Likewise, when vocalist Patrick Goyette sings, he sounds more intent on conveying grit than a tune. Neither does Visions Unseen offer the intense sensory overload that defines tech death. The guitar solos are enjoyable (particularly in opener “Forged in Resolve” and closer “The Final Reckoning”), but they also lack purpose and structure, nor are they virtuosic enough to wow from that standpoint. Worse, the musical tones almost always come across as clinical or emotionally devoid, one of tech death’s most common pitfalls.

In truth, I would enjoy Echoes Through Time more if not for the smothering demeanor of the vocals. The guttural screams and growls are often needlessly loud and belligerent, leaving many passages charred on the outside and undercooked on the inside like an ill-fated steak. But when the compositions are occasionally given a chance to breathe, glimpses of potential shine through. The synth-led interlude midway through “Breaking the Illusions” and the tranquil guitar plucks in “The Final Reckoning” provide much-needed nuance, as well as a reprieve from the noisy assault. Interestingly, many of the intros and outros are what show the most promise, most notably the buildup of ominous keyboards and the peppy melodeath riffing bookending “Nothing Will Remain.” In like manner, McKay’s strong drumwork bolsters the opening moments of “Edge of Eternity” beyond what they would have been otherwise.

Much like its cover artwork, Echoes Through Time contains many competing ideas and philosophies that don’t completely come together. Neither the guitars nor the vocals carry enough melodic potency to cement a lasting place in my memory, even after many front-to-back spins. The style of the guttural vocals doesn’t feel like a good fit, distracting from or even actively hurting the overall experience. Visions Unseen is capable of writing ear-catching sections, but they are generally concentrated in the intros and sometimes feel totally divorced from the remainder of their respective songs. Ultimately, those looking for melody and/or technicality in their death metal would likely find more success elsewhere.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: PCM
Label: Self-Release
Websites: visionsunseen.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/people/Visions-Unseen
Releases Worldwide: August 11th, 2025

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Vindicator – Whispers of Death Review

By Steel Druhm

New thrash doesn’t hit my ears as much as it used to, and more than any other metal genre, it seems the hardest to effectively recreate outside of its original boom era (1983-1990). There were shining moments in the Great Rethrash Movement that kicked off in 2000, and sure, the Big Dawgs have managed to drop surprisingly spry platters here and there.1 We know thrash can still deliver a WOW factor when executed at a high level, and even when it falls short and doesn’t blow your doors off, it can still be a good rowdy time. That brings us to Ohio Sons Vindictor. They’ve been banging it out since 2005 and have 4 albums under their belt, the last 2 of which received favorable coverage from AMG Himself. Now we get the fifth outing, Whispers of Death, and with it a whole lot of old school thrash enthusiasm. Can these Mid-West thrashards keep the momentum going in these lean years of thrash n’ bash? The speed world certainly needs a hero.

Opener “Whispers of Death…Anxiety’s Grip” puts a good boot forward with satisfyingly crunchy riffs and an over-the-top energy commitment. Olde/new frontman Marshall Law (I know) serves up blackened rasps, harsh thrash barks, and proto-death croaks, always sounding like he’s having a major emotional crisis and needs a hug. The backing riffs are high-octane and effectively brain-shaking, and there’s a goofy vibe behind it all that reeks of acts like Tankard, but it never gets too tongue-in-cheek. There’s a lot of impressive fretboard showmanship, and things are kept bouncy and agitated even as the song pushes against the 6-minute mark. “Charnal Pastures” ups the heaviness factor, going for something like blackened thrash and reminding of Skeletonwitch at points. It’s a wild, reckless ride off a cliff, and Law gives it his all. “Thirst for Violence” also rips shit up, approaching Demolition Hammer levels of speed and fury and even flirting with death-thrash. It’s good unholy fun.

Sadly, there is a second-half dip, with a few songs hitting less intensely and leaving fewer bruises. “Exhaustion” is a punky crossover type song that’s goofy but not especially interesting, though it gets points for reminding me of legendary Long Island hardcore act Crumbsuckers.2 “Bleed Between the Lines” isn’t bad, but it feels generic and a bit underwhelming. However, there are some winners to be found as the album winds out. “Merry Evenings Make Sad Mournings” is an ode to excessive imbibing and the regret that comes with it. It’s a rip-ride that Tankard will wish they wrote 30 years ago, and Law screaming, “I’m never drinking again!” is a sentiment we can all relate to. Penultimate cut “Ripper Attack” marries Accept-style metal riffs with thrash leads for a fist-pumping, stadium-ready bomber about murder and mayhem that sounds way happier than it should. There are 2 interludes included, and “Abominable Intelligence” is a sort of instrumental with spoken word that falls into the interlude box as well. None of these are bad, but they feel unnecessary. At 45 minutes, Whispers of Death would be stronger and tighter with these removed.

Billy Zahn and Vic Stown are a potent axe tandem with a lot of ability. There’s no shortage of effective thrash riffage flying around, and when it comes time to wank the noodles, these cats burn the night down. I appreciate the inclusion of traditional and black metal elements into their work product as well. Marshall Law goes for broke from minute one to minute done with a collection of different vocal approaches. His base thrash snarl is effective, and his forays into black/death extremity add to the fun. Bassist Ed Stephens (Ringworm, Shok Paris) has chops, and he’s fairly audible, adding a meaty low-end rumble and twang. New drummer Glen Monturi also acquits himself well, offering a nonstop barrage of blasts, rolls, and toms trucking. It’s only the consistency of the writing that holds Whispers back from that next tier of thrash goodness.

Whispers of Death is a frantically entertaining thrash outing by a band that loves the genre dearly. It’s not going to make year-end lists or bring speed back in fashion, but it’s the kind of thrasher you can air guitar along with as you chug shitty beers with quality hooligans. That’s why we blast this shit, so Vindicator knows their audience and feeds it properly. That’s good enough for me in 2025.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: No Life ’til Metal
Websites: vindicator.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/vindicatormetal | instagram.com/vindicatormetal
Releases Worldwide: August 22nd, 2025

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Mehrwertsteuer – Krone der Schöpfung Review

By Twelve

Black metal is, traditionally, an angry style of music. That’s not controversial, right? The early pioneers of the genre wrote about such things that made them angry or that were expressions of anger. With that in mind, it’s kind of weird that I’ve yet to hear about a black metal band that writes about taxes. Of all the controversial, rage-inducing elements of modern life to write about, surely taxes are something we can all agree on at least disliking. And yet, when I came across Krone der Schöpfung (“Crown of Creation”), the debut full-length release of German Mehrwertsteuer (“Value-Added Tax”), it was the first time I’d heard this idea in practice. Mehrwertsteuer offers here a bleak, satirical exploration of economics, greed, and, yes, taxation. How well does the idea translate?

I’ve jokingly commented that I expected Krone der Schöpfung to be the angriest black metal album I’ve ever heard—how could it not be with its subject matter? And while I obviously don’t genuinely have expectations that high, it was a nice surprise when Mehrwertsteuer hit the ground practically sprinting with energetic riffs and vicious snarls that align well with their melodic black(ened) metal vision. The barrage is instant; Krone der Schöpfung is here to grind you down; they’re like your boss’s boss’s boss in that way. The drumming is meaty, the riffs are angry, and the keys are rare but effective when they show up. Even the bass is mighty, taking some clear inspiration from death metal tropes; when it rears its head, as in “Steuerlast,” it’s downright grimy. All in all, Mehrwertsteuer do a good job of sounding like they really don’t care much for their titular concept, and it’s a treat.

How much you enjoy Krone der Schöpfung may well come down to how you feel in the first minute of the above highlight track. “Arbeitsmarktkampf” riffs like it has nothing to lose, a marching, steady rhythm punctuated by quick-fire tremolos, and extended melodic passages. The melodic passages are heavily influenced by death metal, which is to say they aren’t that melodic—rather, they break up the barrage of riffs and blast beats in a way that gives structure and purpose to Krone der Schöpfung.”Der Fiskus,” for example, despite an eerie opening with keys, is a beast of a song, featuring a particularly great contrast between low growls and high leads on the guitar. “Verlust der Vernunft” is a touch slower, but uses its chugging riffs to create a blackened soaring effect that gives it an atmospheric quality. Krone der Schöpfung is a heavy, blackened album first and foremost, and it is clear almost immediately after hitting play.

But the main reason I say your first impression is the most likely one to hold is that a lot of Krone der Schöpfung relies on the same basic structure and ideas. There are heavy riffs, meaty blast beats, and a fairly minimalistic melodic element—typically a tremolo—to keep each song from sounding exactly the same. To my ears, though, while they don’t all sound exactly the same, a lot of them are pretty close to it. My opinion on all three of “EZB,” “Leidzins,” and “Mittelstandsangst” essentially boils down to “nice riffs, cool growls.” It’s all technically proficient, but it feels like it’s lacking some kind of character or soul. The topic of black metal about taxes is either really bleak or really funny, and I don’t quite feel I get either from the experience. I’m honestly not sure if I think it’s something with the songwriting, the production, or if it’s just me—for example, I don’t speak German, so I can’t actually follow along with the commentary—but I can’t shake the feeling that something is missing here.

Mehrwertsteuer here offer well-executed metal on a relatable topic that feels like the first step in a good direction. While I’m not sure it quite has the impact it intends to, its solid foundation and interesting premise make Krone der Schöpfung worth a listen, and Mehrwertsteuer worth keeping an eye on. And if you like your metal blackened, angry, or just a touch sarcastic, you may find more to enjoy here than I did. I wish it had done more, but what is here is solid, straightforward, blackened, death-y metal. There’s certainly something to be said for that.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self-release
Websites: mehrwertsteuer.bandcamp.com | mehrwertsteuer.rocks | facebook.com/mehrwertsteuer.metal
Releases Worldwide: August 8th, 2025

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Ashen – Leave the Flesh Behind Review

By Kenstrosity

Australian death metal troupe Ashen impressed me back in 2023, but not because their debut record Ritual of Ash was an especially good or groundbreaking record. Instead, their confident presentation, deceptively impactful songwriting structures, and subtly distinct approach to a weathered style of death metal struck me as a rare case. Where many acts that pedal peddle an HM-2 or adjacent style of death metal content themselves with base reproduction of common idols, Ashen merely use their influences as a foundation for their own voice. With more time to massage their songwriting further and strengthen their identity, Ashen prepare sophomore monster Leave the Flesh Behind, and it’s big.

Simple songwriting predicated on strict formulas leads to treacherous places riddled with pitfalls. Monotony, boredom, lack of identity, flatness, and toothlessness characterize countless records written by bands unprepared to navigate these pitfalls, but Ashen swerve and swivel around many of them. Of course, those familiar with Entombed, Dismember, or more modern acts like Wombbath and Helslave are bound to hear a familiar thread connecting Leave the Flesh Behind to the classic HM-2 sound and style. But with each of those categories, Ashen tweak and twist it with a gentle hand into a gnarled form, curling mid-paced stomps into knotty tangles of deceptively sophisticated riffs and mammoth grooves. Darker still than Ritual of Ash, Leave the Flesh Behind feels thoroughly ominous, dangerous, and unstoppable. Thanks to a production job that highlights the low end and scoops the midrange just a touch, Ashen’s sound creates a wide and airy soundstage. On it, Ashen’s crushing footfalls reverberate though the air with all the menace of an unearthly beast, heard but not seen.

As is the case with many records in my library, Leave the Flesh Behind’s title track is the perfect encapsulation of what Ashen do best. Mid-paced, but vicious, riffs richly layered in dark harmonies flood my synapses, compelling my neck to swing with a violence it was not designed to withstand. So satisfying is this track, in fact, that since my first spin, I haven’t been able to progress through this tight 39-minute runtime without spinning “Leave the Flesh Behind” at least twice. Similarly effective, “Ancestral Gate” and closer “Blood Offering” deal an effortless percussive swagger that contorts the muscles in my face into something grotesque and inhuman. Slower, moodier highlights like “Infinite Sea” and “Severed” showcase Ashen’s talent for off-kilter rhythms inside conventional time signatures and melody-driven, doomed riffs that nonetheless bare an intimidating spread of teeth. Best of all, Leave the Flesh Behind doesn’t wander even when it does slow things to a dying crawl, as vocal lines take center stage to add interest in much the same way Rotpit‘s did on Let There Be Rot.

As successful as Leave the Flesh Behind’s strongest moments are, some of what lies between doesn’t live up to its potential. None of these weaker moments heavily detract from the album experience individually. Rather, they accumulate. Most of this accumulation occurs at the center of the record, populated by a run of three songs between “Void Within” and “Reincarnate.” These lack the same verve and vitality of the songs bookending them, and could use sharper hooks. While competent on their own, the consequent drop in excitement and thereby momentum creates a stagnation where a burst of new life is needed instead. Passages in each song have the potential to resolve that issue had they been developed differently (see the deep trem-picked rumble in the final third of “Void Within,” or the Morbid Angel riffing meets Rotpit slime in “Ageless”), but as they are they can’t carry their respective numbers to the finish line.

Overall, Leave the Flesh Behind is a modest improvement on the already good Ritual of Ash, and a significant indicator of greater things still to come. Ashen strike me as a band that value continuous improvement, but also steady and controlled development. I’m not an especially patient man, but when I pick up hints of greatness from bangers like “Leave the Flesh Behind” and “Ancestral Gate,” I’m more than happy to wait for that special moment when Ashen drop a monstrous mastapeece. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only a matter of time.

Rating: Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: ashendeath.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ashendeath
Releases Worldwide: August 22nd, 2025

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Fell Omen – Caelid Dog Summer Review

By Alekhines Gun

Raw black metal is a tricky proposition. There’s an extremely thin line to walk between production choices designed to add mood and atmosphere to compositions via a wall of auditory fog and production choices that sound like someone threw their equipment down a block of concrete stairs and deemed it “artistic.” Countless one-man projects launch all the time to throw their hat in the ring with the Black Cilice’s and Paysage D’hivers of the world, with results ranging from formidable to unlistenable. Hailing from Greece, Fell Omen are newcomers to this arena, with their second album dropping a meagre six months after their first. Such a rapid turnaround implies either a deep creative well or a collection of kiddie-pool shallow ideas, so let’s dive in and see what these dog summer days have to offer.

How raw is raw? Caelid Dog Summer sounds most comparable to …Eternal Hails era Darkthrone. Everything is naturally underproduced, but only just-so, with a clarity in the instruments so all can be heard without sounding shimmery and polished. This gives the sound palate of Fell Omen a punkish and suitably rough-hewn style which suits the somewhat simplistic riff stylings of “Poise On Rune” without swinging into treble-tearing subwoofer-blowing ugliness. The raw-as-atmosphere is elsewhere emphasized in the beautiful runs littered across “Northern Lights Bomb,” where the warbling under-production adds to the piercing melodies without burying them in a haze of noise. While perhaps not quite ugly enough to be straight Cherd bait, Caelid Dog Summer manages to stick the landing with a production which qualifies for the genre label while being clear enough to let its moments of triumph and mood shine through.

As for the mood, the name of the game is fun.1 Fell Omen have assembled a collection of songs into fist-pumping, coke-snorting, beer-swigging sounds of grandeur and delight in complete defiance of stereotype. “Starscourge Phase One & Phase Two” kicks in the doors with straightforward assault which is almost Motörhead-ed in its enthusiasm and glee, with major chord progressions and solos that sound ripped from old school heavy metal trappings in their melodic noodlage and drunkenly shredded exuberance. “The Horrors Persist But So Does Steel” is a short, straightforward whip-cracking assault with some medieval-tinged melodies reminiscent of Godkiller. Those aural fingerprints, as well as the atmospheres of a much more streamlined Obsequiae result in a listen which manages to sound like its lifted from the world of our exhausted knight in not-so-shiny armor without losing its own sense of identity in the process.

Performances are enthusiastic, and while never anything complicated enough to be considered techy, they are delivered with skill. Sole member “Spider of Pnyx” delivers one solo after another without ever devolving into guitar-hero wankery. Closing track “The Fire is Still Warm” pumps the brakes on the tempo at last for a proper album finale, though it does take a little long getting the point across. Other than a few riffs across the album being stretched longer than they need to, songs come complete with identity and personality, well-arranged from atmospheric transitions to quick bursts of energy before collapsing back into a drunken bar brawl solo. His vocals are also excellent, not drowning the music in a blanket of voice but adding emphasis to groove and riff alike with a pitch like he was raised on a steady diet of extra coarse sandpaper. This care in assembly from beginning to end allows the sub-half-hour run time to feel perfect, as the album arrives, says its peace, raids your liquor cabinet, and runs off into the night before you can saddle your nearest horse.

Suffice to say, I’ve had a great time with Caelid Dog Summer. A defiant middle finger to the well-established trope of “No Mosh No Trends No Fun”, Fell Omen have crafted a platter worthy of triggering mosh, bringing back the trend of sexy lads in shining armor, and absolutely oodles of fun. That the album does so without ever devolving into self-parody or trying its hand at out EVILLLLLLing2 genre mates is worthy of commendation. The fact that it also manages to nail the balance between raw atmosphere and approachability elevates it from a simple fun listen to a truly delightful experience. Go grab some beer and dive into the last days of this truly dogged summer.

Rating: 3.5/5
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: True Cult Records
Website: Official Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025

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BAEST – Colossal Review

By ClarkKent

Between 2018 and 2021, the Danish quintet, BAEST, dished out three albums of brutal, intense death metal. Ferrous Beuller had high praise for their sophomore release, Venenum, singling out its “superior songwriting” and hailing BAEST as among his “favorites in the death metal flood of 2018.” COVID slowed their momentum, however, leaving a four-year gap between Necro Sapiens and Colossal. This span of time has given BAEST plenty of time to reflect, and, as a result, fans will find them a notably different group. Any changes a band makes to their core sound risks alienating fans, but on the flip side, keeping strictly to the limits of a genre can also hamper creativity. It’s less important that a band sticks to their core sound than it is to write and play enjoyable music. Regardless of whether they have succeeded in this goal, you best prepare to baste your ears in the roar of the beast that BAEST has unleashed.

There’s no doubt when “Stormbringer” starts up that this is a different BAEST. The brutal, muscular guitar riffs have been stripped down to something closer to arena rock–think Accept or 90s-era Metallica. Yet Simon Olsen’s vocals and Sebastian Abildsten’s drumming still bring the thunderous power of the BAEST of old, placing them more in line with deathened rock.1 Brutal or not, it’s hard to complain when the song is as fun as “Stormbringer” or “King of the Sun.” “Stormbringer” probably best meshes the old BAEST with the new. Opening with anthemic rock riffs, it eventually settles into their old might, but with a fresh energy. “King of the Sun” is the catchiest of the bunch, anchored by infectious riffs and mesmerizing cymbal taps that’ll keep themselves securely lodged in your brain. This tune best outlines the musical potential that BAEST taps into by leaving the confines of brutality.2

Unfortunate inconsistencies keep Colossal from being a smooth listening experience, however. According to the promo notes, BAEST did not start off in their new direction–first they wrote “Colossus” and “Imp of the Perverse.” These tracks feel slightly out of place due to their slower pacing and doomier vibe. They’re fine songs, but they’re also not as compelling as the better material described above. About 90 seconds in, “Colossus” boasts an outpouring of high-octane energy that is 30 seconds of death metal bliss. Yet the remainder of the track is just okay, and it becomes grating to hear Olsen repeat the word “Colossus” over and over. “Imp of the Perverse” fares better as an overall song, and fans of Edgar Allan Poe will be happy with its lyrics: Olsen begins by singing “I stand upon the brink of a precipice.” But at 6 minutes, it drags on a tad long and also suffers from the repetition problem of “Colossus,”one that plagues much of Colossal.

I’ve described the good and the decent, and now I get to the ugly. It’s unfortunate that two of the longer songs on Colossal (“In Loathe and Love” and “Depraved World”) do little to stand out with catchy hooks or interesting riffs. That they drag on for so long is baffling. They do little to earn their lengthier stays–nothing progressive, no riffs or choruses that make you want the songs to continue past a few minutes. And some of those riffs are just plain bad. “In Loathe and Love” starts off decently before breaking into chords that awkwardly pull away from the melodicism of the intro. Even “Depraved World” has some good ideas, but they overstay their welcome by repeating themselves “time and again” for 6 minutes.3 I can’t fault the musicians so much as the inconsistency of the songwriting.

BAEST acknowledge that the new direction they take with Colossal risks alienating their fans. But they wanted to write songs that are fun and catchy. While they do succeed on that front to an extent, a chunk of what they play is not very fun or catchy. The lesser material does a disservice to the stuff that is really good. It makes the 42-minute album feel much longer. 4 In the end, they lose the brutal bite of years past, but the trade-off is only a few really catchy songs, some that are decent, and a couple of clunkers. It’s a shame. I really enjoy listening to these guys play, and when they click, like on “King of the Sun,” it’s a blast. Hopefully, next time they’ll have more of that same magic.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Century Media
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Official Site
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025

#25 #2025 #Accept #Aug25 #Baest #CenturyMedia #Colossal #DanishMetal #DeathMetal #Metallica #Review #Reviews

Unleashed – Fire Upon Your Lands Review

By Steel Druhm

One of the most amusing stories in metal lore is how every single member of influential Swedish death metal act Nihilist left because they didn’t want to work with Johnny Hedlund any longer. These wayward musicians then formed Entombed, leaving Hedlund to his own devices to create Unleashed and chart his own course into Swedish metal history. That course often involved tales of Viking raids and drunken toasting to the Norse Gods, beating Amon Amarth to those now well-worn tropes by some 5 years. The typical Unleashed sound is riffy, hooky, and a touch anthemic, but heavy enough to leave hammer marks. It’s been a long, strange voyage since 92, and they’ve had their share of ups and downs, but they’ve been trending in the right direction since 2012s Odalheim. It’s been almost 4 years since they dropped 2021s No Sign of Life, but here they come again with 15th album, Fire Upon Your Lands. Are the longships still seaworthy? Does the fire still burn in Eitri’s foundry? Let us test the runes.

I’ll say this for the 2025 version Unleashed: they still pack a lot of vim and vigor in their raiding kit. Opener “Left for Dead” gives no quarter, coming for your head like a rabid berserker. It’s heavy, mean, and reminds me of the extra-nasty stuff on their Where No Life Dwells debut, before they adopted the whole Viking schtick. Hedlund sounds large and pissed off, and the riffs have weight and teeth. “A Toast to the Fallen” keeps the heaviness flowing while shoehorning in lines about toasting the fallen and hailing Thor at every possible opportunity. Since I’m never opposed to hailing and toasting Thor, I have no beef, and it’s a fun, beer-swigging tune for the bold. From there, Unleashed run like an everflowing stream from one ballsy beat down to another like “War Comes Again,” with aggression and urgency balanced adroitly with nods to macho melodeath. It’s a classic Unleashed cut and hits the spot like the blood of one’s enemies. The burly, battle-hardened title track feels like it came from their Midvinterblut album, which is one of my personal favorites, so I enjoy it plenty.1

The best part about Fire Upon Your Lands is the overall consistency of the material. There’s a pornucopia of raw energy and sizzle over the album’s 38 minutes, with pretty much every song delivering body blows. Even cheese-stuffed anthem “Hold Your Hammers High” works due to sheer caveman death metal seduction. Are there issues? Well, the track “To My Only Son” is like a shameless reboot of Manowar’s classic gem “Defender,” about a warrior’s letter to his son telling him how to live proudly. Hell, they even borrow the line, “As you read these words, I want you to know…”. Since I grew up blasting “Defender” a zillion times in my formative years, my brain autofills with “…that I would have been there to watch you grow. But my call was heard, and I did go.” It’s not a bad song, but it cuts way too close to a legendary moment in metal.2 Closing cut “Unknown Flag” is a bit odd, since it seems to be about pirates and therefore conflicts with the whole Vikings ethos. It’s the weakest track here, but it isn’t a dead loss, just a touch underwhelming. With all the songs in the 2-4 minute window, things blast along at a frantic pace, their tried-and-true style sounding refreshed, reborn, and badass. It’s one of the most lively Unleashed platters, and it all hangs together well.

With the same lineup in place forever, the playing is tight, crisp, and effectively minimalist when needed, maximalist when it helps. Johnny Hedlund’s booming death vocals sound surprisingly ageless. He’s found the Fountain of Death Youth and snarls and roars like a much younger man throughout the Viking blitz. He’s always had a certain Neanderthal charm to his delivery, and it’s still present as he regales you with yarns about conquest and chronic mead abuse. Long-time axe tandem Tomas Olsson and Fredrik Folkare bring their riffy, gritty style to the field, delivering thuggy grooves, vicious leads, a touch of classic d-beatery, and interestingly fluid and melodic solo work. The riff quality is above average, and they drive the material hard. I’m especially fond of their work on “Left for Dead” and “A Toast to the Fallen,” and they bring just enough blackened rage to the party to spice up the more typical death lines.

After some 33 years in the raiding game, Unleashed don’t show their age on Fire Upon Your Lands. All the classic Unleashed trademarks are present, the writing is sharp, and the attitude is appropriately beastial and unyielding. I didn’t expect this much fire, and I’m very happy to be burned by it. Now it’s your turn to gird thy loins and push that enemy shield wall into the sea. Do it for Johnny!

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: NA | Format Reviewed: Damn This Goddamn STREAM to Hades!!
Label: Napalm
Websites: unleashed.se/website/index.php | facebook.com/unleashed | instagram.com/unleashed_official
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025

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Grimnis – The Path ov the Flame Review

By Alekhines Gun

The great Gardenstale may be on a bit of a hiatus, but his mission for 2025 remains ingrained: give more attention to bands brave enough to hit us up directly. No label interference, no wanky paragraphs of how life-changing an album is, just a collection of fellows submitting themselves to our lashings. Imagine my surprise to see in our contact forms some honest-to-goodness Germanic deathcore, and a fresh debut at that! Deathcore proper is received questionably around these parts, with fellows Iceberg and Dear Hollow as its more staunch defenders. Still, Grimnis was brave enough to reach out directly, so let’s reward their optimism and subject their own release to our blackened flames.

The Path ov the Flame laces symphonic coating and blackened touches into a real sloberknocker of an artistic presentation. Wisely sidestepping an overreliance on tension-release breakdowns of olde, Grimnis work some well-trodden ingredients in shrieks and blast beats with real melodic touch into an album which is carefully constructed for maximum impact with little drag or dredge to be found. From the goth-tinged waltz signatures rooting “Sigil” and “The Brightest Star” to the beautiful outro of “The Obsidian Ceremony”, The Path ov the Flame is melodic with a capital M, coating the album in earworm-infested beauties without sacrificing the heaviness the genre calls for.

This accomplishment is rooted in two key ingredients. The first is excellence in the implementation of the orchestral flair. While some bands use such touches to disguise the complete lack of actual chord progressions and leads, Grimnis have meshed “less is more” into bombastic, theatrical results. “Sigil” shows the album’s entire hand, coming out with a cursed baroque-ian dance which is supported by the strings but never at the usurpation of the guitars. Harpsichord, piano, violin, cello, choir, synth, and a few vaguely eastern instruments I couldn’t precisely identify are worked as an extra tool of composition throughout the release, adding climactic eruptions to the conclusion of “The Brightest Star”, as well as innumerable calmer passages bridging one slab of intensity after another. Guitarists Chris and Jan deftly wrap leads and chord progressions in and under these flourishes, alternating between tremolo leads to match and bolster the melodies and other times trimming down to minimalistic counterpoint to give way to the grand display.

The second key tool is a grasp of compositional limitation beyond Grimnis’s years. While breakdowns and (unfortunate) pig squeals and blast beats abound, not a single moment drags beyond its expiration date or is repeated more than is called for. Chris is a talented vocalist with a great deal of various techniques on display, though he too falls prey to the “drench everything in voice” trend that so plagues the genre. “Hellborn Herald” interrupts what sounds like a peaceful outro for an outta-nowhere slam rendered powerful by contrast without beating it into the ground as if overly proud of its own heaviness. Breakdowns come and go in appropriate measure, with drummer Ju oscillating between eighth and sixteenth notes in creative application, rendering even stereotypical moments engaging. Occasional motifs are repeated as bookends or choruses, but as a whole, nothing outstays its welcome, and the listener is ushered from moment to moment through aural threads in a carefully constructed tapestry rather than chucked from one disconnected “brutz” moment to the next. Even the track sequencing is carefully placed, ensuring songs that end heavily are followed up by moody intros and vice versa, preventing cuts from blurring together throughout the album’s near fifty-minute run time.

I had next to no expectations when I pulled The Path ov the Flame from the promo slump. Even I had, they would have been exceeded and blown to smithereens as soon as we got past the usual boring intro track. Grimnis have come out swinging with what I am forced to call a truly remarkable debut. With an excellent grasp of melody and a sense of compositional restraint not found in bands many times their age in both years and discography, the lads from Germany have thrown down the gauntlet for symphonic deathcore with enviable ease and noteworthy style. It’s exciting to know this is their first offering, and I’m very keen to see where the future takes this promising young outfit. For now, deathcore or no, I can only give it a resounding seal of approval. The Path ov the Flame isn’t merely an enjoyable album, but an easy contender for deathcore debut of the year.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: n/a | Format Reviewed: Fookin’ Stream
Label: Independent Release
Website: Official Website
Releases Worldwide: August 9th, 2025

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Blackbraid – Blackbraid III Review

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Blackbraid – Blackbraid III Review

By Doom_et_Al

It takes a lot to quicken pulses at AMG Headquarters. Driven to exhaustion by merciless overlords, constant deadlines, and extended periods in the promo sump, the staff often look like—and have the pulse rate variability of—a hoard of unkempt zombies. But even we took notice when Blackbraid burst out of nowhere with some key singles from his first album, 2022’s Blackbraid I. Here was angry, melodic, accessible black metal, infused with Native American spirit and vigor, that did not rely on tired tropes or clichés. What could have been a gimmick instead lent the material majesty and an epic scope. When the debut materialized, it didn’t quite live up to those magic singles, but it had a unique identity, energy, and spirit that turned a lot of heads. Blackbraid II followed in 2023, demonstrating that founder Sgah’gahsowáh (Jon Krieger) was no one-trick pony. It was more consistent, more elaborate, and generally more interesting than its predecessor. Crucially, it expanded the band’s scope, focusing on a more epic, natural sound in place of Blackbraid I’s fury. It paid off. Blackbraid’s preternatural rise was cemented by appearances in the New York Times and cover articles in Decibel. Suddenly, this was a band even normies were taking notice of. With added hype comes added pressure. Can Blackbraid III possibly live up to the enormous expectations placed upon it?

Let’s deal with the elephant in the room. Metal has always hated posers. And with Blackbraid’s prominence, accusations appeared that Sgah’gahsowáh may have been overstating his Native American roots. While he undoubtedly has Indigenous ties, those seem to be weaker than initially presented by the artist. Depending on your perspective, his adoption of a Mohawk name, without clear tribal or reservation affiliation, is either an act of reconnecting with his history or disrespectful appropriation; his embracing of his Native identity is a sincere way of reckoning with his culture, or cynical LARPing. This stuff may not matter to you at all, or it may matter deeply. But it’s worth being aware that Krieger/Sgah’gahsowáh’s relationship with his identity and his past is, like his native land, complex and messy.

Which leads us to Blackbraid III. To my ears, this is Blackbraid’s finest album yet. Like a long ride through a majestic landscape with your best friend, Blackbraid III manages the incredibly difficult task of being both wildly epic and deeply intimate at the same time. It marries the disparate elements of its predecessors into a compelling whole. The basic building blocks are still there: scorching black metal mingled with gentler interludes highlighting nature or Indigenous instruments. But Blackbraid III is no noodly atmoblack with more fuzz than riffs; this thing absolutely rips with memorable earworms. From the opening ferocity of “Wardrums at Dawn on the Day of My Death,” there is a relentless energy and verve to the music, which is indelibly infused with its creator’s vision, without resorting to cringy gimmickry. Other tracks, like “The Dying Death of a Sacred Stag,” are far more intimate, with moments of real emotion and vulnerability folded into the blast beats and rasping yelps. The strong songwriting is evident throughout the album, but “Tears of the Dawn” and “And He Became the Burning Stars” are Blackbraid III’s core and the jewels in its crown. They are epic and melodic in a way that brings to mind the best of Moonsorrow or Agalloch.

Complaints are few, but Blackbraid III’s interludes err on the longer side, which will irritate some. I found them a welcome break from the intensity of the heavier stuff, but there’s no question that they are not as interesting as the main tracks. By my 10th listen, however, I found myself occasionally skipping through them. I also found the sludgy, dense “God of Black Blood” to be weaker, both musically and tonally, than the epic songs that surround it. Finally, the album really should have ended with the giant, majestic, “And He Became the Burning Stars.” The closer, “Fleshbound,” feels tacked on and closes things on a slightly anticlimactic note.

Nevertheless, Blackbraid III makes it three in a row for Sgah’gahsowáh. It is, frankly, everything a fan of either the band or this style of music could possibly want. Like the land that inspires it, it is infused with violence and beauty and complexity. But it’s the ability to combine these disparate concepts with epic scope and intense vulnerability that sets it apart. Blackbraid continues to grow as an artist, and his albums reflect this growth. If you’re able to look past the controversy of his identity, you’ll see that one of metal’s shining stars has, miraculously, again delivered one of the year’s best.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Independent Release
Websites: blackbraid.bandcamp.com | blackbraid.us
Releases Worldwide: August 8th, 2025

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Blackbraid – Blackbraid III Review

By Doom_et_Al

It takes a lot to quicken pulses at AMG Headquarters. Driven to exhaustion by merciless overlords, constant deadlines, and extended periods in the promo sump, the staff often look like—and have the pulse rate variability of—a hoard of unkempt zombies. But even we took notice when Blackbraid burst out of nowhere with some key singles from his first album, 2022’s Blackbraid I. Here was angry, melodic, accessible black metal, infused with Native American spirit and vigor, that did not rely on tired tropes or clichés. What could have been a gimmick instead lent the material majesty and an epic scope. When the debut materialized, it didn’t quite live up to those magic singles, but it had a unique identity, energy, and spirit that turned a lot of heads. Blackbraid II followed in 2023, demonstrating that founder Sgah’gahsowáh (Jon Krieger) was no one-trick pony. It was more consistent, more elaborate, and generally more interesting than its predecessor. Crucially, it expanded the band’s scope, focusing on a more epic, natural sound in place of Blackbraid I’s fury. It paid off. Blackbraid’s preternatural rise was cemented by appearances in the New York Times and cover articles in Decibel. Suddenly, this was a band even normies were taking notice of. With added hype comes added pressure. Can Blackbraid III possibly live up to the enormous expectations placed upon it?

Let’s deal with the elephant in the room. Metal has always hated posers. And with Blackbraid’s prominence, accusations appeared that Sgah’gahsowáh may have been overstating his Native American roots. While he undoubtedly has Indigenous ties, those seem to be weaker than initially presented by the artist. Depending on your perspective, his adoption of a Mohawk name, without clear tribal or reservation affiliation, is either an act of reconnecting with his history or disrespectful appropriation; his embracing of his Native identity is a sincere way of reckoning with his culture, or cynical LARPing. This stuff may not matter to you at all, or it may matter deeply. But it’s worth being aware that Krieger/Sgah’gahsowáh’s relationship with his identity and his past is, like his native land, complex and messy.

Which leads us to Blackbraid III. To my ears, this is Blackbraid’s finest album yet. Like a long ride through a majestic landscape with your best friend, Blackbraid III manages the incredibly difficult task of being both wildly epic and deeply intimate at the same time. It marries the disparate elements of its predecessors into a compelling whole. The basic building blocks are still there: scorching black metal mingled with gentler interludes highlighting nature or Indigenous instruments. But Blackbraid III is no noodly atmoblack with more fuzz than riffs; this thing absolutely rips with memorable earworms. From the opening ferocity of “Wardrums at Dawn on the Day of My Death,” there is a relentless energy and verve to the music, which is indelibly infused with its creator’s vision, without resorting to cringy gimmickry. Other tracks, like “The Dying Death of a Sacred Stag,” are far more intimate, with moments of real emotion and vulnerability folded into the blast beats and rasping yelps. The strong songwriting is evident throughout the album, but “Tears of the Dawn” and “And He Became the Burning Stars” are Blackbraid III’s core and the jewels in its crown. They are epic and melodic in a way that brings to mind the best of Moonsorrow or Agalloch.

Complaints are few, but Blackbraid III’s interludes err on the longer side, which will irritate some. I found them a welcome break from the intensity of the heavier stuff, but there’s no question that they are not as interesting as the main tracks. By my 10th listen, however, I found myself occasionally skipping through them. I also found the sludgy, dense “God of Black Blood” to be weaker, both musically and tonally, than the epic songs that surround it. Finally, the album really should have ended with the giant, majestic, “And He Became the Burning Stars.” The closer, “Fleshbound,” feels tacked on and closes things on a slightly anticlimactic note.

Nevertheless, Blackbraid III makes it three in a row for Sgah’gahsowáh. It is, frankly, everything a fan of either the band or this style of music could possibly want. Like the land that inspires it, it is infused with violence and beauty and complexity. But it’s the ability to combine these disparate concepts with epic scope and intense vulnerability that sets it apart. Blackbraid continues to grow as an artist, and his albums reflect this growth. If you’re able to look past the controversy of his identity, you’ll see that one of metal’s shining stars has, miraculously, again delivered one of the year’s best.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Independent Release
Websites: blackbraid.bandcamp.com | blackbraid.us
Releases Worldwide: August 8th, 2025

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Blackbraid – Blackbraid III Review

By Doom_et_Al

It takes a lot to quicken pulses at AMG Headquarters. Driven to exhaustion by merciless overlords, constant deadlines, and extended periods in the promo sump, the staff often look like—and have the pulse rate variability of—a hoard of unkempt zombies. But even we took notice when Blackbraid burst out of nowhere with some key singles from his first album, 2022’s Blackbraid I. Here was angry, melodic, accessible black metal, infused with Native American spirit and vigor, that did not rely on tired tropes or clichés. What could have been a gimmick instead lent the material majesty and an epic scope. When the debut materialized, it didn’t quite live up to those magic singles, but it had a unique identity, energy, and spirit that turned a lot of heads. Blackbraid II followed in 2023, demonstrating that founder Sgah’gahsowáh (Jon Krieger) was no one-trick pony. It was more consistent, more elaborate, and generally more interesting than its predecessor. Crucially, it expanded the band’s scope, focusing on a more epic, natural sound in place of Blackbraid I’s fury. It paid off. Blackbraid’s preternatural rise was cemented by appearances in the New York Times and cover articles in Decibel. Suddenly, this was a band even normies were taking notice of. With added hype comes added pressure. Can Blackbraid III possibly live up to the enormous expectations placed upon it?

Let’s deal with the elephant in the room. Metal has always hated posers. And with Blackbraid’s prominence, accusations appeared that Sgah’gahsowáh may have been overstating his Native American roots. While he undoubtedly has Indigenous ties, those seem to be weaker than initially presented by the artist. Depending on your perspective, his adoption of a Mohawk name, without clear tribal or reservation affiliation, is either an act of reconnecting with his history or disrespectful appropriation; his embracing of his Native identity is a sincere way of reckoning with his culture, or cynical LARPing. This stuff may not matter to you at all, or it may matter deeply. But it’s worth being aware that Krieger/Sgah’gahsowáh’s relationship with his identity and his past is, like his native land, complex and messy.

Which leads us to Blackbraid III. To my ears, this is Blackbraid’s finest album yet. Like a long ride through a majestic landscape with your best friend, Blackbraid III manages the incredibly difficult task of being both wildly epic and deeply intimate at the same time. It marries the disparate elements of its predecessors into a compelling whole. The basic building blocks are still there: scorching black metal mingled with gentler interludes highlighting nature or Indigenous instruments. But Blackbraid III is no noodly atmoblack with more fuzz than riffs; this thing absolutely rips with memorable earworms. From the opening ferocity of “Wardrums at Dawn on the Day of My Death,” there is a relentless energy and verve to the music, which is indelibly infused with its creator’s vision, without resorting to cringy gimmickry. Other tracks, like “The Dying Death of a Sacred Stag,” are far more intimate, with moments of real emotion and vulnerability folded into the blast beats and rasping yelps. The strong songwriting is evident throughout the album, but “Tears of the Dawn” and “And He Became the Burning Stars” are Blackbraid III’s core and the jewels in its crown. They are epic and melodic in a way that brings to mind the best of Moonsorrow or Agalloch.

Complaints are few, but Blackbraid III’s interludes err on the longer side, which will irritate some. I found them a welcome break from the intensity of the heavier stuff, but there’s no question that they are not as interesting as the main tracks. By my 10th listen, however, I found myself occasionally skipping through them. I also found the sludgy, dense “God of Black Blood” to be weaker, both musically and tonally, than the epic songs that surround it. Finally, the album really should have ended with the giant, majestic, “And He Became the Burning Stars.” The closer, “Fleshbound,” feels tacked on and closes things on a slightly anticlimactic note.

Nevertheless, Blackbraid III makes it three in a row for Sgah’gahsowáh. It is, frankly, everything a fan of either the band or this style of music could possibly want. Like the land that inspires it, it is infused with violence and beauty and complexity. But it’s the ability to combine these disparate concepts with epic scope and intense vulnerability that sets it apart. Blackbraid continues to grow as an artist, and his albums reflect this growth. If you’re able to look past the controversy of his identity, you’ll see that one of metal’s shining stars has, miraculously, again delivered one of the year’s best.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Independent Release
Websites: blackbraid.bandcamp.com | blackbraid.us
Releases Worldwide: August 8th, 2025

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Blackbraid – Blackbraid III Review

By Doom_et_Al

It takes a lot to quicken pulses at AMG Headquarters. Driven to exhaustion by merciless overlords, constant deadlines, and extended periods in the promo sump, the staff often look like—and have the pulse rate variability of—a hoard of unkempt zombies. But even we took notice when Blackbraid burst out of nowhere with some key singles from his first album, 2022’s Blackbraid I. Here was angry, melodic, accessible black metal, infused with Native American spirit and vigor, that did not rely on tired tropes or clichés. What could have been a gimmick instead lent the material majesty and an epic scope. When the debut materialized, it didn’t quite live up to those magic singles, but it had a unique identity, energy, and spirit that turned a lot of heads. Blackbraid II followed in 2023, demonstrating that founder Sgah’gahsowáh (Jon Krieger) was no one-trick pony. It was more consistent, more elaborate, and generally more interesting than its predecessor. Crucially, it expanded the band’s scope, focusing on a more epic, natural sound in place of Blackbraid I’s fury. It paid off. Blackbraid’s preternatural rise was cemented by appearances in the New York Times and cover articles in Decibel. Suddenly, this was a band even normies were taking notice of. With added hype comes added pressure. Can Blackbraid III possibly live up to the enormous expectations placed upon it?

Let’s deal with the elephant in the room. Metal has always hated posers. And with Blackbraid’s prominence, accusations appeared that Sgah’gahsowáh may have been overstating his Native American roots. While he undoubtedly has Indigenous ties, those seem to be weaker than initially presented by the artist. Depending on your perspective, his adoption of a Mohawk name, without clear tribal or reservation affiliation, is either an act of reconnecting with his history or disrespectful appropriation; his embracing of his Native identity is a sincere way of reckoning with his culture, or cynical LARPing. This stuff may not matter to you at all, or it may matter deeply. But it’s worth being aware that Krieger/Sgah’gahsowáh’s relationship with his identity and his past is, like his native land, complex and messy.

Which leads us to Blackbraid III. To my ears, this is Blackbraid’s finest album yet. Like a long ride through a majestic landscape with your best friend, Blackbraid III manages the incredibly difficult task of being both wildly epic and deeply intimate at the same time. It marries the disparate elements of its predecessors into a compelling whole. The basic building blocks are still there: scorching black metal mingled with gentler interludes highlighting nature or Indigenous instruments. But Blackbraid III is no noodly atmoblack with more fuzz than riffs; this thing absolutely rips with memorable earworms. From the opening ferocity of “Wardrums at Dawn on the Day of My Death,” there is a relentless energy and verve to the music, which is indelibly infused with its creator’s vision, without resorting to cringy gimmickry. Other tracks, like “The Dying Death of a Sacred Stag,” are far more intimate, with moments of real emotion and vulnerability folded into the blast beats and rasping yelps. The strong songwriting is evident throughout the album, but “Tears of the Dawn” and “And He Became the Burning Stars” are Blackbraid III’s core and the jewels in its crown. They are epic and melodic in a way that brings to mind the best of Moonsorrow or Agalloch.

Complaints are few, but Blackbraid III’s interludes err on the longer side, which will irritate some. I found them a welcome break from the intensity of the heavier stuff, but there’s no question that they are not as interesting as the main tracks. By my 10th listen, however, I found myself occasionally skipping through them. I also found the sludgy, dense “God of Black Blood” to be weaker, both musically and tonally, than the epic songs that surround it. Finally, the album really should have ended with the giant, majestic, “And He Became the Burning Stars.” The closer, “Fleshbound,” feels tacked on and closes things on a slightly anticlimactic note.

Nevertheless, Blackbraid III makes it three in a row for Sgah’gahsowáh. It is, frankly, everything a fan of either the band or this style of music could possibly want. Like the land that inspires it, it is infused with violence and beauty and complexity. But it’s the ability to combine these disparate concepts with epic scope and intense vulnerability that sets it apart. Blackbraid continues to grow as an artist, and his albums reflect this growth. If you’re able to look past the controversy of his identity, you’ll see that one of metal’s shining stars has, miraculously, again delivered one of the year’s best.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Independent Release
Websites: blackbraid.bandcamp.com | blackbraid.us
Releases Worldwide: August 8th, 2025

#2025 #40 #Agalloch #AmericanMetal #Aug25 #BlackMetal #Blackbraid #IndependentRelease #Moonsorrow #Review #Reviews

Blackbraid – Blackbraid III Review

By Doom_et_Al

It takes a lot to quicken pulses at AMG Headquarters. Driven to exhaustion by merciless overlords, constant deadlines, and extended periods in the promo sump, the staff often look like—and have the pulse rate variability of—a hoard of unkempt zombies. But even we took notice when Blackbraid burst out of nowhere with some key singles from his first album, 2022’s Blackbraid I. Here was angry, melodic, accessible black metal, infused with Native American spirit and vigor, that did not rely on tired tropes or clichés. What could have been a gimmick instead lent the material majesty and an epic scope. When the debut materialized, it didn’t quite live up to those magic singles, but it had a unique identity, energy, and spirit that turned a lot of heads. Blackbraid II followed in 2023, demonstrating that founder Sgah’gahsowáh (Jon Krieger) was no one-trick pony. It was more consistent, more elaborate, and generally more interesting than its predecessor. Crucially, it expanded the band’s scope, focusing on a more epic, natural sound in place of Blackbraid I’s fury. It paid off. Blackbraid’s preternatural rise was cemented by appearances in the New York Times and cover articles in Decibel. Suddenly, this was a band even normies were taking notice of. With added hype comes added pressure. Can Blackbraid III possibly live up to the enormous expectations placed upon it?

Let’s deal with the elephant in the room. Metal has always hated posers. And with Blackbraid’s prominence, accusations appeared that Sgah’gahsowáh may have been overstating his Native American roots. While he undoubtedly has Indigenous ties, those seem to be weaker than initially presented by the artist. Depending on your perspective, his adoption of a Mohawk name, without clear tribal or reservation affiliation, is either an act of reconnecting with his history or disrespectful appropriation; his embracing of his Native identity is a sincere way of reckoning with his culture, or cynical LARPing. This stuff may not matter to you at all, or it may matter deeply. But it’s worth being aware that Krieger/Sgah’gahsowáh’s relationship with his identity and his past is, like his native land, complex and messy.

Which leads us to Blackbraid III. To my ears, this is Blackbraid’s finest album yet. Like a long ride through a majestic landscape with your best friend, Blackbraid III manages the incredibly difficult task of being both wildly epic and deeply intimate at the same time. It marries the disparate elements of its predecessors into a compelling whole. The basic building blocks are still there: scorching black metal mingled with gentler interludes highlighting nature or Indigenous instruments. But Blackbraid III is no noodly atmoblack with more fuzz than riffs; this thing absolutely rips with memorable earworms. From the opening ferocity of “Wardrums at Dawn on the Day of My Death,” there is a relentless energy and verve to the music, which is indelibly infused with its creator’s vision, without resorting to cringy gimmickry. Other tracks, like “The Dying Death of a Sacred Stag,” are far more intimate, with moments of real emotion and vulnerability folded into the blast beats and rasping yelps. The strong songwriting is evident throughout the album, but “Tears of the Dawn” and “And He Became the Burning Stars” are Blackbraid III’s core and the jewels in its crown. They are epic and melodic in a way that brings to mind the best of Moonsorrow or Agalloch.

Complaints are few, but Blackbraid III’s interludes err on the longer side, which will irritate some. I found them a welcome break from the intensity of the heavier stuff, but there’s no question that they are not as interesting as the main tracks. By my 10th listen, however, I found myself occasionally skipping through them. I also found the sludgy, dense “God of Black Blood” to be weaker, both musically and tonally, than the epic songs that surround it. Finally, the album really should have ended with the giant, majestic, “And He Became the Burning Stars.” The closer, “Fleshbound,” feels tacked on and closes things on a slightly anticlimactic note.

Nevertheless, Blackbraid III makes it three in a row for Sgah’gahsowáh. It is, frankly, everything a fan of either the band or this style of music could possibly want. Like the land that inspires it, it is infused with violence and beauty and complexity. But it’s the ability to combine these disparate concepts with epic scope and intense vulnerability that sets it apart. Blackbraid continues to grow as an artist, and his albums reflect this growth. If you’re able to look past the controversy of his identity, you’ll see that one of metal’s shining stars has, miraculously, again delivered one of the year’s best.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Independent Release
Websites: blackbraid.bandcamp.com | blackbraid.us
Releases Worldwide: August 8th, 2025

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Harvested – Dysthymia Review

By Tyme

Despite a waning stigma, mental illness remains an oft-closeted topic, as those suffering from it struggle not only to cope but to discuss their struggles with others. Here to shed some of their death metal light on the matter are Canadian upstarts Harvested, with their independent debut full-length Dysthymia, which, according to Johns Hopkins Medicine, is defined as a long-lasting form of mild depression. Touching on topics ranging from submitting to one’s long-bottled-up ‘shadow self’ (“Repressed Neurosis”) to the gluttonous way humans abuse the earth (“Unanchored”), something Harvested consider a form of mental illness, they’ve dialed back the lyrically gorier aspects of their eponymous 2022 EP to intensify the focus on their chosen theme. As evidenced by the beautifully rendered CJ Bertram cover art, which main guitarist Mitchi Dimitriadis says depicts ‘an individual in great mental turmoil’ and represents ‘the abstract visualization of the chaos that is the human brain,’ it’s clear that Harvested are committed to the subject. The only question left to answer is whether it’s worth reaping what Harvested’s Dysthymia hopes to have sown.

Nostalgically anchored in 1990s and early 2000s death metal, Harvested also incorporate modern elements of slam and tech-death into the mix to achieve Dysthymia’s goal. This is one brutal fucking record, and from the get, you realize Harvested aren’t messing about, as Dysthymia mashes the potatoes and pulls the meaty steaks off the grill, a muscle-bound manifestation of their Cannibal Corpse, Suffocation, and Deicide (“Harvested,” “The Infestation”) influences. Dimitriadis’ and Vitto Oh’s guitar harmonics are pinched harder than Grier‘s butt cheeks at an enema convention, ensorcelled by viscerally blistering riffs, technically proficient leads, and tornadic, swirling solos. Jacob Collins’ drums1 crack skulls and pummel sternums with whirling fills and destructive double-kicks while Eric Forget’s bass lines remember everything necessary to keep things rumbling along. Adam Semler’s vocals, primarily an homage to George Fisher’s chesty aggression and Glenn Benton’s demonic discernibility, also share elements with Cattle Decapitation’s Travis Ryan at his most high-pitched and raspy. For such a young band, Harvested have planted a flag on the death metal scene, and Dysthymia is the wind through which that flag furls, filled with exuberant, energy-filled performances and solid songwriting.

With highlights aplenty, Dysthymia demands attention by way of its genuine songcraft and near flawless execution. I found myself stank-faced and sweaty through many a listen, whether basking in the glow of galloping riffs and percussive bass on “Unending Madness” or taking in the detailed technicality of the Soreption and The Zenith Passage influenced “Designed Dilemma,” a song that chugs so hard through its last ninety seconds I nearly gave myself whiplash. My favorite track, “Gathered and Deluded,” is a Cattle Decapitation-tinted slammer with pinched harmonic progressions that have been living rent-free in my head for weeks as Forget’s bass marches in flurrying lockstep with Collins’ robotically precise drums, and Selmer channels his best inner Travis Ryan. Harvested is one tight-knit outfit, belying their relatively brief existence and sounding like a band that’s been together much longer.

I’d argue the efforts of Harvested’s “sixth member” deserve as much credit for the success Dysthymia should garner as the band themselves, and that is the excellent work Joe Lyko performed from the booth at Darkmoon Productions. Lyko’s mix and master slathers Dimitriadis’ and Oh’s guitar work in a tone that, for me, defies obvious comparison, as bright and bouncy as it is deadly and devastating. Like a calculated throat punch, it was the first thing that hit me when album opener, “Harvested,” launched, holding my rapt attention all the way through to “The Infestation,” an excellent close to Dysthymia’s very manageable thirty-two-minute runtime. Each instrument exists within its own space, breathing freely and intertwining with high-definition clarity, thereby topping this auditorily successful sundae with a big, fat, juicy cherry.

Lyrically poignant, brutally heavy, and bursting with engagingly twisted, hook-filled instrumentation, Dysthymia is a helluva debut, and one Harvested should be proud of. As poetically as I have waxed, I still believe there’s room for Harvested to grow. God help those who might lay their ears on a sophomore effort from this line-up, should they remain intact. Rest assured, I’ll definitely be watching and waiting. For now, however, I wholeheartedly recommend you spend some long-lasting, quality time with Dysthymia.

Rating: 3.5 / 5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: August 1st, 2025

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Anchorite – Realm of Ruin Review

By Steel Druhm

2025 has not given me nearly enough epic doom. I need a lot of that stuff to offset my obsession with sub-basement phlegm-death, or my entire equilibrium starts to go pear-shaped and fall off the tracks. Luckily, international collective Anchorite are on the job with their sophomore opus, Realm of Ruin. Using the tried-and-trve sound profile of Candlemass, Solitude Aeturnus, Crypt Sermon, and Sorcerer, all the key landmarks are present, with heavy riffs, powerful vocals, and a sense of melancholy lurking behind the iron fistery. What gives Anchorite a leg up is a sizeable dose of testosterone and machismo in their doom chowder. They borrow from acts like Pale Divine and Argus and aim to kick you in the nether regions even as they harsh your mellow emotionally. Is that the sort of dual-tracked abuse you want from your metal? If so, follow me to the punishment area.

The gates open wide on the opening title track to reveal a powerful, punchy sound with burly riffs pushing the song forward as Leo Stivala (Forsaken, Pagan Altar) delivers manly, rough-hewn bellows and plaintive, somber tones as the moment requires. This is almost like vintage Iced Earth doing epic doom, and honestly, it works pretty damn well. Better still is “The Lighthouse Chronicles,” which takes you on a moody, emotional voyage over 7-plus minutes with hooks deployed expertly along the way to snare your ear. It’s plenty mournful and forlorn, but the epic energy crackles just below the surface and the riffs are meaty and forceful. The chorus is immediately memorable, supported by dour riffing that reeks of Paradise Lost. Add an intriguing midpoint segment that screams introspective Nevermore, and it’s clear Anchorite are onto something. Through it all, Stivala moves adroitly from rougher tones to weepy sadboi wails, convincing at all times. Showing Anchorite’s range, “Devil on the Throne” shifts to muscular, bluesy biker doom like Place of Skulls and Pale Divine. It’s less direct, more classically doomy, and 70s Sabbath jam-intensive. It checks all the boxes, and Stivala once again channels Warrel Dane’s potent spirit to good effect.

If things had slipped a bit on the album’s back half, I’d still be pretty impressed with Realm of Ruin. Instead, you get shellacked by the majesty and might of “The Apostate’s Prayer,” which is half vintage Candlemass, half Sorcerer, and all badass. The guitar work here is stellar, and Stivala ups his game significantly for a vocal tour de force running across misery, grief, and soul-killing inner conflict. His despondent cries of “I have fallen so far” will give you goose bumps and pierce your cold, dead heart. This tune is aces. Closer “Kingdom Undone” is another big moment with a gripping chorus that blends classic metal, doom, and just a hint of power cheese for something extra hooky. It reminds me of the material on Human Fortress’ stellar Defenders of the Crown, but with a melancholic sheen slathered over everything. There are no duds here, and every track brings something interesting to the table, though they don’t all reach the same peaks as the aforementioned highlights. A few tracks suffer from slight bloating around the edges, but at 54 minutes, Realm of Ruin doesn’t feel overlong, nor would I want to see any selections cut.

I’m quite impressed with Leo Stivala’s performance. He mixes forceful Jorn-esque bellows with effectively downcast classic doom singing and switches up his delivery enough to provide surprises and meet the material where it is. He’s got some of the same charm and appeal as Crypt Sermon’s Brooks Wilson, and also reminds one of Robert Lowe (Solitude Aeturnus) at times. Then there are the scattered Warrel Dane bits. Not bad company to find oneself in. Matching Stivala at each step is the guitar work by Martin Andersen. He blends classic heavy metal tropes with all the expected epic doom sounds and brings in touches of power metal to round out the experience. He delivers emotional moments in his solos and harmonies while keeping things heavier than one might expect. Impressive showing in all phases.

Realm of Ruin is one of those albums you enjoy on the first go-through, and with each spin, it reveals more of itself until you’re fully submerged in the band’s craftwork. Anchorite have writing chops, and Realm comes fairly close to reaching the upper levels of doom glory. As it stands, it’s an immersive stroll through the ruins with moments of genuine brilliance and grandeur. I’ll be watching these cats closely because their potential is writ large. A happy surprise and well recommended.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Personal Records
Website: facebook.com/anchoritedoom
Releases Worldwide: August 1st, 2025

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