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Pietra miliare ⭐ 👤 Gorguts 📈 36 👥 109.5K 🔗 Obscura 📅 11-12-1998 🏠 1998 (Olympic Recordings) #️⃣ Technicalprogressivedeathmetal Tue Mar 24 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0100 (Central European Standard Time) a cura di Francesco Nunziata #Ondarock #MusicianSky #MusicSky #Music
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Pietra miliare ⭐ 👤 Gorguts 📈 36 👥 109.5K 🔗 Obscura 📅 11-12-1998 🏠 1998 (Olympic Recordings) #️⃣ Technicalprogressivedeathmetal Tue Mar 24 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0100 (Central European Standard Time) a cura di Francesco Nunziata #Ondarock #MusicianSky #MusicSky #Music
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Pietra miliare ⭐ 👤 Gorguts 📈 36 👥 109.5K 🔗 Obscura 📅 11-12-1998 🏠 1998 (Olympic Recordings) #️⃣ Technicalprogressivedeathmetal Tue Mar 24 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0100 (Central European Standard Time) a cura di Francesco Nunziata #Ondarock #MusicianSky #MusicSky #Music
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Pietra miliare ⭐ 👤 Gorguts 📈 36 👥 109.5K 🔗 Obscura 📅 11-12-1998 🏠 1998 (Olympic Recordings) #️⃣ Technicalprogressivedeathmetal Tue Mar 24 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0100 (Central European Standard Time) a cura di Francesco Nunziata #Ondarock #MusicianSky #MusicSky #Music
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Pietra miliare ⭐ 👤 Gorguts 📈 36 👥 109.5K 🔗 Obscura 📅 11-12-1998 🏠 1998 (Olympic Recordings) #️⃣ Technicalprogressivedeathmetal Tue Mar 24 2026 00:00:00 GMT+0100 (Central European Standard Time) a cura di Francesco Nunziata #Ondarock #MusicianSky #MusicSky #Music
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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review
Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on…
#NewsBeep #News #Music #2025 #3.5 #AmericanMetal #AU #Australia #CattleDecapitation #DeathMetal #Entertainment #Gorguts #JobforaCowboy #NewGods #NewMasters #ProgressiveMetal #review #reviews #Revocation #TechnicalDeathMetal #TechnicalThrashMetal #ThrashMetal
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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review
Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on…
#NewsBeep #News #Music #2025 #3.5 #AmericanMetal #CA #Canada #CattleDecapitation #DeathMetal #Entertainment #Gorguts #JobforaCowboy #NewGods #NewMasters #ProgressiveMetal #review #reviews #Revocation #TechnicalDeathMetal #TechnicalThrashMetal #ThrashMetal
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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review
By Saunders
Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on an extended sabbatical, it’s time to step up as a long-term fanboy of Boston’s technical death-thrash juggernaut and put thoughts to their latest artistic endeavor, ninth LP, New Gods, New Masters. Mastermind Dave Davidson is joined by long-serving drummer Ash Pearson and newly minted members, Harry Lannon (guitars) and bassist Alex Weber, both seasoned underground musicians and hardly newbies to the extreme metal game. The other factor of interest is the addition of numerous guests, including Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation), Jonny Davy (Job for a Cowboy), lesser-known Israeli musician Gilad Hekselman, and Gorguts legend Luc Lemay. Is this a ploy of a band running low on ideas and seeking reinforcements, or a master stroke to add firepower to an already stacked arsenal?
Consistency has been a mainstay across Revocation’s now lengthy career. Occasional dips from the gold-plated standards of their unstoppable early to mid-career run notwithstanding, Revocation has never shit the bed or careened spectacularly off the rails. Nevertheless, nearing the twenty-year milestone since formation, the Angry Metal Guy’s Law of Diminishing Recordings™ looms ominously. Return to form Netherheaven brought a sharper focus and bloodstained atmosphere to the songwriting, delving deeper into Revocation’s deathly impulses with striking results. New Gods, New Masters stays on trend with recent efforts, charting a notably uglier, angrier route in comparison to their thrashier, playful early roots. Veering down increasingly gnarled and brutal spirals and weighing heavily into their deathly persona, New Gods, New Masters has serious fucking teeth, while failing to dull Revocation’s penchant for wildly inventive, technical material and progressive flourishes.
Rumbling into gear with gritty bass lines and thunderous drums, the opening title track ramps up tension before unfolding into a rugged, thrashy rager, complete with playful melodic break and typically mind-bending soloing. Cold and calculating, at its most beastly, New Gods, New Masters cuts an imposing figure, cranking heaviness to the max during the gritty, almost hardcore-leaning crunch of “Dystopian Vermin,” and venomous, blackened swarm of “Despiritualized.” Davidson’s vocals are at their most unhinged and anguished as the pair of gut-wrenching belters are further shaped by moody, unspooling solos, adding a touch of class and improv feel. Ginormous, lumbering grooves shake the core of “Confines of Infinity,” leaving a satisfyingly bruising punch, embellished by blistering blast sections, warp speed riffing, and killer guest spot by Travis Ryan. Featuring an impressively guttural Davy on guest vox, the awesomely and aptly titled “Cronenberged” is even better; its vicious, relentless intensity, mutated riffs, and authoritative rhythm section cut a brutal swathe into your scrambled brain. These are fine additions to Revocation’s stacked repertoire.
Standing out amongst its vocal counterparts, the brilliantly composed instrumental “The All Seeing” is a stunning piece. Pearson and Weber’s excellent combination and jittery, complex rhythms share the spotlight through a multifaceted, proggy journey, bolstered by intricate, groovy riffs and jazz-inspired soloing. Closer “Buried Epoch,” featuring Lemay, largely matches its weighty ambitions and song length, whipping blackened, death, thrash, tech, and prog ingredients into a pummeling, unpredictable, though largely cohesive epic. The new line-up doesn’t miss a beat, striking chemistry and maintaining Revocation’s trademark ear-popping technicality. Weber’s bass is afforded a chunky presence in the mix, lending melodic nuance and reinforced grunt to the album’s bleak, dystopian atmosphere, blunt force grooves, and brutal, uncompromising edge. The underrated Pearson puts in another exceptional performance behind the kit. Meanwhile, riff king Davidson and newcomer Lannon ensure Revocation’s axe-centric tech death-thrash arsenal and intricate, infectious riffcraft remains intact. Davidson’s corkscrewing, endlessly inventive solos feature soulful licks amidst bleaker tones, syncing with the album’s harsh, ominous atmosphere.
Injecting new blood into a familiar formula, New Gods, New Masters opens another shifting chapter for Revocation, though avoids spinning wheels. Marginally less consistent and compelling than Netherheaven, New Gods, New Masters nevertheless marks another fruitful return from Revocation. While it cannot quite match the band’s highest peaks, with songs falling more towards the very good rather than great range, New Gods, New Masters features the hallmarks of a grower. Initial reservations swiftly subsided, revealing another unique entry and exceptionally heavy, vitriolic burst of body slamming, thrashy tech death, catching songcraft and artful shredding.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 1411kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: revocation.bandcamp.com | revocationband.com | facebook.com/revocation
Releases Worldwide: September 26th, 2025#2025 #35 #AmericanMetal #CattleDecapitation #DeathMetal #Gorguts #JobForACowboy #NewGods #NewMasters #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #Revocation #TechnicalDeathMetal #TechnicalThrashMetal #ThrashMetal
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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review
By Saunders
Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on an extended sabbatical, it’s time to step up as a long-term fanboy of Boston’s technical death-thrash juggernaut and put thoughts to their latest artistic endeavor, ninth LP, New Gods, New Masters. Mastermind Dave Davidson is joined by long-serving drummer Ash Pearson and newly minted members, Harry Lannon (guitars) and bassist Alex Weber, both seasoned underground musicians and hardly newbies to the extreme metal game. The other factor of interest is the addition of numerous guests, including Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation), Jonny Davy (Job for a Cowboy), lesser-known Israeli musician Gilad Hekselman, and Gorguts legend Luc Lemay. Is this a ploy of a band running low on ideas and seeking reinforcements, or a master stroke to add firepower to an already stacked arsenal?
Consistency has been a mainstay across Revocation’s now lengthy career. Occasional dips from the gold-plated standards of their unstoppable early to mid-career run notwithstanding, Revocation has never shit the bed or careened spectacularly off the rails. Nevertheless, nearing the twenty-year milestone since formation, the Angry Metal Guy’s Law of Diminishing Recordings™ looms ominously. Return to form Netherheaven brought a sharper focus and bloodstained atmosphere to the songwriting, delving deeper into Revocation’s deathly impulses with striking results. New Gods, New Masters stays on trend with recent efforts, charting a notably uglier, angrier route in comparison to their thrashier, playful early roots. Veering down increasingly gnarled and brutal spirals and weighing heavily into their deathly persona, New Gods, New Masters has serious fucking teeth, while failing to dull Revocation’s penchant for wildly inventive, technical material and progressive flourishes.
Rumbling into gear with gritty bass lines and thunderous drums, the opening title track ramps up tension before unfolding into a rugged, thrashy rager, complete with playful melodic break and typically mind-bending soloing. Cold and calculating, at its most beastly, New Gods, New Masters cuts an imposing figure, cranking heaviness to the max during the gritty, almost hardcore-leaning crunch of “Dystopian Vermin,” and venomous, blackened swarm of “Despiritualized.” Davidson’s vocals are at their most unhinged and anguished as the pair of gut-wrenching belters are further shaped by moody, unspooling solos, adding a touch of class and improv feel. Ginormous, lumbering grooves shake the core of “Confines of Infinity,” leaving a satisfyingly bruising punch, embellished by blistering blast sections, warp speed riffing, and killer guest spot by Travis Ryan. Featuring an impressively guttural Davy on guest vox, the awesomely and aptly titled “Cronenberged” is even better; its vicious, relentless intensity, mutated riffs, and authoritative rhythm section cut a brutal swathe into your scrambled brain. These are fine additions to Revocation’s stacked repertoire.
Standing out amongst its vocal counterparts, the brilliantly composed instrumental “The All Seeing” is a stunning piece. Pearson and Weber’s excellent combination and jittery, complex rhythms share the spotlight through a multifaceted, proggy journey, bolstered by intricate, groovy riffs and jazz-inspired soloing. Closer “Buried Epoch,” featuring Lemay, largely matches its weighty ambitions and song length, whipping blackened, death, thrash, tech, and prog ingredients into a pummeling, unpredictable, though largely cohesive epic. The new line-up doesn’t miss a beat, striking chemistry and maintaining Revocation’s trademark ear-popping technicality. Weber’s bass is afforded a chunky presence in the mix, lending melodic nuance and reinforced grunt to the album’s bleak, dystopian atmosphere, blunt force grooves, and brutal, uncompromising edge. The underrated Pearson puts in another exceptional performance behind the kit. Meanwhile, riff king Davidson and newcomer Lannon ensure Revocation’s axe-centric tech death-thrash arsenal and intricate, infectious riffcraft remains intact. Davidson’s corkscrewing, endlessly inventive solos feature soulful licks amidst bleaker tones, syncing with the album’s harsh, ominous atmosphere.
Injecting new blood into a familiar formula, New Gods, New Masters opens another shifting chapter for Revocation, though avoids spinning wheels. Marginally less consistent and compelling than Netherheaven, New Gods, New Masters nevertheless marks another fruitful return from Revocation. While it cannot quite match the band’s highest peaks, with songs falling more towards the very good rather than great range, New Gods, New Masters features the hallmarks of a grower. Initial reservations swiftly subsided, revealing another unique entry and exceptionally heavy, vitriolic burst of body slamming, thrashy tech death, catching songcraft and artful shredding.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 1411kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: revocation.bandcamp.com | revocationband.com | facebook.com/revocation
Releases Worldwide: September 26th, 2025#2025 #35 #AmericanMetal #CattleDecapitation #DeathMetal #Gorguts #JobForACowboy #NewGods #NewMasters #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #Revocation #TechnicalDeathMetal #TechnicalThrashMetal #ThrashMetal
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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review
By Saunders
Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on an extended sabbatical, it’s time to step up as a long-term fanboy of Boston’s technical death-thrash juggernaut and put thoughts to their latest artistic endeavor, ninth LP, New Gods, New Masters. Mastermind Dave Davidson is joined by long-serving drummer Ash Pearson and newly minted members, Harry Lannon (guitars) and bassist Alex Weber, both seasoned underground musicians and hardly newbies to the extreme metal game. The other factor of interest is the addition of numerous guests, including Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation), Jonny Davy (Job for a Cowboy), lesser-known Israeli musician Gilad Hekselman, and Gorguts legend Luc Lemay. Is this a ploy of a band running low on ideas and seeking reinforcements, or a master stroke to add firepower to an already stacked arsenal?
Consistency has been a mainstay across Revocation’s now lengthy career. Occasional dips from the gold-plated standards of their unstoppable early to mid-career run notwithstanding, Revocation has never shit the bed or careened spectacularly off the rails. Nevertheless, nearing the twenty-year milestone since formation, the Angry Metal Guy’s Law of Diminishing Recordings™ looms ominously. Return to form Netherheaven brought a sharper focus and bloodstained atmosphere to the songwriting, delving deeper into Revocation’s deathly impulses with striking results. New Gods, New Masters stays on trend with recent efforts, charting a notably uglier, angrier route in comparison to their thrashier, playful early roots. Veering down increasingly gnarled and brutal spirals and weighing heavily into their deathly persona, New Gods, New Masters has serious fucking teeth, while failing to dull Revocation’s penchant for wildly inventive, technical material and progressive flourishes.
Rumbling into gear with gritty bass lines and thunderous drums, the opening title track ramps up tension before unfolding into a rugged, thrashy rager, complete with playful melodic break and typically mind-bending soloing. Cold and calculating, at its most beastly, New Gods, New Masters cuts an imposing figure, cranking heaviness to the max during the gritty, almost hardcore-leaning crunch of “Dystopian Vermin,” and venomous, blackened swarm of “Despiritualized.” Davidson’s vocals are at their most unhinged and anguished as the pair of gut-wrenching belters are further shaped by moody, unspooling solos, adding a touch of class and improv feel. Ginormous, lumbering grooves shake the core of “Confines of Infinity,” leaving a satisfyingly bruising punch, embellished by blistering blast sections, warp speed riffing, and killer guest spot by Travis Ryan. Featuring an impressively guttural Davy on guest vox, the awesomely and aptly titled “Cronenberged” is even better; its vicious, relentless intensity, mutated riffs, and authoritative rhythm section cut a brutal swathe into your scrambled brain. These are fine additions to Revocation’s stacked repertoire.
Standing out amongst its vocal counterparts, the brilliantly composed instrumental “The All Seeing” is a stunning piece. Pearson and Weber’s excellent combination and jittery, complex rhythms share the spotlight through a multifaceted, proggy journey, bolstered by intricate, groovy riffs and jazz-inspired soloing. Closer “Buried Epoch,” featuring Lemay, largely matches its weighty ambitions and song length, whipping blackened, death, thrash, tech, and prog ingredients into a pummeling, unpredictable, though largely cohesive epic. The new line-up doesn’t miss a beat, striking chemistry and maintaining Revocation’s trademark ear-popping technicality. Weber’s bass is afforded a chunky presence in the mix, lending melodic nuance and reinforced grunt to the album’s bleak, dystopian atmosphere, blunt force grooves, and brutal, uncompromising edge. The underrated Pearson puts in another exceptional performance behind the kit. Meanwhile, riff king Davidson and newcomer Lannon ensure Revocation’s axe-centric tech death-thrash arsenal and intricate, infectious riffcraft remains intact. Davidson’s corkscrewing, endlessly inventive solos feature soulful licks amidst bleaker tones, syncing with the album’s harsh, ominous atmosphere.
Injecting new blood into a familiar formula, New Gods, New Masters opens another shifting chapter for Revocation, though avoids spinning wheels. Marginally less consistent and compelling than Netherheaven, New Gods, New Masters nevertheless marks another fruitful return from Revocation. While it cannot quite match the band’s highest peaks, with songs falling more towards the very good rather than great range, New Gods, New Masters features the hallmarks of a grower. Initial reservations swiftly subsided, revealing another unique entry and exceptionally heavy, vitriolic burst of body slamming, thrashy tech death, catching songcraft and artful shredding.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 1411kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: revocation.bandcamp.com | revocationband.com | facebook.com/revocation
Releases Worldwide: September 26th, 2025#2025 #35 #AmericanMetal #CattleDecapitation #DeathMetal #Gorguts #JobForACowboy #NewGods #NewMasters #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #Revocation #TechnicalDeathMetal #TechnicalThrashMetal #ThrashMetal
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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review
By Saunders
Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on an extended sabbatical, it’s time to step up as a long-term fanboy of Boston’s technical death-thrash juggernaut and put thoughts to their latest artistic endeavor, ninth LP, New Gods, New Masters. Mastermind Dave Davidson is joined by long-serving drummer Ash Pearson and newly minted members, Harry Lannon (guitars) and bassist Alex Weber, both seasoned underground musicians and hardly newbies to the extreme metal game. The other factor of interest is the addition of numerous guests, including Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation), Jonny Davy (Job for a Cowboy), lesser-known Israeli musician Gilad Hekselman, and Gorguts legend Luc Lemay. Is this a ploy of a band running low on ideas and seeking reinforcements, or a master stroke to add firepower to an already stacked arsenal?
Consistency has been a mainstay across Revocation’s now lengthy career. Occasional dips from the gold-plated standards of their unstoppable early to mid-career run notwithstanding, Revocation has never shit the bed or careened spectacularly off the rails. Nevertheless, nearing the twenty-year milestone since formation, the Angry Metal Guy’s Law of Diminishing Recordings™ looms ominously. Return to form Netherheaven brought a sharper focus and bloodstained atmosphere to the songwriting, delving deeper into Revocation’s deathly impulses with striking results. New Gods, New Masters stays on trend with recent efforts, charting a notably uglier, angrier route in comparison to their thrashier, playful early roots. Veering down increasingly gnarled and brutal spirals and weighing heavily into their deathly persona, New Gods, New Masters has serious fucking teeth, while failing to dull Revocation’s penchant for wildly inventive, technical material and progressive flourishes.
Rumbling into gear with gritty bass lines and thunderous drums, the opening title track ramps up tension before unfolding into a rugged, thrashy rager, complete with playful melodic break and typically mind-bending soloing. Cold and calculating, at its most beastly, New Gods, New Masters cuts an imposing figure, cranking heaviness to the max during the gritty, almost hardcore-leaning crunch of “Dystopian Vermin,” and venomous, blackened swarm of “Despiritualized.” Davidson’s vocals are at their most unhinged and anguished as the pair of gut-wrenching belters are further shaped by moody, unspooling solos, adding a touch of class and improv feel. Ginormous, lumbering grooves shake the core of “Confines of Infinity,” leaving a satisfyingly bruising punch, embellished by blistering blast sections, warp speed riffing, and killer guest spot by Travis Ryan. Featuring an impressively guttural Davy on guest vox, the awesomely and aptly titled “Cronenberged” is even better; its vicious, relentless intensity, mutated riffs, and authoritative rhythm section cut a brutal swathe into your scrambled brain. These are fine additions to Revocation’s stacked repertoire.
Standing out amongst its vocal counterparts, the brilliantly composed instrumental “The All Seeing” is a stunning piece. Pearson and Weber’s excellent combination and jittery, complex rhythms share the spotlight through a multifaceted, proggy journey, bolstered by intricate, groovy riffs and jazz-inspired soloing. Closer “Buried Epoch,” featuring Lemay, largely matches its weighty ambitions and song length, whipping blackened, death, thrash, tech, and prog ingredients into a pummeling, unpredictable, though largely cohesive epic. The new line-up doesn’t miss a beat, striking chemistry and maintaining Revocation’s trademark ear-popping technicality. Weber’s bass is afforded a chunky presence in the mix, lending melodic nuance and reinforced grunt to the album’s bleak, dystopian atmosphere, blunt force grooves, and brutal, uncompromising edge. The underrated Pearson puts in another exceptional performance behind the kit. Meanwhile, riff king Davidson and newcomer Lannon ensure Revocation’s axe-centric tech death-thrash arsenal and intricate, infectious riffcraft remains intact. Davidson’s corkscrewing, endlessly inventive solos feature soulful licks amidst bleaker tones, syncing with the album’s harsh, ominous atmosphere.
Injecting new blood into a familiar formula, New Gods, New Masters opens another shifting chapter for Revocation, though avoids spinning wheels. Marginally less consistent and compelling than Netherheaven, New Gods, New Masters nevertheless marks another fruitful return from Revocation. While it cannot quite match the band’s highest peaks, with songs falling more towards the very good rather than great range, New Gods, New Masters features the hallmarks of a grower. Initial reservations swiftly subsided, revealing another unique entry and exceptionally heavy, vitriolic burst of body slamming, thrashy tech death, catching songcraft and artful shredding.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 1411kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: revocation.bandcamp.com | revocationband.com | facebook.com/revocation
Releases Worldwide: September 26th, 2025#2025 #35 #AmericanMetal #CattleDecapitation #DeathMetal #Gorguts #JobForACowboy #NewGods #NewMasters #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #Revocation #TechnicalDeathMetal #TechnicalThrashMetal #ThrashMetal
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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review
By Saunders
Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on an extended sabbatical, it’s time to step up as a long-term fanboy of Boston’s technical death-thrash juggernaut and put thoughts to their latest artistic endeavor, ninth LP, New Gods, New Masters. Mastermind Dave Davidson is joined by long-serving drummer Ash Pearson and newly minted members, Harry Lannon (guitars) and bassist Alex Weber, both seasoned underground musicians and hardly newbies to the extreme metal game. The other factor of interest is the addition of numerous guests, including Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation), Jonny Davy (Job for a Cowboy), lesser-known Israeli musician Gilad Hekselman, and Gorguts legend Luc Lemay. Is this a ploy of a band running low on ideas and seeking reinforcements, or a master stroke to add firepower to an already stacked arsenal?
Consistency has been a mainstay across Revocation’s now lengthy career. Occasional dips from the gold-plated standards of their unstoppable early to mid-career run notwithstanding, Revocation has never shit the bed or careened spectacularly off the rails. Nevertheless, nearing the twenty-year milestone since formation, the Angry Metal Guy’s Law of Diminishing Recordings™ looms ominously. Return to form Netherheaven brought a sharper focus and bloodstained atmosphere to the songwriting, delving deeper into Revocation’s deathly impulses with striking results. New Gods, New Masters stays on trend with recent efforts, charting a notably uglier, angrier route in comparison to their thrashier, playful early roots. Veering down increasingly gnarled and brutal spirals and weighing heavily into their deathly persona, New Gods, New Masters has serious fucking teeth, while failing to dull Revocation’s penchant for wildly inventive, technical material and progressive flourishes.
Rumbling into gear with gritty bass lines and thunderous drums, the opening title track ramps up tension before unfolding into a rugged, thrashy rager, complete with playful melodic break and typically mind-bending soloing. Cold and calculating, at its most beastly, New Gods, New Masters cuts an imposing figure, cranking heaviness to the max during the gritty, almost hardcore-leaning crunch of “Dystopian Vermin,” and venomous, blackened swarm of “Despiritualized.” Davidson’s vocals are at their most unhinged and anguished as the pair of gut-wrenching belters are further shaped by moody, unspooling solos, adding a touch of class and improv feel. Ginormous, lumbering grooves shake the core of “Confines of Infinity,” leaving a satisfyingly bruising punch, embellished by blistering blast sections, warp speed riffing, and killer guest spot by Travis Ryan. Featuring an impressively guttural Davy on guest vox, the awesomely and aptly titled “Cronenberged” is even better; its vicious, relentless intensity, mutated riffs, and authoritative rhythm section cut a brutal swathe into your scrambled brain. These are fine additions to Revocation’s stacked repertoire.
Standing out amongst its vocal counterparts, the brilliantly composed instrumental “The All Seeing” is a stunning piece. Pearson and Weber’s excellent combination and jittery, complex rhythms share the spotlight through a multifaceted, proggy journey, bolstered by intricate, groovy riffs and jazz-inspired soloing. Closer “Buried Epoch,” featuring Lemay, largely matches its weighty ambitions and song length, whipping blackened, death, thrash, tech, and prog ingredients into a pummeling, unpredictable, though largely cohesive epic. The new line-up doesn’t miss a beat, striking chemistry and maintaining Revocation’s trademark ear-popping technicality. Weber’s bass is afforded a chunky presence in the mix, lending melodic nuance and reinforced grunt to the album’s bleak, dystopian atmosphere, blunt force grooves, and brutal, uncompromising edge. The underrated Pearson puts in another exceptional performance behind the kit. Meanwhile, riff king Davidson and newcomer Lannon ensure Revocation’s axe-centric tech death-thrash arsenal and intricate, infectious riffcraft remains intact. Davidson’s corkscrewing, endlessly inventive solos feature soulful licks amidst bleaker tones, syncing with the album’s harsh, ominous atmosphere.
Injecting new blood into a familiar formula, New Gods, New Masters opens another shifting chapter for Revocation, though avoids spinning wheels. Marginally less consistent and compelling than Netherheaven, New Gods, New Masters nevertheless marks another fruitful return from Revocation. While it cannot quite match the band’s highest peaks, with songs falling more towards the very good rather than great range, New Gods, New Masters features the hallmarks of a grower. Initial reservations swiftly subsided, revealing another unique entry and exceptionally heavy, vitriolic burst of body slamming, thrashy tech death, catching songcraft and artful shredding.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 1411kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: revocation.bandcamp.com | revocationband.com | facebook.com/revocation
Releases Worldwide: September 26th, 2025#2025 #35 #AmericanMetal #CattleDecapitation #DeathMetal #Gorguts #JobForACowboy #NewGods #NewMasters #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #Revocation #TechnicalDeathMetal #TechnicalThrashMetal #ThrashMetal
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Death to All announce Fall 2025 North American tour w/ Gorguts & Phobophilic:
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Death to All announce Fall 2025 North American tour w/ Gorguts & Phobophilic:
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Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review
By Owlswald
Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.
Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.
Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.
For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.
Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.
Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate
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Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review
By Owlswald
Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.
Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.
Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.
For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.
Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.
Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate
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Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review
By Owlswald
Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.
Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.
Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.
For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.
Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.
Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate
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Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review
By Owlswald
Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.
Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.
Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.
For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.
Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.
Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate
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Sarcophagum – The Grand Arc of Madness
By Alekhines Gun
Side projects are a staple in all genres of music, and metal is no exception. Some projects are used to explore new ideas that would be out of place in a musician’s main outfit (Spectral Voice), with others to express themselves in a more individualized setting (Corpsegrinder). But what if members of a band decided they could do the same thing as their old and current outfit, but better? Enter Sarcophagum. Created by current and past members of Golgothan Remains, this Sydney Australia studio project wasted no time crafting a debut EP in 2022 and released a stand-alone single just last year. Now, they stand poised to deliver their first full-length, The Grand Arc of Madness. Does this side project deserve to leave the shadow of its predecessors?
Sarcophagum play a brand of treble-heavy death metal which focuses on overwhelming the listener with hypnotic heft rather than brute force. While the previously reviewed Golgothan Remains outings channel a brand of Ulcerate by way of caveman intensity and bludgeoning, Sarcophagum distinguish themselves by toning down the raw attack into something more akin to the engorged tonal clusters of Suffering Hour. Throw in just a hint of Gorguts skronk for ugly atmosphere, and you have a sound that teeters from the enchanting to the repugnant. This slightly cleaner presentation allows the band to alternate between straightforward tension-laced chug fests in “Ritual Pillars Burn” to atmospheric, sustained progressions in “Vermiform.” Across four songs and 34 minutes, The Grand Arc of Madness attempts to concoct a menacing atmosphere where moments of stark beauty are set apart by the discomfort of jarring time signature shifts and melodies collapsing into clashing, overlapping heaps of noise.
The man who makes this all work is the drummer and star of the album, Robin. His drumming style is Sarcophagum’s secret sauce, using a mastery of cymbal-only fills, well-timed double bass drills, and the ability to pull back or fill the empty space. This couples nicely with axe-men Matt and Adam’s use of repetition and looping riffs, allowing a constant yin and yang of sound. “Feudal Futures” exemplifies this formula, with Robin going berserk over his kit when the guitars are at their emptiest, and switching to the most basic of beats when the melodies cut loose. With prolonged tremolos ebbing into self-titled era Krallice melodies one minute and collapsing into piercing, distortion-laced feedback the next, The Grand Arc of Madness is an album of perpetual contrast.
The only two blemishes on The Grand Arc of Madness go hand in hand with one another: too much repetition and too much cleanliness. Closing title track “The Grand Arc of Madness” clocks in at a gargantuan 15 minutes, with no less than three separate spots which sound like great endings, only to have the band launch into yet another needlessly extended groove. All four songs suffer from this crutch, with haunting, enjoyable riffs that continue to carousel the listener around while Robin does his best to keep things interesting and fresh. This wouldn’t be so bad, except that Sarcophagum chose to polish away the dirt and grit of their grimier EP in favor of a production so clean that it lays the droning nature of the longer passages bare. Acts like Paysage D’hiver and Ulcerate have shown that repetition can make for a powerful atmosphere, but the tones must serve to help that atmosphere, rather than expose the bare bones of the songwriting. In the end, the album limps rather than strides to a finish, with no amount of drum heroics able to distract from the overly saccharine tones and deja-vu nature of the riffs as a whole.
I can’t recommend Sarcophagum as superior to its entity of origin, but there is certainly promise here. When The Grand Arc of Madness is firing on all cylinders, it’s a treat to listen to, making disso-death as approachable as it can be without losing the genre’s sense of tension and fright. Tightening up the songwriting and bringing back some of the muck of their earlier releases will go far in helping them hone a sound that stands apart from their mother band. Still, if you’re already counting down the years until the follow-up to Cutting the Throat of God, you would do well to give this a spin and keep an eye out for growth from a promising studio act.
Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: nuclearwinterrecords.com/shop
Websites: sarcophagum.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/sarcophagumband
Releases Worldwide: December 6th, 2024#25 #2024 #AustralianMetal #DeathMetal #Dec06 #DissonantDeathMetal #GolgothanRemains #Gorguts #Krallice #NuclearWinterRecords #PaysageDHiver #Review #Reviews #Sarcophagum #SufferingHour #TheGrandArcOfMadness #Ulcerate
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Sarcophagum – The Grand Arc of Madness
By Alekhines Gun
Side projects are a staple in all genres of music, and metal is no exception. Some projects are used to explore new ideas that would be out of place in a musician’s main outfit (Spectral Voice), with others to express themselves in a more individualized setting (Corpsegrinder). But what if members of a band decided they could do the same thing as their old and current outfit, but better? Enter Sarcophagum. Created by current and past members of Golgothan Remains, this Sydney Australia studio project wasted no time crafting a debut EP in 2022 and released a stand-alone single just last year. Now, they stand poised to deliver their first full-length, The Grand Arc of Madness. Does this side project deserve to leave the shadow of its predecessors?
Sarcophagum play a brand of treble-heavy death metal which focuses on overwhelming the listener with hypnotic heft rather than brute force. While the previously reviewed Golgothan Remains outings channel a brand of Ulcerate by way of caveman intensity and bludgeoning, Sarcophagum distinguish themselves by toning down the raw attack into something more akin to the engorged tonal clusters of Suffering Hour. Throw in just a hint of Gorguts skronk for ugly atmosphere, and you have a sound that teeters from the enchanting to the repugnant. This slightly cleaner presentation allows the band to alternate between straightforward tension-laced chug fests in “Ritual Pillars Burn” to atmospheric, sustained progressions in “Vermiform.” Across four songs and 34 minutes, The Grand Arc of Madness attempts to concoct a menacing atmosphere where moments of stark beauty are set apart by the discomfort of jarring time signature shifts and melodies collapsing into clashing, overlapping heaps of noise.
The man who makes this all work is the drummer and star of the album, Robin. His drumming style is Sarcophagum’s secret sauce, using a mastery of cymbal-only fills, well-timed double bass drills, and the ability to pull back or fill the empty space. This couples nicely with axe-men Matt and Adam’s use of repetition and looping riffs, allowing a constant yin and yang of sound. “Feudal Futures” exemplifies this formula, with Robin going berserk over his kit when the guitars are at their emptiest, and switching to the most basic of beats when the melodies cut loose. With prolonged tremolos ebbing into self-titled era Krallice melodies one minute and collapsing into piercing, distortion-laced feedback the next, The Grand Arc of Madness is an album of perpetual contrast.
The only two blemishes on The Grand Arc of Madness go hand in hand with one another: too much repetition and too much cleanliness. Closing title track “The Grand Arc of Madness” clocks in at a gargantuan 15 minutes, with no less than three separate spots which sound like great endings, only to have the band launch into yet another needlessly extended groove. All four songs suffer from this crutch, with haunting, enjoyable riffs that continue to carousel the listener around while Robin does his best to keep things interesting and fresh. This wouldn’t be so bad, except that Sarcophagum chose to polish away the dirt and grit of their grimier EP in favor of a production so clean that it lays the droning nature of the longer passages bare. Acts like Paysage D’hiver and Ulcerate have shown that repetition can make for a powerful atmosphere, but the tones must serve to help that atmosphere, rather than expose the bare bones of the songwriting. In the end, the album limps rather than strides to a finish, with no amount of drum heroics able to distract from the overly saccharine tones and deja-vu nature of the riffs as a whole.
I can’t recommend Sarcophagum as superior to its entity of origin, but there is certainly promise here. When The Grand Arc of Madness is firing on all cylinders, it’s a treat to listen to, making disso-death as approachable as it can be without losing the genre’s sense of tension and fright. Tightening up the songwriting and bringing back some of the muck of their earlier releases will go far in helping them hone a sound that stands apart from their mother band. Still, if you’re already counting down the years until the follow-up to Cutting the Throat of God, you would do well to give this a spin and keep an eye out for growth from a promising studio act.
Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: nuclearwinterrecords.com/shop
Websites: sarcophagum.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/sarcophagumband
Releases Worldwide: December 6th, 2024#25 #2024 #AustralianMetal #DeathMetal #Dec06 #DissonantDeathMetal #GolgothanRemains #Gorguts #Krallice #NuclearWinterRecords #PaysageDHiver #Review #Reviews #Sarcophagum #SufferingHour #TheGrandArcOfMadness #Ulcerate
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Sarcophagum – The Grand Arc of Madness
By Alekhines Gun
Side projects are a staple in all genres of music, and metal is no exception. Some projects are used to explore new ideas that would be out of place in a musician’s main outfit (Spectral Voice), with others to express themselves in a more individualized setting (Corpsegrinder). But what if members of a band decided they could do the same thing as their old and current outfit, but better? Enter Sarcophagum. Created by current and past members of Golgothan Remains, this Sydney Australia studio project wasted no time crafting a debut EP in 2022 and released a stand-alone single just last year. Now, they stand poised to deliver their first full-length, The Grand Arc of Madness. Does this side project deserve to leave the shadow of its predecessors?
Sarcophagum play a brand of treble-heavy death metal which focuses on overwhelming the listener with hypnotic heft rather than brute force. While the previously reviewed Golgothan Remains outings channel a brand of Ulcerate by way of caveman intensity and bludgeoning, Sarcophagum distinguish themselves by toning down the raw attack into something more akin to the engorged tonal clusters of Suffering Hour. Throw in just a hint of Gorguts skronk for ugly atmosphere, and you have a sound that teeters from the enchanting to the repugnant. This slightly cleaner presentation allows the band to alternate between straightforward tension-laced chug fests in “Ritual Pillars Burn” to atmospheric, sustained progressions in “Vermiform.” Across four songs and 34 minutes, The Grand Arc of Madness attempts to concoct a menacing atmosphere where moments of stark beauty are set apart by the discomfort of jarring time signature shifts and melodies collapsing into clashing, overlapping heaps of noise.
The man who makes this all work is the drummer and star of the album, Robin. His drumming style is Sarcophagum’s secret sauce, using a mastery of cymbal-only fills, well-timed double bass drills, and the ability to pull back or fill the empty space. This couples nicely with axe-men Matt and Adam’s use of repetition and looping riffs, allowing a constant yin and yang of sound. “Feudal Futures” exemplifies this formula, with Robin going berserk over his kit when the guitars are at their emptiest, and switching to the most basic of beats when the melodies cut loose. With prolonged tremolos ebbing into self-titled era Krallice melodies one minute and collapsing into piercing, distortion-laced feedback the next, The Grand Arc of Madness is an album of perpetual contrast.
The only two blemishes on The Grand Arc of Madness go hand in hand with one another: too much repetition and too much cleanliness. Closing title track “The Grand Arc of Madness” clocks in at a gargantuan 15 minutes, with no less than three separate spots which sound like great endings, only to have the band launch into yet another needlessly extended groove. All four songs suffer from this crutch, with haunting, enjoyable riffs that continue to carousel the listener around while Robin does his best to keep things interesting and fresh. This wouldn’t be so bad, except that Sarcophagum chose to polish away the dirt and grit of their grimier EP in favor of a production so clean that it lays the droning nature of the longer passages bare. Acts like Paysage D’hiver and Ulcerate have shown that repetition can make for a powerful atmosphere, but the tones must serve to help that atmosphere, rather than expose the bare bones of the songwriting. In the end, the album limps rather than strides to a finish, with no amount of drum heroics able to distract from the overly saccharine tones and deja-vu nature of the riffs as a whole.
I can’t recommend Sarcophagum as superior to its entity of origin, but there is certainly promise here. When The Grand Arc of Madness is firing on all cylinders, it’s a treat to listen to, making disso-death as approachable as it can be without losing the genre’s sense of tension and fright. Tightening up the songwriting and bringing back some of the muck of their earlier releases will go far in helping them hone a sound that stands apart from their mother band. Still, if you’re already counting down the years until the follow-up to Cutting the Throat of God, you would do well to give this a spin and keep an eye out for growth from a promising studio act.
Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: nuclearwinterrecords.com/shop
Websites: sarcophagum.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/sarcophagumband
Releases Worldwide: December 6th, 2024#25 #2024 #AustralianMetal #DeathMetal #Dec06 #DissonantDeathMetal #GolgothanRemains #Gorguts #Krallice #NuclearWinterRecords #PaysageDHiver #Review #Reviews #Sarcophagum #SufferingHour #TheGrandArcOfMadness #Ulcerate
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By Dolphin Whisperer
Stretched, stuck, snapped—Pyrrhon has spent much of the past few years living, trudging the way many do in their 30s. It’s not that life becomes untenable in the twists and turns about which time inevitably navigates, but that reality grows a face, a scent, a terror that swells as its layers develop and crust and encapsulate. Uncertainty and anxiety weigh heavy in the heart, and, no doubt, after releasing 2020’s Abscess Time, which they couldn’t support on the road, the ever-reaching cast of Pyrrhon hit a wall. Time passed, and pressure grew. So to escape the grind with grind, to combat the noise with noise, to face life with death metal, Pyrrhon holed up in the woods to create (lightly ‘shroomed) again—not to Exhaust, but to explore and explode.
A dry skronk persists through Exhaust in a manner that both befits Pyrrhon’s past and eschews elements of the established Pyrrhon sound. Modern classic What Passes for Survival and noise rock breakaway Abscess Time both found a bounce in guitarist Dylan DiLella’s manic string flips and vocalist Doug Moore’s echoing, encompassing howls. Exhaust, stripped by the intensity of its frustration, instead sees simpler, chunkier riffs dissolve and digest more easily into incessant snare guidance, with Pyrrhon finding a grooving, hardcore shuffle that owes its tangible hooks to the world of ancient Prong or Deadguy (“The Greatest City on Earth,” “Strange Pains,” “Luck of the Draw”). Pyrrhon hasn’t become accessible though—consonance incompatible whammy excursions (“The Greatest…”), psychedelic narratives (“Out of Gas”), and escalating, shrill recursions (“Strange Pains,” “Stress Fractures”) ensure otherwise. But they all build a feel relatable against the sense of mid-life dread that Exhaust embodies.
The lyrics that have always been Pyrrhon’s gravity come to focus in a manner that rings in the ear without the constant need for subtitles. Though Moore still possesses a demonic bleating, its power remains reserved for impactful moments like the grinding acceleration of “First as Tragedy, Then as Farce” and the closing quasi-slam of “Hell Medicine.” Spitting and sneering, Moore delivers higher clarity barked beats of plain-faced, pain-laced poetry detailing with little opacity existential musings of the current state of the world (“First as…,” “The Greatest…,” “Stress Fractures”), addiction trappings (“Luck…,” “Hell Medicine”), and exhaustion (“Out of Gas”).1 Pyrrhon teeters on the brink of collapse throughout each racing number, with Moore’s interjections finding psychedelic delay and rapid-fire tremolo modulation as layers beyond dense prose (“The Greatest…,” “Strange Pains,” “Out of Gas”). And as Exhaust’s back half unfolds, these same glottal expulsions find a distance and excruciated fizzle against Pyrrhon’s chaotic crescendos (“Stress Fractures,” “Last Gasp”). No matter the manner of narrative distribution, Moore’s words resonate with barbed intention.
Exhaust’s scathed landscape does come at a cost, though. Pyrrhon has steadily traded away complex song structure for riff-based impact and whiplash rhythms as a catalyst. Yet each lashing on this svelte journey maintains and thrives in a driving guitar chunk-and-twang that grip kitmaster Schwegler’s hopping ostinatos in an Obscura-by-way-of-Big-Apple-noise freakout,2 true to Pyrrhon’s trademark amplified scrawl. Phrase by phrase it becomes ever clearer that this more exacting songwriting approach means to snag your neck and groove as much as any long-form switch blast or paint-stripping sermon would. And with riffs that deliver the experimental grind of Brutal Truth as much as they do DiLella’s signature punk-frenzied whinny, even the simplest of pit-starters land with the bombast that Pyrrhon crafts (“First as…,” “Luck…,” “Concrete Charlie”). Marston3 has again taken the board for Exhaust, letting its rehearsal-room-on-fire-attitude muscle into DiLella’s tight, thrashing tone—a touch compressed on the ear at first, but a choice that lets darting chord squeals and tuning-challenging bends pierce through at will.
For an album dedicated to burnout, a theme all too appreciable to those on the wrong side of twenty-five, Pyrrhon charges forth with an experimental vigor and practiced ambition untarnished by time. Informed by age—by critique, applause, setback, adventure, waiting, watching, breathing, bleeding—Exhaust emerges as the product of a band that knows that lightning can’t strike twice: it must find a lead. Hunger steers Pyrrhon. Struggle defines Exhaust. Though far from the most avant, unpredictable set in the Pyrrhon registry, Exhaust billows with the fury of defeat and determination—damn fine music for a downfall.
Rating: 4.5/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Willowtip Records | Bandcamp
Websites: pyrrhon.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/pyrrhon
Releases Worldwide: September 6th, 2024#2024 #45 #AmericanMetal #BrutalTruth #Deadguy #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhaust #Gorguts #Hardcore #NoiseRock #Prong #Pyrrhon #Review #Reviews #Sep24 #TechnicalDeathMetal #WillowtipRecords
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By Dolphin Whisperer
Stretched, stuck, snapped—Pyrrhon has spent much of the past few years living, trudging the way many do in their 30s. It’s not that life becomes untenable in the twists and turns about which time inevitably navigates, but that reality grows a face, a scent, a terror that swells as its layers develop and crust and encapsulate. Uncertainty and anxiety weigh heavy in the heart, and, no doubt, after releasing 2020’s Abscess Time, which they couldn’t support on the road, the ever-reaching cast of Pyrrhon hit a wall. Time passed, and pressure grew. So to escape the grind with grind, to combat the noise with noise, to face life with death metal, Pyrrhon holed up in the woods to create (lightly ‘shroomed) again—not to Exhaust, but to explore and explode.
A dry skronk persists through Exhaust in a manner that both befits Pyrrhon’s past and eschews elements of the established Pyrrhon sound. Modern classic What Passes for Survival and noise rock breakaway Abscess Time both found a bounce in guitarist Dylan DiLella’s manic string flips and vocalist Doug Moore’s echoing, encompassing howls. Exhaust, stripped by the intensity of its frustration, instead sees simpler, chunkier riffs dissolve and digest more easily into incessant snare guidance, with Pyrrhon finding a grooving, hardcore shuffle that owes its tangible hooks to the world of ancient Prong or Deadguy (“The Greatest City on Earth,” “Strange Pains,” “Luck of the Draw”). Pyrrhon hasn’t become accessible though—consonance incompatible whammy excursions (“The Greatest…”), psychedelic narratives (“Out of Gas”), and escalating, shrill recursions (“Strange Pains,” “Stress Fractures”) ensure otherwise. But they all build a feel relatable against the sense of mid-life dread that Exhaust embodies.
The lyrics that have always been Pyrrhon’s gravity come to focus in a manner that rings in the ear without the constant need for subtitles. Though Moore still possesses a demonic bleating, its power remains reserved for impactful moments like the grinding acceleration of “First as Tragedy, Then as Farce” and the closing quasi-slam of “Hell Medicine.” Spitting and sneering, Moore delivers higher clarity barked beats of plain-faced, pain-laced poetry detailing with little opacity existential musings of the current state of the world (“First as…,” “The Greatest…,” “Stress Fractures”), addiction trappings (“Luck…,” “Hell Medicine”), and exhaustion (“Out of Gas”).1 Pyrrhon teeters on the brink of collapse throughout each racing number, with Moore’s interjections finding psychedelic delay and rapid-fire tremolo modulation as layers beyond dense prose (“The Greatest…,” “Strange Pains,” “Out of Gas”). And as Exhaust’s back half unfolds, these same glottal expulsions find a distance and excruciated fizzle against Pyrrhon’s chaotic crescendos (“Stress Fractures,” “Last Gasp”). No matter the manner of narrative distribution, Moore’s words resonate with barbed intention.
Exhaust’s scathed landscape does come at a cost, though. Pyrrhon has steadily traded away complex song structure for riff-based impact and whiplash rhythms as a catalyst. Yet each lashing on this svelte journey maintains and thrives in a driving guitar chunk-and-twang that grip kitmaster Schwegler’s hopping ostinatos in an Obscura-by-way-of-Big-Apple-noise freakout,2 true to Pyrrhon’s trademark amplified scrawl. Phrase by phrase it becomes ever clearer that this more exacting songwriting approach means to snag your neck and groove as much as any long-form switch blast or paint-stripping sermon would. And with riffs that deliver the experimental grind of Brutal Truth as much as they do DiLella’s signature punk-frenzied whinny, even the simplest of pit-starters land with the bombast that Pyrrhon crafts (“First as…,” “Luck…,” “Concrete Charlie”). Marston3 has again taken the board for Exhaust, letting its rehearsal-room-on-fire-attitude muscle into DiLella’s tight, thrashing tone—a touch compressed on the ear at first, but a choice that lets darting chord squeals and tuning-challenging bends pierce through at will.
For an album dedicated to burnout, a theme all too appreciable to those on the wrong side of twenty-five, Pyrrhon charges forth with an experimental vigor and practiced ambition untarnished by time. Informed by age—by critique, applause, setback, adventure, waiting, watching, breathing, bleeding—Exhaust emerges as the product of a band that knows that lightning can’t strike twice: it must find a lead. Hunger steers Pyrrhon. Struggle defines Exhaust. Though far from the most avant, unpredictable set in the Pyrrhon registry, Exhaust billows with the fury of defeat and determination—damn fine music for a downfall.
Rating: 4.5/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Willowtip Records | Bandcamp
Websites: pyrrhon.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/pyrrhon
Releases Worldwide: September 6th, 2024#2024 #45 #AmericanMetal #BrutalTruth #Deadguy #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhaust #Gorguts #Hardcore #NoiseRock #Prong #Pyrrhon #Review #Reviews #Sep24 #TechnicalDeathMetal #WillowtipRecords
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By Dolphin Whisperer
Stretched, stuck, snapped—Pyrrhon has spent much of the past few years living, trudging the way many do in their 30s. It’s not that life becomes untenable in the twists and turns about which time inevitably navigates, but that reality grows a face, a scent, a terror that swells as its layers develop and crust and encapsulate. Uncertainty and anxiety weigh heavy in the heart, and, no doubt, after releasing 2020’s Abscess Time, which they couldn’t support on the road, the ever-reaching cast of Pyrrhon hit a wall. Time passed, and pressure grew. So to escape the grind with grind, to combat the noise with noise, to face life with death metal, Pyrrhon holed up in the woods to create (lightly ‘shroomed) again—not to Exhaust, but to explore and explode.
A dry skronk persists through Exhaust in a manner that both befits Pyrrhon’s past and eschews elements of the established Pyrrhon sound. Modern classic What Passes for Survival and noise rock breakaway Abscess Time both found a bounce in guitarist Dylan DiLella’s manic string flips and vocalist Doug Moore’s echoing, encompassing howls. Exhaust, stripped by the intensity of its frustration, instead sees simpler, chunkier riffs dissolve and digest more easily into incessant snare guidance, with Pyrrhon finding a grooving, hardcore shuffle that owes its tangible hooks to the world of ancient Prong or Deadguy (“The Greatest City on Earth,” “Strange Pains,” “Luck of the Draw”). Pyrrhon hasn’t become accessible though—consonance incompatible whammy excursions (“The Greatest…”), psychedelic narratives (“Out of Gas”), and escalating, shrill recursions (“Strange Pains,” “Stress Fractures”) ensure otherwise. But they all build a feel relatable against the sense of mid-life dread that Exhaust embodies.
The lyrics that have always been Pyrrhon’s gravity come to focus in a manner that rings in the ear without the constant need for subtitles. Though Moore still possesses a demonic bleating, its power remains reserved for impactful moments like the grinding acceleration of “First as Tragedy, Then as Farce” and the closing quasi-slam of “Hell Medicine.” Spitting and sneering, Moore delivers higher clarity barked beats of plain-faced, pain-laced poetry detailing with little opacity existential musings of the current state of the world (“First as…,” “The Greatest…,” “Stress Fractures”), addiction trappings (“Luck…,” “Hell Medicine”), and exhaustion (“Out of Gas”).1 Pyrrhon teeters on the brink of collapse throughout each racing number, with Moore’s interjections finding psychedelic delay and rapid-fire tremolo modulation as layers beyond dense prose (“The Greatest…,” “Strange Pains,” “Out of Gas”). And as Exhaust’s back half unfolds, these same glottal expulsions find a distance and excruciated fizzle against Pyrrhon’s chaotic crescendos (“Stress Fractures,” “Last Gasp”). No matter the manner of narrative distribution, Moore’s words resonate with barbed intention.
Exhaust’s scathed landscape does come at a cost, though. Pyrrhon has steadily traded away complex song structure for riff-based impact and whiplash rhythms as a catalyst. Yet each lashing on this svelte journey maintains and thrives in a driving guitar chunk-and-twang that grip kitmaster Schwegler’s hopping ostinatos in an Obscura-by-way-of-Big-Apple-noise freakout,2 true to Pyrrhon’s trademark amplified scrawl. Phrase by phrase it becomes ever clearer that this more exacting songwriting approach means to snag your neck and groove as much as any long-form switch blast or paint-stripping sermon would. And with riffs that deliver the experimental grind of Brutal Truth as much as they do DiLella’s signature punk-frenzied whinny, even the simplest of pit-starters land with the bombast that Pyrrhon crafts (“First as…,” “Luck…,” “Concrete Charlie”). Marston3 has again taken the board for Exhaust, letting its rehearsal-room-on-fire-attitude muscle into DiLella’s tight, thrashing tone—a touch compressed on the ear at first, but a choice that lets darting chord squeals and tuning-challenging bends pierce through at will.
For an album dedicated to burnout, a theme all too appreciable to those on the wrong side of twenty-five, Pyrrhon charges forth with an experimental vigor and practiced ambition untarnished by time. Informed by age—by critique, applause, setback, adventure, waiting, watching, breathing, bleeding—Exhaust emerges as the product of a band that knows that lightning can’t strike twice: it must find a lead. Hunger steers Pyrrhon. Struggle defines Exhaust. Though far from the most avant, unpredictable set in the Pyrrhon registry, Exhaust billows with the fury of defeat and determination—damn fine music for a downfall.
Rating: 4.5/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Willowtip Records | Bandcamp
Websites: pyrrhon.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/pyrrhon
Releases Worldwide: September 6th, 2024#2024 #45 #AmericanMetal #BrutalTruth #Deadguy #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhaust #Gorguts #Hardcore #NoiseRock #Prong #Pyrrhon #Review #Reviews #Sep24 #TechnicalDeathMetal #WillowtipRecords
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Vile Rites – Senescence Review
By Iceberg
I don’t often reach for OSDM revival promos, a genre I feel has been discovered, explored, conquered, and overrun. Fate had other things in mind for me, it seems when I found Vile Rites’ proper debut Senescence. Drawn to its label of “progressive death metal,” imagine my surprise when I found a sea of neo-OSDM lurking beneath. The Santa Rosa trio dipped their toes in the scene with 2022’s EP The Ageless and spent their time touring that record to perfect their coming-out opus, Senescence. As a member of the AMG Inc. Hydro Homies™, I’m duty-bound to snag any aquatic cover. So with Senescence in my icy grasp, I eagerly let the sounds of “Only Silence Follows” wash over me.
Vile Rites’ ability to seamlessly blend OSDM influences into their signature sound shows wisdom beyond the band’s years. You’ll find the foundational elements of Floridian Death Metal–Morbid Angel and Death chainsaw riffs and blistering backbeats–especially in the warm-up routine of opener “Only Silence Follows.” But as the album progresses Vile Rites stretch the edges of the music, toying with odd-time signature passages and whiplash tempo shifts that remind me of the proggier moments of Gorguts, or a less frenetic Faceless Burial (“Senescence,” “Shiftless Wanderings”). The trio is a favored format for this style of death metal, and Vile Rites use their limited lineup skillfully. Skinsman Aerie Johnson wears the OSDM and prog hats equally well, straddling the line somewhere between Richard Christie and Between The Buried And Me’s Blake Richardson. Bandleader, guitarist, and vocalist Alex Miletich excels on all three fronts, delivering a pleasantly discernible death roar, alongside notable solos that form the center of nearly every track here. Stephen Coon’s bass performance is magnificent, taking the lead on melodies as often as supporting the harmonic structure. The album’s eerie, watery quality is due in no small part to the work of a bass guitar tone drenched in springy reverb and muted blues.
The straightforward death metal material on Senescence is quite good, but the stranger Vile Rites gets, the better they get. Take, for instance, the recurring theremin-like synth waves, emerging from the inky blackness, threatening to overwhelm, before disappearing once again (“Only Silence Follows,” “Transcendent Putrefaction”). Or the lengthy middle section of “Transcendent Putrefaction” that suspends both momentum and harmony and just when it seems you’ve lost your way in the song, Johnson drops in on a swinging, shuffle groove that would be wildly out of place in lesser hands. Even the interlude, ever the albatross of albums, knows just how long to last with its gentle picked guitar and synths swirling amidst a summer storm (“Ephemeral Reverie of Eroded Dreams”). The band—along with that elegant cover, mysterious and melancholy—use atmosphere and smart, inventive riffcraft to drag the listener down, and the end result is impressive.
The more I listened to Senescence, the harder it was to find faults in its design. Longform closer “Banished To Solitude (Adrift On The Infinite Waves)” has plenty of high moments, from a nasty decelerator of a riff in it’s opening, to a menacing build-up just before the final chorus, and dueling bass and guitar solos to round out the album. I could nitpick and say that the outro drags on just a bit too long, and that the buildup, absolutely loaded with potential energy, meets its release just a few bars too early, but I’m really splitting hairs here. The one point I will level at the band is that I can’t help but feel that they’re hovering right on the precipice of a stellar album, but haven’t quite found it. This is a nebulous criticism that’s hard to quantify, but while everything is executed near-perfectly in these six tracks, very little left me awestruck, and I think Vile Rites has the tools to do just that.
Vile Rites have produced a debut album that comes so close to swatting the counter it hurts. Loaded with mind-bending stanky riffs, soaring solos, and glistening proggy diversions, Senescence is a must-listen for all fans of the OSDM revival movement. I think Vile Rites will find their path forward in the riches of “Banished To Solitude…” and a continued incursion into stranger, wilder sound worlds. Keep your eyes fixated on the movements of these Santa Rosa boys, a leviathan may be lurking in their future.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Carbonized Records
Websites: vilerites.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/VileRites
Releases Worldwide: August 16th, 2024#2024 #35 #AmericanMetal #Aug24 #BetweenTheBuriedAndMe #BlackenedDeathMetal #CarbonizedRecords #Death #DeathMetal #FacelessBurial #Gorguts #MorbidAngel #ProgressiveDeathMetal #PsychedelicMetal #Review #Reviews #Senescence #VileRites
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Vile Rites – Senescence Review
By Iceberg
I don’t often reach for OSDM revival promos, a genre I feel has been discovered, explored, conquered, and overrun. Fate had other things in mind for me, it seems when I found Vile Rites’ proper debut Senescence. Drawn to its label of “progressive death metal,” imagine my surprise when I found a sea of neo-OSDM lurking beneath. The Santa Rosa trio dipped their toes in the scene with 2022’s EP The Ageless and spent their time touring that record to perfect their coming-out opus, Senescence. As a member of the AMG Inc. Hydro Homies™, I’m duty-bound to snag any aquatic cover. So with Senescence in my icy grasp, I eagerly let the sounds of “Only Silence Follows” wash over me.
Vile Rites’ ability to seamlessly blend OSDM influences into their signature sound shows wisdom beyond the band’s years. You’ll find the foundational elements of Floridian Death Metal–Morbid Angel and Death chainsaw riffs and blistering backbeats–especially in the warm-up routine of opener “Only Silence Follows.” But as the album progresses Vile Rites stretch the edges of the music, toying with odd-time signature passages and whiplash tempo shifts that remind me of the proggier moments of Gorguts, or a less frenetic Faceless Burial (“Senescence,” “Shiftless Wanderings”). The trio is a favored format for this style of death metal, and Vile Rites use their limited lineup skillfully. Skinsman Aerie Johnson wears the OSDM and prog hats equally well, straddling the line somewhere between Richard Christie and Between The Buried And Me’s Blake Richardson. Bandleader, guitarist, and vocalist Alex Miletich excels on all three fronts, delivering a pleasantly discernible death roar, alongside notable solos that form the center of nearly every track here. Stephen Coon’s bass performance is magnificent, taking the lead on melodies as often as supporting the harmonic structure. The album’s eerie, watery quality is due in no small part to the work of a bass guitar tone drenched in springy reverb and muted blues.
The straightforward death metal material on Senescence is quite good, but the stranger Vile Rites gets, the better they get. Take, for instance, the recurring theremin-like synth waves, emerging from the inky blackness, threatening to overwhelm, before disappearing once again (“Only Silence Follows,” “Transcendent Putrefaction”). Or the lengthy middle section of “Transcendent Putrefaction” that suspends both momentum and harmony and just when it seems you’ve lost your way in the song, Johnson drops in on a swinging, shuffle groove that would be wildly out of place in lesser hands. Even the interlude, ever the albatross of albums, knows just how long to last with its gentle picked guitar and synths swirling amidst a summer storm (“Ephemeral Reverie of Eroded Dreams”). The band—along with that elegant cover, mysterious and melancholy—use atmosphere and smart, inventive riffcraft to drag the listener down, and the end result is impressive.
The more I listened to Senescence, the harder it was to find faults in its design. Longform closer “Banished To Solitude (Adrift On The Infinite Waves)” has plenty of high moments, from a nasty decelerator of a riff in it’s opening, to a menacing build-up just before the final chorus, and dueling bass and guitar solos to round out the album. I could nitpick and say that the outro drags on just a bit too long, and that the buildup, absolutely loaded with potential energy, meets its release just a few bars too early, but I’m really splitting hairs here. The one point I will level at the band is that I can’t help but feel that they’re hovering right on the precipice of a stellar album, but haven’t quite found it. This is a nebulous criticism that’s hard to quantify, but while everything is executed near-perfectly in these six tracks, very little left me awestruck, and I think Vile Rites has the tools to do just that.
Vile Rites have produced a debut album that comes so close to swatting the counter it hurts. Loaded with mind-bending stanky riffs, soaring solos, and glistening proggy diversions, Senescence is a must-listen for all fans of the OSDM revival movement. I think Vile Rites will find their path forward in the riches of “Banished To Solitude…” and a continued incursion into stranger, wilder sound worlds. Keep your eyes fixated on the movements of these Santa Rosa boys, a leviathan may be lurking in their future.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Carbonized Records
Websites: vilerites.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/VileRites
Releases Worldwide: August 16th, 2024#2024 #35 #AmericanMetal #Aug24 #BetweenTheBuriedAndMe #BlackenedDeathMetal #CarbonizedRecords #Death #DeathMetal #FacelessBurial #Gorguts #MorbidAngel #ProgressiveDeathMetal #PsychedelicMetal #Review #Reviews #Senescence #VileRites
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Vile Rites – Senescence Review
By Iceberg
I don’t often reach for OSDM revival promos, a genre I feel has been discovered, explored, conquered, and overrun. Fate had other things in mind for me, it seems when I found Vile Rites’ proper debut Senescence. Drawn to its label of “progressive death metal,” imagine my surprise when I found a sea of neo-OSDM lurking beneath. The Santa Rosa trio dipped their toes in the scene with 2022’s EP The Ageless and spent their time touring that record to perfect their coming-out opus, Senescence. As a member of the AMG Inc. Hydro Homies™, I’m duty-bound to snag any aquatic cover. So with Senescence in my icy grasp, I eagerly let the sounds of “Only Silence Follows” wash over me.
Vile Rites’ ability to seamlessly blend OSDM influences into their signature sound shows wisdom beyond the band’s years. You’ll find the foundational elements of Floridian Death Metal–Morbid Angel and Death chainsaw riffs and blistering backbeats–especially in the warm-up routine of opener “Only Silence Follows.” But as the album progresses Vile Rites stretch the edges of the music, toying with odd-time signature passages and whiplash tempo shifts that remind me of the proggier moments of Gorguts, or a less frenetic Faceless Burial (“Senescence,” “Shiftless Wanderings”). The trio is a favored format for this style of death metal, and Vile Rites use their limited lineup skillfully. Skinsman Aerie Johnson wears the OSDM and prog hats equally well, straddling the line somewhere between Richard Christie and Between The Buried And Me’s Blake Richardson. Bandleader, guitarist, and vocalist Alex Miletich excels on all three fronts, delivering a pleasantly discernible death roar, alongside notable solos that form the center of nearly every track here. Stephen Coon’s bass performance is magnificent, taking the lead on melodies as often as supporting the harmonic structure. The album’s eerie, watery quality is due in no small part to the work of a bass guitar tone drenched in springy reverb and muted blues.
The straightforward death metal material on Senescence is quite good, but the stranger Vile Rites gets, the better they get. Take, for instance, the recurring theremin-like synth waves, emerging from the inky blackness, threatening to overwhelm, before disappearing once again (“Only Silence Follows,” “Transcendent Putrefaction”). Or the lengthy middle section of “Transcendent Putrefaction” that suspends both momentum and harmony and just when it seems you’ve lost your way in the song, Johnson drops in on a swinging, shuffle groove that would be wildly out of place in lesser hands. Even the interlude, ever the albatross of albums, knows just how long to last with its gentle picked guitar and synths swirling amidst a summer storm (“Ephemeral Reverie of Eroded Dreams”). The band—along with that elegant cover, mysterious and melancholy—use atmosphere and smart, inventive riffcraft to drag the listener down, and the end result is impressive.
The more I listened to Senescence, the harder it was to find faults in its design. Longform closer “Banished To Solitude (Adrift On The Infinite Waves)” has plenty of high moments, from a nasty decelerator of a riff in it’s opening, to a menacing build-up just before the final chorus, and dueling bass and guitar solos to round out the album. I could nitpick and say that the outro drags on just a bit too long, and that the buildup, absolutely loaded with potential energy, meets its release just a few bars too early, but I’m really splitting hairs here. The one point I will level at the band is that I can’t help but feel that they’re hovering right on the precipice of a stellar album, but haven’t quite found it. This is a nebulous criticism that’s hard to quantify, but while everything is executed near-perfectly in these six tracks, very little left me awestruck, and I think Vile Rites has the tools to do just that.
Vile Rites have produced a debut album that comes so close to swatting the counter it hurts. Loaded with mind-bending stanky riffs, soaring solos, and glistening proggy diversions, Senescence is a must-listen for all fans of the OSDM revival movement. I think Vile Rites will find their path forward in the riches of “Banished To Solitude…” and a continued incursion into stranger, wilder sound worlds. Keep your eyes fixated on the movements of these Santa Rosa boys, a leviathan may be lurking in their future.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Carbonized Records
Websites: vilerites.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/VileRites
Releases Worldwide: August 16th, 2024#2024 #35 #AmericanMetal #Aug24 #BetweenTheBuriedAndMe #BlackenedDeathMetal #CarbonizedRecords #Death #DeathMetal #FacelessBurial #Gorguts #MorbidAngel #ProgressiveDeathMetal #PsychedelicMetal #Review #Reviews #Senescence #VileRites
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Julie Christmas – Ridiculous and Full of Blood Review
By Maddog
I approach Julie Christmas from the stepping stone of post-metal. I discovered her through Battle of Mice’s A Day of Nights and her 2016 collaboration with Cult of Luna, not through Made out of Babies or her solo work. Her vocals floored me, oozing emotion and fitting impeccably with the rhythmic styles of both bands. Her proximity to hardcore and noise exposed me to new musical avenues, even as she raised the bar for post-metal. Appearing 14 years after her solo debut The Bad Wife, Ridiculous and Full of Blood was one of my most anticipated releases of 2024. While it may not be the greatest album of the year, it might be the most soulful.
Christmas’ sophomore record is both indescribable and exactly what you’d expect. Ridiculous and Full of Blood is at once a bloodbath and a hypnotic tapestry. Bass-heavy melodies and steadfast drums establish a driving rhythm, always the core of Christmas’ sound. Meanwhile, the guitars split their time among post-metal world-building, thick sludge, aggressive hardcore riffs, and cacophony. But this neat summary misses so much of what makes Ridiculous both ridiculous and Ridiculous. Christmas squeezes every stage of her career into 42 minutes, and ties it all together with her inimitable vocals. The result is an album unlike any other you’ll hear this year.
Predictably, Julie Christmas unleashes the best extreme vocal performance of 2024. Christmas’ voice played the same transformative role in my life as Gorguts or The Velvet Underground’s instrumentation; she taught me that beauty has many shapes, and every heart has jagged edges. Ridiculous is no different. Balancing compelling melodies with heartfelt screeches, Christmas’ vocal roller coaster wows through its emotive power and dizzying variety. Early highlight “Not Enough” and centerpiece “The Lighthouse” drip with sarcasm, bury the listener with tortured screams, and offer glimpses of hope. Christmas’ excruciating attention to detail might be her greatest strength; just follow as her tone on “End of the World” whipsaws from word to word, from syllable to syllable. As always, her vocals don’t merely shine in isolation. Aided by her cryptic alliterative lyrics, Christmas’ cadence is inseparable from the ebb and flow of the music. Indeed, the vocals often drive the album’s emotional about-faces, like the uplifting second half of “Silver Dollars.” Christmas’ performance is a treat for newcomers and an even bigger treat for veterans.
Ridiculous and Full of Blood thrives in its creativity and falters in its simplicity. As cliché as it sounds, Ridiculous’ longer highlights feel like expansive journeys. “End of the World”1 and “The Lighthouse,” my frontrunners for song o’ the year, evolve from serene openings through rhythmic post-metal to heart-wrenching climaxes, evoking the best cuts of Mariner. Conversely, hardcore-tinged openers “Not Enough” and “Supernatural” showcase Christmas’ songwriting at its most frantic and its most expressive, respectively, belying their four-minute runtimes. No two of the album’s gems resemble each other, making each one singularly memorable. But highlights alone don’t make an excellent record. Nearly half of Ridiculous and Full of Blood misses the mark, especially when it settles into a dull routine. “The Ash” mars the first half with repetitive melodies, followed by the passable but forgettable “Thin Skin.” Even the best tracks have mediocre follow-ups; “Kids” sounds as catchy and as grating as Kidz Bop, while the haunting “The Lighthouse” leads into the goofy anticlimactic “Blast.” The album closes with the underwhelming “Seven Days,” a doomy affair with glimpses of inspiration caked in five minutes of boredom. Half of Ridiculous is full of blood, but the other half feels lifeless.
As I listen to “The Lighthouse” and tear up for what seems like the thousandth time, I feel like I’m underrating this album. But I had to hit the skip button to get here, and I’ll have to hit it twice again in a moment. Despite my best efforts, I’ve struggled to fall in love with half of this record. But its high points, a challenging medley that only Julie Christmas could conjure, have solidified her artistic voice and cemented her place as my favorite extreme vocalist ever. If the AMG staff is any guide, your mileage may vary; scroll down to the comments and you’ll find Dolph, Carcharodon, and KermitsTail calling me an underrating bastard. Warts and all, Ridiculous and Full of Blood deserves your attention. Julie Christmas will mow you down like a hurricane, and might even make your year.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Red Crk Recordings
Website: juliechristmas.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: June 14th, 2024#2024 #35 #AmericanMetal #BattleOfMice #CultOfLuna #Gorguts #Hardcore #HardcorePunk #JulieChristmas #Jun24 #KidzBop #MadeOutOfBabies #Noise #NoiseRock #PostHardcore #PostMetal #RedCreekRecordings #RedCrkRecordings #Review #Reviews #RidiculousAndFullOfBlood #Sludge #SludgeMetal #TheVelvetUnderground
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Julie Christmas – Ridiculous and Full of Blood Review
By Maddog
I approach Julie Christmas from the stepping stone of post-metal. I discovered her through Battle of Mice’s A Day of Nights and her 2016 collaboration with Cult of Luna, not through Made out of Babies or her solo work. Her vocals floored me, oozing emotion and fitting impeccably with the rhythmic styles of both bands. Her proximity to hardcore and noise exposed me to new musical avenues, even as she raised the bar for post-metal. Appearing 14 years after her solo debut The Bad Wife, Ridiculous and Full of Blood was one of my most anticipated releases of 2024. While it may not be the greatest album of the year, it might be the most soulful.
Christmas’ sophomore record is both indescribable and exactly what you’d expect. Ridiculous and Full of Blood is at once a bloodbath and a hypnotic tapestry. Bass-heavy melodies and steadfast drums establish a driving rhythm, always the core of Christmas’ sound. Meanwhile, the guitars split their time among post-metal world-building, thick sludge, aggressive hardcore riffs, and cacophony. But this neat summary misses so much of what makes Ridiculous both ridiculous and Ridiculous. Christmas squeezes every stage of her career into 42 minutes, and ties it all together with her inimitable vocals. The result is an album unlike any other you’ll hear this year.
Predictably, Julie Christmas unleashes the best extreme vocal performance of 2024. Christmas’ voice played the same transformative role in my life as Gorguts or The Velvet Underground’s instrumentation; she taught me that beauty has many shapes, and every heart has jagged edges. Ridiculous is no different. Balancing compelling melodies with heartfelt screeches, Christmas’ vocal roller coaster wows through its emotive power and dizzying variety. Early highlight “Not Enough” and centerpiece “The Lighthouse” drip with sarcasm, bury the listener with tortured screams, and offer glimpses of hope. Christmas’ excruciating attention to detail might be her greatest strength; just follow as her tone on “End of the World” whipsaws from word to word, from syllable to syllable. As always, her vocals don’t merely shine in isolation. Aided by her cryptic alliterative lyrics, Christmas’ cadence is inseparable from the ebb and flow of the music. Indeed, the vocals often drive the album’s emotional about-faces, like the uplifting second half of “Silver Dollars.” Christmas’ performance is a treat for newcomers and an even bigger treat for veterans.
Ridiculous and Full of Blood thrives in its creativity and falters in its simplicity. As cliché as it sounds, Ridiculous’ longer highlights feel like expansive journeys. “End of the World”1 and “The Lighthouse,” my frontrunners for song o’ the year, evolve from serene openings through rhythmic post-metal to heart-wrenching climaxes, evoking the best cuts of Mariner. Conversely, hardcore-tinged openers “Not Enough” and “Supernatural” showcase Christmas’ songwriting at its most frantic and its most expressive, respectively, belying their four-minute runtimes. No two of the album’s gems resemble each other, making each one singularly memorable. But highlights alone don’t make an excellent record. Nearly half of Ridiculous and Full of Blood misses the mark, especially when it settles into a dull routine. “The Ash” mars the first half with repetitive melodies, followed by the passable but forgettable “Thin Skin.” Even the best tracks have mediocre follow-ups; “Kids” sounds as catchy and as grating as Kidz Bop, while the haunting “The Lighthouse” leads into the goofy anticlimactic “Blast.” The album closes with the underwhelming “Seven Days,” a doomy affair with glimpses of inspiration caked in five minutes of boredom. Half of Ridiculous is full of blood, but the other half feels lifeless.
As I listen to “The Lighthouse” and tear up for what seems like the thousandth time, I feel like I’m underrating this album. But I had to hit the skip button to get here, and I’ll have to hit it twice again in a moment. Despite my best efforts, I’ve struggled to fall in love with half of this record. But its high points, a challenging medley that only Julie Christmas could conjure, have solidified her artistic voice and cemented her place as my favorite extreme vocalist ever. If the AMG staff is any guide, your mileage may vary; scroll down to the comments and you’ll find Dolph, Carcharodon, and KermitsTail calling me an underrating bastard. Warts and all, Ridiculous and Full of Blood deserves your attention. Julie Christmas will mow you down like a hurricane, and might even make your year.
Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Red Crk Recordings
Website: juliechristmas.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: June 14th, 2024#2024 #35 #AmericanMetal #BattleOfMice #CultOfLuna #Gorguts #Hardcore #HardcorePunk #JulieChristmas #Jun24 #KidzBop #MadeOutOfBabies #Noise #NoiseRock #PostHardcore #PostMetal #RedCreekRecordings #RedCrkRecordings #Review #Reviews #RidiculousAndFullOfBlood #Sludge #SludgeMetal #TheVelvetUnderground
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