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You’ve heard me rant about the horrors that lurk in the promo sump come December, and how it’s mostly sub-basement black metal made by those who live on gas station pizza rolls. That kind of low-target high-risk environment is why I noticed the offering from German trve metal act Olymp and took action upon it rashly. Before we go any further, I need to point out that Olymp (I assume short of Olympus) is a truly godawful name. It also sounds like an erectile dysfunction medication. The fact that their sophomore album is titled Rising makes the comparison all the more… turgid, while also suggesting an entire marketing campaign for gas station dick pills. Also, that album art is next-level BAD. On the plus side, it’s probably not AI-generated. Poor moniker and dubious art choices aside, Olymp play a burly, beefy, 80s-centric variant of trve heavy metal with elements of Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road in the DNA. They also hit the same ground as their fellow countrymen, the long-running cheeseball power warriors, Wizard. That means Olymp teeter on that razor edge between serious and trve and over-the-top, cheddar-infected cornballery, which is a tough place to make a glorious last stand. But all hope is not lost, Olympi-Won!

After a table-setting instrumental, the Olymp ethos is unveiled on “Olive Wreath.” It involves hammering you relentlessly with beefy riffage as Sebastian Tölle delivers a rough, raw bellow that’s more shout than sing. He sits somewhere between the legendary Tim Baker of Cirith Ungol and Matias Nastolin of Desolate Realm, and his gruff style generally fits the sound and adds an extra layer of toughness. At times, “Olive Wreath” reminds me of long-forgotten German speed metal fiends Iron Angel and Deathrow, and the guitar phrasing often veers heavily into Cirith Ungol territory. These are all big pluses in my book, and if they gave me a whole album of this meaty broth, I’d happily overlook the issues discussed in the intro. “Thread of Life” is another iron fist to the cranium with burly, simplistic riffs pounding your brain nonstop, and it’s not far removed from what classic Gravedigger did/still do.

Olymp’s style is exceptionally simple, direct, and old school, and when it works, you get cuts like the slam-banging “Orpheus,” which riffs hard enough to shake teeth loose and addle your brain gelatin. The same goes for album closer “White Rose” which is laden with harmonies and flourishes that strongly recall Cirith Ungol. It’s an effective metal chestnut with a nice touch of melancholy. Not every cut pulls off the ancient alchemy, though. “Fire and Brimstone” comes off as really old Saxon and off-brand Manowar sutured together badly, and it’s dumb as hell. “Titan War” is aggressive and punchy, with Tölle sounding more like Tim Baker than usual, but things run too long, and the last few minutes feel tedious. “Olymp” also suffers from a late-song lag. While several songs extend too far considering the number of ideas presented, most tracks manage to avoid the bloat contagion. At 40 minutes, Rising feels like a quick enough spin, and the aggression levels keep it humming.

The biggest snag for Olymp is Sebastian Tölle’s vocals, which are too limited and one-note. As a poor man’s Tim Baker, his raw, ragged shouting works best on the most aggressive numbers, but as the album drags on, his delivery becomes more and more irritating. He isn’t able to elevate the material consistently, and you find yourself wishing he had another gear. The guitar work by Tölle and Armin Amboss reeks of the 80s trve metal era, and they do borrow a lot from Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road while beefing up the tones for maximum impact. Their playing is a highlight and routinely drops nostalgia glitter on those who grew up in the 80s.

Olymp play a style I’m predisposed to enjoy, and I do appreciate most of what they offer on Rising. If they could smooth out some of the rough spots in their songsmithing and improve the vocals, Olymp could become a worthy opponent for the likes of Eternal Champion and Dragon Skull. As things stand, they’re more a rowdy street thug than a noble barbarian. Here’s to rising on command!



Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metalizer
Websites: olymp-band.com | olympmetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olympmetal
Releases Worldwide: December 19th, 2025

You’ve heard me rant about the horrors that lurk in the promo sump come December, and how it’s mostly sub-basement black metal made by those who live on gas station pizza rolls. That kind of low-target high-risk environment is why I noticed the offering from German trve metal act Olymp and took action upon it rashly. Before we go any further, I need to point out that Olymp (I assume short of Olympus) is a truly godawful name. It also sounds like an erectile dysfunction medication. The fact that their sophomore album is titled Rising makes the comparison all the more… turgid, while also suggesting an entire marketing campaign for gas station dick pills. Also, that album art is next-level BAD. On the plus side, it’s probably not AI-generated. Poor moniker and dubious art choices aside, Olymp play a burly, beefy, 80s-centric variant of trve heavy metal with elements of Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road in the DNA. They also hit the same ground as their fellow countrymen, the long-running cheeseball power warriors, Wizard. That means Olymp teeter on that razor edge between serious and trve and over-the-top, cheddar-infected cornballery, which is a tough place to make a glorious last stand. But all hope is not lost, Olympi-Won!

After a table-setting instrumental, the Olymp ethos is unveiled on “Olive Wreath.” It involves hammering you relentlessly with beefy riffage as Sebastian Tölle delivers a rough, raw bellow that’s more shout than sing. He sits somewhere between the legendary Tim Baker of Cirith Ungol and Matias Nastolin of Desolate Realm, and his gruff style generally fits the sound and adds an extra layer of toughness. At times, “Olive Wreath” reminds me of long-forgotten German speed metal fiends Iron Angel and Deathrow, and the guitar phrasing often veers heavily into Cirith Ungol territory. These are all big pluses in my book, and if they gave me a whole album of this meaty broth, I’d happily overlook the issues discussed in the intro. “Thread of Life” is another iron fist to the cranium with burly, simplistic riffs pounding your brain nonstop, and it’s not far removed from what classic Gravedigger did/still do.

Olymp’s style is exceptionally simple, direct, and old school, and when it works, you get cuts like the slam-banging “Orpheus,” which riffs hard enough to shake teeth loose and addle your brain gelatin. The same goes for album closer “White Rose” which is laden with harmonies and flourishes that strongly recall Cirith Ungol. It’s an effective metal chestnut with a nice touch of melancholy. Not every cut pulls off the ancient alchemy, though. “Fire and Brimstone” comes off as really old Saxon and off-brand Manowar sutured together badly, and it’s dumb as hell. “Titan War” is aggressive and punchy, with Tölle sounding more like Tim Baker than usual, but things run too long, and the last few minutes feel tedious. “Olymp” also suffers from a late-song lag. While several songs extend too far considering the number of ideas presented, most tracks manage to avoid the bloat contagion. At 40 minutes, Rising feels like a quick enough spin, and the aggression levels keep it humming.

The biggest snag for Olymp is Sebastian Tölle’s vocals, which are too limited and one-note. As a poor man’s Tim Baker, his raw, ragged shouting works best on the most aggressive numbers, but as the album drags on, his delivery becomes more and more irritating. He isn’t able to elevate the material consistently, and you find yourself wishing he had another gear. The guitar work by Tölle and Armin Amboss reeks of the 80s trve metal era, and they do borrow a lot from Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road while beefing up the tones for maximum impact. Their playing is a highlight and routinely drops nostalgia glitter on those who grew up in the 80s.

Olymp play a style I’m predisposed to enjoy, and I do appreciate most of what they offer on Rising. If they could smooth out some of the rough spots in their songsmithing and improve the vocals, Olymp could become a worthy opponent for the likes of Eternal Champion and Dragon Skull. As things stand, they’re more a rowdy street thug than a noble barbarian. Here’s to rising on command!



Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metalizer
Websites: olymp-band.com | olympmetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olympmetal
Releases Worldwide: December 19th, 2025

You’ve heard me rant about the horrors that lurk in the promo sump come December, and how it’s mostly sub-basement black metal made by those who live on gas station pizza rolls. That kind of low-target high-risk environment is why I noticed the offering from German trve metal act Olymp and took action upon it rashly. Before we go any further, I need to point out that Olymp (I assume short of Olympus) is a truly godawful name. It also sounds like an erectile dysfunction medication. The fact that their sophomore album is titled Rising makes the comparison all the more… turgid, while also suggesting an entire marketing campaign for gas station dick pills. Also, that album art is next-level BAD. On the plus side, it’s probably not AI-generated. Poor moniker and dubious art choices aside, Olymp play a burly, beefy, 80s-centric variant of trve heavy metal with elements of Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road in the DNA. They also hit the same ground as their fellow countrymen, the long-running cheeseball power warriors, Wizard. That means Olymp teeter on that razor edge between serious and trve and over-the-top, cheddar-infected cornballery, which is a tough place to make a glorious last stand. But all hope is not lost, Olympi-Won!

After a table-setting instrumental, the Olymp ethos is unveiled on “Olive Wreath.” It involves hammering you relentlessly with beefy riffage as Sebastian Tölle delivers a rough, raw bellow that’s more shout than sing. He sits somewhere between the legendary Tim Baker of Cirith Ungol and Matias Nastolin of Desolate Realm, and his gruff style generally fits the sound and adds an extra layer of toughness. At times, “Olive Wreath” reminds me of long-forgotten German speed metal fiends Iron Angel and Deathrow, and the guitar phrasing often veers heavily into Cirith Ungol territory. These are all big pluses in my book, and if they gave me a whole album of this meaty broth, I’d happily overlook the issues discussed in the intro. “Thread of Life” is another iron fist to the cranium with burly, simplistic riffs pounding your brain nonstop, and it’s not far removed from what classic Gravedigger did/still do.

Olymp’s style is exceptionally simple, direct, and old school, and when it works, you get cuts like the slam-banging “Orpheus,” which riffs hard enough to shake teeth loose and addle your brain gelatin. The same goes for album closer “White Rose” which is laden with harmonies and flourishes that strongly recall Cirith Ungol. It’s an effective metal chestnut with a nice touch of melancholy. Not every cut pulls off the ancient alchemy, though. “Fire and Brimstone” comes off as really old Saxon and off-brand Manowar sutured together badly, and it’s dumb as hell. “Titan War” is aggressive and punchy, with Tölle sounding more like Tim Baker than usual, but things run too long, and the last few minutes feel tedious. “Olymp” also suffers from a late-song lag. While several songs extend too far considering the number of ideas presented, most tracks manage to avoid the bloat contagion. At 40 minutes, Rising feels like a quick enough spin, and the aggression levels keep it humming.

The biggest snag for Olymp is Sebastian Tölle’s vocals, which are too limited and one-note. As a poor man’s Tim Baker, his raw, ragged shouting works best on the most aggressive numbers, but as the album drags on, his delivery becomes more and more irritating. He isn’t able to elevate the material consistently, and you find yourself wishing he had another gear. The guitar work by Tölle and Armin Amboss reeks of the 80s trve metal era, and they do borrow a lot from Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road while beefing up the tones for maximum impact. Their playing is a highlight and routinely drops nostalgia glitter on those who grew up in the 80s.

Olymp play a style I’m predisposed to enjoy, and I do appreciate most of what they offer on Rising. If they could smooth out some of the rough spots in their songsmithing and improve the vocals, Olymp could become a worthy opponent for the likes of Eternal Champion and Dragon Skull. As things stand, they’re more a rowdy street thug than a noble barbarian. Here’s to rising on command!



Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metalizer
Websites: olymp-band.com | olympmetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olympmetal
Releases Worldwide: December 19th, 2025

You’ve heard me rant about the horrors that lurk in the promo sump come December, and how it’s mostly sub-basement black metal made by those who live on gas station pizza rolls. That kind of low-target high-risk environment is why I noticed the offering from German trve metal act Olymp and took action upon it rashly. Before we go any further, I need to point out that Olymp (I assume short of Olympus) is a truly godawful name. It also sounds like an erectile dysfunction medication. The fact that their sophomore album is titled Rising makes the comparison all the more… turgid, while also suggesting an entire marketing campaign for gas station dick pills. Also, that album art is next-level BAD. On the plus side, it’s probably not AI-generated. Poor moniker and dubious art choices aside, Olymp play a burly, beefy, 80s-centric variant of trve heavy metal with elements of Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road in the DNA. They also hit the same ground as their fellow countrymen, the long-running cheeseball power warriors, Wizard. That means Olymp teeter on that razor edge between serious and trve and over-the-top, cheddar-infected cornballery, which is a tough place to make a glorious last stand. But all hope is not lost, Olympi-Won!

After a table-setting instrumental, the Olymp ethos is unveiled on “Olive Wreath.” It involves hammering you relentlessly with beefy riffage as Sebastian Tölle delivers a rough, raw bellow that’s more shout than sing. He sits somewhere between the legendary Tim Baker of Cirith Ungol and Matias Nastolin of Desolate Realm, and his gruff style generally fits the sound and adds an extra layer of toughness. At times, “Olive Wreath” reminds me of long-forgotten German speed metal fiends Iron Angel and Deathrow, and the guitar phrasing often veers heavily into Cirith Ungol territory. These are all big pluses in my book, and if they gave me a whole album of this meaty broth, I’d happily overlook the issues discussed in the intro. “Thread of Life” is another iron fist to the cranium with burly, simplistic riffs pounding your brain nonstop, and it’s not far removed from what classic Gravedigger did/still do.

Olymp’s style is exceptionally simple, direct, and old school, and when it works, you get cuts like the slam-banging “Orpheus,” which riffs hard enough to shake teeth loose and addle your brain gelatin. The same goes for album closer “White Rose” which is laden with harmonies and flourishes that strongly recall Cirith Ungol. It’s an effective metal chestnut with a nice touch of melancholy. Not every cut pulls off the ancient alchemy, though. “Fire and Brimstone” comes off as really old Saxon and off-brand Manowar sutured together badly, and it’s dumb as hell. “Titan War” is aggressive and punchy, with Tölle sounding more like Tim Baker than usual, but things run too long, and the last few minutes feel tedious. “Olymp” also suffers from a late-song lag. While several songs extend too far considering the number of ideas presented, most tracks manage to avoid the bloat contagion. At 40 minutes, Rising feels like a quick enough spin, and the aggression levels keep it humming.

The biggest snag for Olymp is Sebastian Tölle’s vocals, which are too limited and one-note. As a poor man’s Tim Baker, his raw, ragged shouting works best on the most aggressive numbers, but as the album drags on, his delivery becomes more and more irritating. He isn’t able to elevate the material consistently, and you find yourself wishing he had another gear. The guitar work by Tölle and Armin Amboss reeks of the 80s trve metal era, and they do borrow a lot from Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road while beefing up the tones for maximum impact. Their playing is a highlight and routinely drops nostalgia glitter on those who grew up in the 80s.

Olymp play a style I’m predisposed to enjoy, and I do appreciate most of what they offer on Rising. If they could smooth out some of the rough spots in their songsmithing and improve the vocals, Olymp could become a worthy opponent for the likes of Eternal Champion and Dragon Skull. As things stand, they’re more a rowdy street thug than a noble barbarian. Here’s to rising on command!



Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metalizer
Websites: olymp-band.com | olympmetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olympmetal
Releases Worldwide: December 19th, 2025

You’ve heard me rant about the horrors that lurk in the promo sump come December, and how it’s mostly sub-basement black metal made by those who live on gas station pizza rolls. That kind of low-target high-risk environment is why I noticed the offering from German trve metal act Olymp and took action upon it rashly. Before we go any further, I need to point out that Olymp (I assume short of Olympus) is a truly godawful name. It also sounds like an erectile dysfunction medication. The fact that their sophomore album is titled Rising makes the comparison all the more… turgid, while also suggesting an entire marketing campaign for gas station dick pills. Also, that album art is next-level BAD. On the plus side, it’s probably not AI-generated. Poor moniker and dubious art choices aside, Olymp play a burly, beefy, 80s-centric variant of trve heavy metal with elements of Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road in the DNA. They also hit the same ground as their fellow countrymen, the long-running cheeseball power warriors, Wizard. That means Olymp teeter on that razor edge between serious and trve and over-the-top, cheddar-infected cornballery, which is a tough place to make a glorious last stand. But all hope is not lost, Olympi-Won!

After a table-setting instrumental, the Olymp ethos is unveiled on “Olive Wreath.” It involves hammering you relentlessly with beefy riffage as Sebastian Tölle delivers a rough, raw bellow that’s more shout than sing. He sits somewhere between the legendary Tim Baker of Cirith Ungol and Matias Nastolin of Desolate Realm, and his gruff style generally fits the sound and adds an extra layer of toughness. At times, “Olive Wreath” reminds me of long-forgotten German speed metal fiends Iron Angel and Deathrow, and the guitar phrasing often veers heavily into Cirith Ungol territory. These are all big pluses in my book, and if they gave me a whole album of this meaty broth, I’d happily overlook the issues discussed in the intro. “Thread of Life” is another iron fist to the cranium with burly, simplistic riffs pounding your brain nonstop, and it’s not far removed from what classic Gravedigger did/still do.

Olymp’s style is exceptionally simple, direct, and old school, and when it works, you get cuts like the slam-banging “Orpheus,” which riffs hard enough to shake teeth loose and addle your brain gelatin. The same goes for album closer “White Rose” which is laden with harmonies and flourishes that strongly recall Cirith Ungol. It’s an effective metal chestnut with a nice touch of melancholy. Not every cut pulls off the ancient alchemy, though. “Fire and Brimstone” comes off as really old Saxon and off-brand Manowar sutured together badly, and it’s dumb as hell. “Titan War” is aggressive and punchy, with Tölle sounding more like Tim Baker than usual, but things run too long, and the last few minutes feel tedious. “Olymp” also suffers from a late-song lag. While several songs extend too far considering the number of ideas presented, most tracks manage to avoid the bloat contagion. At 40 minutes, Rising feels like a quick enough spin, and the aggression levels keep it humming.

The biggest snag for Olymp is Sebastian Tölle’s vocals, which are too limited and one-note. As a poor man’s Tim Baker, his raw, ragged shouting works best on the most aggressive numbers, but as the album drags on, his delivery becomes more and more irritating. He isn’t able to elevate the material consistently, and you find yourself wishing he had another gear. The guitar work by Tölle and Armin Amboss reeks of the 80s trve metal era, and they do borrow a lot from Cirith Ungol and Manilla Road while beefing up the tones for maximum impact. Their playing is a highlight and routinely drops nostalgia glitter on those who grew up in the 80s.

Olymp play a style I’m predisposed to enjoy, and I do appreciate most of what they offer on Rising. If they could smooth out some of the rough spots in their songsmithing and improve the vocals, Olymp could become a worthy opponent for the likes of Eternal Champion and Dragon Skull. As things stand, they’re more a rowdy street thug than a noble barbarian. Here’s to rising on command!



Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metalizer
Websites: olymp-band.com | olympmetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olympmetal
Releases Worldwide: December 19th, 2025

Dragon Skull – Chaos Fire Vengeance [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]

By Baguette of Bodom

Greece is a surprising hotbed for power metal-adjacent sounds, providing recent gems such as Sunburst last year and Sacred Outcry’s 2023 masterpiece.1 Dragon Skull is a newcomer to these fields of glory, introducing their burly heavy/power style on their promising self-titled EP as recently as 2022. Now, three years later, they were finally ready to unleash their debut Chaos Fire Vengeance on the world. And oh my, what an entrance it is.

Dragon Skull know how to riff like hell and craft anthemic, cataclysmically heavy tunes. In addition to the fist-pumping Manowar feel the band is going for (“Brethren,” “Skull Crusher”), the songwriting is further guided by the spirit of German power metal, something like Brainstorm further reinforced with later Blind Guardian bombast (“Nampat,” “Blood and Souls”). But what makes the instrumentation incendiary is how guitarists Panos Wallach and Chris Brintzikis take influence from several directions at once. This guarantees plenty of variety through the album’s eight tracks, ranging from the dual-harmonized NWoBHM of “Brethren” to the melodeath/meloblack-informed tremolos on “Shield Maiden.” To top it all off, the pummeling war drums of Teo Stamatiadis and gargantuan vocals of Aris Labos lend maximum grit to an already muscular record.

Chaos Fire Vengeance offers a refreshing mixture of ’80s heavy metal and ’00s power metal. Slower, anthemic annihilation is counterpointed by thunderous fury, often during the same song (“Dragon Riders,” Shield Maiden”). The extra melodic death metal DNA brings with it a welcome burst of harsh vocals as well (“War Drums,” “Skeleton Hand”), and the way it all gels effortlessly is impressive. Despite the amount of various elements and influences in the album, the end result is deceivingly simple and effective. It makes Dragon Skull’s style stand out in a similar way Triumpher’s shtick does, but the increased mass and grit of Chaos Fire Vengeance improves the formula from good to face-melting. Though the first half of the album is already potent, the second half is where the band’s ambitions are fully realized. The hooks in “Nampat” and “Skeleton Hand” are immense, and the gargantuan epic “Blood and Souls” is a serious Song o’ the Year contender. I mean, how can you not love a song with Elric and Tanelorn-themed lyrical homages to Cirith Ungol and Blind Guardian?2

Dragon Skull is single-handedly carrying the power metal torch this year. Sure, it might be more heavy/power, but who’s counting? The songwriting is superbly anthemic, and the band knocked it out of the park on their first try in 42 brief minutes. I’ve had some trouble getting all my writing done late in the year for countless reasons, and this album in particular felt difficult to write deeper analysis for. But maybe it’s not necessary. After all, what is a TYMHM but a long-winded way to say “this album rocks, go check it out?” Sometimes it’s just better to keep things short and simple, and all Chaos Fire Vengeance needs is a damn strong barrage of eight massive tunes. Better yet, it’s a brilliant blueprint Dragon Skull can use to further refine their songcraft.

Tracks to Check Out: “Nampat,” “Skeleton Hand,” and “Blood and Souls.”

#2025 #BlindGuardian #Brainstorm #ChaosFireVengeance #CirithUngol #DragonSkull #EpicHeavyMetal #GreekMetal #HeavyMetal #Manowar #PowerMetal #SacredOutcry #SelfReleased #Sunburst #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2025 #Triumpher #TYMHM

Dolmen Gate – Echoes of Ancient Tales [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]

By Baguette of Bodom

You can never have too many swords. This has always been the truth, and Portugal’s Ravensire was well aware of it, following in the triumphant heavy metal footsteps of fellow countrymen Ironsword for three albums. Even when fate would strike down Ravensire in 2020, drummer Alex and guitarist Nuno1 remained undeterred. They formed a new lineup under the Dolmen Gate banner and got to work immediately. Debut EP Finis Imperii released in 2023, debut album Gateways of Eternity followed last year, and now they are already up to second album Echoes of Ancient Tales merely another year later. While this could seem like rushing things to some, it’s clear to me Dolmen Gate is striking while the iron is hot, and they’re just getting warmed up.

Echoes of Ancient Tales is a direct upgrade over an already strong debut. The core of their sound still channels the epic, riff-forward demeanor of Manilla Road and early Manowar. If you’re familiar with other swordy revival acts like Gatekeeper and the aforementioned Ironsword, you’ll have a good idea of what you’re in for. NWoBHM gallops (“The Maze,” “The Prophecy”) in the vein of Satan further refine the album, increasing its variety and olde cred. Alex furiously pounds the drums while Kiko and Artur duel out riffs for days, utilizing both speedy (“Carthage Eternal”) and stompy (“A Tale of Time’s End”) songwriting philosophies in Cirith Ungol fashion. Ana’s vocals deliver the same smoky, subdued tone that enhances the music and gives the band even more of a standout personality. Better yet, Echoes of Ancient Tales fixes the only real problem I had with the debut: buried vocals. Not only does Ana sing with more confidence and power, her role is also more central and upfront—justifiably so.

Dolmen Gate’s songwriting is growing in strength, and the band is only getting heavier. The early one-two punch of “Souls to Sea” transitioning into “The Maze” alone makes their direction loud and clear, and it shows the band isn’t satisfied just sitting in one corner musically. As always, authenticity is the key factor in revival-style music, and Dolmen Gate passes the test with flying colors. They sound like they have the same influences as their favorite bands but are also aware of their musical surroundings in less olde times. The almighty riff is the most important building block here, and the band knows this well. Guitar and drum patterns from many varieties of heavy metal—and some of its heavier offshoots too—help to craft both catchy anthems (“The Maze,” “Carthage Eternal”) and epic long-form tunes (“Souls to Sea,” “Afore the Storm” into “We Are the Storm”) without missing a beat.

Echoes of Ancient Tales is, without questio,n the best pure heavy metal record of the year. A lot of newer epic heavy metal bands have popped up during the past decade, and many of them have the right idea. But it feels like the change of bands and lineups was the kick the ex-Ravensire folk needed to take that next step. Dolmen Gate is one of the best and most authentic so far, both songwriting and production-wise, while also doing something that’s uniquely theirs. Raise your swords and enter the gate!

Tracks to Check Out: “The Maze,” “A Tale of Time’s End,” and “We Are the Storm.”

#2025 #CirithUngol #DolmenGate #EchoesOfAncientTales #EpicHeavyMetal #Gatekeeper #HeavyMetal #Ironsword #ManillaRoad #Manowar #NoRemorseRecords #PortugueseMetal #Ravensire #Satan #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2025

Dwelling Below – Wearisome Guardians Review

By Spicie Forrest

The boys in Dwelling Below get a lot of facetime here at AMG. We’ve reviewed Hierarchies’ debut (Jared Moran, Anthony Wheeler, Nicolas Turner), all three albums by Acausal Intrusion (Moran, Turner), one by Filtheater (Moran), and we’ve done a filter piece on Feral Lord (Moran, Turner). It’s no wonder, as we tend to enjoy the angry, dissonant stuff they put out. I’ve been jonesing for something in that ballpark, so when I learned that Dwelling Below’s debut unnerved Thus Spoke enough to waive seniority, I quickly snagged their follow-up. Hoping it might hit the spot, I eagerly dug my grubby lil nubbins into Wearisome Guardians.

Dwelling Below was a filthy slab of long-form deathened doom, and Wearisome Guardians offers much of the same. Look at that cover art. It sounds exactly how you’d expect: like bathing in stagnant catacomb water. Cavernous, mad, and malevolent, Moran echoes through abandoned tombs, disturbing centuries of eight-legged architecture. On the skins, he nearly wakes the dead with frenetic onslaughts of double bass and unsettling cymbals. Turner’s guitar stillbirths an unholy union of Saint Vitus and Autopsy. Warped and abrasive riffs lumber forward, inexorable and lethal as a cave-in, while tormented leads scream psychosis from a neighboring cell (“Terminal Experiments,” “Sacraments”). Ever-so-slightly discordant basslines weave and coil around your ankles as Wheeler encourages a reexamination of your sanity. Like meeting a skinwalker, you know something’s off, but it’s hard to describe, and it’s fucking terrifying.

It’s a little oxymoronic to call 1.) dissonant 2.) death/doom 3.) metal accessible, but Wearisome Guardians is perhaps Moran’s most approachable offering yet. His aforementioned acts all shove their base genres through the same twisted, dissonant lens, but compared to Hierarchies or Acausal Intrusion, Dwelling Below is almost melodic. Between chaotic, atonal passages and vicious whammy abuse, Turner employs more traditional riffcraft learned long ago at Candlemass (“Wearisome Guardians,” “Terminal Experiments”). Leads in “Unfolding Universe” and “The Altar” reveal traces of Brocas Helm and Cirith Ungol, while “Sacraments” reaches further back, unearthing the legendary B.B. King for a solo, soulful, bright, and blue. These ancestral trappings are strung with care and shine brilliantly against Dwelling Below’s murky core. Wearisome Guardians offers these moments of reprieve from its oppressive violence, like guiding lights coaxing you deeper into the dark.

At 51 minutes, Wearisome Guardians isn’t terribly long for the genre, but with an average track length of ten minutes, it certainly isn’t a casual listen. Luckily, songcraft is not a weakness Dwelling Below suffers. Far from sedentary, Wearisome Guardians is in constant motion. Most riffs only linger a few moments before evolving into something new or reverting to a main throughline. Even when a riff tarries longer, the bass, drums, or vocals twist and shift, keeping things fresh and engaging throughout. More than this, each song seems built around clearly defined movements. Even on a first listen, I could guess my place in a song fairly well. There’s an intuitive logic to each track’s pace, allowing Wearisome Guardians to feel lean and efficient with no real fat to trim. Even the 90-second “Interlude” belongs. What initially feels like a respite reveals itself to be just as unsettling as the rest of the album. Bright and metallic, this moment’s tainted rest doesn’t let you forget what’s on the other side.

I wished for some grimy, cavernous filth, and I got it. Wearisome Guardians is a menace to experience. I honestly thought it hyperbole when Thus Spoke said their debut induced fear, but exaggeration it was not. Even with bright moments that fractionally lessen the tension, Dwelling Below is still deeply unnerving. These casket campers know what they’re doing, and they’re good at it. Wearisome Guardians is a strong success on both atmospheric and compositional fronts. Dwelling Below doesn’t just want to show you the dark. They want to leave you there without a torch and seal the tomb. This sophomore effort is claustrophobic, sepulchral, and evil. Wearisome Guardians is viscerally unsafe, and it’s here to break you if you’ve got the nerve to let it.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 10 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: October 31st, 2025

#2025 #35 #AcausalIntrusion #AmericanMetal #Autopsy #BBKing #BrocasHelm #Candlemass #CirithUngol #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #DwellingBelow #FeralLord #Filtheater #Hierarchies #Oct25 #Review #Reviews #SaintVitus #TranscendingObscurityRecords #WearisomeGuardians

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Montagsblues? Wie wärs mit Metal-Nostalgie und einem Bericht zum Deaf Forever Birthday Bash?

https://andwil.de/weblog/deaf-forever-birthday-bash-2024

#metal #deafforever #asphyx #cirithungol #hamburg #markthalle

Phaëthon – Wielder of the Steel Review

By Steel Druhm

Maybe I’m alone in this, but I want more sword-swinging trve/epic metal in my life. I want more bands sounding like Cirith Ungol, Brocas Helm, and Manilla Road in circulation. I want it to be 1066 A.D. too! I guess I just miss that classic sound and find myself walking among the tombstones of olden albums like King of the Dead and Out of the Gates more and more as I approach extreme ancienthood. This made me an easy mark for England’s Phaëthon who aspire to weld Viking-era Bathory onto the framework established by the 80s epic greats and continued by bands like Doomsword and Argus. On their Wielder of the Steel debut, they mine the depths of the 80s trve metal sound while keeping a foot in NWoBHM and the early Viking metal days. This is a heady combination, but can it be successfully forged into a weapon of might and magic? That’s where the metal meets the anvil, folks.

As soon as the blacksmithy opens for iron business on “Eternal Hammerer” it’s clear these metalworkers love the 80s sound and atmosphere. Shades of Cirith Ungol course through the music along with Witchfinder General and Witchkiller (think “Day of the Saxons” then go spin that lost gem 50 times). It’s big throwback fun delivered with great enthusiasm by the band, especially vocalist S. Vrath who really gets into character. It’s a rousing war chanty and it should get your polearm standing at full attention. Epic and bombastic cut “Vanguard of the Emperor” goes for large bigness at all costs, sounding like Atlantean Kodex smashing headlong into Doomsword’s weakened left flank. This is battle-hungry metal born of strife and struggle and Steel is here for it every damn day. The overly dramatic spoken word section is very gratuitous and pads the song out, but overall this is a successful campaign of conquest. Especially thrilling is the wanton trveness displayed on “For the Greater Good of Evil” which plays out like a violent collision between Megaton Sword, Venom, and Twisted Tower Dire. It’s sloppy, ridiculous, and overwrought, but it’s loads of fun. “Blasphemers” incorporates a quasi-blackened thrash vibe that also works quite well, sounding aggressive and righteous.

Unfortunately, Phaëthon don’t always arrive with the best-laid battle plans. The 7-minutes of “Tolls of Perdition” aim for the sweet spot somewhere between epic-minded Iron Maiden and early Manowar but crash in the adjacent landfill due to WAY too many dramatic spoken word pieces with overly Shakespearian intoning that get tedious quickly (more on this later). The massive 9-plus minute closing title track is all over the map, swinging wildly trying to hit multiple moods and eras, but it’s all sound and fury signifying that it’s not that great of a song. Good bits are present but I really don’t enjoy the long ride aside from the fact that at multiple points it reminded me of this long-lost 80s treasure. The most annoying aspect of the album is the recurring spoken word pieces done in a wildly over-dramatic manner. It’s like the band hired a herald akin to Paul Bettany in A Knight’s Tale to regale you with heroic tales during the song about the very same heroic tales. After a few of these needless interruptions, you want the blustering puffery to cease and desist toot-sweet. The songwriting itself is also quite inconsistent. When it’s good, it’s good. When it’s not, things can get quite ham-fisted and awkward. At 42-plus minutes, the album feels considerably longer than it is with several songs suffering from disabling bouts of mega-bloat.

Another big obstacle to fully enjoying Wielder is vocalist S. Vrath. He’s the ultimate love or loath frontman and his mammothly exaggerated delivery is like Uzzy Unchained from Megaton Sword if he were even MOAR unchained and then mixed with Deathmaster of Doomsword. That’s an ungainly combo no matter how you slice it, and the vocals here will slice your ear canals plenty. Luckily, Vrath is a far better guitarist than vocalist and along with Decado, he harnesses the NWoBHM and trve metal genres to deliver fun moments steeped in the golden age of classy metaldom.

Wielder of the Steel is like a big nostalgia bomb that fails to detonate. There are so many elements here I want to love, but the end product proves tough to cuddle up with. Some streamlining and much more focused writing could bring Phaëthon closer to acts like Megaton Sword but as of now, their hammers are running low on essential glory oil. Back to the war room, boys!

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Gates of Hell
Websites: phaethon.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/phaethonband | instagram.com/phaethonband
Releases Worldwide: August 30, 2024

#20 #2024 #Aug30 #Bathory #CirithUngol #Doomsword #EpicMetal #GatesOfHellRecords #HeavyMetal #ManillaRoad #MegatonSword #Phaëthon #Review #Reviews #UKMetal #WielderOfTheSteel

Phaëthon – Wielder of the Steel Review

By Steel Druhm

Maybe I’m alone in this, but I want more sword-swinging trve/epic metal in my life. I want more bands sounding like Cirith Ungol, Brocas Helm, and Manilla Road in circulation. I want it to be 1066 A.D. too! I guess I just miss that classic sound and find myself walking among the tombstones of olden albums like King of the Dead and Out of the Gates more and more as I approach extreme ancienthood. This made me an easy mark for England’s Phaëthon who aspire to weld Viking-era Bathory onto the framework established by the 80s epic greats and continued by bands like Doomsword and Argus. On their Wielder of the Steel debut, they mine the depths of the 80s trve metal sound while keeping a foot in NWoBHM and the early Viking metal days. This is a heady combination, but can it be successfully forged into a weapon of might and magic? That’s where the metal meets the anvil, folks.

As soon as the blacksmithy opens for iron business on “Eternal Hammerer” it’s clear these metalworkers love the 80s sound and atmosphere. Shades of Cirith Ungol course through the music along with Witchfinder General and Witchkiller (think “Day of the Saxons” then go spin that lost gem 50 times). It’s big throwback fun delivered with great enthusiasm by the band, especially vocalist S. Vrath who really gets into character. It’s a rousing war chanty and it should get your polearm standing at full attention. Epic and bombastic cut “Vanguard of the Emperor” goes for large bigness at all costs, sounding like Atlantean Kodex smashing headlong into Doomsword’s weakened left flank. This is battle-hungry metal born of strife and struggle and Steel is here for it every damn day. The overly dramatic spoken word section is very gratuitous and pads the song out, but overall this is a successful campaign of conquest. Especially thrilling is the wanton trveness displayed on “For the Greater Good of Evil” which plays out like a violent collision between Megaton Sword, Venom, and Twisted Tower Dire. It’s sloppy, ridiculous, and overwrought, but it’s loads of fun. “Blasphemers” incorporates a quasi-blackened thrash vibe that also works quite well, sounding aggressive and righteous.

Unfortunately, Phaëthon don’t always arrive with the best-laid battle plans. The 7-minutes of “Tolls of Perdition” aim for the sweet spot somewhere between epic-minded Iron Maiden and early Manowar but crash in the adjacent landfill due to WAY too many dramatic spoken word pieces with overly Shakespearian intoning that get tedious quickly (more on this later). The massive 9-plus minute closing title track is all over the map, swinging wildly trying to hit multiple moods and eras, but it’s all sound and fury signifying that it’s not that great of a song. Good bits are present but I really don’t enjoy the long ride aside from the fact that at multiple points it reminded me of this long-lost 80s treasure. The most annoying aspect of the album is the recurring spoken word pieces done in a wildly over-dramatic manner. It’s like the band hired a herald akin to Paul Bettany in A Knight’s Tale to regale you with heroic tales during the song about the very same heroic tales. After a few of these needless interruptions, you want the blustering puffery to cease and desist toot-sweet. The songwriting itself is also quite inconsistent. When it’s good, it’s good. When it’s not, things can get quite ham-fisted and awkward. At 42-plus minutes, the album feels considerably longer than it is with several songs suffering from disabling bouts of mega-bloat.

Another big obstacle to fully enjoying Wielder is vocalist S. Vrath. He’s the ultimate love or loath frontman and his mammothly exaggerated delivery is like Uzzy Unchained from Megaton Sword if he were even MOAR unchained and then mixed with Deathmaster of Doomsword. That’s an ungainly combo no matter how you slice it, and the vocals here will slice your ear canals plenty. Luckily, Vrath is a far better guitarist than vocalist and along with Decado, he harnesses the NWoBHM and trve metal genres to deliver fun moments steeped in the golden age of classy metaldom.

Wielder of the Steel is like a big nostalgia bomb that fails to detonate. There are so many elements here I want to love, but the end product proves tough to cuddle up with. Some streamlining and much more focused writing could bring Phaëthon closer to acts like Megaton Sword but as of now, their hammers are running low on essential glory oil. Back to the war room, boys!

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Gates of Hell
Websites: phaethon.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/phaethonband | instagram.com/phaethonband
Releases Worldwide: August 30, 2024

#20 #2024 #Aug30 #Bathory #CirithUngol #Doomsword #EpicMetal #GatesOfHellRecords #HeavyMetal #ManillaRoad #MegatonSword #Phaëthon #Review #Reviews #UKMetal #WielderOfTheSteel

Phaëthon – Wielder of the Steel Review

By Steel Druhm

Maybe I’m alone in this, but I want more sword-swinging trve/epic metal in my life. I want more bands sounding like Cirith Ungol, Brocas Helm, and Manilla Road in circulation. I want it to be 1066 A.D. too! I guess I just miss that classic sound and find myself walking among the tombstones of olden albums like King of the Dead and Out of the Gates more and more as I approach extreme ancienthood. This made me an easy mark for England’s Phaëthon who aspire to weld Viking-era Bathory onto the framework established by the 80s epic greats and continued by bands like Doomsword and Argus. On their Wielder of the Steel debut, they mine the depths of the 80s trve metal sound while keeping a foot in NWoBHM and the early Viking metal days. This is a heady combination, but can it be successfully forged into a weapon of might and magic? That’s where the metal meets the anvil, folks.

As soon as the blacksmithy opens for iron business on “Eternal Hammerer” it’s clear these metalworkers love the 80s sound and atmosphere. Shades of Cirith Ungol course through the music along with Witchfinder General and Witchkiller (think “Day of the Saxons” then go spin that lost gem 50 times). It’s big throwback fun delivered with great enthusiasm by the band, especially vocalist S. Vrath who really gets into character. It’s a rousing war chanty and it should get your polearm standing at full attention. Epic and bombastic cut “Vanguard of the Emperor” goes for large bigness at all costs, sounding like Atlantean Kodex smashing headlong into Doomsword’s weakened left flank. This is battle-hungry metal born of strife and struggle and Steel is here for it every damn day. The overly dramatic spoken word section is very gratuitous and pads the song out, but overall this is a successful campaign of conquest. Especially thrilling is the wanton trveness displayed on “For the Greater Good of Evil” which plays out like a violent collision between Megaton Sword, Venom, and Twisted Tower Dire. It’s sloppy, ridiculous, and overwrought, but it’s loads of fun. “Blasphemers” incorporates a quasi-blackened thrash vibe that also works quite well, sounding aggressive and righteous.

Unfortunately, Phaëthon don’t always arrive with the best-laid battle plans. The 7-minutes of “Tolls of Perdition” aim for the sweet spot somewhere between epic-minded Iron Maiden and early Manowar but crash in the adjacent landfill due to WAY too many dramatic spoken word pieces with overly Shakespearian intoning that get tedious quickly (more on this later). The massive 9-plus minute closing title track is all over the map, swinging wildly trying to hit multiple moods and eras, but it’s all sound and fury signifying that it’s not that great of a song. Good bits are present but I really don’t enjoy the long ride aside from the fact that at multiple points it reminded me of this long-lost 80s treasure. The most annoying aspect of the album is the recurring spoken word pieces done in a wildly over-dramatic manner. It’s like the band hired a herald akin to Paul Bettany in A Knight’s Tale to regale you with heroic tales during the song about the very same heroic tales. After a few of these needless interruptions, you want the blustering puffery to cease and desist toot-sweet. The songwriting itself is also quite inconsistent. When it’s good, it’s good. When it’s not, things can get quite ham-fisted and awkward. At 42-plus minutes, the album feels considerably longer than it is with several songs suffering from disabling bouts of mega-bloat.

Another big obstacle to fully enjoying Wielder is vocalist S. Vrath. He’s the ultimate love or loath frontman and his mammothly exaggerated delivery is like Uzzy Unchained from Megaton Sword if he were even MOAR unchained and then mixed with Deathmaster of Doomsword. That’s an ungainly combo no matter how you slice it, and the vocals here will slice your ear canals plenty. Luckily, Vrath is a far better guitarist than vocalist and along with Decado, he harnesses the NWoBHM and trve metal genres to deliver fun moments steeped in the golden age of classy metaldom.

Wielder of the Steel is like a big nostalgia bomb that fails to detonate. There are so many elements here I want to love, but the end product proves tough to cuddle up with. Some streamlining and much more focused writing could bring Phaëthon closer to acts like Megaton Sword but as of now, their hammers are running low on essential glory oil. Back to the war room, boys!

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Gates of Hell
Websites: phaethon.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/phaethonband | instagram.com/phaethonband
Releases Worldwide: August 30, 2024

#20 #2024 #Aug30 #Bathory #CirithUngol #Doomsword #EpicMetal #GatesOfHellRecords #HeavyMetal #ManillaRoad #MegatonSword #Phaëthon #Review #Reviews #UKMetal #WielderOfTheSteel

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Weekend Poll: What Was The Best Release Of 1984?
Back when metal was just starting to bubble up.

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CIRITH UNGOL Announces Retirement From Live Performances At The End Of 2024
After careful deliberation, we have decided that 2024 will be the final year that Cirith Ungol will be performing live."

https://bravewords.com/news/cirith-ungol-announces-retirement-from-live-performances-at-the-end-of-2024

#CirithUngol #Retirement #LivePerformances #2024 #HeavyMetal #Metalheads #Music #LastShow

Metal School - Cirith Ungol

https://youtu.be/0Sgh05jkAG8

#metal #metalschool #cirithungol #essay #documentary #heavymetal

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10 Best Late Career Albums by Classic #Metal Bands
Chosen by #JavisLeatherby of New Wave of Traditional Heavy Metal band #NightDemon.

https://loudwire.com/best-late-career-albums-classic-metal-bands-night-demon-jarvis-leatherby/

#IronMaiden #AngelWitch #BlackSabbath #VanHalen #Satan #Megadeth #Carcass #CirithUngol #ArmoredSaint #Metallica