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Exhumed – Red Asphalt Review

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Exhumed – Red Asphalt Review

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Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.



Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
Label: Relapse Records
Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.



Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
Label: Relapse Records
Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.



Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
Label: Relapse Records
Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.



Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
Label: Relapse Records
Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.



Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
Label: Relapse Records
Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

EP / Split / Single Roundup of 2024, Part 1

By Mystikus Hugebeard

In case you’re asking yourself “Where did El Cuervo go and why has he been replaced by a handsome, bearded wizard who is also ripped and buff?” rest assured that all is well with the original EP wrangler. In what could only be described as a Christmas miracle, he has passed the privilege of organizing AMG’s yearly EP post unto myself and Dolphin WhisEPerer so that he might finally have the time to catch up on reading all the comments on his Opeth review. Let it be known that we treat this gravest of responsibilities with the utmost respect.

But enough faffing about, the most important thing is this cornucopia of EP’s, splits, singles, and demos we’ve arranged for you. Shorter-form releases like these are the patron saint of hidden gems. Rarely do they fall in the same hype cycle typically reserved for LP’s, so once a year we like to pay our respects to the oft-overlooked, unsung heroes of our metal community. They provide a necessary space for both fledgling and established bands to experiment with wild ideas that might not sustain a full release, or they can be a great outlet for bands to focus on their strongest material without weaker songs diluting the overall experience. Come, rejoice! Take a well-deserved break from the exhausting bloat of boring, regular albums, and bask in the majesty of the tighter focus and accessibility of short-form release with your bearded pal, Mystikus Hugebeard!

Make sure to return for Part II so that our Dolphin may Whisper1 to you of a whole new collection of releases!

Lathe // Hillclimber – Lathe are what you get when you mix the pedal steel and blues of country music with the atmosphere, weight and build-ups of post-metal. Hillclimber is written for a new lineup, adding an additional guitarist and a bassist, and it shows in the added density of their sound. As with their previous work, Hillclimber builds as it goes. “Weave” provides an almost spacey opening with a simple, twangy guitar melody and pedal steel embellishment. By “Blood,” trem-picked pedal steel, pounding drums and big riffs trade places with amp noise. Hillclimber isn’t revolutionary, hewing close stylistically to the post-ier, less dancy or rocky side of Tongue of Silver. But the riffs are big, the melodies pretty, and the atmosphere dense, and it says promising things about the new lineup. – Sentynel

Mammoth Grinder // Undying Spectral Resonance – Ever since the early 2010s Entombedcore wave fizzled out, I’ve longed for a band to revive that sound. With Undying Spectral Resonance, Mammoth Grinder seem to have answered the call. The band’s punky take on Swedeath has long offered Power Trip drummer Chris Ulsh a brawny way to flex his guitar and vocal abilities, but I never expected him to break Mammoth Grinder’s recording silence with something this heavy. Throughout most of these 14 minutes, Ulsh offers a hoarse roar that’s monstrous, a guitar tone that could crush boulders, and riffs that are downright punishing. “Corpse of Divinant” plows forward on muscular grooves that will have your inner hardcore kiddo dripping with arousal, while “Obsessed with Death” closes out the EP with a D-beating for the ages. Plopping an atmospheric synth interlude in the middle of a five-song tracklist was an odd choice, but at least it makes the midpaced lurch of “Decrease the Peace” sound even more massive. Let’s just hope we get more from these guys sooner rather than later. – Mark Z.

Glassbone // Deaf to Suffering – Frens of the blog know that I love me some good slam. The harder it hammers, the better. And while there were several tectonic options released this year, none hit the way latecomer EP Deaf to Suffering has. Courtesy of French buzzsaw hardcore/slam brutalists Glassbone, Deaf to Suffering springs into action with the absolutely devastating “Post Mortem Declaration” and doesn’t let up for nearly twenty minutes of high-octane, hook-laden, filthy slam. Highlight “In Your Guts” sends me into a feral state with rabid riffs that are as lethal as the disease itself. “Sanctified By the Blade” transforms my body into this musclebound mass of testosterone mountainous enough to flatten entire plots of sequoia trees. The title track even brings a certain old-school death vitriol, characterized best by a classic sounding solo, that adds substantial dynamics to Glassbone’s slam-based concoction. Every song offers its own voice while still maintaining the status quo of total demolition, and yet it feels like Deaf to Suffering elevates the slamscape past the norm and into the extraordinary. –TheKenWord

Counterparts // Heaven Let Them Die – Counterparts is renowned for their confrontational and vulnerable take on melodic hardcore and notable contributions to metalcore. Heaven Let Them Die is the Canadians’ heaviest release by far, delivering the weight of its title in its clear influence from vocalist Brendan Murphy’s time in caustic hardcore act End. With crushing riffs and breakdowns ripped at vicious speed, vocals spit with vitriol and venom, there’s a distinct weight, both aurally and existentially, that gives Heaven Let Them Die its power. From its reverb-laden plods that let the haunting leads guide the blastbeat-inclusive fury (“A Martyr Left Alive,” “Praise No Artery Intact”), to all-out assaults that abuse tempos with their punishing heft (“With Loving Arms Disfigured,” “No Lamb Was Lost”), it’s hard to believe that this is the same group that released You’re Not You Anymore or A Eulogy For Those Still Here. Punishing, vitriolic, and existentially weighty, Counterparts embarks on unforeseen journeys of blasphemy and pain. Closer “Heaven Let Them Die” exemplifies this act’s strengths, tying up the common lyrical motif screamed with throat-shredding intensity, that you’ll be howling for days: “HEAVEN… LET THEM… DIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!” – Dear Hollow

夢遊病者 (Sleepwalker) // Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum2 – The last outing by Russian/Japanese/American experimental, avant-garde, blackened noise outfit 夢遊病者, Noč Na Krayu Sveta, was my favorite EP of 2021. This year’s Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum is, if anything, even more unhinged. Like stepping into one of those nightmares that you don’t initially realise is a nightmare, parts of DPA are strangely soothing and delicate, wrapping you in lullaby-like melodies. But then, sometimes without you even noticing at first, warped melodies weave their way into the mix, before distorted, blackened vocals creep in, even as half-heard blast beats start to pound in the background. Shifting through their chameleonic palette, 夢遊病者 deploy bouzouki, uke, vibraphone, church organ and more, alongside more standard instrumentation, to create soundscapes worthy of the title Delirium. Tracked across three continents, this doubtless adds to the disconcerting sense of dizzying vertigo that infuses much of the EP, furthered by contributions from various gospel, Americana, and jazz guests. If you’re looking for a really weird night in, check this out, especially the closing duo of “Telepath Transport Wing” and “Aurum Iris Loop.” – Carcharodon

Entheos // An End to Everything – As Entheos continues to move into waters with increased breaks into clean, melodic refrains as peak points—a step first taken with 2023’s Time Will Take Us All—a continued adherence to their riff-led, groove-centered brand of techy death metal remains vital to their impact. Chunky riff after chunky riff after chunky riff hits first and repeatedly allows An End to Everything to crackle as the leanest both in length and pit-stirring effect of any Entheos album since 2016’s The Infinite Nothing. But more than just offering slinky slide-to-triplet rushes (“And End to Everything”) or snaking staccato beatings (“Life in Slow Motion”), Entheos offers throat-ripping breeeees, snarls, and hissing goblin assaults via Chaney Crabb’s extreme vocal commitment. Though comparable to frequent touring mates Alluvial3 in tone and tumble, Crabb delivers the necessary differentiation, complete with melodic chorus cries that stick like anthemic ear candy to an audience who patiently awaits sweet indulgence. Fit for a fifteen-minute power set, a pre-meeting energy blitz, or simply a destructive arm-throwing about your own home, An End to Everything feels both complete as a short-form work and steadfast a promise that Entheos plans to continue on a grooving path to success. – Dolphin Whisperer

Sylvaine // Eg Er Framand – Widely maligned for their ear-splitting volume and indecipherable vertical chords, pipe organs have a softer, ethereal side that often goes overlooked. Sylvaine’s gorgeous EP pits her otherworldly voice against hypnotic, shimmering high organ registrations, a duet custom-built to melt this frozen heart. Organs are designed for the spaces they inhabit,4 ensuring their resonance melds with the architecture of their home, and the descending spiral motif that bookends “Dagsens Auga Sloknar Ut” and “Tussmørke” duplicates this integration into Sylvaine’s music. There’s something of the eternal about this EP, its vibrating vocal harmonies and sustained wind tones suspending the passage of time and evoking both dusk and dawn. My 2024 opened with a death and ended with a birth; I can think of few soundtracks more fitting than Eg Er Framand. – Iceberg

Persefone // Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 – How shall I put this? What Carcharodon is to Kanonenfieber, I consider myself to Persefone. These Andorrans have always been a masterclass of blending insanely good musicianship with effortless technicality and rousing melodic movements. After longtime vocalist Marc Pia was replaced by Eternal Storm’s Daniel R. Flys, I feared that my beloved Persefone was gone, but I’m happy to say Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 dispelled my doubts. For one, it utilizes what Persefone has always done best; the music growing in intensity at the end of “Lingua Ignota” channels the iconic escalations from “Living Waves” (Aathma) and “Spiritual Migration (Spiritual Migration). However, as always, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 is another step in Persefone’s evolution. “One Word” is one of Persefone’s most direct songs to date, with a powerful, memorable chorus betwixt tight, technical riffage, and adds a new dimension with Flys’ clean vocals joining Miguel Espinosa’s previously solo cleans. “Abyssal Communication” closes the EP with moving ambience, which Persefone has always loved to do, but follows Metanoia’s further emphasis on synth tones and is pleasantly dynamic, working well as a standalone track instead of just a send-off. It’s all fantastic, because it’s quintessentially Persefone, only now in a bite-sized and endlessly replayable size. Compact and to the point, yet still offering a wide breadth of intoxicating riffs and solos, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 stands strong in their discography and even brings back a consistency I felt was slightly missing from 2022’s Metanoia. – Mystikus Hugebeard

Dislimn // Esmee – You never appreciate how good Bandcamp can be until a band doesn’t have one, and it has made Dislimn tragically difficult to find. I was lucky to stumble upon them in the promo sump whereupon I made a mental note to check later, but most people lack that kind of resource. Dislimn’s Esmee is a lovely piece of shimmering doomgaze with a heavy stoner edge, and I think they deserve a fair bit more attention than they’ve received. It’s a queer mix of stoner, prog, and post that lands through Dislimn’s impeccable vibes and simple but gripping songwriting. Esmee starts off gentle; the radio-friendly post-lite opener “Anxiety” is the perfect tune to float through a depressive dreamlike haze, but as time passes, the music develops some bite. The riffs in tracks like “Esmee’s Story” and “In My Mind” are straightforward, memorable, and crunchy with just the right amount of fuzz, while vocalist Alix’s dreamlike ever-soft vocals serenely soar above. “Gullfoss” is a bit of an oddball; a rockin’ and a rollin’ riffy jaunt sandwiched between emotive, brooding doomgaze is a bit of a lurch, but it grows on you. Overall, Esmee is the sort of unassuming EP that stealthily sinks its claws into you. I’ve returned to Esmee’s dreamy gloom many a time now, and I reckon you will too. – Mystikus Hugebeard

#2024 #AnEndToEverything #Beatdown #Counterparts #DeafToSuffering #DeathMetal #DeleriumPathomutagenoAdductum #Dislimn #Entheos #Esmee #Glassbone #GothicDoom #GothicRock #Hardcore #HeavenLetThemDie #Hillclimber #Lathe #LinguaIgnotaPt1 #MammothGrinder #Metalcore #Persefone #PostMetal #ProgressiveDeathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Slam #Sleepwalker #TechnicalDeathMetal #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #UndyingSpectralResonance #夢遊病者

EP / Split / Single Roundup of 2024, Part 1

By Mystikus Hugebeard

In case you’re asking yourself “Where did El Cuervo go and why has he been replaced by a handsome, bearded wizard who is also ripped and buff?” rest assured that all is well with the original EP wrangler. In what could only be described as a Christmas miracle, he has passed the privilege of organizing AMG’s yearly EP post unto myself and Dolphin WhisEPerer so that he might finally have the time to catch up on reading all the comments on his Opeth review. Let it be known that we treat this gravest of responsibilities with the utmost respect.

But enough faffing about, the most important thing is this cornucopia of EP’s, splits, singles, and demos we’ve arranged for you. Shorter-form releases like these are the patron saint of hidden gems. Rarely do they fall in the same hype cycle typically reserved for LP’s, so once a year we like to pay our respects to the oft-overlooked, unsung heroes of our metal community. They provide a necessary space for both fledgling and established bands to experiment with wild ideas that might not sustain a full release, or they can be a great outlet for bands to focus on their strongest material without weaker songs diluting the overall experience. Come, rejoice! Take a well-deserved break from the exhausting bloat of boring, regular albums, and bask in the majesty of the tighter focus and accessibility of short-form release with your bearded pal, Mystikus Hugebeard!

Make sure to return for Part II so that our Dolphin may Whisper1 to you of a whole new collection of releases!

Lathe // Hillclimber – Lathe are what you get when you mix the pedal steel and blues of country music with the atmosphere, weight and build-ups of post-metal. Hillclimber is written for a new lineup, adding an additional guitarist and a bassist, and it shows in the added density of their sound. As with their previous work, Hillclimber builds as it goes. “Weave” provides an almost spacey opening with a simple, twangy guitar melody and pedal steel embellishment. By “Blood,” trem-picked pedal steel, pounding drums and big riffs trade places with amp noise. Hillclimber isn’t revolutionary, hewing close stylistically to the post-ier, less dancy or rocky side of Tongue of Silver. But the riffs are big, the melodies pretty, and the atmosphere dense, and it says promising things about the new lineup. – Sentynel

Mammoth Grinder // Undying Spectral Resonance – Ever since the early 2010s Entombedcore wave fizzled out, I’ve longed for a band to revive that sound. With Undying Spectral Resonance, Mammoth Grinder seem to have answered the call. The band’s punky take on Swedeath has long offered Power Trip drummer Chris Ulsh a brawny way to flex his guitar and vocal abilities, but I never expected him to break Mammoth Grinder’s recording silence with something this heavy. Throughout most of these 14 minutes, Ulsh offers a hoarse roar that’s monstrous, a guitar tone that could crush boulders, and riffs that are downright punishing. “Corpse of Divinant” plows forward on muscular grooves that will have your inner hardcore kiddo dripping with arousal, while “Obsessed with Death” closes out the EP with a D-beating for the ages. Plopping an atmospheric synth interlude in the middle of a five-song tracklist was an odd choice, but at least it makes the midpaced lurch of “Decrease the Peace” sound even more massive. Let’s just hope we get more from these guys sooner rather than later. – Mark Z.

Glassbone // Deaf to Suffering – Frens of the blog know that I love me some good slam. The harder it hammers, the better. And while there were several tectonic options released this year, none hit the way latecomer EP Deaf to Suffering has. Courtesy of French buzzsaw hardcore/slam brutalists Glassbone, Deaf to Suffering springs into action with the absolutely devastating “Post Mortem Declaration” and doesn’t let up for nearly twenty minutes of high-octane, hook-laden, filthy slam. Highlight “In Your Guts” sends me into a feral state with rabid riffs that are as lethal as the disease itself. “Sanctified By the Blade” transforms my body into this musclebound mass of testosterone mountainous enough to flatten entire plots of sequoia trees. The title track even brings a certain old-school death vitriol, characterized best by a classic sounding solo, that adds substantial dynamics to Glassbone’s slam-based concoction. Every song offers its own voice while still maintaining the status quo of total demolition, and yet it feels like Deaf to Suffering elevates the slamscape past the norm and into the extraordinary. –TheKenWord

Counterparts // Heaven Let Them Die – Counterparts is renowned for their confrontational and vulnerable take on melodic hardcore and notable contributions to metalcore. Heaven Let Them Die is the Canadians’ heaviest release by far, delivering the weight of its title in its clear influence from vocalist Brendan Murphy’s time in caustic hardcore act End. With crushing riffs and breakdowns ripped at vicious speed, vocals spit with vitriol and venom, there’s a distinct weight, both aurally and existentially, that gives Heaven Let Them Die its power. From its reverb-laden plods that let the haunting leads guide the blastbeat-inclusive fury (“A Martyr Left Alive,” “Praise No Artery Intact”), to all-out assaults that abuse tempos with their punishing heft (“With Loving Arms Disfigured,” “No Lamb Was Lost”), it’s hard to believe that this is the same group that released You’re Not You Anymore or A Eulogy For Those Still Here. Punishing, vitriolic, and existentially weighty, Counterparts embarks on unforeseen journeys of blasphemy and pain. Closer “Heaven Let Them Die” exemplifies this act’s strengths, tying up the common lyrical motif screamed with throat-shredding intensity, that you’ll be howling for days: “HEAVEN… LET THEM… DIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!” – Dear Hollow

夢遊病者 (Sleepwalker) // Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum2 – The last outing by Russian/Japanese/American experimental, avant-garde, blackened noise outfit 夢遊病者, Noč Na Krayu Sveta, was my favorite EP of 2021. This year’s Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum is, if anything, even more unhinged. Like stepping into one of those nightmares that you don’t initially realise is a nightmare, parts of DPA are strangely soothing and delicate, wrapping you in lullaby-like melodies. But then, sometimes without you even noticing at first, warped melodies weave their way into the mix, before distorted, blackened vocals creep in, even as half-heard blast beats start to pound in the background. Shifting through their chameleonic palette, 夢遊病者 deploy bouzouki, uke, vibraphone, church organ and more, alongside more standard instrumentation, to create soundscapes worthy of the title Delirium. Tracked across three continents, this doubtless adds to the disconcerting sense of dizzying vertigo that infuses much of the EP, furthered by contributions from various gospel, Americana, and jazz guests. If you’re looking for a really weird night in, check this out, especially the closing duo of “Telepath Transport Wing” and “Aurum Iris Loop.” – Carcharodon

Entheos // An End to Everything – As Entheos continues to move into waters with increased breaks into clean, melodic refrains as peak points—a step first taken with 2023’s Time Will Take Us All—a continued adherence to their riff-led, groove-centered brand of techy death metal remains vital to their impact. Chunky riff after chunky riff after chunky riff hits first and repeatedly allows An End to Everything to crackle as the leanest both in length and pit-stirring effect of any Entheos album since 2016’s The Infinite Nothing. But more than just offering slinky slide-to-triplet rushes (“And End to Everything”) or snaking staccato beatings (“Life in Slow Motion”), Entheos offers throat-ripping breeeees, snarls, and hissing goblin assaults via Chaney Crabb’s extreme vocal commitment. Though comparable to frequent touring mates Alluvial3 in tone and tumble, Crabb delivers the necessary differentiation, complete with melodic chorus cries that stick like anthemic ear candy to an audience who patiently awaits sweet indulgence. Fit for a fifteen-minute power set, a pre-meeting energy blitz, or simply a destructive arm-throwing about your own home, An End to Everything feels both complete as a short-form work and steadfast a promise that Entheos plans to continue on a grooving path to success. – Dolphin Whisperer

Sylvaine // Eg Er Framand – Widely maligned for their ear-splitting volume and indecipherable vertical chords, pipe organs have a softer, ethereal side that often goes overlooked. Sylvaine’s gorgeous EP pits her otherworldly voice against hypnotic, shimmering high organ registrations, a duet custom-built to melt this frozen heart. Organs are designed for the spaces they inhabit,4 ensuring their resonance melds with the architecture of their home, and the descending spiral motif that bookends “Dagsens Auga Sloknar Ut” and “Tussmørke” duplicates this integration into Sylvaine’s music. There’s something of the eternal about this EP, its vibrating vocal harmonies and sustained wind tones suspending the passage of time and evoking both dusk and dawn. My 2024 opened with a death and ended with a birth; I can think of few soundtracks more fitting than Eg Er Framand. – Iceberg

Persefone // Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 – How shall I put this? What Carcharodon is to Kanonenfieber, I consider myself to Persefone. These Andorrans have always been a masterclass of blending insanely good musicianship with effortless technicality and rousing melodic movements. After longtime vocalist Marc Pia was replaced by Eternal Storm’s Daniel R. Flys, I feared that my beloved Persefone was gone, but I’m happy to say Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 dispelled my doubts. For one, it utilizes what Persefone has always done best; the music growing in intensity at the end of “Lingua Ignota” channels the iconic escalations from “Living Waves” (Aathma) and “Spiritual Migration (Spiritual Migration). However, as always, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 is another step in Persefone’s evolution. “One Word” is one of Persefone’s most direct songs to date, with a powerful, memorable chorus betwixt tight, technical riffage, and adds a new dimension with Flys’ clean vocals joining Miguel Espinosa’s previously solo cleans. “Abyssal Communication” closes the EP with moving ambience, which Persefone has always loved to do, but follows Metanoia’s further emphasis on synth tones and is pleasantly dynamic, working well as a standalone track instead of just a send-off. It’s all fantastic, because it’s quintessentially Persefone, only now in a bite-sized and endlessly replayable size. Compact and to the point, yet still offering a wide breadth of intoxicating riffs and solos, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 stands strong in their discography and even brings back a consistency I felt was slightly missing from 2022’s Metanoia. – Mystikus Hugebeard

Dislimn // Esmee – You never appreciate how good Bandcamp can be until a band doesn’t have one, and it has made Dislimn tragically difficult to find. I was lucky to stumble upon them in the promo sump whereupon I made a mental note to check later, but most people lack that kind of resource. Dislimn’s Esmee is a lovely piece of shimmering doomgaze with a heavy stoner edge, and I think they deserve a fair bit more attention than they’ve received. It’s a queer mix of stoner, prog, and post that lands through Dislimn’s impeccable vibes and simple but gripping songwriting. Esmee starts off gentle; the radio-friendly post-lite opener “Anxiety” is the perfect tune to float through a depressive dreamlike haze, but as time passes, the music develops some bite. The riffs in tracks like “Esmee’s Story” and “In My Mind” are straightforward, memorable, and crunchy with just the right amount of fuzz, while vocalist Alix’s dreamlike ever-soft vocals serenely soar above. “Gullfoss” is a bit of an oddball; a rockin’ and a rollin’ riffy jaunt sandwiched between emotive, brooding doomgaze is a bit of a lurch, but it grows on you. Overall, Esmee is the sort of unassuming EP that stealthily sinks its claws into you. I’ve returned to Esmee’s dreamy gloom many a time now, and I reckon you will too. – Mystikus Hugebeard

#2024 #AnEndToEverything #Beatdown #Counterparts #DeafToSuffering #DeathMetal #DeleriumPathomutagenoAdductum #Dislimn #Entheos #Esmee #Glassbone #GothicDoom #GothicRock #Hardcore #HeavenLetThemDie #Hillclimber #Lathe #LinguaIgnotaPt1 #MammothGrinder #Metalcore #Persefone #PostMetal #ProgressiveDeathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Slam #Sleepwalker #TechnicalDeathMetal #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #UndyingSpectralResonance #夢遊病者

EP / Split / Single Roundup of 2024, Part 1

By Mystikus Hugebeard

In case you’re asking yourself “Where did El Cuervo go and why has he been replaced by a handsome, bearded wizard who is also ripped and buff?” rest assured that all is well with the original EP wrangler. In what could only be described as a Christmas miracle, he has passed the privilege of organizing AMG’s yearly EP post unto myself and Dolphin WhisEPerer so that he might finally have the time to catch up on reading all the comments on his Opeth review. Let it be known that we treat this gravest of responsibilities with the utmost respect.

But enough faffing about, the most important thing is this cornucopia of EP’s, splits, singles, and demos we’ve arranged for you. Shorter-form releases like these are the patron saint of hidden gems. Rarely do they fall in the same hype cycle typically reserved for LP’s, so once a year we like to pay our respects to the oft-overlooked, unsung heroes of our metal community. They provide a necessary space for both fledgling and established bands to experiment with wild ideas that might not sustain a full release, or they can be a great outlet for bands to focus on their strongest material without weaker songs diluting the overall experience. Come, rejoice! Take a well-deserved break from the exhausting bloat of boring, regular albums, and bask in the majesty of the tighter focus and accessibility of short-form release with your bearded pal, Mystikus Hugebeard!

Make sure to return for Part II so that our Dolphin may Whisper1 to you of a whole new collection of releases!

Lathe // Hillclimber – Lathe are what you get when you mix the pedal steel and blues of country music with the atmosphere, weight and build-ups of post-metal. Hillclimber is written for a new lineup, adding an additional guitarist and a bassist, and it shows in the added density of their sound. As with their previous work, Hillclimber builds as it goes. “Weave” provides an almost spacey opening with a simple, twangy guitar melody and pedal steel embellishment. By “Blood,” trem-picked pedal steel, pounding drums and big riffs trade places with amp noise. Hillclimber isn’t revolutionary, hewing close stylistically to the post-ier, less dancy or rocky side of Tongue of Silver. But the riffs are big, the melodies pretty, and the atmosphere dense, and it says promising things about the new lineup. – Sentynel

Mammoth Grinder // Undying Spectral Resonance – Ever since the early 2010s Entombedcore wave fizzled out, I’ve longed for a band to revive that sound. With Undying Spectral Resonance, Mammoth Grinder seem to have answered the call. The band’s punky take on Swedeath has long offered Power Trip drummer Chris Ulsh a brawny way to flex his guitar and vocal abilities, but I never expected him to break Mammoth Grinder’s recording silence with something this heavy. Throughout most of these 14 minutes, Ulsh offers a hoarse roar that’s monstrous, a guitar tone that could crush boulders, and riffs that are downright punishing. “Corpse of Divinant” plows forward on muscular grooves that will have your inner hardcore kiddo dripping with arousal, while “Obsessed with Death” closes out the EP with a D-beating for the ages. Plopping an atmospheric synth interlude in the middle of a five-song tracklist was an odd choice, but at least it makes the midpaced lurch of “Decrease the Peace” sound even more massive. Let’s just hope we get more from these guys sooner rather than later. – Mark Z.

Glassbone // Deaf to Suffering – Frens of the blog know that I love me some good slam. The harder it hammers, the better. And while there were several tectonic options released this year, none hit the way latecomer EP Deaf to Suffering has. Courtesy of French buzzsaw hardcore/slam brutalists Glassbone, Deaf to Suffering springs into action with the absolutely devastating “Post Mortem Declaration” and doesn’t let up for nearly twenty minutes of high-octane, hook-laden, filthy slam. Highlight “In Your Guts” sends me into a feral state with rabid riffs that are as lethal as the disease itself. “Sanctified By the Blade” transforms my body into this musclebound mass of testosterone mountainous enough to flatten entire plots of sequoia trees. The title track even brings a certain old-school death vitriol, characterized best by a classic sounding solo, that adds substantial dynamics to Glassbone’s slam-based concoction. Every song offers its own voice while still maintaining the status quo of total demolition, and yet it feels like Deaf to Suffering elevates the slamscape past the norm and into the extraordinary. –TheKenWord

Counterparts // Heaven Let Them Die – Counterparts is renowned for their confrontational and vulnerable take on melodic hardcore and notable contributions to metalcore. Heaven Let Them Die is the Canadians’ heaviest release by far, delivering the weight of its title in its clear influence from vocalist Brendan Murphy’s time in caustic hardcore act End. With crushing riffs and breakdowns ripped at vicious speed, vocals spit with vitriol and venom, there’s a distinct weight, both aurally and existentially, that gives Heaven Let Them Die its power. From its reverb-laden plods that let the haunting leads guide the blastbeat-inclusive fury (“A Martyr Left Alive,” “Praise No Artery Intact”), to all-out assaults that abuse tempos with their punishing heft (“With Loving Arms Disfigured,” “No Lamb Was Lost”), it’s hard to believe that this is the same group that released You’re Not You Anymore or A Eulogy For Those Still Here. Punishing, vitriolic, and existentially weighty, Counterparts embarks on unforeseen journeys of blasphemy and pain. Closer “Heaven Let Them Die” exemplifies this act’s strengths, tying up the common lyrical motif screamed with throat-shredding intensity, that you’ll be howling for days: “HEAVEN… LET THEM… DIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!” – Dear Hollow

夢遊病者 (Sleepwalker) // Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum2 – The last outing by Russian/Japanese/American experimental, avant-garde, blackened noise outfit 夢遊病者, Noč Na Krayu Sveta, was my favorite EP of 2021. This year’s Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum is, if anything, even more unhinged. Like stepping into one of those nightmares that you don’t initially realise is a nightmare, parts of DPA are strangely soothing and delicate, wrapping you in lullaby-like melodies. But then, sometimes without you even noticing at first, warped melodies weave their way into the mix, before distorted, blackened vocals creep in, even as half-heard blast beats start to pound in the background. Shifting through their chameleonic palette, 夢遊病者 deploy bouzouki, uke, vibraphone, church organ and more, alongside more standard instrumentation, to create soundscapes worthy of the title Delirium. Tracked across three continents, this doubtless adds to the disconcerting sense of dizzying vertigo that infuses much of the EP, furthered by contributions from various gospel, Americana, and jazz guests. If you’re looking for a really weird night in, check this out, especially the closing duo of “Telepath Transport Wing” and “Aurum Iris Loop.” – Carcharodon

Entheos // An End to Everything – As Entheos continues to move into waters with increased breaks into clean, melodic refrains as peak points—a step first taken with 2023’s Time Will Take Us All—a continued adherence to their riff-led, groove-centered brand of techy death metal remains vital to their impact. Chunky riff after chunky riff after chunky riff hits first and repeatedly allows An End to Everything to crackle as the leanest both in length and pit-stirring effect of any Entheos album since 2016’s The Infinite Nothing. But more than just offering slinky slide-to-triplet rushes (“And End to Everything”) or snaking staccato beatings (“Life in Slow Motion”), Entheos offers throat-ripping breeeees, snarls, and hissing goblin assaults via Chaney Crabb’s extreme vocal commitment. Though comparable to frequent touring mates Alluvial3 in tone and tumble, Crabb delivers the necessary differentiation, complete with melodic chorus cries that stick like anthemic ear candy to an audience who patiently awaits sweet indulgence. Fit for a fifteen-minute power set, a pre-meeting energy blitz, or simply a destructive arm-throwing about your own home, An End to Everything feels both complete as a short-form work and steadfast a promise that Entheos plans to continue on a grooving path to success. – Dolphin Whisperer

Sylvaine // Eg Er Framand – Widely maligned for their ear-splitting volume and indecipherable vertical chords, pipe organs have a softer, ethereal side that often goes overlooked. Sylvaine’s gorgeous EP pits her otherworldly voice against hypnotic, shimmering high organ registrations, a duet custom-built to melt this frozen heart. Organs are designed for the spaces they inhabit,4 ensuring their resonance melds with the architecture of their home, and the descending spiral motif that bookends “Dagsens Auga Sloknar Ut” and “Tussmørke” duplicates this integration into Sylvaine’s music. There’s something of the eternal about this EP, its vibrating vocal harmonies and sustained wind tones suspending the passage of time and evoking both dusk and dawn. My 2024 opened with a death and ended with a birth; I can think of few soundtracks more fitting than Eg Er Framand. – Iceberg

Persefone // Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 – How shall I put this? What Carcharodon is to Kanonenfieber, I consider myself to Persefone. These Andorrans have always been a masterclass of blending insanely good musicianship with effortless technicality and rousing melodic movements. After longtime vocalist Marc Pia was replaced by Eternal Storm’s Daniel R. Flys, I feared that my beloved Persefone was gone, but I’m happy to say Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 dispelled my doubts. For one, it utilizes what Persefone has always done best; the music growing in intensity at the end of “Lingua Ignota” channels the iconic escalations from “Living Waves” (Aathma) and “Spiritual Migration (Spiritual Migration). However, as always, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 is another step in Persefone’s evolution. “One Word” is one of Persefone’s most direct songs to date, with a powerful, memorable chorus betwixt tight, technical riffage, and adds a new dimension with Flys’ clean vocals joining Miguel Espinosa’s previously solo cleans. “Abyssal Communication” closes the EP with moving ambience, which Persefone has always loved to do, but follows Metanoia’s further emphasis on synth tones and is pleasantly dynamic, working well as a standalone track instead of just a send-off. It’s all fantastic, because it’s quintessentially Persefone, only now in a bite-sized and endlessly replayable size. Compact and to the point, yet still offering a wide breadth of intoxicating riffs and solos, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 stands strong in their discography and even brings back a consistency I felt was slightly missing from 2022’s Metanoia. – Mystikus Hugebeard

Dislimn // Esmee – You never appreciate how good Bandcamp can be until a band doesn’t have one, and it has made Dislimn tragically difficult to find. I was lucky to stumble upon them in the promo sump whereupon I made a mental note to check later, but most people lack that kind of resource. Dislimn’s Esmee is a lovely piece of shimmering doomgaze with a heavy stoner edge, and I think they deserve a fair bit more attention than they’ve received. It’s a queer mix of stoner, prog, and post that lands through Dislimn’s impeccable vibes and simple but gripping songwriting. Esmee starts off gentle; the radio-friendly post-lite opener “Anxiety” is the perfect tune to float through a depressive dreamlike haze, but as time passes, the music develops some bite. The riffs in tracks like “Esmee’s Story” and “In My Mind” are straightforward, memorable, and crunchy with just the right amount of fuzz, while vocalist Alix’s dreamlike ever-soft vocals serenely soar above. “Gullfoss” is a bit of an oddball; a rockin’ and a rollin’ riffy jaunt sandwiched between emotive, brooding doomgaze is a bit of a lurch, but it grows on you. Overall, Esmee is the sort of unassuming EP that stealthily sinks its claws into you. I’ve returned to Esmee’s dreamy gloom many a time now, and I reckon you will too. – Mystikus Hugebeard

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Deathrite – Flames Licking Fever Review

By Alekhines Gun

Written By: Nameless_N00b_85

Sometimes it’s not about the brutality or the speed, it’s about the pizzazz. German band Deathrite began life as OSDM worship in 2010, before attempting to make their own mark by incorporating more punk riff simplicity and black metal atmospheres into one vile brew. Now, they stand poised to deliver their fifth outing, the oddly titled Flames Licking Fever, and the idea of such a trifecta of sounds certainly tickles the earballs. Do the ingredients come together in a potable stew, or should these flavors remain separated from each other for good?

Flames Licking Fever is drowning in atmosphere which lends it a clear auditory identity, and any one song, chosen at random, would convince you that you’d stumbled on something special. The slightly reverbed vocals and spaced instruments give it a flavor adjacent to the Icelandic black metal scene, particularly Svartidauði. This gives the more punk-flavored riffs an engaging auditory palate, particularly in the stuttering echoes and classic rock-tinged twang of “Gallows Trail.” Solos, when present, are engaging and enjoyably shreddy and vocalist Tony Heinrich howls with a more clean, thrash-oriented tone, which is well-suited to the echoing nature of the production. The whole package makes for excellent background music while cleaning or spending time with friends with its accessible tones, mid-paced chugs and gentle echoes, and if that sounds like a good time for you, this might be up your alley.

If you, however, think “excellent background music” is damning with faint praise, you are right on the money, as Flames Licking Fever is catastrophically boring. The entire compositional backbone of Deathrite consists of taking the more mid-paced heft of Mammoth Grinder or Genocide Pact and riding simplistic grooves well past their expiration point. Every song here except “Misanthropic Rush” is played at the same “brisk walk with a loved one” tempo, with minimal variations of bpm or rhythmic progression to keep things interesting. Opener “Crippled Ego” briefly deceives with its almost industrial-like intro of blast beats and cold, computer-like guitar tones, but this, alas, turns out to be one of the very few moments of energy in an otherwise morose presentation. From time to time a tired, trem-lead rears its head, but is invariably swallowed up in the atmosphere of the album due to its exhausted-sounding, bleary pace.

It doesn’t help that compositionally, Flames Licking Fever has precisely two tricks to keep the listener engaged: the occasional time signature shift, and an almost Beethoven-esque affection for trills. Making the strange track sequencing/compositional choice to end a song with a slow, boring chug or riff, only to open the very next song with an equally boring chug or riff, Deathrite compensate by attempting to trick the listener into thinking something interesting is about to happen by deftly switching from a 2/4 to a 3/4 time (“Flames Licking Fever,” “Bottomless Graves”), and crescendoing just a bit. Alas, each of these builds invariably return to more boring riffs. The riffs themselves are often punctuated by trills, most egregiously in “A Slave to a Poisoned Soul”, which neatly divide measures without adding anything to the overall composition. Eventually, the listener realizes this is the only musical flourish waiting for his ears, and the trills wear as thin as the riffs themselves. There’s certainly nothing wrong with time signature changes or trills, and many bands use them to great effect. However, the abominable simplicity of Deathrite’s toolkit only exacerbates the equally abominable simplicity of their riffcraft.

Like a water balloon being tossed at a brick wall, Flames Licking Fever comes and goes into our lives without leaving any real impact. There is no standout moment here; no particularly great riff, no song worth rewinding over, no air guitar-inducing enthusiasm or grunt-along-in-the-shower vocal phrasing, and beyond the excellent artwork, certainly no pizzazz. There is instead a collection of mid-paced, okay-caliber death adjacent punk riffs. Other than their efforts at a “grand finale” of a closing track, you could even consume the album on shuffle and not dramatically change the listening experience. If you need something peaceful to enjoy while doing your dishes or unwinding after a hard day at work, you might have found a winner here—otherwise there isn’t anything recommending this album over the rest of this year’s releases.

Rating: 1.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Into Endless Chaos Records
Websites: deathrite.bandcamp.com | de-de.facebook.com/deathrite666
Releases Worldwide: October 18th, 2024

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Deathrite – Flames Licking Fever Review

By Alekhines Gun

Written By: Nameless_N00b_85

Sometimes it’s not about the brutality or the speed, it’s about the pizzazz. German band Deathrite began life as OSDM worship in 2010, before attempting to make their own mark by incorporating more punk riff simplicity and black metal atmospheres into one vile brew. Now, they stand poised to deliver their fifth outing, the oddly titled Flames Licking Fever, and the idea of such a trifecta of sounds certainly tickles the earballs. Do the ingredients come together in a potable stew, or should these flavors remain separated from each other for good?

Flames Licking Fever is drowning in atmosphere which lends it a clear auditory identity, and any one song, chosen at random, would convince you that you’d stumbled on something special. The slightly reverbed vocals and spaced instruments give it a flavor adjacent to the Icelandic black metal scene, particularly Svartidauði. This gives the more punk-flavored riffs an engaging auditory palate, particularly in the stuttering echoes and classic rock-tinged twang of “Gallows Trail.” Solos, when present, are engaging and enjoyably shreddy and vocalist Tony Heinrich howls with a more clean, thrash-oriented tone, which is well-suited to the echoing nature of the production. The whole package makes for excellent background music while cleaning or spending time with friends with its accessible tones, mid-paced chugs and gentle echoes, and if that sounds like a good time for you, this might be up your alley.

If you, however, think “excellent background music” is damning with faint praise, you are right on the money, as Flames Licking Fever is catastrophically boring. The entire compositional backbone of Deathrite consists of taking the more mid-paced heft of Mammoth Grinder or Genocide Pact and riding simplistic grooves well past their expiration point. Every song here except “Misanthropic Rush” is played at the same “brisk walk with a loved one” tempo, with minimal variations of bpm or rhythmic progression to keep things interesting. Opener “Crippled Ego” briefly deceives with its almost industrial-like intro of blast beats and cold, computer-like guitar tones, but this, alas, turns out to be one of the very few moments of energy in an otherwise morose presentation. From time to time a tired, trem-lead rears its head, but is invariably swallowed up in the atmosphere of the album due to its exhausted-sounding, bleary pace.

It doesn’t help that compositionally, Flames Licking Fever has precisely two tricks to keep the listener engaged: the occasional time signature shift, and an almost Beethoven-esque affection for trills. Making the strange track sequencing/compositional choice to end a song with a slow, boring chug or riff, only to open the very next song with an equally boring chug or riff, Deathrite compensate by attempting to trick the listener into thinking something interesting is about to happen by deftly switching from a 2/4 to a 3/4 time (“Flames Licking Fever,” “Bottomless Graves”), and crescendoing just a bit. Alas, each of these builds invariably return to more boring riffs. The riffs themselves are often punctuated by trills, most egregiously in “A Slave to a Poisoned Soul”, which neatly divide measures without adding anything to the overall composition. Eventually, the listener realizes this is the only musical flourish waiting for his ears, and the trills wear as thin as the riffs themselves. There’s certainly nothing wrong with time signature changes or trills, and many bands use them to great effect. However, the abominable simplicity of Deathrite’s toolkit only exacerbates the equally abominable simplicity of their riffcraft.

Like a water balloon being tossed at a brick wall, Flames Licking Fever comes and goes into our lives without leaving any real impact. There is no standout moment here; no particularly great riff, no song worth rewinding over, no air guitar-inducing enthusiasm or grunt-along-in-the-shower vocal phrasing, and beyond the excellent artwork, certainly no pizzazz. There is instead a collection of mid-paced, okay-caliber death adjacent punk riffs. Other than their efforts at a “grand finale” of a closing track, you could even consume the album on shuffle and not dramatically change the listening experience. If you need something peaceful to enjoy while doing your dishes or unwinding after a hard day at work, you might have found a winner here—otherwise there isn’t anything recommending this album over the rest of this year’s releases.

Rating: 1.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Into Endless Chaos Records
Websites: deathrite.bandcamp.com | de-de.facebook.com/deathrite666
Releases Worldwide: October 18th, 2024

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Deathrite – Flames Licking Fever Review

By Alekhines Gun

Written By: Nameless_N00b_85

Sometimes it’s not about the brutality or the speed, it’s about the pizzazz. German band Deathrite began life as OSDM worship in 2010, before attempting to make their own mark by incorporating more punk riff simplicity and black metal atmospheres into one vile brew. Now, they stand poised to deliver their fifth outing, the oddly titled Flames Licking Fever, and the idea of such a trifecta of sounds certainly tickles the earballs. Do the ingredients come together in a potable stew, or should these flavors remain separated from each other for good?

Flames Licking Fever is drowning in atmosphere which lends it a clear auditory identity, and any one song, chosen at random, would convince you that you’d stumbled on something special. The slightly reverbed vocals and spaced instruments give it a flavor adjacent to the Icelandic black metal scene, particularly Svartidauði. This gives the more punk-flavored riffs an engaging auditory palate, particularly in the stuttering echoes and classic rock-tinged twang of “Gallows Trail.” Solos, when present, are engaging and enjoyably shreddy and vocalist Tony Heinrich howls with a more clean, thrash-oriented tone, which is well-suited to the echoing nature of the production. The whole package makes for excellent background music while cleaning or spending time with friends with its accessible tones, mid-paced chugs and gentle echoes, and if that sounds like a good time for you, this might be up your alley.

If you, however, think “excellent background music” is damning with faint praise, you are right on the money, as Flames Licking Fever is catastrophically boring. The entire compositional backbone of Deathrite consists of taking the more mid-paced heft of Mammoth Grinder or Genocide Pact and riding simplistic grooves well past their expiration point. Every song here except “Misanthropic Rush” is played at the same “brisk walk with a loved one” tempo, with minimal variations of bpm or rhythmic progression to keep things interesting. Opener “Crippled Ego” briefly deceives with its almost industrial-like intro of blast beats and cold, computer-like guitar tones, but this, alas, turns out to be one of the very few moments of energy in an otherwise morose presentation. From time to time a tired, trem-lead rears its head, but is invariably swallowed up in the atmosphere of the album due to its exhausted-sounding, bleary pace.

It doesn’t help that compositionally, Flames Licking Fever has precisely two tricks to keep the listener engaged: the occasional time signature shift, and an almost Beethoven-esque affection for trills. Making the strange track sequencing/compositional choice to end a song with a slow, boring chug or riff, only to open the very next song with an equally boring chug or riff, Deathrite compensate by attempting to trick the listener into thinking something interesting is about to happen by deftly switching from a 2/4 to a 3/4 time (“Flames Licking Fever,” “Bottomless Graves”), and crescendoing just a bit. Alas, each of these builds invariably return to more boring riffs. The riffs themselves are often punctuated by trills, most egregiously in “A Slave to a Poisoned Soul”, which neatly divide measures without adding anything to the overall composition. Eventually, the listener realizes this is the only musical flourish waiting for his ears, and the trills wear as thin as the riffs themselves. There’s certainly nothing wrong with time signature changes or trills, and many bands use them to great effect. However, the abominable simplicity of Deathrite’s toolkit only exacerbates the equally abominable simplicity of their riffcraft.

Like a water balloon being tossed at a brick wall, Flames Licking Fever comes and goes into our lives without leaving any real impact. There is no standout moment here; no particularly great riff, no song worth rewinding over, no air guitar-inducing enthusiasm or grunt-along-in-the-shower vocal phrasing, and beyond the excellent artwork, certainly no pizzazz. There is instead a collection of mid-paced, okay-caliber death adjacent punk riffs. Other than their efforts at a “grand finale” of a closing track, you could even consume the album on shuffle and not dramatically change the listening experience. If you need something peaceful to enjoy while doing your dishes or unwinding after a hard day at work, you might have found a winner here—otherwise there isn’t anything recommending this album over the rest of this year’s releases.

Rating: 1.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Into Endless Chaos Records
Websites: deathrite.bandcamp.com | de-de.facebook.com/deathrite666
Releases Worldwide: October 18th, 2024

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MAMMOTH GRINDER Announce Undying Spectral Resonance EP; Title Track Visualizer Streaming

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MAMMOTH GRINDER Announce Undying Spectral Resonance EP; Title Track Visualizer Streaming

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NAILS, MAMMOTH GRINDER, 200 STAB WOUNDS, TRIBAL GAZE

Théâtre Fairmount, Wednesday, 11 September (19:00)

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Apes – Penitence Review

By Dear Hollow

In the preface of Herman Hesse’s Faust-inspired novel Steppenwolf, an unnamed narrator (simply called the Nephew) details a series of encounters with main character Harry Haller. Haller is described as extremely intellectual and arrogant, but ultimately alienated by and disillusioned with the bourgeois-dominated society of twentieth-century Germany. Hesse’s narrative culminates in a scene in which the narrator and Haller, now friends, attend a lecture from a philosopher, one of Europe’s brightest minds. Haller gives a fleeting glance at the narrator: his expression is described as cutting through the pomp and pretense of human society, a look that is described as melancholic, dismissing the words and their speaker. “It said: ‘See what monkeys we are! Look, such is man!’ and at once all renown, all intelligence, all the attainments of the spirit, all progress towards the sublime, the great and the enduring in man fell away and became a monkey’s trick!”

Apes is a six-piece from Montreal, having released one LP and a series of demos and EPs since its inception in 2012. 2017 debut full-length Lightless introduced the band’s now-signature sound, a blend that continues in its sophomore effort Penitence seven years later: a blend of black metal and grindcore. While easy comparisons would be the sinister cutthroat attack of older Anaal Nathrakh or the unhinged intensity of Siberian Hell Sounds, Apes resides in a blackened interpretation of Nails, Trap Them, or Mammoth Grinder. Crusty riffs and blazing blastbeats are the backbone of Penitence, atop which elements of atmospheric black metal, doom, and noise are introduced. An unbearably suffocating and filthy listen that hits hard, fast, and menacingly, Apes seamlessly offers riffs and grimness in equal measure through an animalistic intensity, its lyrics and atmosphere a constant hopeless reminder of humankind’s futility.

For all of twenty-five minutes, Apes does not waste a single second, thanks to its impressive contributors. Vocalist Alexandre Goulet offers a hardcore-inspired bark that collapses into a primitive howl, further emphasizing the themes present on Penitence, guiding a swarming triple-guitar beatdown that descends into blackened suffocation and climactic solos throughout that settles into a doom-inspired groove periodically, while blastbeats, powerful kicks, and tom-heavy buildups hit at just the right moments. Painted across the album at large is a tapestry of noise, adding a density and rockiness that feels like the suffocation of confession and shame – covered in the darkness of misanthropy. It lacks the clarity of Nails or Trap Them, but its suffocating aims are far better served in this palette.

“Coffin” is a good opener with its filthy crust, amplified by guest Madi Watkins from Year of the Knife, but the track almost serves as a misdirect in its upfront gooey slam-inspired breakdown and thunderous grooves: meatheadedness before the storm, if you will. While the riffs and chugs are present throughout Penitence, they serve as elements among many to Apes’ dynamics. The best examples of this are “Bottom Feeder,” “Shadow Walker,” and “Echoes,” through which moments of clarity offer relentless beatdown, but otherwise focus on down-tuned riffage and tremolo while atmosphere pervades. The title track is likewise a stellar offering because it features an unshakeable riff before slowing the tempo incrementally to a nearly death/doom Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire-esque crawl by its conclusion, achieving a nearly unbearable density in closer “Pillars” alongside a scathing melodic motif. “The Great Fire” and “Closure” are more forgettable pieces in comparison, but undeniably crucial to the soundscape that Penitence builds: less a scenic vista and more a path to get to the outlook.

Closer “Pillars” looks out upon the scorched earth of man’s futility with a punishing and animalistic grind-inspired, crusty, blackened, and riffy take on grind. Apes wears its theme firmly on its sleeve, as portrayed in the Werner Herzog sample at the end of “Closure” best summarized in this: “there is no harmony in the universe.” Penitence is a heavy album, balancing bouncy riffs, chugging guitars, and an evocative atmospheric prowess alongside its blackened tendencies – a slowly unfolding album with plenty of secrets to unveil in spite of its extremely brief runtime. While comparisons to Anaal Nathrakh, Nails, and Outergods are fair, they are ultimately incomplete, favoring riff or atmosphere. In this way, Apes soars in an album that’s unafraid to whisk you away to a place dark and unsettling only to kick you to the curb while laughing maniacally at mankind’s achievements. See what monkeys we are, truly.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Secret Swarm Records
Websites: apesqc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/apesqc
Releases Worldwide: June 14th, 2024

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Apes – Penitence Review

By Dear Hollow

In the preface of Herman Hesse’s Faust-inspired novel Steppenwolf, an unnamed narrator (simply called the Nephew) details a series of encounters with main character Harry Haller. Haller is described as extremely intellectual and arrogant, but ultimately alienated by and disillusioned with the bourgeois-dominated society of twentieth-century Germany. Hesse’s narrative culminates in a scene in which the narrator and Haller, now friends, attend a lecture from a philosopher, one of Europe’s brightest minds. Haller gives a fleeting glance at the narrator: his expression is described as cutting through the pomp and pretense of human society, a look that is described as melancholic, dismissing the words and their speaker. “It said: ‘See what monkeys we are! Look, such is man!’ and at once all renown, all intelligence, all the attainments of the spirit, all progress towards the sublime, the great and the enduring in man fell away and became a monkey’s trick!”

Apes is a six-piece from Montreal, having released one LP and a series of demos and EPs since its inception in 2012. 2017 debut full-length Lightless introduced the band’s now-signature sound, a blend that continues in its sophomore effort Penitence seven years later: a blend of black metal and grindcore. While easy comparisons would be the sinister cutthroat attack of older Anaal Nathrakh or the unhinged intensity of Siberian Hell Sounds, Apes resides in a blackened interpretation of Nails, Trap Them, or Mammoth Grinder. Crusty riffs and blazing blastbeats are the backbone of Penitence, atop which elements of atmospheric black metal, doom, and noise are introduced. An unbearably suffocating and filthy listen that hits hard, fast, and menacingly, Apes seamlessly offers riffs and grimness in equal measure through an animalistic intensity, its lyrics and atmosphere a constant hopeless reminder of humankind’s futility.

For all of twenty-five minutes, Apes does not waste a single second, thanks to its impressive contributors. Vocalist Alexandre Goulet offers a hardcore-inspired bark that collapses into a primitive howl, further emphasizing the themes present on Penitence, guiding a swarming triple-guitar beatdown that descends into blackened suffocation and climactic solos throughout that settles into a doom-inspired groove periodically, while blastbeats, powerful kicks, and tom-heavy buildups hit at just the right moments. Painted across the album at large is a tapestry of noise, adding a density and rockiness that feels like the suffocation of confession and shame – covered in the darkness of misanthropy. It lacks the clarity of Nails or Trap Them, but its suffocating aims are far better served in this palette.

“Coffin” is a good opener with its filthy crust, amplified by guest Madi Watkins from Year of the Knife, but the track almost serves as a misdirect in its upfront gooey slam-inspired breakdown and thunderous grooves: meatheadedness before the storm, if you will. While the riffs and chugs are present throughout Penitence, they serve as elements among many to Apes’ dynamics. The best examples of this are “Bottom Feeder,” “Shadow Walker,” and “Echoes,” through which moments of clarity offer relentless beatdown, but otherwise focus on down-tuned riffage and tremolo while atmosphere pervades. The title track is likewise a stellar offering because it features an unshakeable riff before slowing the tempo incrementally to a nearly death/doom Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire-esque crawl by its conclusion, achieving a nearly unbearable density in closer “Pillars” alongside a scathing melodic motif. “The Great Fire” and “Closure” are more forgettable pieces in comparison, but undeniably crucial to the soundscape that Penitence builds: less a scenic vista and more a path to get to the outlook.

Closer “Pillars” looks out upon the scorched earth of man’s futility with a punishing and animalistic grind-inspired, crusty, blackened, and riffy take on grind. Apes wears its theme firmly on its sleeve, as portrayed in the Werner Herzog sample at the end of “Closure” best summarized in this: “there is no harmony in the universe.” Penitence is a heavy album, balancing bouncy riffs, chugging guitars, and an evocative atmospheric prowess alongside its blackened tendencies – a slowly unfolding album with plenty of secrets to unveil in spite of its extremely brief runtime. While comparisons to Anaal Nathrakh, Nails, and Outergods are fair, they are ultimately incomplete, favoring riff or atmosphere. In this way, Apes soars in an album that’s unafraid to whisk you away to a place dark and unsettling only to kick you to the curb while laughing maniacally at mankind’s achievements. See what monkeys we are, truly.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Secret Swarm Records
Websites: apesqc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/apesqc
Releases Worldwide: June 14th, 2024

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ACxDC – G.O.A.T. Review

By Dear Hollow

If you don’t know ACxDC, then what are you doing with your life? Like listening to actually good metal? Too bad for your sorry ass. The LA natives are back in black for their own highway to hell, and it’s too good to be true. For the woefully uninformed and uncultured, don’t even think alternate or direct current and Brian Johnson, you swine. It’s Antichrist Demoncore, and the peanut butter cup moniker of divine apathy is so sweet and gummy. ACxDC’s EP The Second Coming was introduced when I first got to college, and if I’d had my way, debut full-length Antichrist Demoncore would have been blaring when I graduated. Well, maybe not, because they’re really fuckin’ obnoxious.

Now, I know I’m supposed to be the knower of all things and genres, but ACxDC was my first powerviolence experience, and only later did I delve into the grind-adjacent beatdowns of Weekend Nachos, Nails, or Mammoth Grinder.1 Only when the inimitable Dolphin Whisperer crooned sweetly, explaining that powerviolence is actually grindcore’s degenerate and inbred little cousin did I understand that powerviolence is actually fundamentally better. Just as its two full-lengths, bevy of splits and EPs since 2003 suggest, ACxDC is about as meatheaded and tempo-abusing as they come, with hints of thrash, groove, and crust, with a forked tongue implanted heavily in cheek. It’s fun. It’s obnoxious.

Oh look, you’re still here. ACxDC tears you a new one across twenty-four minutes and seventeen tracks of insanity hastily garbed in Satanic gym clothes for the second coming of the hot new PE teacher.2 The riffs get hot and heavy fast, with tracks like “Boxed In,” “Greatest of All Time,” “Definition of Insanity,” and “Thot Police” dragging their crusty balls across unassuming listeners’ ears, while the relentless blastbeats and grindy sanders of “Wanna See a Dead Body?,” “Flying Pigs,” and “Vested Interest” are sure to warrant some facial reconstructions. Vocals are all over the place, shrieks and growls taking the piss, as tracks like “Fairweather,” “Clout Chaser,” and “Goatcore” take a bite straight outta that death metal buttcheek. The abilities of the guitars to shift from crusty hardcore a la Amebix to the thick slogs of Entombed A.D., and the manic attack of the drums and its formidable tone? Boy howdy.

Now, the chugs are a different story. And by a different story, I mean we go from Eclipse to Breaking Dawn, okay? I guess the chugs and stank make powerviolence not grindcore but I ain’t a gatekeeper – hell, I don’t even know anyone who keeps gates (what is that, for pets?). If you’re like, “oh Dear Hollow talks about the shit he doesn’t like in this section,” think again, bitch. The chugs of ACxDC are trying to be your friend, with tracks like “Karoshi,” “At Midnight” and “Cloud Chaser” clawing their way into your pants once and for all. Cuts like “Fairweather,” “Thot Police,” and “Expired” are necessary listening if you like music, but otherwise the rest of G.O.A.T. is the most obnoxious din ever, guaranteed to get your parents calling the pastor while clutching pearls and a copy of the ESV New Testament. Because that’s how ACxDC do.

I have a method (for once) for grading ACxDC. I take how many stank faces have I made through the course of this album, then take that number and divide it by, like, twelve or maybe eight. Whatever. Then I add a solid sixty-nine, then take the integral of that shit.3 My point is that I made a lotta stank faces with G.O.A.T. and I perturbed a lot of student work by blasting this in class. It’s ACxDC for the true G.O.A.T., IYKYK.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: acxdc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ACxDC
Releases Worldwide: April 26th, 2024

#2024 #30 #ACxDC #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #CrustPunk #DeathMetal #GOAT_ #Grindcore #MammothGrinder #Nails #Powerviolence #ProstheticRecords #Review #Reviews #WeekendNachos

ACxDC – G.O.A.T. Review

By Dear Hollow

If you don’t know ACxDC, then what are you doing with your life? Like listening to actually good metal? Too bad for your sorry ass. The LA natives are back in black for their own highway to hell, and it’s too good to be true. For the woefully uninformed and uncultured, don’t even think alternate or direct current and Brian Johnson, you swine. It’s Antichrist Demoncore, and the peanut butter cup moniker of divine apathy is so sweet and gummy. ACxDC’s EP The Second Coming was introduced when I first got to college, and if I’d had my way, debut full-length Antichrist Demoncore would have been blaring when I graduated. Well, maybe not, because they’re really fuckin’ obnoxious.

Now, I know I’m supposed to be the knower of all things and genres, but ACxDC was my first powerviolence experience, and only later did I delve into the grind-adjacent beatdowns of Weekend Nachos, Nails, or Mammoth Grinder.1 Only when the inimitable Dolphin Whisperer crooned sweetly, explaining that powerviolence is actually grindcore’s degenerate and inbred little cousin did I understand that powerviolence is actually fundamentally better. Just as its two full-lengths, bevy of splits and EPs since 2003 suggest, ACxDC is about as meatheaded and tempo-abusing as they come, with hints of thrash, groove, and crust, with a forked tongue implanted heavily in cheek. It’s fun. It’s obnoxious.

Oh look, you’re still here. ACxDC tears you a new one across twenty-four minutes and seventeen tracks of insanity hastily garbed in Satanic gym clothes for the second coming of the hot new PE teacher.2 The riffs get hot and heavy fast, with tracks like “Boxed In,” “Greatest of All Time,” “Definition of Insanity,” and “Thot Police” dragging their crusty balls across unassuming listeners’ ears, while the relentless blastbeats and grindy sanders of “Wanna See a Dead Body?,” “Flying Pigs,” and “Vested Interest” are sure to warrant some facial reconstructions. Vocals are all over the place, shrieks and growls taking the piss, as tracks like “Fairweather,” “Clout Chaser,” and “Goatcore” take a bite straight outta that death metal buttcheek. The abilities of the guitars to shift from crusty hardcore a la Amebix to the thick slogs of Entombed A.D., and the manic attack of the drums and its formidable tone? Boy howdy.

Now, the chugs are a different story. And by a different story, I mean we go from Eclipse to Breaking Dawn, okay? I guess the chugs and stank make powerviolence not grindcore but I ain’t a gatekeeper – hell, I don’t even know anyone who keeps gates (what is that, for pets?). If you’re like, “oh Dear Hollow talks about the shit he doesn’t like in this section,” think again, bitch. The chugs of ACxDC are trying to be your friend, with tracks like “Karoshi,” “At Midnight” and “Cloud Chaser” clawing their way into your pants once and for all. Cuts like “Fairweather,” “Thot Police,” and “Expired” are necessary listening if you like music, but otherwise the rest of G.O.A.T. is the most obnoxious din ever, guaranteed to get your parents calling the pastor while clutching pearls and a copy of the ESV New Testament. Because that’s how ACxDC do.

I have a method (for once) for grading ACxDC. I take how many stank faces have I made through the course of this album, then take that number and divide it by, like, twelve or maybe eight. Whatever. Then I add a solid sixty-nine, then take the integral of that shit.3 My point is that I made a lotta stank faces with G.O.A.T. and I perturbed a lot of student work by blasting this in class. It’s ACxDC for the true G.O.A.T., IYKYK.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: acxdc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ACxDC
Releases Worldwide: April 26th, 2024

#2024 #30 #ACxDC #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #CrustPunk #DeathMetal #GOAT_ #Grindcore #MammothGrinder #Nails #Powerviolence #ProstheticRecords #Review #Reviews #WeekendNachos

ACxDC – G.O.A.T. Review

By Dear Hollow

If you don’t know ACxDC, then what are you doing with your life? Like listening to actually good metal? Too bad for your sorry ass. The LA natives are back in black for their own highway to hell, and it’s too good to be true. For the woefully uninformed and uncultured, don’t even think alternate or direct current and Brian Johnson, you swine. It’s Antichrist Demoncore, and the peanut butter cup moniker of divine apathy is so sweet and gummy. ACxDC’s EP The Second Coming was introduced when I first got to college, and if I’d had my way, debut full-length Antichrist Demoncore would have been blaring when I graduated. Well, maybe not, because they’re really fuckin’ obnoxious.

Now, I know I’m supposed to be the knower of all things and genres, but ACxDC was my first powerviolence experience, and only later did I delve into the grind-adjacent beatdowns of Weekend Nachos, Nails, or Mammoth Grinder.1 Only when the inimitable Dolphin Whisperer crooned sweetly, explaining that powerviolence is actually grindcore’s degenerate and inbred little cousin did I understand that powerviolence is actually fundamentally better. Just as its two full-lengths, bevy of splits and EPs since 2003 suggest, ACxDC is about as meatheaded and tempo-abusing as they come, with hints of thrash, groove, and crust, with a forked tongue implanted heavily in cheek. It’s fun. It’s obnoxious.

Oh look, you’re still here. ACxDC tears you a new one across twenty-four minutes and seventeen tracks of insanity hastily garbed in Satanic gym clothes for the second coming of the hot new PE teacher.2 The riffs get hot and heavy fast, with tracks like “Boxed In,” “Greatest of All Time,” “Definition of Insanity,” and “Thot Police” dragging their crusty balls across unassuming listeners’ ears, while the relentless blastbeats and grindy sanders of “Wanna See a Dead Body?,” “Flying Pigs,” and “Vested Interest” are sure to warrant some facial reconstructions. Vocals are all over the place, shrieks and growls taking the piss, as tracks like “Fairweather,” “Clout Chaser,” and “Goatcore” take a bite straight outta that death metal buttcheek. The abilities of the guitars to shift from crusty hardcore a la Amebix to the thick slogs of Entombed A.D., and the manic attack of the drums and its formidable tone? Boy howdy.

Now, the chugs are a different story. And by a different story, I mean we go from Eclipse to Breaking Dawn, okay? I guess the chugs and stank make powerviolence not grindcore but I ain’t a gatekeeper – hell, I don’t even know anyone who keeps gates (what is that, for pets?). If you’re like, “oh Dear Hollow talks about the shit he doesn’t like in this section,” think again, bitch. The chugs of ACxDC are trying to be your friend, with tracks like “Karoshi,” “At Midnight” and “Cloud Chaser” clawing their way into your pants once and for all. Cuts like “Fairweather,” “Thot Police,” and “Expired” are necessary listening if you like music, but otherwise the rest of G.O.A.T. is the most obnoxious din ever, guaranteed to get your parents calling the pastor while clutching pearls and a copy of the ESV New Testament. Because that’s how ACxDC do.

I have a method (for once) for grading ACxDC. I take how many stank faces have I made through the course of this album, then take that number and divide it by, like, twelve or maybe eight. Whatever. Then I add a solid sixty-nine, then take the integral of that shit.3 My point is that I made a lotta stank faces with G.O.A.T. and I perturbed a lot of student work by blasting this in class. It’s ACxDC for the true G.O.A.T., IYKYK.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: acxdc.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ACxDC
Releases Worldwide: April 26th, 2024

#2024 #30 #ACxDC #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #CrustPunk #DeathMetal #GOAT_ #Grindcore #MammothGrinder #Nails #Powerviolence #ProstheticRecords #Review #Reviews #WeekendNachos