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Restless Spirit – Restless Spirit Review

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When one thinks of Long Island, stoner doom may not be the first musical variant that comes to mind. Restless Spirit have been out to change that since 2015, dropping several EPs and 3 long players of massive, weighty music with toes in the pools frequented by Mastodon, C.O.C., and The Sword. 2023s Afterimage was a great album crushed beneath a disastrous production that made enjoyment nigh impossible. Now comes their self-titled 4th album and a bit of a course correction. It’s a lighter, more rocking effort with a sense of brightness and wistfulness embedded in the burly, beefy sound. It’s still something entirely well-suited for a biker bar, but what Restless Spirit does is put them in the same ballpark as acts like Clutch, Fireball Ministry, and Freedom Hawk, and just in time for summer sun and outdoor beer drinking. How could that be a bad thing?

The things I love about Restless Spirit are still here, as opening track “The Burning Need” ably illustrates. It’s slick, bluesy, hard rock in the vein of C.O.C. with big riffs and feedback backing up Paul Alosio’s big, soulful bellows. It’s groovy, crunchy stuff with balls aplenty and a chorus that really pops and sticks in the craw, and you’d be forgiven for thinking this came from some southern crew rather than 3 guys from New York. The goods keep coming on “Hallowed,” which is a bit more spacey and moody, but the hooks are there, and the riffs do most of the talking, as they should. There’s a vintage Monster Magnet vibe in its DNA, and the guitar work is quite agile and interesting, with moments of introspective melancholy effectively stirred into the brew. “Desolations Wake” is a big moment, taking a rocked-out, rowdy approach to entertainingly punchy places with hard-charging guitar work that reminds a lot of Freedom Hawk. It’s got enough machismo to put extra hair on your nethers and make you want to punch a boulder. This one is heading right to my fun in the sun playlist with a bullet.

Unfortunately, not everything Restless Spirit attempts is a home run, and while nothing here is bad, cuts like “Red in Tooth and Claw” feel a bit more generic and safe. While the nearly 7 minutes of “Time and Distance” pass pretty well thanks to the powerhouse guitar work and forceful vocals, it does feel a bit overlong by the end. The nearly 9-minute closer, “Phantom Pain,” features a 70s psych-rock flavor that reminds me of Wino’s solo material, and the laid-back, emotive guitars pair well with the rougher, heavy riffs. But the length isn’t entirely justified, and by the 6th minute, things start to feel too stretched out. At just over 40 minutes, tracks like these make Restless Spirit feel longer than it really is, despite a good amount of interesting ideas and solid performances across the board. On the good side, the production is vastly better than last time, feeling warm and bright. The guitars have the proper weight, and the drum sound is satisfyingly deep.

The center of the Restless Spirit universe is Paul Alosio. His riffs and emotive fretboarding provide the foundation for everything, and he’s quite adept at crafting powerful, sinuous leads that grab your attention. Since this kind of music lives and dies by the riffs, he’s the prime mover, and move you he will as he dabbles in 70s rock and borrows from the expected wellsprings like Black Sabbath and Kyuss. He pairs his leads with an effectively rough but melodic vocal approach, and he’s at his best here, delivering with gravitas and soul. Marc Morello backs him up with thick, fat basslines that rumble and quake in all the best ways, while kitman Jon Gusman pounds away with abandon and a keen sense of groove. This is a talented trio, but their mostly good works get partially undermined by occasionally inconsistent writing and a bloat outbreak on the album’s ass-end.

Restless Spirit is a lesser creature than Afterimage and Blood of the Old Gods, but when it hits the mark, it will leave a deep impression on your ears. It’s worth checking out though, and I’m still a big believer in what the future holds for Restless Spirit. Talent abides, and spirits lurk endlessly, after all. Hail the Isle of Long!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Magnetic Eye
Websites: restlessspirit.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/restlessspiritny | instagram.com/restlessspirit
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

When one thinks of Long Island, stoner doom may not be the first musical variant that comes to mind. Restless Spirit have been out to change that since 2015, dropping several EPs and 3 long players of massive, weighty music with toes in the pools frequented by Mastodon, C.O.C., and The Sword. 2023s Afterimage was a great album crushed beneath a disastrous production that made enjoyment nigh impossible. Now comes their self-titled 4th album and a bit of a course correction. It’s a lighter, more rocking effort with a sense of brightness and wistfulness embedded in the burly, beefy sound. It’s still something entirely well-suited for a biker bar, but what Restless Spirit does is put them in the same ballpark as acts like Clutch, Fireball Ministry, and Freedom Hawk, and just in time for summer sun and outdoor beer drinking. How could that be a bad thing?

The things I love about Restless Spirit are still here, as opening track “The Burning Need” ably illustrates. It’s slick, bluesy, hard rock in the vein of C.O.C. with big riffs and feedback backing up Paul Alosio’s big, soulful bellows. It’s groovy, crunchy stuff with balls aplenty and a chorus that really pops and sticks in the craw, and you’d be forgiven for thinking this came from some southern crew rather than 3 guys from New York. The goods keep coming on “Hallowed,” which is a bit more spacey and moody, but the hooks are there, and the riffs do most of the talking, as they should. There’s a vintage Monster Magnet vibe in its DNA, and the guitar work is quite agile and interesting, with moments of introspective melancholy effectively stirred into the brew. “Desolations Wake” is a big moment, taking a rocked-out, rowdy approach to entertainingly punchy places with hard-charging guitar work that reminds a lot of Freedom Hawk. It’s got enough machismo to put extra hair on your nethers and make you want to punch a boulder. This one is heading right to my fun in the sun playlist with a bullet.

Unfortunately, not everything Restless Spirit attempts is a home run, and while nothing here is bad, cuts like “Red in Tooth and Claw” feel a bit more generic and safe. While the nearly 7 minutes of “Time and Distance” pass pretty well thanks to the powerhouse guitar work and forceful vocals, it does feel a bit overlong by the end. The nearly 9-minute closer, “Phantom Pain,” features a 70s psych-rock flavor that reminds me of Wino’s solo material, and the laid-back, emotive guitars pair well with the rougher, heavy riffs. But the length isn’t entirely justified, and by the 6th minute, things start to feel too stretched out. At just over 40 minutes, tracks like these make Restless Spirit feel longer than it really is, despite a good amount of interesting ideas and solid performances across the board. On the good side, the production is vastly better than last time, feeling warm and bright. The guitars have the proper weight, and the drum sound is satisfyingly deep.

The center of the Restless Spirit universe is Paul Alosio. His riffs and emotive fretboarding provide the foundation for everything, and he’s quite adept at crafting powerful, sinuous leads that grab your attention. Since this kind of music lives and dies by the riffs, he’s the prime mover, and move you he will as he dabbles in 70s rock and borrows from the expected wellsprings like Black Sabbath and Kyuss. He pairs his leads with an effectively rough but melodic vocal approach, and he’s at his best here, delivering with gravitas and soul. Marc Morello backs him up with thick, fat basslines that rumble and quake in all the best ways, while kitman Jon Gusman pounds away with abandon and a keen sense of groove. This is a talented trio, but their mostly good works get partially undermined by occasionally inconsistent writing and a bloat outbreak on the album’s ass-end.

Restless Spirit is a lesser creature than Afterimage and Blood of the Old Gods, but when it hits the mark, it will leave a deep impression on your ears. It’s worth checking out though, and I’m still a big believer in what the future holds for Restless Spirit. Talent abides, and spirits lurk endlessly, after all. Hail the Isle of Long!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Magnetic Eye
Websites: restlessspirit.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/restlessspiritny | instagram.com/restlessspirit
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

When one thinks of Long Island, stoner doom may not be the first musical variant that comes to mind. Restless Spirit have been out to change that since 2015, dropping several EPs and 3 long players of massive, weighty music with toes in the pools frequented by Mastodon, C.O.C., and The Sword. 2023s Afterimage was a great album crushed beneath a disastrous production that made enjoyment nigh impossible. Now comes their self-titled 4th album and a bit of a course correction. It’s a lighter, more rocking effort with a sense of brightness and wistfulness embedded in the burly, beefy sound. It’s still something entirely well-suited for a biker bar, but what Restless Spirit does is put them in the same ballpark as acts like Clutch, Fireball Ministry, and Freedom Hawk, and just in time for summer sun and outdoor beer drinking. How could that be a bad thing?

The things I love about Restless Spirit are still here, as opening track “The Burning Need” ably illustrates. It’s slick, bluesy, hard rock in the vein of C.O.C. with big riffs and feedback backing up Paul Alosio’s big, soulful bellows. It’s groovy, crunchy stuff with balls aplenty and a chorus that really pops and sticks in the craw, and you’d be forgiven for thinking this came from some southern crew rather than 3 guys from New York. The goods keep coming on “Hallowed,” which is a bit more spacey and moody, but the hooks are there, and the riffs do most of the talking, as they should. There’s a vintage Monster Magnet vibe in its DNA, and the guitar work is quite agile and interesting, with moments of introspective melancholy effectively stirred into the brew. “Desolations Wake” is a big moment, taking a rocked-out, rowdy approach to entertainingly punchy places with hard-charging guitar work that reminds a lot of Freedom Hawk. It’s got enough machismo to put extra hair on your nethers and make you want to punch a boulder. This one is heading right to my fun in the sun playlist with a bullet.

Unfortunately, not everything Restless Spirit attempts is a home run, and while nothing here is bad, cuts like “Red in Tooth and Claw” feel a bit more generic and safe. While the nearly 7 minutes of “Time and Distance” pass pretty well thanks to the powerhouse guitar work and forceful vocals, it does feel a bit overlong by the end. The nearly 9-minute closer, “Phantom Pain,” features a 70s psych-rock flavor that reminds me of Wino’s solo material, and the laid-back, emotive guitars pair well with the rougher, heavy riffs. But the length isn’t entirely justified, and by the 6th minute, things start to feel too stretched out. At just over 40 minutes, tracks like these make Restless Spirit feel longer than it really is, despite a good amount of interesting ideas and solid performances across the board. On the good side, the production is vastly better than last time, feeling warm and bright. The guitars have the proper weight, and the drum sound is satisfyingly deep.

The center of the Restless Spirit universe is Paul Alosio. His riffs and emotive fretboarding provide the foundation for everything, and he’s quite adept at crafting powerful, sinuous leads that grab your attention. Since this kind of music lives and dies by the riffs, he’s the prime mover, and move you he will as he dabbles in 70s rock and borrows from the expected wellsprings like Black Sabbath and Kyuss. He pairs his leads with an effectively rough but melodic vocal approach, and he’s at his best here, delivering with gravitas and soul. Marc Morello backs him up with thick, fat basslines that rumble and quake in all the best ways, while kitman Jon Gusman pounds away with abandon and a keen sense of groove. This is a talented trio, but their mostly good works get partially undermined by occasionally inconsistent writing and a bloat outbreak on the album’s ass-end.

Restless Spirit is a lesser creature than Afterimage and Blood of the Old Gods, but when it hits the mark, it will leave a deep impression on your ears. It’s worth checking out though, and I’m still a big believer in what the future holds for Restless Spirit. Talent abides, and spirits lurk endlessly, after all. Hail the Isle of Long!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Magnetic Eye
Websites: restlessspirit.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/restlessspiritny | instagram.com/restlessspirit
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

When one thinks of Long Island, stoner doom may not be the first musical variant that comes to mind. Restless Spirit have been out to change that since 2015, dropping several EPs and 3 long players of massive, weighty music with toes in the pools frequented by Mastodon, C.O.C., and The Sword. 2023s Afterimage was a great album crushed beneath a disastrous production that made enjoyment nigh impossible. Now comes their self-titled 4th album and a bit of a course correction. It’s a lighter, more rocking effort with a sense of brightness and wistfulness embedded in the burly, beefy sound. It’s still something entirely well-suited for a biker bar, but what Restless Spirit does is put them in the same ballpark as acts like Clutch, Fireball Ministry, and Freedom Hawk, and just in time for summer sun and outdoor beer drinking. How could that be a bad thing?

The things I love about Restless Spirit are still here, as opening track “The Burning Need” ably illustrates. It’s slick, bluesy, hard rock in the vein of C.O.C. with big riffs and feedback backing up Paul Alosio’s big, soulful bellows. It’s groovy, crunchy stuff with balls aplenty and a chorus that really pops and sticks in the craw, and you’d be forgiven for thinking this came from some southern crew rather than 3 guys from New York. The goods keep coming on “Hallowed,” which is a bit more spacey and moody, but the hooks are there, and the riffs do most of the talking, as they should. There’s a vintage Monster Magnet vibe in its DNA, and the guitar work is quite agile and interesting, with moments of introspective melancholy effectively stirred into the brew. “Desolations Wake” is a big moment, taking a rocked-out, rowdy approach to entertainingly punchy places with hard-charging guitar work that reminds a lot of Freedom Hawk. It’s got enough machismo to put extra hair on your nethers and make you want to punch a boulder. This one is heading right to my fun in the sun playlist with a bullet.

Unfortunately, not everything Restless Spirit attempts is a home run, and while nothing here is bad, cuts like “Red in Tooth and Claw” feel a bit more generic and safe. While the nearly 7 minutes of “Time and Distance” pass pretty well thanks to the powerhouse guitar work and forceful vocals, it does feel a bit overlong by the end. The nearly 9-minute closer, “Phantom Pain,” features a 70s psych-rock flavor that reminds me of Wino’s solo material, and the laid-back, emotive guitars pair well with the rougher, heavy riffs. But the length isn’t entirely justified, and by the 6th minute, things start to feel too stretched out. At just over 40 minutes, tracks like these make Restless Spirit feel longer than it really is, despite a good amount of interesting ideas and solid performances across the board. On the good side, the production is vastly better than last time, feeling warm and bright. The guitars have the proper weight, and the drum sound is satisfyingly deep.

The center of the Restless Spirit universe is Paul Alosio. His riffs and emotive fretboarding provide the foundation for everything, and he’s quite adept at crafting powerful, sinuous leads that grab your attention. Since this kind of music lives and dies by the riffs, he’s the prime mover, and move you he will as he dabbles in 70s rock and borrows from the expected wellsprings like Black Sabbath and Kyuss. He pairs his leads with an effectively rough but melodic vocal approach, and he’s at his best here, delivering with gravitas and soul. Marc Morello backs him up with thick, fat basslines that rumble and quake in all the best ways, while kitman Jon Gusman pounds away with abandon and a keen sense of groove. This is a talented trio, but their mostly good works get partially undermined by occasionally inconsistent writing and a bloat outbreak on the album’s ass-end.

Restless Spirit is a lesser creature than Afterimage and Blood of the Old Gods, but when it hits the mark, it will leave a deep impression on your ears. It’s worth checking out though, and I’m still a big believer in what the future holds for Restless Spirit. Talent abides, and spirits lurk endlessly, after all. Hail the Isle of Long!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Magnetic Eye
Websites: restlessspirit.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/restlessspiritny | instagram.com/restlessspirit
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

When one thinks of Long Island, stoner doom may not be the first musical variant that comes to mind. Restless Spirit have been out to change that since 2015, dropping several EPs and 3 long players of massive, weighty music with toes in the pools frequented by Mastodon, C.O.C., and The Sword. 2023s Afterimage was a great album crushed beneath a disastrous production that made enjoyment nigh impossible. Now comes their self-titled 4th album and a bit of a course correction. It’s a lighter, more rocking effort with a sense of brightness and wistfulness embedded in the burly, beefy sound. It’s still something entirely well-suited for a biker bar, but what Restless Spirit does is put them in the same ballpark as acts like Clutch, Fireball Ministry, and Freedom Hawk, and just in time for summer sun and outdoor beer drinking. How could that be a bad thing?

The things I love about Restless Spirit are still here, as opening track “The Burning Need” ably illustrates. It’s slick, bluesy, hard rock in the vein of C.O.C. with big riffs and feedback backing up Paul Alosio’s big, soulful bellows. It’s groovy, crunchy stuff with balls aplenty and a chorus that really pops and sticks in the craw, and you’d be forgiven for thinking this came from some southern crew rather than 3 guys from New York. The goods keep coming on “Hallowed,” which is a bit more spacey and moody, but the hooks are there, and the riffs do most of the talking, as they should. There’s a vintage Monster Magnet vibe in its DNA, and the guitar work is quite agile and interesting, with moments of introspective melancholy effectively stirred into the brew. “Desolations Wake” is a big moment, taking a rocked-out, rowdy approach to entertainingly punchy places with hard-charging guitar work that reminds a lot of Freedom Hawk. It’s got enough machismo to put extra hair on your nethers and make you want to punch a boulder. This one is heading right to my fun in the sun playlist with a bullet.

Unfortunately, not everything Restless Spirit attempts is a home run, and while nothing here is bad, cuts like “Red in Tooth and Claw” feel a bit more generic and safe. While the nearly 7 minutes of “Time and Distance” pass pretty well thanks to the powerhouse guitar work and forceful vocals, it does feel a bit overlong by the end. The nearly 9-minute closer, “Phantom Pain,” features a 70s psych-rock flavor that reminds me of Wino’s solo material, and the laid-back, emotive guitars pair well with the rougher, heavy riffs. But the length isn’t entirely justified, and by the 6th minute, things start to feel too stretched out. At just over 40 minutes, tracks like these make Restless Spirit feel longer than it really is, despite a good amount of interesting ideas and solid performances across the board. On the good side, the production is vastly better than last time, feeling warm and bright. The guitars have the proper weight, and the drum sound is satisfyingly deep.

The center of the Restless Spirit universe is Paul Alosio. His riffs and emotive fretboarding provide the foundation for everything, and he’s quite adept at crafting powerful, sinuous leads that grab your attention. Since this kind of music lives and dies by the riffs, he’s the prime mover, and move you he will as he dabbles in 70s rock and borrows from the expected wellsprings like Black Sabbath and Kyuss. He pairs his leads with an effectively rough but melodic vocal approach, and he’s at his best here, delivering with gravitas and soul. Marc Morello backs him up with thick, fat basslines that rumble and quake in all the best ways, while kitman Jon Gusman pounds away with abandon and a keen sense of groove. This is a talented trio, but their mostly good works get partially undermined by occasionally inconsistent writing and a bloat outbreak on the album’s ass-end.

Restless Spirit is a lesser creature than Afterimage and Blood of the Old Gods, but when it hits the mark, it will leave a deep impression on your ears. It’s worth checking out though, and I’m still a big believer in what the future holds for Restless Spirit. Talent abides, and spirits lurk endlessly, after all. Hail the Isle of Long!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Magnetic Eye
Websites: restlessspirit.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/restlessspiritny | instagram.com/restlessspirit
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

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Warlung – The Poison Touch Review

By Steel Druhm

What better way to bounce back from a week of depressive, melancholic doom than to marinate oneself in a hard-rocking retro stoner/occult release by an act totally unknown to me? Texas-based Warlung boast a spectacular name and though The Poison Touch is their 5th album, they’ve managed to evade my metal detector until now. Their sound is a mix of 70s rock, stoner doom, and occult metal with flashes of NWoBHM-inspired rowdiness sprinkled throughout. It’s highly riff-centric and the band has a certain carefree charm and likeablity factor. Over the course of The Poison Touch, you’ll be reminded of acts like Ghost, Doctor Smoke, Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats, and of course, Black Sabbath. That’s not the worst recipe to work from and the band has chops. That should be enough to keep you breathing, right?

Warlung coughs up a solid first impression on opener “Digital Smoke” which is a raucous, groovy rocker that reminds me equally of Cauldron and Doctor Smoke. It’s catchy as fook and easy to like with meaty riffs churning away as George Baba and Phillip Bennet swap vocal lines. One of them (I’m not sure which) sounds a lot like Doctor Smoke’s Matt Tluchowski and his nasally delivery is upbeat and pleasant. This one got stuck in my brain on the first spin and I can’t seem to dislodge the smoke. “White Light Seeker” delivers a lead riff that sounds like it was “borrowed” from Sabbath Bloody Sabbath and the song delivers hooky, groovy retro rock with a strong 70s doom edge. It’s an instant winner that sticks like Alien Tape™. Album set piece “Spell Speaker” is a nearly 9-minute odyssey that starts life sounding a lot like Iron Butterfly’s immortal classic “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” before drifting into lazy hazy 70s hard rock and veering into Sabbath and Ghost territories. It’s a sprawling, unhurried saga that takes as much time as it wants to set the mood, with side quests into trippy guitar noodling. Surprisingly, it all works very well and the minutes fly by before you realize it. A very cool tune.

The back half of The Poison Touch is less adventurous, opting for more direct stoner rock attacks, but they generally hit pay dirt. “Holy Guide” reminds of Freedom Hawk and Uncle Acid, and closer “29th Scroll, 6th Verse” goes hard on the same kind of fuzzy bounce and groove Uncle Acid made their name with. The band’s agile songcraft makes things entertaining and memorable and they bring real chops to the execution, especially in the fretboard department. While no track feels completely unworthy, short interlude “Mourning Devils” doesn’t add much, and “Rat Bastard” is a bit too goofy, though the riffs are there in abundance. At a trim 36 minutes, the album flows past in a flash, and even “Spell Speaker” doesn’t interrupt the rocking momentum.

Baba and Bennett share axe work as well as vocal duties and they do a fine job on both fronts. The guitar tandem loads the material with sharp riffs of various eras and styles and it’s a pleasure to hear them playing off one another as they move from hard-charging riffs to 70s psych rock, doom, and bong-fueled noodle sessions. They borrow from all the right sources and keep things interesting most of the time. The vocals are good too, vibrant and quirky, sometimes sounding a lot like Papa Emeritus. There’s a playfulness to them that works well with the music and throughout the album Baba and Bennett remind me of roughly 10 other stoner and doom vocalists, so variety is not an issue here.

Warlung bring a sense of joy and just enough inventiveness to the stoner/retro rock genre to make a lasting impression and what they do on The Poison Touch is mighty tough to dislike. It’s the kind of album that grows on you with every spin and there are some slick, killer tunes camping out here. I almost gave it a higher score and I’m enjoying it enough to start examining their back catalog, so they’re doing something right. If you need a fun, mindless palate cleanser of an album that pairs well with beers, buds, and other buds, catch yourself a nasty case of Warlung. Cough, cough, cough, cough DA-DA, DA-DA-DA!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 302 kbps mp3
Label: Heavy Psych Sounds
Websites: facebook.com/warlungband | instagram.com/warlung
Releases Worldwide: February 14th, 2025

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Warlung – The Poison Touch Review

By Steel Druhm

What better way to bounce back from a week of depressive, melancholic doom than to marinate oneself in a hard-rocking retro stoner/occult release by an act totally unknown to me? Texas-based Warlung boast a spectacular name and though The Poison Touch is their 5th album, they’ve managed to evade my metal detector until now. Their sound is a mix of 70s rock, stoner doom, and occult metal with flashes of NWoBHM-inspired rowdiness sprinkled throughout. It’s highly riff-centric and the band has a certain carefree charm and likeablity factor. Over the course of The Poison Touch, you’ll be reminded of acts like Ghost, Doctor Smoke, Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats, and of course, Black Sabbath. That’s not the worst recipe to work from and the band has chops. That should be enough to keep you breathing, right?

Warlung coughs up a solid first impression on opener “Digital Smoke” which is a raucous, groovy rocker that reminds me equally of Cauldron and Doctor Smoke. It’s catchy as fook and easy to like with meaty riffs churning away as George Baba and Phillip Bennet swap vocal lines. One of them (I’m not sure which) sounds a lot like Doctor Smoke’s Matt Tluchowski and his nasally delivery is upbeat and pleasant. This one got stuck in my brain on the first spin and I can’t seem to dislodge the smoke. “White Light Seeker” delivers a lead riff that sounds like it was “borrowed” from Sabbath Bloody Sabbath and the song delivers hooky, groovy retro rock with a strong 70s doom edge. It’s an instant winner that sticks like Alien Tape™. Album set piece “Spell Speaker” is a nearly 9-minute odyssey that starts life sounding a lot like Iron Butterfly’s immortal classic “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” before drifting into lazy hazy 70s hard rock and veering into Sabbath and Ghost territories. It’s a sprawling, unhurried saga that takes as much time as it wants to set the mood, with side quests into trippy guitar noodling. Surprisingly, it all works very well and the minutes fly by before you realize it. A very cool tune.

The back half of The Poison Touch is less adventurous, opting for more direct stoner rock attacks, but they generally hit pay dirt. “Holy Guide” reminds of Freedom Hawk and Uncle Acid, and closer “29th Scroll, 6th Verse” goes hard on the same kind of fuzzy bounce and groove Uncle Acid made their name with. The band’s agile songcraft makes things entertaining and memorable and they bring real chops to the execution, especially in the fretboard department. While no track feels completely unworthy, short interlude “Mourning Devils” doesn’t add much, and “Rat Bastard” is a bit too goofy, though the riffs are there in abundance. At a trim 36 minutes, the album flows past in a flash, and even “Spell Speaker” doesn’t interrupt the rocking momentum.

Baba and Bennett share axe work as well as vocal duties and they do a fine job on both fronts. The guitar tandem loads the material with sharp riffs of various eras and styles and it’s a pleasure to hear them playing off one another as they move from hard-charging riffs to 70s psych rock, doom, and bong-fueled noodle sessions. They borrow from all the right sources and keep things interesting most of the time. The vocals are good too, vibrant and quirky, sometimes sounding a lot like Papa Emeritus. There’s a playfulness to them that works well with the music and throughout the album Baba and Bennett remind me of roughly 10 other stoner and doom vocalists, so variety is not an issue here.

Warlung bring a sense of joy and just enough inventiveness to the stoner/retro rock genre to make a lasting impression and what they do on The Poison Touch is mighty tough to dislike. It’s the kind of album that grows on you with every spin and there are some slick, killer tunes camping out here. I almost gave it a higher score and I’m enjoying it enough to start examining their back catalog, so they’re doing something right. If you need a fun, mindless palate cleanser of an album that pairs well with beers, buds, and other buds, catch yourself a nasty case of Warlung. Cough, cough, cough, cough DA-DA, DA-DA-DA!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 302 kbps mp3
Label: Heavy Psych Sounds
Websites: facebook.com/warlungband | instagram.com/warlung
Releases Worldwide: February 14th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BlackSabbath #Cauldron #DoctorSmoke #Feb25 #FreedomHawk #Ghost #HeavyPsychSoundsRecords #OccultRock #Review #Reviews #StonerRock #UncleAcidAndTheDeadbeats

Warlung – The Poison Touch Review

By Steel Druhm

What better way to bounce back from a week of depressive, melancholic doom than to marinate oneself in a hard-rocking retro stoner/occult release by an act totally unknown to me? Texas-based Warlung boast a spectacular name and though The Poison Touch is their 5th album, they’ve managed to evade my metal detector until now. Their sound is a mix of 70s rock, stoner doom, and occult metal with flashes of NWoBHM-inspired rowdiness sprinkled throughout. It’s highly riff-centric and the band has a certain carefree charm and likeablity factor. Over the course of The Poison Touch, you’ll be reminded of acts like Ghost, Doctor Smoke, Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats, and of course, Black Sabbath. That’s not the worst recipe to work from and the band has chops. That should be enough to keep you breathing, right?

Warlung coughs up a solid first impression on opener “Digital Smoke” which is a raucous, groovy rocker that reminds me equally of Cauldron and Doctor Smoke. It’s catchy as fook and easy to like with meaty riffs churning away as George Baba and Phillip Bennet swap vocal lines. One of them (I’m not sure which) sounds a lot like Doctor Smoke’s Matt Tluchowski and his nasally delivery is upbeat and pleasant. This one got stuck in my brain on the first spin and I can’t seem to dislodge the smoke. “White Light Seeker” delivers a lead riff that sounds like it was “borrowed” from Sabbath Bloody Sabbath and the song delivers hooky, groovy retro rock with a strong 70s doom edge. It’s an instant winner that sticks like Alien Tape™. Album set piece “Spell Speaker” is a nearly 9-minute odyssey that starts life sounding a lot like Iron Butterfly’s immortal classic “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” before drifting into lazy hazy 70s hard rock and veering into Sabbath and Ghost territories. It’s a sprawling, unhurried saga that takes as much time as it wants to set the mood, with side quests into trippy guitar noodling. Surprisingly, it all works very well and the minutes fly by before you realize it. A very cool tune.

The back half of The Poison Touch is less adventurous, opting for more direct stoner rock attacks, but they generally hit pay dirt. “Holy Guide” reminds of Freedom Hawk and Uncle Acid, and closer “29th Scroll, 6th Verse” goes hard on the same kind of fuzzy bounce and groove Uncle Acid made their name with. The band’s agile songcraft makes things entertaining and memorable and they bring real chops to the execution, especially in the fretboard department. While no track feels completely unworthy, short interlude “Mourning Devils” doesn’t add much, and “Rat Bastard” is a bit too goofy, though the riffs are there in abundance. At a trim 36 minutes, the album flows past in a flash, and even “Spell Speaker” doesn’t interrupt the rocking momentum.

Baba and Bennett share axe work as well as vocal duties and they do a fine job on both fronts. The guitar tandem loads the material with sharp riffs of various eras and styles and it’s a pleasure to hear them playing off one another as they move from hard-charging riffs to 70s psych rock, doom, and bong-fueled noodle sessions. They borrow from all the right sources and keep things interesting most of the time. The vocals are good too, vibrant and quirky, sometimes sounding a lot like Papa Emeritus. There’s a playfulness to them that works well with the music and throughout the album Baba and Bennett remind me of roughly 10 other stoner and doom vocalists, so variety is not an issue here.

Warlung bring a sense of joy and just enough inventiveness to the stoner/retro rock genre to make a lasting impression and what they do on The Poison Touch is mighty tough to dislike. It’s the kind of album that grows on you with every spin and there are some slick, killer tunes camping out here. I almost gave it a higher score and I’m enjoying it enough to start examining their back catalog, so they’re doing something right. If you need a fun, mindless palate cleanser of an album that pairs well with beers, buds, and other buds, catch yourself a nasty case of Warlung. Cough, cough, cough, cough DA-DA, DA-DA-DA!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 302 kbps mp3
Label: Heavy Psych Sounds
Websites: facebook.com/warlungband | instagram.com/warlung
Releases Worldwide: February 14th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BlackSabbath #Cauldron #DoctorSmoke #Feb25 #FreedomHawk #Ghost #HeavyPsychSoundsRecords #OccultRock #Review #Reviews #StonerRock #UncleAcidAndTheDeadbeats

Warlung – The Poison Touch Review

By Steel Druhm

What better way to bounce back from a week of depressive, melancholic doom than to marinate oneself in a hard-rocking retro stoner/occult release by an act totally unknown to me? Texas-based Warlung boast a spectacular name and though The Poison Touch is their 5th album, they’ve managed to evade my metal detector until now. Their sound is a mix of 70s rock, stoner doom, and occult metal with flashes of NWoBHM-inspired rowdiness sprinkled throughout. It’s highly riff-centric and the band has a certain carefree charm and likeablity factor. Over the course of The Poison Touch, you’ll be reminded of acts like Ghost, Doctor Smoke, Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats, and of course, Black Sabbath. That’s not the worst recipe to work from and the band has chops. That should be enough to keep you breathing, right?

Warlung coughs up a solid first impression on opener “Digital Smoke” which is a raucous, groovy rocker that reminds me equally of Cauldron and Doctor Smoke. It’s catchy as fook and easy to like with meaty riffs churning away as George Baba and Phillip Bennet swap vocal lines. One of them (I’m not sure which) sounds a lot like Doctor Smoke’s Matt Tluchowski and his nasally delivery is upbeat and pleasant. This one got stuck in my brain on the first spin and I can’t seem to dislodge the smoke. “White Light Seeker” delivers a lead riff that sounds like it was “borrowed” from Sabbath Bloody Sabbath and the song delivers hooky, groovy retro rock with a strong 70s doom edge. It’s an instant winner that sticks like Alien Tape™. Album set piece “Spell Speaker” is a nearly 9-minute odyssey that starts life sounding a lot like Iron Butterfly’s immortal classic “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” before drifting into lazy hazy 70s hard rock and veering into Sabbath and Ghost territories. It’s a sprawling, unhurried saga that takes as much time as it wants to set the mood, with side quests into trippy guitar noodling. Surprisingly, it all works very well and the minutes fly by before you realize it. A very cool tune.

The back half of The Poison Touch is less adventurous, opting for more direct stoner rock attacks, but they generally hit pay dirt. “Holy Guide” reminds of Freedom Hawk and Uncle Acid, and closer “29th Scroll, 6th Verse” goes hard on the same kind of fuzzy bounce and groove Uncle Acid made their name with. The band’s agile songcraft makes things entertaining and memorable and they bring real chops to the execution, especially in the fretboard department. While no track feels completely unworthy, short interlude “Mourning Devils” doesn’t add much, and “Rat Bastard” is a bit too goofy, though the riffs are there in abundance. At a trim 36 minutes, the album flows past in a flash, and even “Spell Speaker” doesn’t interrupt the rocking momentum.

Baba and Bennett share axe work as well as vocal duties and they do a fine job on both fronts. The guitar tandem loads the material with sharp riffs of various eras and styles and it’s a pleasure to hear them playing off one another as they move from hard-charging riffs to 70s psych rock, doom, and bong-fueled noodle sessions. They borrow from all the right sources and keep things interesting most of the time. The vocals are good too, vibrant and quirky, sometimes sounding a lot like Papa Emeritus. There’s a playfulness to them that works well with the music and throughout the album Baba and Bennett remind me of roughly 10 other stoner and doom vocalists, so variety is not an issue here.

Warlung bring a sense of joy and just enough inventiveness to the stoner/retro rock genre to make a lasting impression and what they do on The Poison Touch is mighty tough to dislike. It’s the kind of album that grows on you with every spin and there are some slick, killer tunes camping out here. I almost gave it a higher score and I’m enjoying it enough to start examining their back catalog, so they’re doing something right. If you need a fun, mindless palate cleanser of an album that pairs well with beers, buds, and other buds, catch yourself a nasty case of Warlung. Cough, cough, cough, cough DA-DA, DA-DA-DA!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 302 kbps mp3
Label: Heavy Psych Sounds
Websites: facebook.com/warlungband | instagram.com/warlung
Releases Worldwide: February 14th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BlackSabbath #Cauldron #DoctorSmoke #Feb25 #FreedomHawk #Ghost #HeavyPsychSoundsRecords #OccultRock #Review #Reviews #StonerRock #UncleAcidAndTheDeadbeats

Stuck in the Filter – September’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

September’s Filter is extra late. It’s extra late for a wide array of reasons, not the least of which involved this sponge working long hours several weeks on end, the looming threat of list season, and a flu scare. But I refuse to let my “colleagues” sit idly by and skimp out on getting my Filter cleaned out. So, I chased them all over the AMG campus until they submitted—or suffered. Luckily for my compatriots, September’s Filter wasn’t so jam-packed with gunk that there was much to find in the first place, but we still dug up a few good chunks of mutton from the grates.

Eat up!1

TheKenWord’s Charred Choices

Rotborn – On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall

Brazilian newcomers Rotborn came to my attention thanks to someone on the Discord server, and Jørn knows I don’t remember who anymore. It doesn’t matter, because I’m taking all of the credit for this find. Debut slab of brutal deathgrind On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall should immediately recall the vicious venom of Skam with the skin-flaying relentlessness of Depravity. With extra-potent hits like “Moral Grudge,” “F.U.B.A.R.,” “The Stench of a New Era to Come,” and immense closer “The Void Eater,” Rotborn deliver crushing tunes determined to level cities across the world. The biggest problem is the album’s brevity—an issue exacerbated by the band’s somewhat generic riff-craft in the less grindy songs. Its extra-tight twenty-seven minutes is about five to seven minutes too short for me, making this record feel somewhat incomplete. Regardless, this is a promising debut and I’m excited to hear how Rotborn progress from here.

Dark Divinity – Unholy Rapture

Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand, Dark Divinity have toiled in deep obscurity since 2017. I have heard literally nobody speak of this chunky bit of melodic death metal, save for the dozen people who bought their debut record, Unholy Rapture, on Bandcamp. This is weird to me, seeing as how Dark Divinity kind of kick ass, with standout tracks “Subterfuge,” “Blood on the Altar,” “Left for Dead,” and “The Nothing” gnashing against my brain with rows upon rows of sharp teeth. There are some moments that feel decidedly weaker than others (“The Seer,” “Cadavers”), but even accounting for that, Unholy Rapture is chock full of cool riffs, infectious grooves, and a wide variety of approaches to the style. With some tightening up of, and just a touch more depth in, their mid-paced songs, I see a bright future ahead for Dark Divinity.

Crispy Hooligan’s Hooch

Labyrinth of Stars – Spectrum Xenomorph

Spectrum Xenomorph’s entire package serves to evoke the cosmic horror of Alien, from the HR Giger inspired album cover to subtext laden song titles (“Star Pervertor”) and lyrics (“Dissolving into the Eternal Nothingness”). The Blood Incantation-but deathcore sound crams layers of Starspawn horror into concise 3 minute structures. Unfortunately the Blood Incantation-but deathcore comparison has its own Timewave Zero analogue. Spectrum Xenomorph‘s closer, “Transmission Delta – Exile,” is a 12:40 ambient track that constitutes nearly 40% of the entire album runtime and adds absolutely nothing. When you strip it out, are the seven remaining tracks still an LP? I want to lean yes, but the nigh-EP ness of Spectrum Xenomorph kicked it down my promo queue this month. Nonetheless, Labyrinth of Stars’ vibe is so of the season that Spectrum Xenomorph has been in daily rotation. The Germans’ distress signals from deep space have been received. Contact has been made. A follow-up transmission has been requested.

Steel Druhm’s Infected Incisors

Freedom Hawk – Take All You Can

Back in 2018, I was knocked over by the uber-cool stoner doom rock stylings of Virginia’s Freedom Hawk and their Beast Remains album. Its smart, slick combination of classic Sabbath groove and swagger and Kyuss-esque desert rock was too easy to love, and love it I did and still do. In fact, I underrated that opus and feel some shame. Fast forward 4 years, and we get the follow-up, Take All You Can. I wanted to give it a proper review, but time worked against me in a particular nutty month, so here it is. It’s much the same as Beast Remains stylistically, but perhaps a bit more open and mushroom-fueled. The tasty stoner rock anthems are there like “Age of the Idiot” and the groovy, spacey title track, and both hit the doom rock sweet spot with big staying power. The Sabbathian grooves are present on “We Need Rock N’ Roll,” and the laid-back, lava lampy Kyuss vibe is found on “Seize the Day.” Then there are the straight-up ragers like the Queens of the Stone Age by way of Fireball Ministry “Never to Return” and the infectious, Thin Lizzy-meets Led Zeppelin guitar rock mania of “From the Inside Out” These guys know how to craft hooks that get deep in the skin and grow scar tissue and this is stoner rock at its most propulsive and catchy. Special note should be given to the righteous dream-rock of “Coming Home” and the wonderfully odd and hypnotic carnival weirdness on closer “Desert Song.” There’s so much great throwback 70s guitar work here, and this thing is great for road trips and easy summer brew-sipping sessions. Get yourself a Freedom Hawk!

Stratovarius – Survive

After a 7-year hiatus, I had pretty much moved Stratovarius into the “Dead” category in my brain files. I was very wrong, as they’ve come roaring back with a swirling maelstrom of classic Euro-power called Survive, and I’m quite impressed by it. The band sounds vital and reenergized, essentially picking up where they left off on 2015s Eternal but with the intensity dialed up a few clicks. The opening title track is a powerbomb and the classic Strato track. It could have appeared on golden-age platters like Destiny or Visions and it will rustle your jimmies with anthemic bombast and crunchy riffage. “Demand” and Frozen in Time” are more hammers for the power anvil, offering the classic Strato recipe full of hooks and guitar heroics. Even the relatively cheese-stuffed entries like “Firefly” and “Breakaway” work because the band is so adept at juggling the power and the puffery. Over their career, Stratovarius toyed with long-form compositions with mixed results, and mammoth closer “Voice of Thunder” is one of the bigger successes they’ve had, managing to keep you strapped in and engaged over its 11-plus minute voyage. Throughout it all, Timo Kotipelto’s voice sounds ageless, and Matias Kupiainen carpet-bombs the listener with big, driving riffs and stunning solos. Rumors of Stratovarius’ demise have been greatly exaggerated, and they show once more that they know how to Survive.

Inhuman Depravity – The Experimendead

Open a brutal death metal album with a sample from Re-Animator and you have me in your corner. Proceed to beat me into jelly for the following 34 minutes and you may never get rid of me. Istanbul-based Inhuman Depravity do both these things and much more over the course of their sophomore platter, The Experimendead. This is take-no-prisoners, done-fucking-around death metal with both fists in your teeth and it’s refreshing in its one-note brutality. With a sound akin to Cerebral Bore mixed with the nastiest of Cannibal Corpse, these folks come at you hard and offer no mercy. Songs like “Obsessed with the Mummified” and “Mescannibalismus” sound dopey as fook, but they’ll cut a bitch. This is the kind of album that feels like a relentless beatdown done by an industrial smashing machine. The tempo stays more or less the same and every shot hurts equally. No nuance, no experimentation, just the choice of violence over and over again. The guitar work isn’t flashy by the riffs have real hostility. The vocals by Lucy Ferra are impressively brutal and ugly. They lack variation but you won’t care much because of all the gloriously dumb pain. The Experimendead is not the best death album of the year but it is a brutal boot party worthy of attending. BYOB.

#2022 #DarkDivinity #FreedomHawk #InhumanDepravity #LabyrinthOfStars #Rotborn #Stratovarius #StuckInTheFilter

Stuck in the Filter – September’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

September’s Filter is extra late. It’s extra late for a wide array of reasons, not the least of which involved this sponge working long hours several weeks on end, the looming threat of list season, and a flu scare. But I refuse to let my “colleagues” sit idly by and skimp out on getting my Filter cleaned out. So, I chased them all over the AMG campus until they submitted—or suffered. Luckily for my compatriots, September’s Filter wasn’t so jam-packed with gunk that there was much to find in the first place, but we still dug up a few good chunks of mutton from the grates.

Eat up!1

TheKenWord’s Charred Choices

Rotborn – On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall

Brazilian newcomers Rotborn came to my attention thanks to someone on the Discord server, and Jørn knows I don’t remember who anymore. It doesn’t matter, because I’m taking all of the credit for this find. Debut slab of brutal deathgrind On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall should immediately recall the vicious venom of Skam with the skin-flaying relentlessness of Depravity. With extra-potent hits like “Moral Grudge,” “F.U.B.A.R.,” “The Stench of a New Era to Come,” and immense closer “The Void Eater,” Rotborn deliver crushing tunes determined to level cities across the world. The biggest problem is the album’s brevity—an issue exacerbated by the band’s somewhat generic riff-craft in the less grindy songs. Its extra-tight twenty-seven minutes is about five to seven minutes too short for me, making this record feel somewhat incomplete. Regardless, this is a promising debut and I’m excited to hear how Rotborn progress from here.

Dark Divinity – Unholy Rapture

Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand, Dark Divinity have toiled in deep obscurity since 2017. I have heard literally nobody speak of this chunky bit of melodic death metal, save for the dozen people who bought their debut record, Unholy Rapture, on Bandcamp. This is weird to me, seeing as how Dark Divinity kind of kick ass, with standout tracks “Subterfuge,” “Blood on the Altar,” “Left for Dead,” and “The Nothing” gnashing against my brain with rows upon rows of sharp teeth. There are some moments that feel decidedly weaker than others (“The Seer,” “Cadavers”), but even accounting for that, Unholy Rapture is chock full of cool riffs, infectious grooves, and a wide variety of approaches to the style. With some tightening up of, and just a touch more depth in, their mid-paced songs, I see a bright future ahead for Dark Divinity.

Crispy Hooligan’s Hooch

Labyrinth of Stars – Spectrum Xenomorph

Spectrum Xenomorph’s entire package serves to evoke the cosmic horror of Alien, from the HR Giger inspired album cover to subtext laden song titles (“Star Pervertor”) and lyrics (“Dissolving into the Eternal Nothingness”). The Blood Incantation-but deathcore sound crams layers of Starspawn horror into concise 3 minute structures. Unfortunately the Blood Incantation-but deathcore comparison has its own Timewave Zero analogue. Spectrum Xenomorph‘s closer, “Transmission Delta – Exile,” is a 12:40 ambient track that constitutes nearly 40% of the entire album runtime and adds absolutely nothing. When you strip it out, are the seven remaining tracks still an LP? I want to lean yes, but the nigh-EP ness of Spectrum Xenomorph kicked it down my promo queue this month. Nonetheless, Labyrinth of Stars’ vibe is so of the season that Spectrum Xenomorph has been in daily rotation. The Germans’ distress signals from deep space have been received. Contact has been made. A follow-up transmission has been requested.

Steel Druhm’s Infected Incisors

Freedom Hawk – Take All You Can

Back in 2018, I was knocked over by the uber-cool stoner doom rock stylings of Virginia’s Freedom Hawk and their Beast Remains album. Its smart, slick combination of classic Sabbath groove and swagger and Kyuss-esque desert rock was too easy to love, and love it I did and still do. In fact, I underrated that opus and feel some shame. Fast forward 4 years, and we get the follow-up, Take All You Can. I wanted to give it a proper review, but time worked against me in a particular nutty month, so here it is. It’s much the same as Beast Remains stylistically, but perhaps a bit more open and mushroom-fueled. The tasty stoner rock anthems are there like “Age of the Idiot” and the groovy, spacey title track, and both hit the doom rock sweet spot with big staying power. The Sabbathian grooves are present on “We Need Rock N’ Roll,” and the laid-back, lava lampy Kyuss vibe is found on “Seize the Day.” Then there are the straight-up ragers like the Queens of the Stone Age by way of Fireball Ministry “Never to Return” and the infectious, Thin Lizzy-meets Led Zeppelin guitar rock mania of “From the Inside Out” These guys know how to craft hooks that get deep in the skin and grow scar tissue and this is stoner rock at its most propulsive and catchy. Special note should be given to the righteous dream-rock of “Coming Home” and the wonderfully odd and hypnotic carnival weirdness on closer “Desert Song.” There’s so much great throwback 70s guitar work here, and this thing is great for road trips and easy summer brew-sipping sessions. Get yourself a Freedom Hawk!

Stratovarius – Survive

After a 7-year hiatus, I had pretty much moved Stratovarius into the “Dead” category in my brain files. I was very wrong, as they’ve come roaring back with a swirling maelstrom of classic Euro-power called Survive, and I’m quite impressed by it. The band sounds vital and reenergized, essentially picking up where they left off on 2015s Eternal but with the intensity dialed up a few clicks. The opening title track is a powerbomb and the classic Strato track. It could have appeared on golden-age platters like Destiny or Visions and it will rustle your jimmies with anthemic bombast and crunchy riffage. “Demand” and Frozen in Time” are more hammers for the power anvil, offering the classic Strato recipe full of hooks and guitar heroics. Even the relatively cheese-stuffed entries like “Firefly” and “Breakaway” work because the band is so adept at juggling the power and the puffery. Over their career, Stratovarius toyed with long-form compositions with mixed results, and mammoth closer “Voice of Thunder” is one of the bigger successes they’ve had, managing to keep you strapped in and engaged over its 11-plus minute voyage. Throughout it all, Timo Kotipelto’s voice sounds ageless, and Matias Kupiainen carpet-bombs the listener with big, driving riffs and stunning solos. Rumors of Stratovarius’ demise have been greatly exaggerated, and they show once more that they know how to Survive.

Inhuman Depravity – The Experimendead

Open a brutal death metal album with a sample from Re-Animator and you have me in your corner. Proceed to beat me into jelly for the following 34 minutes and you may never get rid of me. Istanbul-based Inhuman Depravity do both these things and much more over the course of their sophomore platter, The Experimendead. This is take-no-prisoners, done-fucking-around death metal with both fists in your teeth and it’s refreshing in its one-note brutality. With a sound akin to Cerebral Bore mixed with the nastiest of Cannibal Corpse, these folks come at you hard and offer no mercy. Songs like “Obsessed with the Mummified” and “Mescannibalismus” sound dopey as fook, but they’ll cut a bitch. This is the kind of album that feels like a relentless beatdown done by an industrial smashing machine. The tempo stays more or less the same and every shot hurts equally. No nuance, no experimentation, just the choice of violence over and over again. The guitar work isn’t flashy by the riffs have real hostility. The vocals by Lucy Ferra are impressively brutal and ugly. They lack variation but you won’t care much because of all the gloriously dumb pain. The Experimendead is not the best death album of the year but it is a brutal boot party worthy of attending. BYOB.

#2022 #DarkDivinity #FreedomHawk #InhumanDepravity #LabyrinthOfStars #Rotborn #Stratovarius #StuckInTheFilter

Stuck in the Filter – September’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

September’s Filter is extra late. It’s extra late for a wide array of reasons, not the least of which involved this sponge working long hours several weeks on end, the looming threat of list season, and a flu scare. But I refuse to let my “colleagues” sit idly by and skimp out on getting my Filter cleaned out. So, I chased them all over the AMG campus until they submitted—or suffered. Luckily for my compatriots, September’s Filter wasn’t so jam-packed with gunk that there was much to find in the first place, but we still dug up a few good chunks of mutton from the grates.

Eat up!1

TheKenWord’s Charred Choices

Rotborn – On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall

Brazilian newcomers Rotborn came to my attention thanks to someone on the Discord server, and Jørn knows I don’t remember who anymore. It doesn’t matter, because I’m taking all of the credit for this find. Debut slab of brutal deathgrind On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall should immediately recall the vicious venom of Skam with the skin-flaying relentlessness of Depravity. With extra-potent hits like “Moral Grudge,” “F.U.B.A.R.,” “The Stench of a New Era to Come,” and immense closer “The Void Eater,” Rotborn deliver crushing tunes determined to level cities across the world. The biggest problem is the album’s brevity—an issue exacerbated by the band’s somewhat generic riff-craft in the less grindy songs. Its extra-tight twenty-seven minutes is about five to seven minutes too short for me, making this record feel somewhat incomplete. Regardless, this is a promising debut and I’m excited to hear how Rotborn progress from here.

Dark Divinity – Unholy Rapture

Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand, Dark Divinity have toiled in deep obscurity since 2017. I have heard literally nobody speak of this chunky bit of melodic death metal, save for the dozen people who bought their debut record, Unholy Rapture, on Bandcamp. This is weird to me, seeing as how Dark Divinity kind of kick ass, with standout tracks “Subterfuge,” “Blood on the Altar,” “Left for Dead,” and “The Nothing” gnashing against my brain with rows upon rows of sharp teeth. There are some moments that feel decidedly weaker than others (“The Seer,” “Cadavers”), but even accounting for that, Unholy Rapture is chock full of cool riffs, infectious grooves, and a wide variety of approaches to the style. With some tightening up of, and just a touch more depth in, their mid-paced songs, I see a bright future ahead for Dark Divinity.

Crispy Hooligan’s Hooch

Labyrinth of Stars – Spectrum Xenomorph

Spectrum Xenomorph’s entire package serves to evoke the cosmic horror of Alien, from the HR Giger inspired album cover to subtext laden song titles (“Star Pervertor”) and lyrics (“Dissolving into the Eternal Nothingness”). The Blood Incantation-but deathcore sound crams layers of Starspawn horror into concise 3 minute structures. Unfortunately the Blood Incantation-but deathcore comparison has its own Timewave Zero analogue. Spectrum Xenomorph‘s closer, “Transmission Delta – Exile,” is a 12:40 ambient track that constitutes nearly 40% of the entire album runtime and adds absolutely nothing. When you strip it out, are the seven remaining tracks still an LP? I want to lean yes, but the nigh-EP ness of Spectrum Xenomorph kicked it down my promo queue this month. Nonetheless, Labyrinth of Stars’ vibe is so of the season that Spectrum Xenomorph has been in daily rotation. The Germans’ distress signals from deep space have been received. Contact has been made. A follow-up transmission has been requested.

Steel Druhm’s Infected Incisors

Freedom Hawk – Take All You Can

Back in 2018, I was knocked over by the uber-cool stoner doom rock stylings of Virginia’s Freedom Hawk and their Beast Remains album. Its smart, slick combination of classic Sabbath groove and swagger and Kyuss-esque desert rock was too easy to love, and love it I did and still do. In fact, I underrated that opus and feel some shame. Fast forward 4 years, and we get the follow-up, Take All You Can. I wanted to give it a proper review, but time worked against me in a particular nutty month, so here it is. It’s much the same as Beast Remains stylistically, but perhaps a bit more open and mushroom-fueled. The tasty stoner rock anthems are there like “Age of the Idiot” and the groovy, spacey title track, and both hit the doom rock sweet spot with big staying power. The Sabbathian grooves are present on “We Need Rock N’ Roll,” and the laid-back, lava lampy Kyuss vibe is found on “Seize the Day.” Then there are the straight-up ragers like the Queens of the Stone Age by way of Fireball Ministry “Never to Return” and the infectious, Thin Lizzy-meets Led Zeppelin guitar rock mania of “From the Inside Out” These guys know how to craft hooks that get deep in the skin and grow scar tissue and this is stoner rock at its most propulsive and catchy. Special note should be given to the righteous dream-rock of “Coming Home” and the wonderfully odd and hypnotic carnival weirdness on closer “Desert Song.” There’s so much great throwback 70s guitar work here, and this thing is great for road trips and easy summer brew-sipping sessions. Get yourself a Freedom Hawk!

Stratovarius – Survive

After a 7-year hiatus, I had pretty much moved Stratovarius into the “Dead” category in my brain files. I was very wrong, as they’ve come roaring back with a swirling maelstrom of classic Euro-power called Survive, and I’m quite impressed by it. The band sounds vital and reenergized, essentially picking up where they left off on 2015s Eternal but with the intensity dialed up a few clicks. The opening title track is a powerbomb and the classic Strato track. It could have appeared on golden-age platters like Destiny or Visions and it will rustle your jimmies with anthemic bombast and crunchy riffage. “Demand” and Frozen in Time” are more hammers for the power anvil, offering the classic Strato recipe full of hooks and guitar heroics. Even the relatively cheese-stuffed entries like “Firefly” and “Breakaway” work because the band is so adept at juggling the power and the puffery. Over their career, Stratovarius toyed with long-form compositions with mixed results, and mammoth closer “Voice of Thunder” is one of the bigger successes they’ve had, managing to keep you strapped in and engaged over its 11-plus minute voyage. Throughout it all, Timo Kotipelto’s voice sounds ageless, and Matias Kupiainen carpet-bombs the listener with big, driving riffs and stunning solos. Rumors of Stratovarius’ demise have been greatly exaggerated, and they show once more that they know how to Survive.

Inhuman Depravity – The Experimendead

Open a brutal death metal album with a sample from Re-Animator and you have me in your corner. Proceed to beat me into jelly for the following 34 minutes and you may never get rid of me. Istanbul-based Inhuman Depravity do both these things and much more over the course of their sophomore platter, The Experimendead. This is take-no-prisoners, done-fucking-around death metal with both fists in your teeth and it’s refreshing in its one-note brutality. With a sound akin to Cerebral Bore mixed with the nastiest of Cannibal Corpse, these folks come at you hard and offer no mercy. Songs like “Obsessed with the Mummified” and “Mescannibalismus” sound dopey as fook, but they’ll cut a bitch. This is the kind of album that feels like a relentless beatdown done by an industrial smashing machine. The tempo stays more or less the same and every shot hurts equally. No nuance, no experimentation, just the choice of violence over and over again. The guitar work isn’t flashy by the riffs have real hostility. The vocals by Lucy Ferra are impressively brutal and ugly. They lack variation but you won’t care much because of all the gloriously dumb pain. The Experimendead is not the best death album of the year but it is a brutal boot party worthy of attending. BYOB.

#2022 #DarkDivinity #FreedomHawk #InhumanDepravity #LabyrinthOfStars #Rotborn #Stratovarius #StuckInTheFilter

Stuck in the Filter – September’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

September’s Filter is extra late. It’s extra late for a wide array of reasons, not the least of which involved this sponge working long hours several weeks on end, the looming threat of list season, and a flu scare. But I refuse to let my “colleagues” sit idly by and skimp out on getting my Filter cleaned out. So, I chased them all over the AMG campus until they submitted—or suffered. Luckily for my compatriots, September’s Filter wasn’t so jam-packed with gunk that there was much to find in the first place, but we still dug up a few good chunks of mutton from the grates.

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TheKenWord’s Charred Choices

Rotborn – On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall

Brazilian newcomers Rotborn came to my attention thanks to someone on the Discord server, and Jørn knows I don’t remember who anymore. It doesn’t matter, because I’m taking all of the credit for this find. Debut slab of brutal deathgrind On the Perspective of an Imminent Downfall should immediately recall the vicious venom of Skam with the skin-flaying relentlessness of Depravity. With extra-potent hits like “Moral Grudge,” “F.U.B.A.R.,” “The Stench of a New Era to Come,” and immense closer “The Void Eater,” Rotborn deliver crushing tunes determined to level cities across the world. The biggest problem is the album’s brevity—an issue exacerbated by the band’s somewhat generic riff-craft in the less grindy songs. Its extra-tight twenty-seven minutes is about five to seven minutes too short for me, making this record feel somewhat incomplete. Regardless, this is a promising debut and I’m excited to hear how Rotborn progress from here.

Dark Divinity – Unholy Rapture

Hailing from Wellington, New Zealand, Dark Divinity have toiled in deep obscurity since 2017. I have heard literally nobody speak of this chunky bit of melodic death metal, save for the dozen people who bought their debut record, Unholy Rapture, on Bandcamp. This is weird to me, seeing as how Dark Divinity kind of kick ass, with standout tracks “Subterfuge,” “Blood on the Altar,” “Left for Dead,” and “The Nothing” gnashing against my brain with rows upon rows of sharp teeth. There are some moments that feel decidedly weaker than others (“The Seer,” “Cadavers”), but even accounting for that, Unholy Rapture is chock full of cool riffs, infectious grooves, and a wide variety of approaches to the style. With some tightening up of, and just a touch more depth in, their mid-paced songs, I see a bright future ahead for Dark Divinity.

Crispy Hooligan’s Hooch

Labyrinth of Stars – Spectrum Xenomorph

Spectrum Xenomorph’s entire package serves to evoke the cosmic horror of Alien, from the HR Giger inspired album cover to subtext laden song titles (“Star Pervertor”) and lyrics (“Dissolving into the Eternal Nothingness”). The Blood Incantation-but deathcore sound crams layers of Starspawn horror into concise 3 minute structures. Unfortunately the Blood Incantation-but deathcore comparison has its own Timewave Zero analogue. Spectrum Xenomorph‘s closer, “Transmission Delta – Exile,” is a 12:40 ambient track that constitutes nearly 40% of the entire album runtime and adds absolutely nothing. When you strip it out, are the seven remaining tracks still an LP? I want to lean yes, but the nigh-EP ness of Spectrum Xenomorph kicked it down my promo queue this month. Nonetheless, Labyrinth of Stars’ vibe is so of the season that Spectrum Xenomorph has been in daily rotation. The Germans’ distress signals from deep space have been received. Contact has been made. A follow-up transmission has been requested.

Steel Druhm’s Infected Incisors

Freedom Hawk – Take All You Can

Back in 2018, I was knocked over by the uber-cool stoner doom rock stylings of Virginia’s Freedom Hawk and their Beast Remains album. Its smart, slick combination of classic Sabbath groove and swagger and Kyuss-esque desert rock was too easy to love, and love it I did and still do. In fact, I underrated that opus and feel some shame. Fast forward 4 years, and we get the follow-up, Take All You Can. I wanted to give it a proper review, but time worked against me in a particular nutty month, so here it is. It’s much the same as Beast Remains stylistically, but perhaps a bit more open and mushroom-fueled. The tasty stoner rock anthems are there like “Age of the Idiot” and the groovy, spacey title track, and both hit the doom rock sweet spot with big staying power. The Sabbathian grooves are present on “We Need Rock N’ Roll,” and the laid-back, lava lampy Kyuss vibe is found on “Seize the Day.” Then there are the straight-up ragers like the Queens of the Stone Age by way of Fireball Ministry “Never to Return” and the infectious, Thin Lizzy-meets Led Zeppelin guitar rock mania of “From the Inside Out” These guys know how to craft hooks that get deep in the skin and grow scar tissue and this is stoner rock at its most propulsive and catchy. Special note should be given to the righteous dream-rock of “Coming Home” and the wonderfully odd and hypnotic carnival weirdness on closer “Desert Song.” There’s so much great throwback 70s guitar work here, and this thing is great for road trips and easy summer brew-sipping sessions. Get yourself a Freedom Hawk!

Stratovarius – Survive

After a 7-year hiatus, I had pretty much moved Stratovarius into the “Dead” category in my brain files. I was very wrong, as they’ve come roaring back with a swirling maelstrom of classic Euro-power called Survive, and I’m quite impressed by it. The band sounds vital and reenergized, essentially picking up where they left off on 2015s Eternal but with the intensity dialed up a few clicks. The opening title track is a powerbomb and the classic Strato track. It could have appeared on golden-age platters like Destiny or Visions and it will rustle your jimmies with anthemic bombast and crunchy riffage. “Demand” and Frozen in Time” are more hammers for the power anvil, offering the classic Strato recipe full of hooks and guitar heroics. Even the relatively cheese-stuffed entries like “Firefly” and “Breakaway” work because the band is so adept at juggling the power and the puffery. Over their career, Stratovarius toyed with long-form compositions with mixed results, and mammoth closer “Voice of Thunder” is one of the bigger successes they’ve had, managing to keep you strapped in and engaged over its 11-plus minute voyage. Throughout it all, Timo Kotipelto’s voice sounds ageless, and Matias Kupiainen carpet-bombs the listener with big, driving riffs and stunning solos. Rumors of Stratovarius’ demise have been greatly exaggerated, and they show once more that they know how to Survive.

Inhuman Depravity – The Experimendead

Open a brutal death metal album with a sample from Re-Animator and you have me in your corner. Proceed to beat me into jelly for the following 34 minutes and you may never get rid of me. Istanbul-based Inhuman Depravity do both these things and much more over the course of their sophomore platter, The Experimendead. This is take-no-prisoners, done-fucking-around death metal with both fists in your teeth and it’s refreshing in its one-note brutality. With a sound akin to Cerebral Bore mixed with the nastiest of Cannibal Corpse, these folks come at you hard and offer no mercy. Songs like “Obsessed with the Mummified” and “Mescannibalismus” sound dopey as fook, but they’ll cut a bitch. This is the kind of album that feels like a relentless beatdown done by an industrial smashing machine. The tempo stays more or less the same and every shot hurts equally. No nuance, no experimentation, just the choice of violence over and over again. The guitar work isn’t flashy by the riffs have real hostility. The vocals by Lucy Ferra are impressively brutal and ugly. They lack variation but you won’t care much because of all the gloriously dumb pain. The Experimendead is not the best death album of the year but it is a brutal boot party worthy of attending. BYOB.

#2022 #DarkDivinity #FreedomHawk #InhumanDepravity #LabyrinthOfStars #Rotborn #Stratovarius #StuckInTheFilter