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https://www.europesays.com/at/147982/ Die Metal-Alben der Woche vom 08.05. mit Draconian, Fateful Finality u.a. #Alben #AT #Austria #Draconian #Entertainment #FatefulFinality #Ingested #Music #Musik #Neuerscheinungen #Österreich #Releases #Sacriversum #Unterhaltung #Veröffentlichungen

INGESTED (Regne Unit) presenta nou àlbum: "Denigration" #Ingested #Slam #BrutalDeathMetal #Deathcore #Maig2026 #RegneUnit #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

INGESTED (Regne Unit) presenta nou àlbum: "Denigration" #Ingested #Slam #BrutalDeathMetal #Deathcore #Maig2026 #RegneUnit #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

It is hard to believe that Ingested is hitting their eighth record. A band that managed to bring slam to the relative mainstream, combining the grotesque, guttural brutality of extreme music with more core-infused elements. Their previous record, The Tide of Death and Fractured Dreams, leaned a little too hard into these elements. Losing much of the slam and focusing on simplified song structures to its detriment. Their latest release, Denigration, marks the first without founding vocalist Jason Evans, someone who defined the sound of Ingested. Unfortunately for the band, the album is also marked by tumult. With the departure of Evans, his replacement was quickly outed over sexual assault allegations, and at the last minute, guitarists Sean Haynes and Andrew Virrueta took over. The album was re-tooled to replace the vocals (something I commend the band for wholeheartedly), but was something excised in the process, or is it a return to form for a band that had seemingly lost its extreme roots?

I hate to break it to you, but Denigration is an album as messy as the story behind its creation. The album starts strongly, and unfortunately enough, with what is probably its best track. Half the band screams the opening line before the song drops into an absolute blast of destructive drumming. The track is simple but effective, and contains just enough variety and speed to keep things interesting. Haynes and Virrueta do an admirable job bringing heft and technical skill to each track, but they too often devolve into the same bouncing slam riffs to the point of bleeding together. Individual songs are hard to tell apart, and while founding drummer Lyn Jeffs has always been talented, the snare production basically kills his entire performance. This is nearly St. Anger levels of snare-tragedy, and the drums aren’t the only victim; production across the record is uniformly terrible.

Denigration’s Achilles heel is its soundscape. While dynamic range isn’t necessarily a surefire sign of quality, this album has songs that go as low as a 2 on the scale. Tracks are a cacophony in the worst way; the snare is downright grating and overly loud, while the rest blends into a miasma of noise and chuggery. This is an album with so little range between individual tracks that it can feel like one long song, which is grueling for a slam record. Top this with the fact that the last-minute fill-in vocalists are clearly amateurs, especially compared to Evans, and you get an album that sounds like a debut by a young band making early mistakes. I have to imagine replacing the vocals at the last minute did serious damage to their original mix, but Ingested has a history of production issues on top of this. Combining these two has made for an album that can hurt to listen to at times.

I don’t mean to disparage the band; in fact, this was a record I was genuinely hoping would be great. I have always had a soft spot for Ingested’s unique brand of slamcore. Evans vocals are top-tier, and they were always willing to take the genre to creative places. Julia Frau’s vocals on “Ashes Lie Still,” Kirk Windstein’s epic chorus on “Another Breath,” and Josh Middleton’s on “Expect to Fail” define the band’s willingness to explore their sound. On Denigration, the guests only work to divert from the monotony between tracks; even then, their addition feels perfunctory. This doesn’t feel like the band that wrote bangers like “Misery Leech,” “Skinned and Fucked,” or “The List.” At least they are trying to emulate their slam roots with a more streamlined sound built around the classic Chug & Guttural™ combo. There will be those who find this record more palatable than Ingested’s recent deathcore-adjacent trajectory, even if the production takes crushed and curb-stomps it.

When I originally started spinning Denigration for review, numerous elements kept coming to my attention that now feel obvious, seeing how many things changed at the last minute. What should have been a creative refresh for a band that felt like it was relying a little too much on vocal talent has turned into the exact opposite. Denigration fails to bring the hooks, a key to any good slam record, while also being hamstrung by terrible production, middling vocals, and a lack of creativity. Hopefully, Ingested can come back stronger from all this and make the great album I know they are capable of, but all Denigration did was send me straight to the band’s better records.

Rating: Bad
DR: 3| Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Official Site
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

It is hard to believe that Ingested is hitting their eighth record. A band that managed to bring slam to the relative mainstream, combining the grotesque, guttural brutality of extreme music with more core-infused elements. Their previous record, The Tide of Death and Fractured Dreams, leaned a little too hard into these elements. Losing much of the slam and focusing on simplified song structures to its detriment. Their latest release, Denigration, marks the first without founding vocalist Jason Evans, someone who defined the sound of Ingested. Unfortunately for the band, the album is also marked by tumult. With the departure of Evans, his replacement was quickly outed over sexual assault allegations, and at the last minute, guitarists Sean Haynes and Andrew Virrueta took over. The album was re-tooled to replace the vocals (something I commend the band for wholeheartedly), but was something excised in the process, or is it a return to form for a band that had seemingly lost its extreme roots?

I hate to break it to you, but Denigration is an album as messy as the story behind its creation. The album starts strongly, and unfortunately enough, with what is probably its best track. Half the band screams the opening line before the song drops into an absolute blast of destructive drumming. The track is simple but effective, and contains just enough variety and speed to keep things interesting. Haynes and Virrueta do an admirable job bringing heft and technical skill to each track, but they too often devolve into the same bouncing slam riffs to the point of bleeding together. Individual songs are hard to tell apart, and while founding drummer Lyn Jeffs has always been talented, the snare production basically kills his entire performance. This is nearly St. Anger levels of snare-tragedy, and the drums aren’t the only victim; production across the record is uniformly terrible.

Denigration’s Achilles heel is its soundscape. While dynamic range isn’t necessarily a surefire sign of quality, this album has songs that go as low as a 2 on the scale. Tracks are a cacophony in the worst way; the snare is downright grating and overly loud, while the rest blends into a miasma of noise and chuggery. This is an album with so little range between individual tracks that it can feel like one long song, which is grueling for a slam record. Top this with the fact that the last-minute fill-in vocalists are clearly amateurs, especially compared to Evans, and you get an album that sounds like a debut by a young band making early mistakes. I have to imagine replacing the vocals at the last minute did serious damage to their original mix, but Ingested has a history of production issues on top of this. Combining these two has made for an album that can hurt to listen to at times.

I don’t mean to disparage the band; in fact, this was a record I was genuinely hoping would be great. I have always had a soft spot for Ingested’s unique brand of slamcore. Evans vocals are top-tier, and they were always willing to take the genre to creative places. Julia Frau’s vocals on “Ashes Lie Still,” Kirk Windstein’s epic chorus on “Another Breath,” and Josh Middleton’s on “Expect to Fail” define the band’s willingness to explore their sound. On Denigration, the guests only work to divert from the monotony between tracks; even then, their addition feels perfunctory. This doesn’t feel like the band that wrote bangers like “Misery Leech,” “Skinned and Fucked,” or “The List.” At least they are trying to emulate their slam roots with a more streamlined sound built around the classic Chug & Guttural™ combo. There will be those who find this record more palatable than Ingested’s recent deathcore-adjacent trajectory, even if the production takes crushed and curb-stomps it.

When I originally started spinning Denigration for review, numerous elements kept coming to my attention that now feel obvious, seeing how many things changed at the last minute. What should have been a creative refresh for a band that felt like it was relying a little too much on vocal talent has turned into the exact opposite. Denigration fails to bring the hooks, a key to any good slam record, while also being hamstrung by terrible production, middling vocals, and a lack of creativity. Hopefully, Ingested can come back stronger from all this and make the great album I know they are capable of, but all Denigration did was send me straight to the band’s better records.

Rating: Bad
DR: 3| Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Official Site
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

It is hard to believe that Ingested is hitting their eighth record. A band that managed to bring slam to the relative mainstream, combining the grotesque, guttural brutality of extreme music with more core-infused elements. Their previous record, The Tide of Death and Fractured Dreams, leaned a little too hard into these elements. Losing much of the slam and focusing on simplified song structures to its detriment. Their latest release, Denigration, marks the first without founding vocalist Jason Evans, someone who defined the sound of Ingested. Unfortunately for the band, the album is also marked by tumult. With the departure of Evans, his replacement was quickly outed over sexual assault allegations, and at the last minute, guitarists Sean Haynes and Andrew Virrueta took over. The album was re-tooled to replace the vocals (something I commend the band for wholeheartedly), but was something excised in the process, or is it a return to form for a band that had seemingly lost its extreme roots?

I hate to break it to you, but Denigration is an album as messy as the story behind its creation. The album starts strongly, and unfortunately enough, with what is probably its best track. Half the band screams the opening line before the song drops into an absolute blast of destructive drumming. The track is simple but effective, and contains just enough variety and speed to keep things interesting. Haynes and Virrueta do an admirable job bringing heft and technical skill to each track, but they too often devolve into the same bouncing slam riffs to the point of bleeding together. Individual songs are hard to tell apart, and while founding drummer Lyn Jeffs has always been talented, the snare production basically kills his entire performance. This is nearly St. Anger levels of snare-tragedy, and the drums aren’t the only victim; production across the record is uniformly terrible.

Denigration’s Achilles heel is its soundscape. While dynamic range isn’t necessarily a surefire sign of quality, this album has songs that go as low as a 2 on the scale. Tracks are a cacophony in the worst way; the snare is downright grating and overly loud, while the rest blends into a miasma of noise and chuggery. This is an album with so little range between individual tracks that it can feel like one long song, which is grueling for a slam record. Top this with the fact that the last-minute fill-in vocalists are clearly amateurs, especially compared to Evans, and you get an album that sounds like a debut by a young band making early mistakes. I have to imagine replacing the vocals at the last minute did serious damage to their original mix, but Ingested has a history of production issues on top of this. Combining these two has made for an album that can hurt to listen to at times.

I don’t mean to disparage the band; in fact, this was a record I was genuinely hoping would be great. I have always had a soft spot for Ingested’s unique brand of slamcore. Evans vocals are top-tier, and they were always willing to take the genre to creative places. Julia Frau’s vocals on “Ashes Lie Still,” Kirk Windstein’s epic chorus on “Another Breath,” and Josh Middleton’s on “Expect to Fail” define the band’s willingness to explore their sound. On Denigration, the guests only work to divert from the monotony between tracks; even then, their addition feels perfunctory. This doesn’t feel like the band that wrote bangers like “Misery Leech,” “Skinned and Fucked,” or “The List.” At least they are trying to emulate their slam roots with a more streamlined sound built around the classic Chug & Guttural™ combo. There will be those who find this record more palatable than Ingested’s recent deathcore-adjacent trajectory, even if the production takes crushed and curb-stomps it.

When I originally started spinning Denigration for review, numerous elements kept coming to my attention that now feel obvious, seeing how many things changed at the last minute. What should have been a creative refresh for a band that felt like it was relying a little too much on vocal talent has turned into the exact opposite. Denigration fails to bring the hooks, a key to any good slam record, while also being hamstrung by terrible production, middling vocals, and a lack of creativity. Hopefully, Ingested can come back stronger from all this and make the great album I know they are capable of, but all Denigration did was send me straight to the band’s better records.

Rating: Bad
DR: 3| Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Official Site
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

It is hard to believe that Ingested is hitting their eighth record. A band that managed to bring slam to the relative mainstream, combining the grotesque, guttural brutality of extreme music with more core-infused elements. Their previous record, The Tide of Death and Fractured Dreams, leaned a little too hard into these elements. Losing much of the slam and focusing on simplified song structures to its detriment. Their latest release, Denigration, marks the first without founding vocalist Jason Evans, someone who defined the sound of Ingested. Unfortunately for the band, the album is also marked by tumult. With the departure of Evans, his replacement was quickly outed over sexual assault allegations, and at the last minute, guitarists Sean Haynes and Andrew Virrueta took over. The album was re-tooled to replace the vocals (something I commend the band for wholeheartedly), but was something excised in the process, or is it a return to form for a band that had seemingly lost its extreme roots?

I hate to break it to you, but Denigration is an album as messy as the story behind its creation. The album starts strongly, and unfortunately enough, with what is probably its best track. Half the band screams the opening line before the song drops into an absolute blast of destructive drumming. The track is simple but effective, and contains just enough variety and speed to keep things interesting. Haynes and Virrueta do an admirable job bringing heft and technical skill to each track, but they too often devolve into the same bouncing slam riffs to the point of bleeding together. Individual songs are hard to tell apart, and while founding drummer Lyn Jeffs has always been talented, the snare production basically kills his entire performance. This is nearly St. Anger levels of snare-tragedy, and the drums aren’t the only victim; production across the record is uniformly terrible.

Denigration’s Achilles heel is its soundscape. While dynamic range isn’t necessarily a surefire sign of quality, this album has songs that go as low as a 2 on the scale. Tracks are a cacophony in the worst way; the snare is downright grating and overly loud, while the rest blends into a miasma of noise and chuggery. This is an album with so little range between individual tracks that it can feel like one long song, which is grueling for a slam record. Top this with the fact that the last-minute fill-in vocalists are clearly amateurs, especially compared to Evans, and you get an album that sounds like a debut by a young band making early mistakes. I have to imagine replacing the vocals at the last minute did serious damage to their original mix, but Ingested has a history of production issues on top of this. Combining these two has made for an album that can hurt to listen to at times.

I don’t mean to disparage the band; in fact, this was a record I was genuinely hoping would be great. I have always had a soft spot for Ingested’s unique brand of slamcore. Evans vocals are top-tier, and they were always willing to take the genre to creative places. Julia Frau’s vocals on “Ashes Lie Still,” Kirk Windstein’s epic chorus on “Another Breath,” and Josh Middleton’s on “Expect to Fail” define the band’s willingness to explore their sound. On Denigration, the guests only work to divert from the monotony between tracks; even then, their addition feels perfunctory. This doesn’t feel like the band that wrote bangers like “Misery Leech,” “Skinned and Fucked,” or “The List.” At least they are trying to emulate their slam roots with a more streamlined sound built around the classic Chug & Guttural™ combo. There will be those who find this record more palatable than Ingested’s recent deathcore-adjacent trajectory, even if the production takes crushed and curb-stomps it.

When I originally started spinning Denigration for review, numerous elements kept coming to my attention that now feel obvious, seeing how many things changed at the last minute. What should have been a creative refresh for a band that felt like it was relying a little too much on vocal talent has turned into the exact opposite. Denigration fails to bring the hooks, a key to any good slam record, while also being hamstrung by terrible production, middling vocals, and a lack of creativity. Hopefully, Ingested can come back stronger from all this and make the great album I know they are capable of, but all Denigration did was send me straight to the band’s better records.

Rating: Bad
DR: 3| Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Official Site
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

It is hard to believe that Ingested is hitting their eighth record. A band that managed to bring slam to the relative mainstream, combining the grotesque, guttural brutality of extreme music with more core-infused elements. Their previous record, The Tide of Death and Fractured Dreams, leaned a little too hard into these elements. Losing much of the slam and focusing on simplified song structures to its detriment. Their latest release, Denigration, marks the first without founding vocalist Jason Evans, someone who defined the sound of Ingested. Unfortunately for the band, the album is also marked by tumult. With the departure of Evans, his replacement was quickly outed over sexual assault allegations, and at the last minute, guitarists Sean Haynes and Andrew Virrueta took over. The album was re-tooled to replace the vocals (something I commend the band for wholeheartedly), but was something excised in the process, or is it a return to form for a band that had seemingly lost its extreme roots?

I hate to break it to you, but Denigration is an album as messy as the story behind its creation. The album starts strongly, and unfortunately enough, with what is probably its best track. Half the band screams the opening line before the song drops into an absolute blast of destructive drumming. The track is simple but effective, and contains just enough variety and speed to keep things interesting. Haynes and Virrueta do an admirable job bringing heft and technical skill to each track, but they too often devolve into the same bouncing slam riffs to the point of bleeding together. Individual songs are hard to tell apart, and while founding drummer Lyn Jeffs has always been talented, the snare production basically kills his entire performance. This is nearly St. Anger levels of snare-tragedy, and the drums aren’t the only victim; production across the record is uniformly terrible.

Denigration’s Achilles heel is its soundscape. While dynamic range isn’t necessarily a surefire sign of quality, this album has songs that go as low as a 2 on the scale. Tracks are a cacophony in the worst way; the snare is downright grating and overly loud, while the rest blends into a miasma of noise and chuggery. This is an album with so little range between individual tracks that it can feel like one long song, which is grueling for a slam record. Top this with the fact that the last-minute fill-in vocalists are clearly amateurs, especially compared to Evans, and you get an album that sounds like a debut by a young band making early mistakes. I have to imagine replacing the vocals at the last minute did serious damage to their original mix, but Ingested has a history of production issues on top of this. Combining these two has made for an album that can hurt to listen to at times.

I don’t mean to disparage the band; in fact, this was a record I was genuinely hoping would be great. I have always had a soft spot for Ingested’s unique brand of slamcore. Evans vocals are top-tier, and they were always willing to take the genre to creative places. Julia Frau’s vocals on “Ashes Lie Still,” Kirk Windstein’s epic chorus on “Another Breath,” and Josh Middleton’s on “Expect to Fail” define the band’s willingness to explore their sound. On Denigration, the guests only work to divert from the monotony between tracks; even then, their addition feels perfunctory. This doesn’t feel like the band that wrote bangers like “Misery Leech,” “Skinned and Fucked,” or “The List.” At least they are trying to emulate their slam roots with a more streamlined sound built around the classic Chug & Guttural™ combo. There will be those who find this record more palatable than Ingested’s recent deathcore-adjacent trajectory, even if the production takes crushed and curb-stomps it.

When I originally started spinning Denigration for review, numerous elements kept coming to my attention that now feel obvious, seeing how many things changed at the last minute. What should have been a creative refresh for a band that felt like it was relying a little too much on vocal talent has turned into the exact opposite. Denigration fails to bring the hooks, a key to any good slam record, while also being hamstrung by terrible production, middling vocals, and a lack of creativity. Hopefully, Ingested can come back stronger from all this and make the great album I know they are capable of, but all Denigration did was send me straight to the band’s better records.

Rating: Bad
DR: 3| Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Official Site
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

#Ingested
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New post: Manchester legends Ingested unleash new single featuring John Gallagher of Dying Fetus https://moshville.co.uk/news/2026/04/manchester-legends-ingested-unleash-new-single-featuring-john-gallagher-of-dying-fetus/ #Ingested

Ob Bodysnatcher in Hamburg abgerissen haben? LOGO! – ein Livebericht vom Konzert im Hamburger LOGO

Ob Bodysnatcher in Hamburg abgerissen haben? LOGO! – ein Livebericht vom Konzert im Hamburger LOGO – frontstage-magazine.de Cookie…
#Hamburg #Deutschland #Deutsch #DE #Schlagzeilen #Headlines #Nachrichten #News #Europe #Europa #EU #BIGASSTRUCK #Bodysnatcher #Germany #hamburg #Ingested #Psycho-Frame #Review
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JOSH DAVIES On Being Fired From INGESTED Due to Sexual Misconduct Allegations: “I Stand Firm That I Have Never Abused Or Taken Advantage Of Anyone”

A few weeks ago, vocalist Josh Davies was abruptly removed from deathcore group Ingested after sexual abuse allegations…
#NewsBeep #News #Music #Entertainment #featured2 #Ingested #joshdavies #UK #UnitedKingdom
https://www.newsbeep.com/uk/465180/

https://www.europesays.com/ie/374882/ JOSH DAVIES On Being Fired From INGESTED Due to Sexual Misconduct Allegations: “I Stand Firm That I Have Never Abused Or Taken Advantage Of Anyone” #Éire #Entertainment #featured2 #IE #Ingested #Ireland #JoshDavies #Music

Pantheon by Ingested on Apple Music https://song.link/us/i/1719019190
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Pantheon by Ingested on Apple Music https://song.link/us/i/1719019190
#Ingested #Metal #HeavyMetalMusic #NowPlaying #Musicchannel #Mastoradio #Music #AppleMusic #MastodonMusic

Pantheon by Ingested on Apple Music https://song.link/us/i/1719019190
#Ingested #Metal #HeavyMetalMusic #NowPlaying #Musicchannel #Mastoradio #Music #AppleMusic #MastodonMusic

Pantheon by Ingested on Apple Music https://song.link/us/i/1719019190
#Ingested #Metal #HeavyMetalMusic #NowPlaying #Musicchannel #Mastoradio #Music #AppleMusic #MastodonMusic

Metal Blade Video 🤘 Ingested smashing faces LIVE at the Arch Recording Studio to "Paragon Of Purity"! #ingested #metal: Filmed in December 2024 at The Arch Recording Studios in Southport, UK. Featuring "Paragon Of Purity" ('The Tide Of Death And Fractured Dreams' 2024).

CREDITS
Audio Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by: Nico Beninato www.nicobeninato.com
Filmed & Edited by: Loki Films… http://dlvr.it/TQTd5J LinkInBio for More 🤘 #MetalBladeRecords #HeavyMetal #Metal

https://www.europesays.com/nl/114952/ Ov Sulfur – Endless | Zware Metalen #Amusement #BlackenedDeathcore #carcosa #CenturyMedia #deathcore #distant #Dutch #endless #Entertainment #ingested #Music #Muziek #Nederland #Nederlanden #Nederlands #Netherlands #NL #OvSulfur #SymfonicDeathcore

#nowPlaying 🔥 🔥 🔥

Ov Sulfur - Endless (24-bit HD audio)

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#blackMetal #blackenedDeathcore #carcosa #deathMetal #deathcore #ingested #metal #metalcore #distant #lasVegas

#nowPlaying 🔥 🔥 🔥

Ov Sulfur - Endless (24-bit HD audio)

https://ovsulfur.bandcamp.com/album/endless-24-bit-hd-audio

#blackMetal #blackenedDeathcore #carcosa #deathMetal #deathcore #ingested #metal #metalcore #distant #lasVegas

Metal Blade Video 🤘 New Ingested • "Nefarious Tongues" - turn that volume UP! #ingested #metal #deathmetal #slammetal: WATCH/LISTEN HERE: https://youtu.be/p9I5Oo5yJIw?si=DO_ucyoBTex1I_8w http://dlvr.it/TNswZc LinkInBio for More 🤘 #MetalBladeRecords #HeavyMetal #Metal

Psycho-Frame – Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother Review

Dea…
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https://www.newsbeep.com/au/60544/

Psycho-Frame – Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother Review

By Dear Hollow

Deathcore doesn’t give a shit. There was a moment when bands like Lorna Shore and Slaughter to Prevail attempted to make deathcore more accessible to other metal fans, incorporating blackened/symphonic textures or nu-metal influences. However terrible, solid, milquetoast, or well-intentioned you found it, that’s not the spirit of deathcore. Psycho-Frame has steadily been building a fanbase around their particularly unhinged take on deathcore with the release of 2023 EPs Remote God Seeker and Automatic Death Protocol, and we’re finally faced with a full-length debut: Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother. But don’t expect heavyhandedness – expect just heavy. Dumb heavy. Basically, the music for the sellout. Get those fists swingin’, Hot Topic frequenters! We’re goin’ to the mall.

Psycho-Frame embodies a trend in deathcore that is layered in nostalgia. Fearing that the style has lost its teeth, bands like the nation-spanning six-piece1 embrace the days of MySpace (think old-school Chelsea Grin or Bring Me the Horizon). It’s raw, groovy, and devastating, brandishing a brand wavering between thick-ass breakdowns settling on the ocean floor and lightning-fast blastbeats and unhinged technical thrills. Psycho-Frame otherwise benefits from a two-vocal attack, with Mike Sugars relying on a tough Frankie Palmeri bark attack while Jonathan Whittle offers fierce shrieks, horrific bellows, and the occasional pig squeal. It’s big, dumb fun that doesn’t overstay its welcome, embracing a savage edge contrary to contemporary acts off the same ilk: the rawness of Killing of a Sacred Deer or the melodic technicality of Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Psycho-Frame emerges as the elite, its loud and ouchy production amped to louder and ouchier, its vocal attack barbaric and ominous, and its songwriting whiplash-inducing. It’s everything you love – and loathe – about deathcore.

There’s little nuance in Salvation Laughs – if it’s thoughtful songwriting and careful construction you’re after, Psycho-Frame ain’t it. It doesn’t have a lick of the tragedy its title implies because, remember, deathcore doesn’t give a shit. It recalls the chaos of This is Exile-era Whitechapel, The Cleansing-era Suicide Silence, or self-titled Chelsea Grin in its chunky viciousness and stonewalled rigidity. Neck-snapping tempo shifts are a norm, downtempo Black Tongue chugdowns assaulting your ears one second before ravaging them with ripping blastbeats and shredding riffs. Riffiness is a trait not often expounded upon by deathcore, but it appears often throughout Salvation Laughs, giving an unexpected head-bobbing groove and pinch harmonics (“Blueprints for Idol Genocide,” “Endless Agonal Devotion”), jaw-dropping fretboard wizardry that recalls Beneath the Massacre and pairs neatly with numbskull density (“Apocalypse Through Lysergic Possession”), while slam’s gurgling lurch a la Ingested adds nice sonic depravity (“Filleted and Fucked,” “Still Water Salvation”). Each member offers his best, the dual shrieks and roars commanding charisma, the guitars offering flaying technicality and caveman knuckle-dragging meatheadedness equally, bass holding up the sound amid the fray, and drums retain a sharp metallic ring that adds to the unhinged quality Psycho-Frame possesses.

For the same reasons, some will love Psycho-Frame, others will understandably loathe it. In many ways, it feels like the insanity of mid-2000s deathcore distilled into a bullying thirty-eight minutes. It’s relentless, it’s over-the-top, and perfect to make frowny faces at while you windmill your way through the pit. That being said, some parts of the album are guiltier than others: when groove dominates, the result is an insane little number, but when that’s toned down to channel Suicide Silence, it sounds pitifully stale (“The Portal,” “BLACK_WAVE II”). Furthermore, there are short-lived spoken word samples scattered throughout the album, which provide more of a blush than the creepiness factor they are attempting to instill. But apart from the nitpicks, for nearly all the reasons mentioned in the paragraph above, Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can be the thorn in a metalhead’s side – Psycho-Frame is truly an apt representative of deathcore.

For better or worse, Psycho-Frame is deathcore, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else. It’s big and dumb, overly loud and obnoxious, with enough groove, rawness, and wonky tricks to carry its dual vocal attack into something resembling enjoyment. It’s a low-ceiling, low-floor situation, because Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can either bring some fun into your day or utterly ruin it. I had fun with Psycho-Frame because of its refreshing simplicity and relentless brutality – but it’s still a cautionary tale.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed:
Label: Sharptone Records
Websites: psychoframedc.bandcamp.com | psychoframe.com | facebook.com/psychoframedeathcore
Releases Worldwide: July 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BeneathTheMassacre #BlackTongue #BringMeTheHorizon #ChelseaGrin #Deathcore #Ingested #Jul25 #KillingOfASacredDeer #LornaShore #PsychoFrame #Review #Reviews #SalvationLaughsInTheFaceOfAGrievingMother #SharpToneRecords #SlammingDeathcore #SlaughterToPrevail #SuicideSilence #ThusSpokeZarathustra #Whitechapel

Psycho-Frame – Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother Review

By Dear Hollow

Deathcore doesn’t give a shit. There was a moment when bands like Lorna Shore and Slaughter to Prevail attempted to make deathcore more accessible to other metal fans, incorporating blackened/symphonic textures or nu-metal influences. However terrible, solid, milquetoast, or well-intentioned you found it, that’s not the spirit of deathcore. Psycho-Frame has steadily been building a fanbase around their particularly unhinged take on deathcore with the release of 2023 EPs Remote God Seeker and Automatic Death Protocol, and we’re finally faced with a full-length debut: Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother. But don’t expect heavyhandedness – expect just heavy. Dumb heavy. Basically, the music for the sellout. Get those fists swingin’, Hot Topic frequenters! We’re goin’ to the mall.

Psycho-Frame embodies a trend in deathcore that is layered in nostalgia. Fearing that the style has lost its teeth, bands like the nation-spanning six-piece1 embrace the days of MySpace (think old-school Chelsea Grin or Bring Me the Horizon). It’s raw, groovy, and devastating, brandishing a brand wavering between thick-ass breakdowns settling on the ocean floor and lightning-fast blastbeats and unhinged technical thrills. Psycho-Frame otherwise benefits from a two-vocal attack, with Mike Sugars relying on a tough Frankie Palmeri bark attack while Jonathan Whittle offers fierce shrieks, horrific bellows, and the occasional pig squeal. It’s big, dumb fun that doesn’t overstay its welcome, embracing a savage edge contrary to contemporary acts off the same ilk: the rawness of Killing of a Sacred Deer or the melodic technicality of Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Psycho-Frame emerges as the elite, its loud and ouchy production amped to louder and ouchier, its vocal attack barbaric and ominous, and its songwriting whiplash-inducing. It’s everything you love – and loathe – about deathcore.

There’s little nuance in Salvation Laughs – if it’s thoughtful songwriting and careful construction you’re after, Psycho-Frame ain’t it. It doesn’t have a lick of the tragedy its title implies because, remember, deathcore doesn’t give a shit. It recalls the chaos of This is Exile-era Whitechapel, The Cleansing-era Suicide Silence, or self-titled Chelsea Grin in its chunky viciousness and stonewalled rigidity. Neck-snapping tempo shifts are a norm, downtempo Black Tongue chugdowns assaulting your ears one second before ravaging them with ripping blastbeats and shredding riffs. Riffiness is a trait not often expounded upon by deathcore, but it appears often throughout Salvation Laughs, giving an unexpected head-bobbing groove and pinch harmonics (“Blueprints for Idol Genocide,” “Endless Agonal Devotion”), jaw-dropping fretboard wizardry that recalls Beneath the Massacre and pairs neatly with numbskull density (“Apocalypse Through Lysergic Possession”), while slam’s gurgling lurch a la Ingested adds nice sonic depravity (“Filleted and Fucked,” “Still Water Salvation”). Each member offers his best, the dual shrieks and roars commanding charisma, the guitars offering flaying technicality and caveman knuckle-dragging meatheadedness equally, bass holding up the sound amid the fray, and drums retain a sharp metallic ring that adds to the unhinged quality Psycho-Frame possesses.

For the same reasons, some will love Psycho-Frame, others will understandably loathe it. In many ways, it feels like the insanity of mid-2000s deathcore distilled into a bullying thirty-eight minutes. It’s relentless, it’s over-the-top, and perfect to make frowny faces at while you windmill your way through the pit. That being said, some parts of the album are guiltier than others: when groove dominates, the result is an insane little number, but when that’s toned down to channel Suicide Silence, it sounds pitifully stale (“The Portal,” “BLACK_WAVE II”). Furthermore, there are short-lived spoken word samples scattered throughout the album, which provide more of a blush than the creepiness factor they are attempting to instill. But apart from the nitpicks, for nearly all the reasons mentioned in the paragraph above, Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can be the thorn in a metalhead’s side – Psycho-Frame is truly an apt representative of deathcore.

For better or worse, Psycho-Frame is deathcore, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else. It’s big and dumb, overly loud and obnoxious, with enough groove, rawness, and wonky tricks to carry its dual vocal attack into something resembling enjoyment. It’s a low-ceiling, low-floor situation, because Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can either bring some fun into your day or utterly ruin it. I had fun with Psycho-Frame because of its refreshing simplicity and relentless brutality – but it’s still a cautionary tale.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed:
Label: Sharptone Records
Websites: psychoframedc.bandcamp.com | psychoframe.com | facebook.com/psychoframedeathcore
Releases Worldwide: July 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BeneathTheMassacre #BlackTongue #BringMeTheHorizon #ChelseaGrin #Deathcore #Ingested #Jul25 #KillingOfASacredDeer #LornaShore #PsychoFrame #Review #Reviews #SalvationLaughsInTheFaceOfAGrievingMother #SharpToneRecords #SlammingDeathcore #SlaughterToPrevail #SuicideSilence #ThusSpokeZarathustra #Whitechapel

Psycho-Frame – Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother Review

By Dear Hollow

Deathcore doesn’t give a shit. There was a moment when bands like Lorna Shore and Slaughter to Prevail attempted to make deathcore more accessible to other metal fans, incorporating blackened/symphonic textures or nu-metal influences. However terrible, solid, milquetoast, or well-intentioned you found it, that’s not the spirit of deathcore. Psycho-Frame has steadily been building a fanbase around their particularly unhinged take on deathcore with the release of 2023 EPs Remote God Seeker and Automatic Death Protocol, and we’re finally faced with a full-length debut: Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother. But don’t expect heavyhandedness – expect just heavy. Dumb heavy. Basically, the music for the sellout. Get those fists swingin’, Hot Topic frequenters! We’re goin’ to the mall.

Psycho-Frame embodies a trend in deathcore that is layered in nostalgia. Fearing that the style has lost its teeth, bands like the nation-spanning six-piece1 embrace the days of MySpace (think old-school Chelsea Grin or Bring Me the Horizon). It’s raw, groovy, and devastating, brandishing a brand wavering between thick-ass breakdowns settling on the ocean floor and lightning-fast blastbeats and unhinged technical thrills. Psycho-Frame otherwise benefits from a two-vocal attack, with Mike Sugars relying on a tough Frankie Palmeri bark attack while Jonathan Whittle offers fierce shrieks, horrific bellows, and the occasional pig squeal. It’s big, dumb fun that doesn’t overstay its welcome, embracing a savage edge contrary to contemporary acts off the same ilk: the rawness of Killing of a Sacred Deer or the melodic technicality of Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Psycho-Frame emerges as the elite, its loud and ouchy production amped to louder and ouchier, its vocal attack barbaric and ominous, and its songwriting whiplash-inducing. It’s everything you love – and loathe – about deathcore.

There’s little nuance in Salvation Laughs – if it’s thoughtful songwriting and careful construction you’re after, Psycho-Frame ain’t it. It doesn’t have a lick of the tragedy its title implies because, remember, deathcore doesn’t give a shit. It recalls the chaos of This is Exile-era Whitechapel, The Cleansing-era Suicide Silence, or self-titled Chelsea Grin in its chunky viciousness and stonewalled rigidity. Neck-snapping tempo shifts are a norm, downtempo Black Tongue chugdowns assaulting your ears one second before ravaging them with ripping blastbeats and shredding riffs. Riffiness is a trait not often expounded upon by deathcore, but it appears often throughout Salvation Laughs, giving an unexpected head-bobbing groove and pinch harmonics (“Blueprints for Idol Genocide,” “Endless Agonal Devotion”), jaw-dropping fretboard wizardry that recalls Beneath the Massacre and pairs neatly with numbskull density (“Apocalypse Through Lysergic Possession”), while slam’s gurgling lurch a la Ingested adds nice sonic depravity (“Filleted and Fucked,” “Still Water Salvation”). Each member offers his best, the dual shrieks and roars commanding charisma, the guitars offering flaying technicality and caveman knuckle-dragging meatheadedness equally, bass holding up the sound amid the fray, and drums retain a sharp metallic ring that adds to the unhinged quality Psycho-Frame possesses.

For the same reasons, some will love Psycho-Frame, others will understandably loathe it. In many ways, it feels like the insanity of mid-2000s deathcore distilled into a bullying thirty-eight minutes. It’s relentless, it’s over-the-top, and perfect to make frowny faces at while you windmill your way through the pit. That being said, some parts of the album are guiltier than others: when groove dominates, the result is an insane little number, but when that’s toned down to channel Suicide Silence, it sounds pitifully stale (“The Portal,” “BLACK_WAVE II”). Furthermore, there are short-lived spoken word samples scattered throughout the album, which provide more of a blush than the creepiness factor they are attempting to instill. But apart from the nitpicks, for nearly all the reasons mentioned in the paragraph above, Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can be the thorn in a metalhead’s side – Psycho-Frame is truly an apt representative of deathcore.

For better or worse, Psycho-Frame is deathcore, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else. It’s big and dumb, overly loud and obnoxious, with enough groove, rawness, and wonky tricks to carry its dual vocal attack into something resembling enjoyment. It’s a low-ceiling, low-floor situation, because Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can either bring some fun into your day or utterly ruin it. I had fun with Psycho-Frame because of its refreshing simplicity and relentless brutality – but it’s still a cautionary tale.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed:
Label: Sharptone Records
Websites: psychoframedc.bandcamp.com | psychoframe.com | facebook.com/psychoframedeathcore
Releases Worldwide: July 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BeneathTheMassacre #BlackTongue #BringMeTheHorizon #ChelseaGrin #Deathcore #Ingested #Jul25 #KillingOfASacredDeer #LornaShore #PsychoFrame #Review #Reviews #SalvationLaughsInTheFaceOfAGrievingMother #SharpToneRecords #SlammingDeathcore #SlaughterToPrevail #SuicideSilence #ThusSpokeZarathustra #Whitechapel

Psycho-Frame – Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother Review

By Dear Hollow

Deathcore doesn’t give a shit. There was a moment when bands like Lorna Shore and Slaughter to Prevail attempted to make deathcore more accessible to other metal fans, incorporating blackened/symphonic textures or nu-metal influences. However terrible, solid, milquetoast, or well-intentioned you found it, that’s not the spirit of deathcore. Psycho-Frame has steadily been building a fanbase around their particularly unhinged take on deathcore with the release of 2023 EPs Remote God Seeker and Automatic Death Protocol, and we’re finally faced with a full-length debut: Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother. But don’t expect heavyhandedness – expect just heavy. Dumb heavy. Basically, the music for the sellout. Get those fists swingin’, Hot Topic frequenters! We’re goin’ to the mall.

Psycho-Frame embodies a trend in deathcore that is layered in nostalgia. Fearing that the style has lost its teeth, bands like the nation-spanning six-piece1 embrace the days of MySpace (think old-school Chelsea Grin or Bring Me the Horizon). It’s raw, groovy, and devastating, brandishing a brand wavering between thick-ass breakdowns settling on the ocean floor and lightning-fast blastbeats and unhinged technical thrills. Psycho-Frame otherwise benefits from a two-vocal attack, with Mike Sugars relying on a tough Frankie Palmeri bark attack while Jonathan Whittle offers fierce shrieks, horrific bellows, and the occasional pig squeal. It’s big, dumb fun that doesn’t overstay its welcome, embracing a savage edge contrary to contemporary acts off the same ilk: the rawness of Killing of a Sacred Deer or the melodic technicality of Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Psycho-Frame emerges as the elite, its loud and ouchy production amped to louder and ouchier, its vocal attack barbaric and ominous, and its songwriting whiplash-inducing. It’s everything you love – and loathe – about deathcore.

There’s little nuance in Salvation Laughs – if it’s thoughtful songwriting and careful construction you’re after, Psycho-Frame ain’t it. It doesn’t have a lick of the tragedy its title implies because, remember, deathcore doesn’t give a shit. It recalls the chaos of This is Exile-era Whitechapel, The Cleansing-era Suicide Silence, or self-titled Chelsea Grin in its chunky viciousness and stonewalled rigidity. Neck-snapping tempo shifts are a norm, downtempo Black Tongue chugdowns assaulting your ears one second before ravaging them with ripping blastbeats and shredding riffs. Riffiness is a trait not often expounded upon by deathcore, but it appears often throughout Salvation Laughs, giving an unexpected head-bobbing groove and pinch harmonics (“Blueprints for Idol Genocide,” “Endless Agonal Devotion”), jaw-dropping fretboard wizardry that recalls Beneath the Massacre and pairs neatly with numbskull density (“Apocalypse Through Lysergic Possession”), while slam’s gurgling lurch a la Ingested adds nice sonic depravity (“Filleted and Fucked,” “Still Water Salvation”). Each member offers his best, the dual shrieks and roars commanding charisma, the guitars offering flaying technicality and caveman knuckle-dragging meatheadedness equally, bass holding up the sound amid the fray, and drums retain a sharp metallic ring that adds to the unhinged quality Psycho-Frame possesses.

For the same reasons, some will love Psycho-Frame, others will understandably loathe it. In many ways, it feels like the insanity of mid-2000s deathcore distilled into a bullying thirty-eight minutes. It’s relentless, it’s over-the-top, and perfect to make frowny faces at while you windmill your way through the pit. That being said, some parts of the album are guiltier than others: when groove dominates, the result is an insane little number, but when that’s toned down to channel Suicide Silence, it sounds pitifully stale (“The Portal,” “BLACK_WAVE II”). Furthermore, there are short-lived spoken word samples scattered throughout the album, which provide more of a blush than the creepiness factor they are attempting to instill. But apart from the nitpicks, for nearly all the reasons mentioned in the paragraph above, Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can be the thorn in a metalhead’s side – Psycho-Frame is truly an apt representative of deathcore.

For better or worse, Psycho-Frame is deathcore, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else. It’s big and dumb, overly loud and obnoxious, with enough groove, rawness, and wonky tricks to carry its dual vocal attack into something resembling enjoyment. It’s a low-ceiling, low-floor situation, because Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can either bring some fun into your day or utterly ruin it. I had fun with Psycho-Frame because of its refreshing simplicity and relentless brutality – but it’s still a cautionary tale.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed:
Label: Sharptone Records
Websites: psychoframedc.bandcamp.com | psychoframe.com | facebook.com/psychoframedeathcore
Releases Worldwide: July 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BeneathTheMassacre #BlackTongue #BringMeTheHorizon #ChelseaGrin #Deathcore #Ingested #Jul25 #KillingOfASacredDeer #LornaShore #PsychoFrame #Review #Reviews #SalvationLaughsInTheFaceOfAGrievingMother #SharpToneRecords #SlammingDeathcore #SlaughterToPrevail #SuicideSilence #ThusSpokeZarathustra #Whitechapel

Psycho-Frame – Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother Review

By Dear Hollow

Deathcore doesn’t give a shit. There was a moment when bands like Lorna Shore and Slaughter to Prevail attempted to make deathcore more accessible to other metal fans, incorporating blackened/symphonic textures or nu-metal influences. However terrible, solid, milquetoast, or well-intentioned you found it, that’s not the spirit of deathcore. Psycho-Frame has steadily been building a fanbase around their particularly unhinged take on deathcore with the release of 2023 EPs Remote God Seeker and Automatic Death Protocol, and we’re finally faced with a full-length debut: Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother. But don’t expect heavyhandedness – expect just heavy. Dumb heavy. Basically, the music for the sellout. Get those fists swingin’, Hot Topic frequenters! We’re goin’ to the mall.

Psycho-Frame embodies a trend in deathcore that is layered in nostalgia. Fearing that the style has lost its teeth, bands like the nation-spanning six-piece1 embrace the days of MySpace (think old-school Chelsea Grin or Bring Me the Horizon). It’s raw, groovy, and devastating, brandishing a brand wavering between thick-ass breakdowns settling on the ocean floor and lightning-fast blastbeats and unhinged technical thrills. Psycho-Frame otherwise benefits from a two-vocal attack, with Mike Sugars relying on a tough Frankie Palmeri bark attack while Jonathan Whittle offers fierce shrieks, horrific bellows, and the occasional pig squeal. It’s big, dumb fun that doesn’t overstay its welcome, embracing a savage edge contrary to contemporary acts off the same ilk: the rawness of Killing of a Sacred Deer or the melodic technicality of Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Psycho-Frame emerges as the elite, its loud and ouchy production amped to louder and ouchier, its vocal attack barbaric and ominous, and its songwriting whiplash-inducing. It’s everything you love – and loathe – about deathcore.

There’s little nuance in Salvation Laughs – if it’s thoughtful songwriting and careful construction you’re after, Psycho-Frame ain’t it. It doesn’t have a lick of the tragedy its title implies because, remember, deathcore doesn’t give a shit. It recalls the chaos of This is Exile-era Whitechapel, The Cleansing-era Suicide Silence, or self-titled Chelsea Grin in its chunky viciousness and stonewalled rigidity. Neck-snapping tempo shifts are a norm, downtempo Black Tongue chugdowns assaulting your ears one second before ravaging them with ripping blastbeats and shredding riffs. Riffiness is a trait not often expounded upon by deathcore, but it appears often throughout Salvation Laughs, giving an unexpected head-bobbing groove and pinch harmonics (“Blueprints for Idol Genocide,” “Endless Agonal Devotion”), jaw-dropping fretboard wizardry that recalls Beneath the Massacre and pairs neatly with numbskull density (“Apocalypse Through Lysergic Possession”), while slam’s gurgling lurch a la Ingested adds nice sonic depravity (“Filleted and Fucked,” “Still Water Salvation”). Each member offers his best, the dual shrieks and roars commanding charisma, the guitars offering flaying technicality and caveman knuckle-dragging meatheadedness equally, bass holding up the sound amid the fray, and drums retain a sharp metallic ring that adds to the unhinged quality Psycho-Frame possesses.

For the same reasons, some will love Psycho-Frame, others will understandably loathe it. In many ways, it feels like the insanity of mid-2000s deathcore distilled into a bullying thirty-eight minutes. It’s relentless, it’s over-the-top, and perfect to make frowny faces at while you windmill your way through the pit. That being said, some parts of the album are guiltier than others: when groove dominates, the result is an insane little number, but when that’s toned down to channel Suicide Silence, it sounds pitifully stale (“The Portal,” “BLACK_WAVE II”). Furthermore, there are short-lived spoken word samples scattered throughout the album, which provide more of a blush than the creepiness factor they are attempting to instill. But apart from the nitpicks, for nearly all the reasons mentioned in the paragraph above, Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can be the thorn in a metalhead’s side – Psycho-Frame is truly an apt representative of deathcore.

For better or worse, Psycho-Frame is deathcore, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else. It’s big and dumb, overly loud and obnoxious, with enough groove, rawness, and wonky tricks to carry its dual vocal attack into something resembling enjoyment. It’s a low-ceiling, low-floor situation, because Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother can either bring some fun into your day or utterly ruin it. I had fun with Psycho-Frame because of its refreshing simplicity and relentless brutality – but it’s still a cautionary tale.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed:
Label: Sharptone Records
Websites: psychoframedc.bandcamp.com | psychoframe.com | facebook.com/psychoframedeathcore
Releases Worldwide: July 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #BeneathTheMassacre #BlackTongue #BringMeTheHorizon #ChelseaGrin #Deathcore #Ingested #Jul25 #KillingOfASacredDeer #LornaShore #PsychoFrame #Review #Reviews #SalvationLaughsInTheFaceOfAGrievingMother #SharpToneRecords #SlammingDeathcore #SlaughterToPrevail #SuicideSilence #ThusSpokeZarathustra #Whitechapel

Ingested add Distant and Crucifiction to North American tour joining Ov Sulfur and CELL

Ingested have confirmed the full lineup for their upcoming North American tour. Distant will join as direct support,…
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Ingested add Distant and Crucifiction to North American tour joining Ov Sulfur and CELL

Ingested have confirmed the full lineup for their upcoming North American tour. Distant will join as direct support,…
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Recorruptor – Sorrow Will Drown Us All Review

One of the most entertaining things about describing death metal in any of its iterations is the limitless…
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Recorruptor – Sorrow Will Drown Us All Review

By Alekhines Gun

One of the most entertaining things about describing death metal in any of its iterations is the limitless well of hyperbolic descriptors one can conjure. Older monikers like “crushes,” “brutalizes,” and “heavy” have given way to fun artistic notions like “being attacked by killer bees,” “gored by rabid rhinos,”1 and “being mated with by a coked out giraffe.” My own newest favorite phrase came by way of one of our loyal commentariat in the phrase “Taint kicker”. Michigan locals Recorruptor have arrived with their third LP, Sorrow Will Drown Us All, and it seeks to continue to force the listener to dig deeper into their well of artistic metaphors to describe the raw carnage on display. Are you up for a swim?

Like frosting with copious sprinkles on an extra chunky cake, Recorruptor use a hodgepodge of ingredients traversing from blackened deathcore to death metal and slam proper. This results in an album that is chuggy, blasty, slammy, and wammy, without easily being pigeonholed into any particular subgenre. A Venn diagram of sound neatly intersecting between Aborted, Cognitive, Cattle Decapitation and Lorna Shore, Sorrow Will Drown Us All flings the listener from one prolonged-shriek-laden chugging presentation with lightly strummed atmospheric lines (“Bearing the Befouled Spawn”) to vaguely OSDM melodic theatrics (“An Unnatural Lust”) without missing a beat or any part sounding out of place. The cohesiveness of songwriting is reflected in how each part is carefully composed for maximum impact without sounding like an unfocused collection of disparaging riffs. Recorruptor have opted for violence on a cinematic scale using a Batman-sized utility belt of tools to get their themes across, and those themes come in abundance.

This diversity of stylings means standout moments will depend entirely on what ingredient you’re most into. “Urn of Verglas” offers up a jumbo-sized plate of green eggs and slam, which is gleefully Ingested in its blunt simplicity, but rendered extra septic by contrast of the ruthless speed of what came before it. “Envenoming” is straight Cattle Decapitation worship with its atmospherics-rooted sense of grind and vocalist Clint Franklin doing a great impression of Travis Ryan at his most esophagus-abusing.2 “Insidious Rot” starts out with modern death metal groove before devolving into a prolonged breakdown set well beyond two-stepping pace and spotlighting some thunky chunky bass from Alex Schmidt. Guitarists Seth Earl and Isaac Marier slather the entire release in solos, which never lose their sense of tension and release to guitar hero wankery.

Where Sorrow Will Drown Us All fails is in the same way cakes can be too rich—too much of a good thing is real, and food is not the only victim. While every song is killer, they’re also long in the tooth and produced more abrasively than the DR would suggest. Vocals also follow the maddening modern trend of bathing the music almost nonstop rather than letting it breathe.3 There’s no denying the technical prowess and kaleidoscopic nature of the performances on display, but the album is so crammed with ideas that it feels much lengthier than its not unreasonable 48-minute runtime, and the two symphonic cuts do little to break up the whole into more palatable chunks. The name of the game for Recorruptor is going to be self-editing. If they can trim down the bulk of their ideas to more immediate offerings, they’ll be ready to blast and brawl their way to the top of the blackened deathcore heap without setting off genre purists in the process.

Sorrow Will Drown Us All is a caliber album, and if you’re a sucker for any of the various bands listed, you’ll find much to love here. There is sonic succulence reminiscent of meat grinders, bulldozers, horny wild animals, and yes, even taint kicking. Nevertheless, the final product topples under its own weight from the sheer glut of ideas on display. Quality ideas though they be, the album is so full of them that they end up fighting for the listener’s attention after the album has long ceased to play. I’m rooting for Recorruptor to hone in on their skillset and opt for a less-is-more approach. For now, grab a fork and let the sorrow get you into a diabetic coma.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Time to Kill Records
Websites: Album Bandcamp | Official Facebook Page
Releases Worldwide: July 18th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Aborted #AmericanMetal #BlackenedDeathcore #CattleDecapitation #Cognitive #DeathMetal #Ingested #Jul25 #LornaShore #Recorruptor #Review #Reviews #SorrowWillDrownUsAll

Recorruptor – Sorrow Will Drown Us All Review

By Alekhines Gun

One of the most entertaining things about describing death metal in any of its iterations is the limitless well of hyperbolic descriptors one can conjure. Older monikers like “crushes,” “brutalizes,” and “heavy” have given way to fun artistic notions like “being attacked by killer bees,” “gored by rabid rhinos,”1 and “being mated with by a coked out giraffe.” My own newest favorite phrase came by way of one of our loyal commentariat in the phrase “Taint kicker”. Michigan locals Recorruptor have arrived with their third LP, Sorrow Will Drown Us All, and it seeks to continue to force the listener to dig deeper into their well of artistic metaphors to describe the raw carnage on display. Are you up for a swim?

Like frosting with copious sprinkles on an extra chunky cake, Recorruptor use a hodgepodge of ingredients traversing from blackened deathcore to death metal and slam proper. This results in an album that is chuggy, blasty, slammy, and wammy, without easily being pigeonholed into any particular subgenre. A Venn diagram of sound neatly intersecting between Aborted, Cognitive, Cattle Decapitation and Lorna Shore, Sorrow Will Drown Us All flings the listener from one prolonged-shriek-laden chugging presentation with lightly strummed atmospheric lines (“Bearing the Befouled Spawn”) to vaguely OSDM melodic theatrics (“An Unnatural Lust”) without missing a beat or any part sounding out of place. The cohesiveness of songwriting is reflected in how each part is carefully composed for maximum impact without sounding like an unfocused collection of disparaging riffs. Recorruptor have opted for violence on a cinematic scale using a Batman-sized utility belt of tools to get their themes across, and those themes come in abundance.

This diversity of stylings means standout moments will depend entirely on what ingredient you’re most into. “Urn of Verglas” offers up a jumbo-sized plate of green eggs and slam, which is gleefully Ingested in its blunt simplicity, but rendered extra septic by contrast of the ruthless speed of what came before it. “Envenoming” is straight Cattle Decapitation worship with its atmospherics-rooted sense of grind and vocalist Clint Franklin doing a great impression of Travis Ryan at his most esophagus-abusing.2 “Insidious Rot” starts out with modern death metal groove before devolving into a prolonged breakdown set well beyond two-stepping pace and spotlighting some thunky chunky bass from Alex Schmidt. Guitarists Seth Earl and Isaac Marier slather the entire release in solos, which never lose their sense of tension and release to guitar hero wankery.

Where Sorrow Will Drown Us All fails is in the same way cakes can be too rich—too much of a good thing is real, and food is not the only victim. While every song is killer, they’re also long in the tooth and produced more abrasively than the DR would suggest. Vocals also follow the maddening modern trend of bathing the music almost nonstop rather than letting it breathe.3 There’s no denying the technical prowess and kaleidoscopic nature of the performances on display, but the album is so crammed with ideas that it feels much lengthier than its not unreasonable 48-minute runtime, and the two symphonic cuts do little to break up the whole into more palatable chunks. The name of the game for Recorruptor is going to be self-editing. If they can trim down the bulk of their ideas to more immediate offerings, they’ll be ready to blast and brawl their way to the top of the blackened deathcore heap without setting off genre purists in the process.

Sorrow Will Drown Us All is a caliber album, and if you’re a sucker for any of the various bands listed, you’ll find much to love here. There is sonic succulence reminiscent of meat grinders, bulldozers, horny wild animals, and yes, even taint kicking. Nevertheless, the final product topples under its own weight from the sheer glut of ideas on display. Quality ideas though they be, the album is so full of them that they end up fighting for the listener’s attention after the album has long ceased to play. I’m rooting for Recorruptor to hone in on their skillset and opt for a less-is-more approach. For now, grab a fork and let the sorrow get you into a diabetic coma.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Time to Kill Records
Websites: Album Bandcamp | Official Facebook Page
Releases Worldwide: July 18th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Aborted #AmericanMetal #BlackenedDeathcore #CattleDecapitation #Cognitive #DeathMetal #Ingested #Jul25 #LornaShore #Recorruptor #Review #Reviews #SorrowWillDrownUsAll

Recorruptor – Sorrow Will Drown Us All Review

By Alekhines Gun

One of the most entertaining things about describing death metal in any of its iterations is the limitless well of hyperbolic descriptors one can conjure. Older monikers like “crushes,” “brutalizes,” and “heavy” have given way to fun artistic notions like “being attacked by killer bees,” “gored by rabid rhinos,”1 and “being mated with by a coked out giraffe.” My own newest favorite phrase came by way of one of our loyal commentariat in the phrase “Taint kicker”. Michigan locals Recorruptor have arrived with their third LP, Sorrow Will Drown Us All, and it seeks to continue to force the listener to dig deeper into their well of artistic metaphors to describe the raw carnage on display. Are you up for a swim?

Like frosting with copious sprinkles on an extra chunky cake, Recorruptor use a hodgepodge of ingredients traversing from blackened deathcore to death metal and slam proper. This results in an album that is chuggy, blasty, slammy, and wammy, without easily being pigeonholed into any particular subgenre. A Venn diagram of sound neatly intersecting between Aborted, Cognitive, Cattle Decapitation and Lorna Shore, Sorrow Will Drown Us All flings the listener from one prolonged-shriek-laden chugging presentation with lightly strummed atmospheric lines (“Bearing the Befouled Spawn”) to vaguely OSDM melodic theatrics (“An Unnatural Lust”) without missing a beat or any part sounding out of place. The cohesiveness of songwriting is reflected in how each part is carefully composed for maximum impact without sounding like an unfocused collection of disparaging riffs. Recorruptor have opted for violence on a cinematic scale using a Batman-sized utility belt of tools to get their themes across, and those themes come in abundance.

This diversity of stylings means standout moments will depend entirely on what ingredient you’re most into. “Urn of Verglas” offers up a jumbo-sized plate of green eggs and slam, which is gleefully Ingested in its blunt simplicity, but rendered extra septic by contrast of the ruthless speed of what came before it. “Envenoming” is straight Cattle Decapitation worship with its atmospherics-rooted sense of grind and vocalist Clint Franklin doing a great impression of Travis Ryan at his most esophagus-abusing.2 “Insidious Rot” starts out with modern death metal groove before devolving into a prolonged breakdown set well beyond two-stepping pace and spotlighting some thunky chunky bass from Alex Schmidt. Guitarists Seth Earl and Isaac Marier slather the entire release in solos, which never lose their sense of tension and release to guitar hero wankery.

Where Sorrow Will Drown Us All fails is in the same way cakes can be too rich—too much of a good thing is real, and food is not the only victim. While every song is killer, they’re also long in the tooth and produced more abrasively than the DR would suggest. Vocals also follow the maddening modern trend of bathing the music almost nonstop rather than letting it breathe.3 There’s no denying the technical prowess and kaleidoscopic nature of the performances on display, but the album is so crammed with ideas that it feels much lengthier than its not unreasonable 48-minute runtime, and the two symphonic cuts do little to break up the whole into more palatable chunks. The name of the game for Recorruptor is going to be self-editing. If they can trim down the bulk of their ideas to more immediate offerings, they’ll be ready to blast and brawl their way to the top of the blackened deathcore heap without setting off genre purists in the process.

Sorrow Will Drown Us All is a caliber album, and if you’re a sucker for any of the various bands listed, you’ll find much to love here. There is sonic succulence reminiscent of meat grinders, bulldozers, horny wild animals, and yes, even taint kicking. Nevertheless, the final product topples under its own weight from the sheer glut of ideas on display. Quality ideas though they be, the album is so full of them that they end up fighting for the listener’s attention after the album has long ceased to play. I’m rooting for Recorruptor to hone in on their skillset and opt for a less-is-more approach. For now, grab a fork and let the sorrow get you into a diabetic coma.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Time to Kill Records
Websites: Album Bandcamp | Official Facebook Page
Releases Worldwide: July 18th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Aborted #AmericanMetal #BlackenedDeathcore #CattleDecapitation #Cognitive #DeathMetal #Ingested #Jul25 #LornaShore #Recorruptor #Review #Reviews #SorrowWillDrownUsAll

Recorruptor – Sorrow Will Drown Us All Review

By Alekhines Gun

One of the most entertaining things about describing death metal in any of its iterations is the limitless well of hyperbolic descriptors one can conjure. Older monikers like “crushes,” “brutalizes,” and “heavy” have given way to fun artistic notions like “being attacked by killer bees,” “gored by rabid rhinos,”1 and “being mated with by a coked out giraffe.” My own newest favorite phrase came by way of one of our loyal commentariat in the phrase “Taint kicker”. Michigan locals Recorruptor have arrived with their third LP, Sorrow Will Drown Us All, and it seeks to continue to force the listener to dig deeper into their well of artistic metaphors to describe the raw carnage on display. Are you up for a swim?

Like frosting with copious sprinkles on an extra chunky cake, Recorruptor use a hodgepodge of ingredients traversing from blackened deathcore to death metal and slam proper. This results in an album that is chuggy, blasty, slammy, and wammy, without easily being pigeonholed into any particular subgenre. A Venn diagram of sound neatly intersecting between Aborted, Cognitive, Cattle Decapitation and Lorna Shore, Sorrow Will Drown Us All flings the listener from one prolonged-shriek-laden chugging presentation with lightly strummed atmospheric lines (“Bearing the Befouled Spawn”) to vaguely OSDM melodic theatrics (“An Unnatural Lust”) without missing a beat or any part sounding out of place. The cohesiveness of songwriting is reflected in how each part is carefully composed for maximum impact without sounding like an unfocused collection of disparaging riffs. Recorruptor have opted for violence on a cinematic scale using a Batman-sized utility belt of tools to get their themes across, and those themes come in abundance.

This diversity of stylings means standout moments will depend entirely on what ingredient you’re most into. “Urn of Verglas” offers up a jumbo-sized plate of green eggs and slam, which is gleefully Ingested in its blunt simplicity, but rendered extra septic by contrast of the ruthless speed of what came before it. “Envenoming” is straight Cattle Decapitation worship with its atmospherics-rooted sense of grind and vocalist Clint Franklin doing a great impression of Travis Ryan at his most esophagus-abusing.2 “Insidious Rot” starts out with modern death metal groove before devolving into a prolonged breakdown set well beyond two-stepping pace and spotlighting some thunky chunky bass from Alex Schmidt. Guitarists Seth Earl and Isaac Marier slather the entire release in solos, which never lose their sense of tension and release to guitar hero wankery.

Where Sorrow Will Drown Us All fails is in the same way cakes can be too rich—too much of a good thing is real, and food is not the only victim. While every song is killer, they’re also long in the tooth and produced more abrasively than the DR would suggest. Vocals also follow the maddening modern trend of bathing the music almost nonstop rather than letting it breathe.3 There’s no denying the technical prowess and kaleidoscopic nature of the performances on display, but the album is so crammed with ideas that it feels much lengthier than its not unreasonable 48-minute runtime, and the two symphonic cuts do little to break up the whole into more palatable chunks. The name of the game for Recorruptor is going to be self-editing. If they can trim down the bulk of their ideas to more immediate offerings, they’ll be ready to blast and brawl their way to the top of the blackened deathcore heap without setting off genre purists in the process.

Sorrow Will Drown Us All is a caliber album, and if you’re a sucker for any of the various bands listed, you’ll find much to love here. There is sonic succulence reminiscent of meat grinders, bulldozers, horny wild animals, and yes, even taint kicking. Nevertheless, the final product topples under its own weight from the sheer glut of ideas on display. Quality ideas though they be, the album is so full of them that they end up fighting for the listener’s attention after the album has long ceased to play. I’m rooting for Recorruptor to hone in on their skillset and opt for a less-is-more approach. For now, grab a fork and let the sorrow get you into a diabetic coma.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Time to Kill Records
Websites: Album Bandcamp | Official Facebook Page
Releases Worldwide: July 18th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Aborted #AmericanMetal #BlackenedDeathcore #CattleDecapitation #Cognitive #DeathMetal #Ingested #Jul25 #LornaShore #Recorruptor #Review #Reviews #SorrowWillDrownUsAll

Recorruptor – Sorrow Will Drown Us All Review

By Alekhines Gun

One of the most entertaining things about describing death metal in any of its iterations is the limitless well of hyperbolic descriptors one can conjure. Older monikers like “crushes,” “brutalizes,” and “heavy” have given way to fun artistic notions like “being attacked by killer bees,” “gored by rabid rhinos,”1 and “being mated with by a coked out giraffe.” My own newest favorite phrase came by way of one of our loyal commentariat in the phrase “Taint kicker”. Michigan locals Recorruptor have arrived with their third LP, Sorrow Will Drown Us All, and it seeks to continue to force the listener to dig deeper into their well of artistic metaphors to describe the raw carnage on display. Are you up for a swim?

Like frosting with copious sprinkles on an extra chunky cake, Recorruptor use a hodgepodge of ingredients traversing from blackened deathcore to death metal and slam proper. This results in an album that is chuggy, blasty, slammy, and wammy, without easily being pigeonholed into any particular subgenre. A Venn diagram of sound neatly intersecting between Aborted, Cognitive, Cattle Decapitation and Lorna Shore, Sorrow Will Drown Us All flings the listener from one prolonged-shriek-laden chugging presentation with lightly strummed atmospheric lines (“Bearing the Befouled Spawn”) to vaguely OSDM melodic theatrics (“An Unnatural Lust”) without missing a beat or any part sounding out of place. The cohesiveness of songwriting is reflected in how each part is carefully composed for maximum impact without sounding like an unfocused collection of disparaging riffs. Recorruptor have opted for violence on a cinematic scale using a Batman-sized utility belt of tools to get their themes across, and those themes come in abundance.

This diversity of stylings means standout moments will depend entirely on what ingredient you’re most into. “Urn of Verglas” offers up a jumbo-sized plate of green eggs and slam, which is gleefully Ingested in its blunt simplicity, but rendered extra septic by contrast of the ruthless speed of what came before it. “Envenoming” is straight Cattle Decapitation worship with its atmospherics-rooted sense of grind and vocalist Clint Franklin doing a great impression of Travis Ryan at his most esophagus-abusing.2 “Insidious Rot” starts out with modern death metal groove before devolving into a prolonged breakdown set well beyond two-stepping pace and spotlighting some thunky chunky bass from Alex Schmidt. Guitarists Seth Earl and Isaac Marier slather the entire release in solos, which never lose their sense of tension and release to guitar hero wankery.

Where Sorrow Will Drown Us All fails is in the same way cakes can be too rich—too much of a good thing is real, and food is not the only victim. While every song is killer, they’re also long in the tooth and produced more abrasively than the DR would suggest. Vocals also follow the maddening modern trend of bathing the music almost nonstop rather than letting it breathe.3 There’s no denying the technical prowess and kaleidoscopic nature of the performances on display, but the album is so crammed with ideas that it feels much lengthier than its not unreasonable 48-minute runtime, and the two symphonic cuts do little to break up the whole into more palatable chunks. The name of the game for Recorruptor is going to be self-editing. If they can trim down the bulk of their ideas to more immediate offerings, they’ll be ready to blast and brawl their way to the top of the blackened deathcore heap without setting off genre purists in the process.

Sorrow Will Drown Us All is a caliber album, and if you’re a sucker for any of the various bands listed, you’ll find much to love here. There is sonic succulence reminiscent of meat grinders, bulldozers, horny wild animals, and yes, even taint kicking. Nevertheless, the final product topples under its own weight from the sheer glut of ideas on display. Quality ideas though they be, the album is so full of them that they end up fighting for the listener’s attention after the album has long ceased to play. I’m rooting for Recorruptor to hone in on their skillset and opt for a less-is-more approach. For now, grab a fork and let the sorrow get you into a diabetic coma.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Time to Kill Records
Websites: Album Bandcamp | Official Facebook Page
Releases Worldwide: July 18th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Aborted #AmericanMetal #BlackenedDeathcore #CattleDecapitation #Cognitive #DeathMetal #Ingested #Jul25 #LornaShore #Recorruptor #Review #Reviews #SorrowWillDrownUsAll

#BornOfOsiris
#Ingested
#Entheos
#TheVoynichCode
29/05/2025

#LaRayonne

https://www.purgatoire.fr/concerts/concert-543_2025-05-29_born-of-osiris

Metal Blade Video 🤘 Ingested throwback? YES. "Altar Of Flesh" - let's go! #ingested #deathmetal #heavymetal #metalblade http://dlvr.it/TJxJTX LinkInBio for More 🤘 #MetalBladeRecords #HeavyMetal #Metal

Metal Blade Video 🤘 Ingested "Altar Of Flesh" PLAYING NOW! #ingested #deathmetal #deathcore #slammetal http://dlvr.it/THwBMZ LinkInBio for More 🤘 #MetalBladeRecords #HeavyMetal #Metal

Metal Blade Video 🤘 Ingested's Sean Hynes RIPPING through "Paragon Of Purity"! #ingested #deathcore #deathmetal #guitar http://dlvr.it/TGjKcF LinkInBio for More 🤘 #MetalBladeRecords #HeavyMetal #Metal

Ingested release “Starve The Fire” video

UK death metal trio Ingested is pleased to unleash their new video for "Starve The Fire". The track appears on the band’s The Tide Of Death And Fractured Dreams full-length, released in April on Metal Blade Records.

Since their fifth album, 2020’s Where Only God May Tread, Ingested has been on a creative tear that has produced almost a

https://www.moshville.co.uk/video/2024/07/ingested-release-starve-the-fire-video/

#Videos #Ingested

Fifteen videos to check out – 4/8/2024

#Anvil #OrangeGoblin #Daughtry #Ingested #Rezn

https://metalinsider.net/video/fifteen-videos-to-check-out-4-8-2024

Fifteen videos to check out – 4/8/2024

#Anvil #OrangeGoblin #Daughtry #Ingested #Rezn

https://metalinsider.net/video/fifteen-videos-to-check-out-4-8-2024

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#MetalInjection
INGESTED, INVENT ANIMATE, HIDEOUS DIVINITY & More Among Metal Injection's Top Tracks Of The Week
Plus more from Ov Sulfur, Crownshift, Many Eyes, and more!

https://metalinjection.net/playlist/top-tracks-of-the-week-playlist/ingested-invent-animate-hideous-divinity-more-among-metal-injections-top-tracks-of-the-week

#metalinjection #toptracks #ingested #inventanimate #hideousdivinity #metal #music #playlist #topsongs #newmusic

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#MetalInjection
INGESTED, INVENT ANIMATE, HIDEOUS DIVINITY & More Among Metal Injection's Top Tracks Of The Week
Plus more from Ov Sulfur, Crownshift, Many Eyes, and more!

https://metalinjection.net/playlist/top-tracks-of-the-week-playlist/ingested-invent-animate-hideous-divinity-more-among-metal-injections-top-tracks-of-the-week

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#MetalInjection
INGESTED, INVENT ANIMATE, HIDEOUS DIVINITY & More Among Metal Injection's Top Tracks Of The Week
Plus more from Ov Sulfur, Crownshift, Many Eyes, and more!

https://metalinjection.net/playlist/top-tracks-of-the-week-playlist/ingested-invent-animate-hideous-divinity-more-among-metal-injections-top-tracks-of-the-week

#metalinjection #toptracks #ingested #inventanimate #hideousdivinity #metal #music #playlist #topsongs #newmusic

#TheMetalDogArticleList
#MetalInjection
INGESTED, INVENT ANIMATE, HIDEOUS DIVINITY & More Among Metal Injection's Top Tracks Of The Week
Plus more from Ov Sulfur, Crownshift, Many Eyes, and more!

https://metalinjection.net/playlist/top-tracks-of-the-week-playlist/ingested-invent-animate-hideous-divinity-more-among-metal-injections-top-tracks-of-the-week

#metalinjection #toptracks #ingested #inventanimate #hideousdivinity #metal #music #playlist #topsongs #newmusic

#TheMetalDogArticleList
#MetalInjection
INGESTED, INVENT ANIMATE, HIDEOUS DIVINITY & More Among Metal Injection's Top Tracks Of The Week
Plus more from Ov Sulfur, Crownshift, Many Eyes, and more!

https://metalinjection.net/playlist/top-tracks-of-the-week-playlist/ingested-invent-animate-hideous-divinity-more-among-metal-injections-top-tracks-of-the-week

#metalinjection #toptracks #ingested #inventanimate #hideousdivinity #metal #music #playlist #topsongs #newmusic

Favorite #Metal albums #2022

13 - #Analepsy - Quiesence
12 - #Septicflesh - Modern Primitive
11 - #Persefone - Metanoia
10 - #Ingested - Ashes Lie Still
9 - #Blackbraid - Blackbraid I
8 - #Revocation - Netherheaven
7 - #Bloodbath - Survival of the Sickest
6 - #Sigh - Shiki
5 - #Gaerea - Mirage
4 - #Hath - All that was Promised
3 - #Undeath - It's Time... to Rise from the Grave
2 - #Wormrot - Hiss
1 - #Immolation - Acts of God

Metal bands with great non metal albums:

* - #ImperialTriumphant - Spirit of Ecstasy
* - #BloodIncantation - Timewave Zero

Best EP of the Year:

* - #Worm - Bluenothing