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Home to cuckoo clocks, namesake gateaux,1 and Bollenhüte, Germany’s Schwarzwald (Black Forest) has functioned as folklore fodder for centuries. Ever since dropping debut EP Wiege der Finsternis, Finsterforst has mined their homeland for inspiration, and after five albums they’re Still at it. Though only three years removed from 2023’s EP Jenseits, Still is Finsterforst’s first proper album in seven years.2 If this is your Finsterfirst time experiencing the band’s wares, Finsterforst revels in long-form folk compositions that conjure the stateliness and beauty of nature, and on Still these Germaniacs deliver another generous portion of real-deal, certified folk magic. After so much time walking through the woods, does Still forge a better path, or has Finsterforst lost their way?

Fans of Finsterforst’s recent work should be pleased with Still, as the distinctly Deutsch niche they’ve carved out persists with a twist of noble melancholy. To mein ears, Still plays like folk/black metal garnished with Neue Deutsche Härte accents as they merge seismic riffs and sustained synths with atmospheric textures, cinematic orchestrations, and a staggering tonal depth. Early Finsterforst leaned heavily into folksy fun, where jaunty accordion leads and spirited bass punches draw comparisons to Korpiklaani and Turisas. As Finsterforst evolved, song lengths ballooned, and they pushed further into realms of mood and emotional swells. While vestiges of their early sound remain, Finsterforst now hews much closer to the likes of Moonsorrow, although instead of basking in the wintry waters of Scandinavian paganism, this German septet reveres the temperate charms of an enchanted wood.

From its outset, Still conjures the ethereal beauty of nature and merges it with crushing might and overwhelming pathos. Opener “Obduktion” kicks off with an airy lead before dropping the hammer with meticulously crafted riffs and synth accents that remind me of Rammstein and Eisbrecher. Yet Still doesn’t dramatically shift Finsterforst’s songwriting towards Neue Deutsche Härte—this facet has been a part of their sound for years. Rather, Finsterforst adopts a less-is-moar philosophy that makes the parallels stand out more starkly. For instance, “Stille Nacht” begins with a riff that recalls Rammstein’s “Mein Teil,” driving momentum with thick ‘n’ beefy muscle. Both “Knie Nieder” and “Herbstwanderung” expertly blend the heavy with the tender, and “Fels” glistens with acoustic guitar underpinning vocalist Olli Berlin’s mesmerizing vocals. And it’s here that Finsterforst unfetters their most potent weapon. Berlin’s vocals give me goosebumps each playthrough, and his impassioned barks and sonorous cleans proffer varied deliveries throughout Still. Yet more than that, they supply the perfect counterpoint to Finsterforst’s soundscape as the outfit maneuvers between impassioned discharges and reverb-saturated refrains supported by gorgeous choral elements and brassy orchestrations. Still captures Finsterforst at their most subtle and stripped down, where laying their arrangements bare exposes naked splendor.

Despite the extreme runtime of Still, Finsterforst retools their approach to make it more accessible. In his review of Mach Dich Frei, El Cuervo identified the record’s length as cumbersome taken all at once, even if the individual tracks succeeded. On Still, the songs boast more palatable lengths than LPs past, and here only final original track, “Leere” overstays its welcome at twenty-four minutes.3 The two covers at the end, Immortal’s “Beyond the North Waves” and Pink Floyd’s “Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. II” commendably adapt versions of the songs to Finsterforst’s own style, yet push the runtime an extra fourteen minutes that otherwise would have delivered the band’s most succinct album to date. More positively, the production has improved since Mach Dich Frei and Zerfall, and even though the DR score only suggests a modest improvement, Still sounds better than any of the band’s other recent output.

In a month with few highlights, Finsterforst’s Still shines as a welcome bright spot. Dynamic songwriting, masterful command of tension, and inspired performances litter the album. Finsterforst addresses past offenses by adding depth to the mix and demonstrating more economical songwriting song-by-song, even though Still’s overall length perpetuates Finsterforst’s reputation for bloat. Regardless, I often find myself lost in Still’s woods without caring about how long the walk is, as the sights along the way are unequivocally worth the stroll.

Rating: Very Good
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: AOP Records
Websites: Website | Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: July 31st, 2026

While most people would argue that “black metal” was founded by bands like Venom, Bathory, and Mercyful Fate, the scene didn’t really become what it is without the creation of Norwegian black metal. Which, in turn, people will argue was founded by Mayhem, Burzum, Darkthrone, Immortal, and the like. But people forget acts like Ulver, Urgehal, Satyricon, and Gorgoroth (and others) that helped form the genre. If you know Grier, you know how much Urgehal and Gorgoroth mean to his youthful, black metal development. They are also home to two of his favorite black metal raspers of all time: Trond Bråthen (Trondr Nefas) and Kristian Eivind Espedal (Gaahl), respectively. Before Gaahl made his mark on Gorgoroth classics like Twilight of the Idols – In Conspiracy with Satan and Ad Majorem Sathanas Gloriam, he already had his own band: Trelldom.

Trelldom doesn’t get enough love. But Angry Metal Guy knew what was up when he went back in time to explore easily one of the genre’s greatest hits: Til et annet…. This record is a fucking masterpiece that shows a side of Gaahl you might not know. Those who have followed him throughout his various exploits know full well that Gaahl is a weird guy with some of the creepiest fucking vocals on the planet. But Trelldom’s trilogy of albums from 1992 to 2007 was untouchable. Fast forward to 2024, and the band returns with …By the Shadows…, an even weirder concoction of songs than ever before. Taking a darker direction with a new lineup of legends, …By the Shadows… represented an impressive comeback for the band, rebranded into something more diverse and heartfelt than before. Right on the coattails of that album comes this year’s …By the Word…. And it’s everything you’d expect from a follow-up.

Returning with the mighty Stian Kårstad (ex-Djerv, ex-Gaahls Wyrd, ex-God Seed) and kit powerhouse Kenneth Kapstad (Thorns, Goat the Head, ex-God Seed, and a billion other bands), Gaahl rounds out his lineup with practitioners of the bass, saxophone, clarinet, organ, Dobro guitar, bass harmonica, mandolin, Shankar guitar, and even the fucking Optigan to deliver one of the most unique records of his life. “When This Was Young” opens the record with proggy bass and drums, matching perfectly with Gaahl’s soothing cleans. When the chuggery kicks in, Kapstad’s drums let loose, showing off his impressive skills and giving the song (A) Senile Animal-era Melvins vibes. As it progresses, the effects intensify, melding themselves into the guitars and creating unnecessary madness throughout.

But the opener might be the “chillest” song on the record. By “I Speak Forgotten Voices,” you’ll know that …By the Word… is far more unhinged than its predecessor. The overlapping effects, unsettling vocals, and relentless, pounding drums remove any peace …By the Shadows… might have had. But it’s the mindfucking back-to-back closers, “The Word – Choose to Vanish” and “In There Outside,” that show just how far Trelldom has pushed their sound. Chock-full of all those different instruments mentioned before, “The Word – Choose to Vanish” doesn’t so much add layers as mold everything into the most grotesque monster I’ve heard in a long time. And when you think you’ve heard everything you could from Trelldom, “In There Outside” proves to be one of the more diverse on the album. Throwing you off immediately, the whining woodwinds are replaced with yet another alteration of Gaahl’s vox as the song builds on itself over and over again, resulting in more orchestral qualities than any other track.

…By the Word… is batshit crazy and cerebrally damaging. Where …By the Shadows… at least had moments of relief, this new record does not. Beyond the weird combination of guitars, saxophone, and clarinet screaming at you from all directions, it’s the bass and drums that cause the most damage. Mixed far too the front, the drums, in particular, are ear-shattering. That sounds negative, but it does a hell of a job keeping you off balance. Specifically, when it comes to the devastating “Folding the Mind.” It’s almost as if the band decided it was time to let Kapstad off the leash. …By the Word… is an interesting album that pushes beyond anything the band has done before. It can never be Til et annet… but that’s OK because they aren’t going for it. This new era is worth exploring and …By the Word… is a new benchmark.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Prophecy Productions
Websites: trelldom.bandcamp.com | trelldom.no | facebook.com/trelldom1992
Releases Worldwide: May 29th, 2026

When it comes to snakes and music, I’m a simple man. I think of Testament’s Brotherhood of the Snake, High on Fire’s Snakes for the Divine, Deicide’s Serpents of the Light, and Sir Mix-a-Lot. And now Philadelphia’s Crotaline1 slithers in flaunting first-wave-of-black-metal ballads rife with references to snake genitalia. Black metal’s second wave garners most of the attention, having shaped what most consider to be the genre’s trve north, but Mayhem, Darkthrone, Immortal, and Emperor never would have become what they are without Bathory’s lo-fi virulence, Venom’s proto-thrashed, punk-informed edgelording, and Celtic Frost’s sinister atmospheres and doomy trudges. First-wave black metal fairly characterizes what Crotaline provides on debut The Embrace of Cloacal Desire, as it’s ridden with direct, unadorned riffing, torturous plods, and a classically DIY aesthetic. Crotaline’s debut sounds like a blast, and I hope it is—my anaconda don’t want none unless it’s got fun, hun.

In many senses, The Embrace of Cloacal Desire is a primitive album. Crotaline relates carnal tales of ophidian lust in straightforward spurts of stripped-down metal, preferring uncomplicated riffs and instrumentation to deliver their herpetological gospel. In this way, Crotaline reminds me more of Hellhammer than Bathory or Celtic Frost. Tom G. Warrior’s (Triptykon) first project,2 Hellhammer distinguished itself more for its chaos and enthusiasm than its execution. Similarly, The Embrace of Cloacal Desire attacks with zealous verve, flitting through nine tracks of intermittently thrashy and doom-laden black metal. Despite the bold mashup of genres, though, Crotaline never quite brings their fangs within striking distance.

The Embrace of Cloacal Desire by Crotaline

Two primary issues plague The Embrace of Cloacal Desire, and each boils down to the same root cause—simplicity. While the drums supply a commendable rhythmic thunder, mostly Crotaline’s performance either plays too safe or lacks the technical firepower to achieve big moments. After a protracted minute-and-a-half intro, opener “Breeding the End” gets properly started. Unleashing a classic thrash riff recalling Bonded by Blood-era Exodus, a peppy bass groove joins in to underpin the melody. The pace slows at the chorus, cutting to a second riff before wending back to the main one. “Widow’s Web” kicks in next, treating listeners to a Venom-meets-Bathory hook that, just like the preceding song, tamps the brakes for vocals and a bridge. The pattern wears thin quickly, and The Embrace of Cloacal Desire suffers from this constricted songwriting—particularly in the back half. Too many half-formed ideas reach for big moments, only to topple into funereal crawls. For an album dedicated to dangerous snakes and sex organs, too often I’m left unthrilled and unfulfilled.

Ultimately, the lack of memorable passages and songs leaves The Embrace of Cloacal Desire as drab and listless as a shed snakeskin. Solid building blocks reside in Crotaline’s DNA, but the shapes of their assembled structures never coalesce into more than their constituent components. Where varying tempos can effectively lead to dynamic pacing and musical climaxes, Crotaline’s overuse of the fast-to-slow momentum shifts undercuts their songwriting. “As the Serpents Feast” exits the chorus and launches into a punky bridge begging for a wailing solo, but instead delivers an understated, unconvincing lead lacking excitement and dexterity. “Red Moon of Despair” starts promisingly enough, yet drops to a two-minute slog of glacial pacing. The same framework repeats on “Beneath the Reeds,” and yet again on “Hemipenes; The Embrace of Cloacal Desire.” Rather than mirroring a narrative or cleverly subverting expectations, these pivots can seem haphazard or lazy, leading to either frustration or boredom.

In spite of a great album concept and comparisons to bands I enjoy, Crotaline’s debut fails to charm my snake. Predictable songwriting and uninspired performances make The Embrace of Cloacal Desire’s thirty-five minutes feel longer than they are, and no song manages to entirely sidestep these issues. Even so, it takes guts to write this wild shit, and even more so to memorialize these ideas in song. Venom lurks within Crotaline, but the band needs to retool their bite. Hopefully they can figure it out and give us a rousing sophomore resurgence. Until then, I’m left to wonder if maybe I’m bored with it, or maybe it’s Crotaline.

Rating: Bad
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: WAV
Label: Liminal Dread Productions
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: April 3rd, 2026

Imperialist – Prime Review

By Owlswald

Crafting a great or excellent record is a remarkable feat. But it’s another challenge entirely to consistently churn out banger after banger. This kind of consistency is the not-so-secret sauce that can launch bands into the upper echelons. While examples are numerous, California’s Imperialist is poised to demonstrate their potential for genuine longevity with third LP, Prime. Having already broken the Score Safety Counter with 2018’s Cipher, the sci-fi black metal quartet returned to impress our Elitist on staff again in 2021 with follow-up, Zenith. Now, four years later and with an EP in between, Imperialist sets its crosshairs on Prime to deliver their third quality record in a row.

Longtime followers of Imperialist’s cosmic flight path will notice that the foursome has stayed true to its blackened foundation. Sergio Soto and Bryant Quinones’ trem-picked guitars and stylish shredding—á la Dissection and Immortal—fuse with Rod Quinones’ explosive blast beats and Soto’s callous snarls to power their apocalyptic and space-faring narrative. However, on Prime, Imperialist updates their design, discarding the “loose screws” of previous albums for a meaner, more streamlined edge. The quartet’s songwriting has become more refined, featuring fluid transitions, engaging leads and solos, and strong, memorable riffs that anchor their high-energy sound. Everything about Prime is bigger, better, and more powerful than before, from the intense and technical performances to Eliran Kantor’s stunning cover art and Dan “The Man” Swanö’s excellent mix. The result is a full-force attack that hits with all its might, making Prime Imperialist’s most impressive effort to date.

Through years of dedication, Imperialist has weaponized its proven blueprint, transforming into a razor-sharp cohesive assault. Soto and Quinones’ guitars lead the charge, delivering a terrestrial invasion of light-speed tremolo runs and hooky, head-banging riffs packed full of cataclysmic energy perfectly suited for Prime’s apocalyptic premise. Imperialist prominently evolved its sound by adding melodic leads and solos that are both tasteful and technical, prioritizing emotion and phrase over showmanship to give Prime’s nine tracks greater punch and charisma. Their solos—with harmonic fluency (“A Ghost Abandoned,” “Beneath the Sands of Titan”), wah accents (“Starstorm,” “A Ghost Abandoned”), and expressive feel (“Final Hours,” “Nocturnal Eon”)—balance technicality with musical intuition while also contributing to Imperialist’s saga. Serving as the main force behind Prime’s storytelling, Soto’s vocal performance immerses the listener into the album’s vast narrative, as his tone, delivery and lyrical content perfectly marry Prime’s musical aggression with their thematic vision. His delivery has a great thrashy snarl that is flat-out mean, sounding like a mix between David DiSanto (Vektor) and Abbath (Immortal) while still retaining sharp and clear enunciation.

Prime hits hard from the start with “Starstorm” and sustains that high-energy approach for most of its forty-five-minute runtime. Bolstering Prime’s sound, Swanö’s mix forgoes the sterile feel of past albums for a lively and organic one, allowing each instrument room to breathe while pushing Soto’s vocals to the forefront. Interlude, “Heavens Sunder,” fits into the album’s arc perfectly and makes the return to Prime’s aggressive final half feel even heavier. The decision to include an interlude at the album’s midpoint was a smart move, especially given that a lack of song variation has historically been Imperialist’s Achilles’ heel. And yet, the back half of Prime still falters as its momentum wanes. “Union of the Swarm” and “Nocturnal Eon” are solid but feel less compelling, lacking the memorability of the album’s stronger tracks. Prime could have improved its staying power with greater differentiation between these songs and the album’s other material or by trimming one altogether. Fortunately, the triumphant “A Ghost Abandoned” breaks this pattern. With its sauntering rhythm, it provides a welcome change of pace before its satisfying, drifting outro delivers a sense of a completed journey, from initial onslaught to a final, fading resolution.

While it just misses greatness, Prime is without a doubt Imperialist’s most cohesive and powerful album to date. The group has successfully addressed nearly all the lingering issues from their past work while adding new depth to their sound. With Prime, these Californians are operating near the apex of their craft, having now released three consecutive quality black metal albums that cement them as one of the genre’s premier acts. No one knows where Imperialist go from here, but Prime is a journey that deserves your attention.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity
Websites: imperialistus.bandcamp.com/music | imperialistofficial.com | facebook.com/Imperialistofficial
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

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Imperialist – Prime Review

By Owlswald

Crafting a great or excellent record is a remarkable feat. But it’s another challenge entirely to consistently churn out banger after banger. This kind of consistency is the not-so-secret sauce that can launch bands into the upper echelons. While examples are numerous, California’s Imperialist is poised to demonstrate their potential for genuine longevity with third LP, Prime. Having already broken the Score Safety Counter with 2018’s Cipher, the sci-fi black metal quartet returned to impress our Elitist on staff again in 2021 with follow-up, Zenith. Now, four years later and with an EP in between, Imperialist sets its crosshairs on Prime to deliver their third quality record in a row.

Longtime followers of Imperialist’s cosmic flight path will notice that the foursome has stayed true to its blackened foundation. Sergio Soto and Bryant Quinones’ trem-picked guitars and stylish shredding—á la Dissection and Immortal—fuse with Rod Quinones’ explosive blast beats and Soto’s callous snarls to power their apocalyptic and space-faring narrative. However, on Prime, Imperialist updates their design, discarding the “loose screws” of previous albums for a meaner, more streamlined edge. The quartet’s songwriting has become more refined, featuring fluid transitions, engaging leads and solos, and strong, memorable riffs that anchor their high-energy sound. Everything about Prime is bigger, better, and more powerful than before, from the intense and technical performances to Eliran Kantor’s stunning cover art and Dan “The Man” Swanö’s excellent mix. The result is a full-force attack that hits with all its might, making Prime Imperialist’s most impressive effort to date.

Through years of dedication, Imperialist has weaponized its proven blueprint, transforming into a razor-sharp cohesive assault. Soto and Quinones’ guitars lead the charge, delivering a terrestrial invasion of light-speed tremolo runs and hooky, head-banging riffs packed full of cataclysmic energy perfectly suited for Prime’s apocalyptic premise. Imperialist prominently evolved its sound by adding melodic leads and solos that are both tasteful and technical, prioritizing emotion and phrase over showmanship to give Prime’s nine tracks greater punch and charisma. Their solos—with harmonic fluency (“A Ghost Abandoned,” “Beneath the Sands of Titan”), wah accents (“Starstorm,” “A Ghost Abandoned”), and expressive feel (“Final Hours,” “Nocturnal Eon”)—balance technicality with musical intuition while also contributing to Imperialist’s saga. Serving as the main force behind Prime’s storytelling, Soto’s vocal performance immerses the listener into the album’s vast narrative, as his tone, delivery and lyrical content perfectly marry Prime’s musical aggression with their thematic vision. His delivery has a great thrashy snarl that is flat-out mean, sounding like a mix between David DiSanto (Vektor) and Abbath (Immortal) while still retaining sharp and clear enunciation.

Prime hits hard from the start with “Starstorm” and sustains that high-energy approach for most of its forty-five-minute runtime. Bolstering Prime’s sound, Swanö’s mix forgoes the sterile feel of past albums for a lively and organic one, allowing each instrument room to breathe while pushing Soto’s vocals to the forefront. Interlude, “Heavens Sunder,” fits into the album’s arc perfectly and makes the return to Prime’s aggressive final half feel even heavier. The decision to include an interlude at the album’s midpoint was a smart move, especially given that a lack of song variation has historically been Imperialist’s Achilles’ heel. And yet, the back half of Prime still falters as its momentum wanes. “Union of the Swarm” and “Nocturnal Eon” are solid but feel less compelling, lacking the memorability of the album’s stronger tracks. Prime could have improved its staying power with greater differentiation between these songs and the album’s other material or by trimming one altogether. Fortunately, the triumphant “A Ghost Abandoned” breaks this pattern. With its sauntering rhythm, it provides a welcome change of pace before its satisfying, drifting outro delivers a sense of a completed journey, from initial onslaught to a final, fading resolution.

While it just misses greatness, Prime is without a doubt Imperialist’s most cohesive and powerful album to date. The group has successfully addressed nearly all the lingering issues from their past work while adding new depth to their sound. With Prime, these Californians are operating near the apex of their craft, having now released three consecutive quality black metal albums that cement them as one of the genre’s premier acts. No one knows where Imperialist go from here, but Prime is a journey that deserves your attention.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity
Websites: imperialistus.bandcamp.com/music | imperialistofficial.com | facebook.com/Imperialistofficial
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#2025 #35 #AmericanMetalMetal #BlackMetal #Dissection #Immortal #Imperialist #Prime #Review #Reviews #Sep25 #TranscendingObscurity #Vektor

Imperialist – Prime Review

By Owlswald

Crafting a great or excellent record is a remarkable feat. But it’s another challenge entirely to consistently churn out banger after banger. This kind of consistency is the not-so-secret sauce that can launch bands into the upper echelons. While examples are numerous, California’s Imperialist is poised to demonstrate their potential for genuine longevity with third LP, Prime. Having already broken the Score Safety Counter with 2018’s Cipher, the sci-fi black metal quartet returned to impress our Elitist on staff again in 2021 with follow-up, Zenith. Now, four years later and with an EP in between, Imperialist sets its crosshairs on Prime to deliver their third quality record in a row.

Longtime followers of Imperialist’s cosmic flight path will notice that the foursome has stayed true to its blackened foundation. Sergio Soto and Bryant Quinones’ trem-picked guitars and stylish shredding—á la Dissection and Immortal—fuse with Rod Quinones’ explosive blast beats and Soto’s callous snarls to power their apocalyptic and space-faring narrative. However, on Prime, Imperialist updates their design, discarding the “loose screws” of previous albums for a meaner, more streamlined edge. The quartet’s songwriting has become more refined, featuring fluid transitions, engaging leads and solos, and strong, memorable riffs that anchor their high-energy sound. Everything about Prime is bigger, better, and more powerful than before, from the intense and technical performances to Eliran Kantor’s stunning cover art and Dan “The Man” Swanö’s excellent mix. The result is a full-force attack that hits with all its might, making Prime Imperialist’s most impressive effort to date.

Through years of dedication, Imperialist has weaponized its proven blueprint, transforming into a razor-sharp cohesive assault. Soto and Quinones’ guitars lead the charge, delivering a terrestrial invasion of light-speed tremolo runs and hooky, head-banging riffs packed full of cataclysmic energy perfectly suited for Prime’s apocalyptic premise. Imperialist prominently evolved its sound by adding melodic leads and solos that are both tasteful and technical, prioritizing emotion and phrase over showmanship to give Prime’s nine tracks greater punch and charisma. Their solos—with harmonic fluency (“A Ghost Abandoned,” “Beneath the Sands of Titan”), wah accents (“Starstorm,” “A Ghost Abandoned”), and expressive feel (“Final Hours,” “Nocturnal Eon”)—balance technicality with musical intuition while also contributing to Imperialist’s saga. Serving as the main force behind Prime’s storytelling, Soto’s vocal performance immerses the listener into the album’s vast narrative, as his tone, delivery and lyrical content perfectly marry Prime’s musical aggression with their thematic vision. His delivery has a great thrashy snarl that is flat-out mean, sounding like a mix between David DiSanto (Vektor) and Abbath (Immortal) while still retaining sharp and clear enunciation.

Prime hits hard from the start with “Starstorm” and sustains that high-energy approach for most of its forty-five-minute runtime. Bolstering Prime’s sound, Swanö’s mix forgoes the sterile feel of past albums for a lively and organic one, allowing each instrument room to breathe while pushing Soto’s vocals to the forefront. Interlude, “Heavens Sunder,” fits into the album’s arc perfectly and makes the return to Prime’s aggressive final half feel even heavier. The decision to include an interlude at the album’s midpoint was a smart move, especially given that a lack of song variation has historically been Imperialist’s Achilles’ heel. And yet, the back half of Prime still falters as its momentum wanes. “Union of the Swarm” and “Nocturnal Eon” are solid but feel less compelling, lacking the memorability of the album’s stronger tracks. Prime could have improved its staying power with greater differentiation between these songs and the album’s other material or by trimming one altogether. Fortunately, the triumphant “A Ghost Abandoned” breaks this pattern. With its sauntering rhythm, it provides a welcome change of pace before its satisfying, drifting outro delivers a sense of a completed journey, from initial onslaught to a final, fading resolution.

While it just misses greatness, Prime is without a doubt Imperialist’s most cohesive and powerful album to date. The group has successfully addressed nearly all the lingering issues from their past work while adding new depth to their sound. With Prime, these Californians are operating near the apex of their craft, having now released three consecutive quality black metal albums that cement them as one of the genre’s premier acts. No one knows where Imperialist go from here, but Prime is a journey that deserves your attention.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity
Websites: imperialistus.bandcamp.com/music | imperialistofficial.com | facebook.com/Imperialistofficial
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#2025 #35 #AmericanMetalMetal #BlackMetal #Dissection #Immortal #Imperialist #Prime #Review #Reviews #Sep25 #TranscendingObscurity #Vektor

Imperialist – Prime Review

By Owlswald

Crafting a great or excellent record is a remarkable feat. But it’s another challenge entirely to consistently churn out banger after banger. This kind of consistency is the not-so-secret sauce that can launch bands into the upper echelons. While examples are numerous, California’s Imperialist is poised to demonstrate their potential for genuine longevity with third LP, Prime. Having already broken the Score Safety Counter with 2018’s Cipher, the sci-fi black metal quartet returned to impress our Elitist on staff again in 2021 with follow-up, Zenith. Now, four years later and with an EP in between, Imperialist sets its crosshairs on Prime to deliver their third quality record in a row.

Longtime followers of Imperialist’s cosmic flight path will notice that the foursome has stayed true to its blackened foundation. Sergio Soto and Bryant Quinones’ trem-picked guitars and stylish shredding—á la Dissection and Immortal—fuse with Rod Quinones’ explosive blast beats and Soto’s callous snarls to power their apocalyptic and space-faring narrative. However, on Prime, Imperialist updates their design, discarding the “loose screws” of previous albums for a meaner, more streamlined edge. The quartet’s songwriting has become more refined, featuring fluid transitions, engaging leads and solos, and strong, memorable riffs that anchor their high-energy sound. Everything about Prime is bigger, better, and more powerful than before, from the intense and technical performances to Eliran Kantor’s stunning cover art and Dan “The Man” Swanö’s excellent mix. The result is a full-force attack that hits with all its might, making Prime Imperialist’s most impressive effort to date.

Through years of dedication, Imperialist has weaponized its proven blueprint, transforming into a razor-sharp cohesive assault. Soto and Quinones’ guitars lead the charge, delivering a terrestrial invasion of light-speed tremolo runs and hooky, head-banging riffs packed full of cataclysmic energy perfectly suited for Prime’s apocalyptic premise. Imperialist prominently evolved its sound by adding melodic leads and solos that are both tasteful and technical, prioritizing emotion and phrase over showmanship to give Prime’s nine tracks greater punch and charisma. Their solos—with harmonic fluency (“A Ghost Abandoned,” “Beneath the Sands of Titan”), wah accents (“Starstorm,” “A Ghost Abandoned”), and expressive feel (“Final Hours,” “Nocturnal Eon”)—balance technicality with musical intuition while also contributing to Imperialist’s saga. Serving as the main force behind Prime’s storytelling, Soto’s vocal performance immerses the listener into the album’s vast narrative, as his tone, delivery and lyrical content perfectly marry Prime’s musical aggression with their thematic vision. His delivery has a great thrashy snarl that is flat-out mean, sounding like a mix between David DiSanto (Vektor) and Abbath (Immortal) while still retaining sharp and clear enunciation.

Prime hits hard from the start with “Starstorm” and sustains that high-energy approach for most of its forty-five-minute runtime. Bolstering Prime’s sound, Swanö’s mix forgoes the sterile feel of past albums for a lively and organic one, allowing each instrument room to breathe while pushing Soto’s vocals to the forefront. Interlude, “Heavens Sunder,” fits into the album’s arc perfectly and makes the return to Prime’s aggressive final half feel even heavier. The decision to include an interlude at the album’s midpoint was a smart move, especially given that a lack of song variation has historically been Imperialist’s Achilles’ heel. And yet, the back half of Prime still falters as its momentum wanes. “Union of the Swarm” and “Nocturnal Eon” are solid but feel less compelling, lacking the memorability of the album’s stronger tracks. Prime could have improved its staying power with greater differentiation between these songs and the album’s other material or by trimming one altogether. Fortunately, the triumphant “A Ghost Abandoned” breaks this pattern. With its sauntering rhythm, it provides a welcome change of pace before its satisfying, drifting outro delivers a sense of a completed journey, from initial onslaught to a final, fading resolution.

While it just misses greatness, Prime is without a doubt Imperialist’s most cohesive and powerful album to date. The group has successfully addressed nearly all the lingering issues from their past work while adding new depth to their sound. With Prime, these Californians are operating near the apex of their craft, having now released three consecutive quality black metal albums that cement them as one of the genre’s premier acts. No one knows where Imperialist go from here, but Prime is a journey that deserves your attention.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity
Websites: imperialistus.bandcamp.com/music | imperialistofficial.com | facebook.com/Imperialistofficial
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

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Imperialist – Prime Review

By Owlswald

Crafting a great or excellent record is a remarkable feat. But it’s another challenge entirely to consistently churn out banger after banger. This kind of consistency is the not-so-secret sauce that can launch bands into the upper echelons. While examples are numerous, California’s Imperialist is poised to demonstrate their potential for genuine longevity with third LP, Prime. Having already broken the Score Safety Counter with 2018’s Cipher, the sci-fi black metal quartet returned to impress our Elitist on staff again in 2021 with follow-up, Zenith. Now, four years later and with an EP in between, Imperialist sets its crosshairs on Prime to deliver their third quality record in a row.

Longtime followers of Imperialist’s cosmic flight path will notice that the foursome has stayed true to its blackened foundation. Sergio Soto and Bryant Quinones’ trem-picked guitars and stylish shredding—á la Dissection and Immortal—fuse with Rod Quinones’ explosive blast beats and Soto’s callous snarls to power their apocalyptic and space-faring narrative. However, on Prime, Imperialist updates their design, discarding the “loose screws” of previous albums for a meaner, more streamlined edge. The quartet’s songwriting has become more refined, featuring fluid transitions, engaging leads and solos, and strong, memorable riffs that anchor their high-energy sound. Everything about Prime is bigger, better, and more powerful than before, from the intense and technical performances to Eliran Kantor’s stunning cover art and Dan “The Man” Swanö’s excellent mix. The result is a full-force attack that hits with all its might, making Prime Imperialist’s most impressive effort to date.

Through years of dedication, Imperialist has weaponized its proven blueprint, transforming into a razor-sharp cohesive assault. Soto and Quinones’ guitars lead the charge, delivering a terrestrial invasion of light-speed tremolo runs and hooky, head-banging riffs packed full of cataclysmic energy perfectly suited for Prime’s apocalyptic premise. Imperialist prominently evolved its sound by adding melodic leads and solos that are both tasteful and technical, prioritizing emotion and phrase over showmanship to give Prime’s nine tracks greater punch and charisma. Their solos—with harmonic fluency (“A Ghost Abandoned,” “Beneath the Sands of Titan”), wah accents (“Starstorm,” “A Ghost Abandoned”), and expressive feel (“Final Hours,” “Nocturnal Eon”)—balance technicality with musical intuition while also contributing to Imperialist’s saga. Serving as the main force behind Prime’s storytelling, Soto’s vocal performance immerses the listener into the album’s vast narrative, as his tone, delivery and lyrical content perfectly marry Prime’s musical aggression with their thematic vision. His delivery has a great thrashy snarl that is flat-out mean, sounding like a mix between David DiSanto (Vektor) and Abbath (Immortal) while still retaining sharp and clear enunciation.

Prime hits hard from the start with “Starstorm” and sustains that high-energy approach for most of its forty-five-minute runtime. Bolstering Prime’s sound, Swanö’s mix forgoes the sterile feel of past albums for a lively and organic one, allowing each instrument room to breathe while pushing Soto’s vocals to the forefront. Interlude, “Heavens Sunder,” fits into the album’s arc perfectly and makes the return to Prime’s aggressive final half feel even heavier. The decision to include an interlude at the album’s midpoint was a smart move, especially given that a lack of song variation has historically been Imperialist’s Achilles’ heel. And yet, the back half of Prime still falters as its momentum wanes. “Union of the Swarm” and “Nocturnal Eon” are solid but feel less compelling, lacking the memorability of the album’s stronger tracks. Prime could have improved its staying power with greater differentiation between these songs and the album’s other material or by trimming one altogether. Fortunately, the triumphant “A Ghost Abandoned” breaks this pattern. With its sauntering rhythm, it provides a welcome change of pace before its satisfying, drifting outro delivers a sense of a completed journey, from initial onslaught to a final, fading resolution.

While it just misses greatness, Prime is without a doubt Imperialist’s most cohesive and powerful album to date. The group has successfully addressed nearly all the lingering issues from their past work while adding new depth to their sound. With Prime, these Californians are operating near the apex of their craft, having now released three consecutive quality black metal albums that cement them as one of the genre’s premier acts. No one knows where Imperialist go from here, but Prime is a journey that deserves your attention.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity
Websites: imperialistus.bandcamp.com/music | imperialistofficial.com | facebook.com/Imperialistofficial
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

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