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Now listening to;

👥 Firtan
💿 Helios
🔗 https://musiccloud.io/auq_0

Very good melodic black metal with some death metal sprinklings and a prominent violin from Germany. Folk influences are incorporated and give the music a personality.

#BlackMetalMonday #BlackMetal #MelodicBlackMetal

DZULUM (Mèxic) presenta nou àlbum: "Beneath the Black Sun of Phosphoros" #Dzulum #MelodicBlackMetal #Octubre2026 #Mèxic #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

Servant - De Profundis feat. Lethian of Nornír (Official Music Video)

https://youtu.be/qyPKtfVdycY

… from the album "Lux ex inferis" by Servant: https://rateyourmusic.com/release/album/servant/lux-ex-inferis/

#MelodicBlackMetal #2026Music #GermanyMusic

❗️ Retour sur le black metal mélodique de 𝗟𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗮̂𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗱𝘂 𝗥𝗼𝗶 lesbatardsduroi avec le sympathique "Ici Meurt ma Joie"...

https://www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/les-batards-du-roi-ici-meurt-ma-joie-11082.html

#review #chronique #blackmetal #melodicblackmetal #france

ISKALD - The Other Realm (OFFICIAL SINGLE TRACK)

https://youtu.be/A5AEW8UAp7g

On song.link: https://song.link/de/i/6802769509

… from the album "Curse of the Mind" by Iskald: https://rateyourmusic.com/release/album/iskald/curse-of-the-mind/

#MelodicBlackMetal #2026Music #NorwayMusic

LES BÂTARDS DU ROI (França) presenta nou EP: "Ici meurt ma joie" #LesBâtardsDuRoi #MelodicBlackMetal #Octubre2026 #França #NouEp #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

Finally the rain has stopped falling and the ducts are dry. Musty and filled with bodies of lost minions, maybe, but dry. This means that I can send my remaining minions in to trudge for gems and nuggets on double time—same pay of course. And for a great cause!

Okay maybe not a great cause, but at least a decently good cause. Someone’s got to let the people know what decently good things came out in July, after all. BEHOLD!

ClarkKent’s House of Horrors

Mourir // Nous, le Venin [July 10th, 2026 – Self Released]

The French have proven to be masters at writing spine-tingling black metal, from Blut Aus Nord’s Disharmonium albums to Hasard’s horrifying symphonic soundscapes. Add to that list the atmoblack group Mourir, with their third record, Nous, le Venin, a work that unsettles with dissonant riffs and deranged shrieks and shouts. They combine DSBM-style vocals with the sort of melodic tremolos played by Pure Wrath in a sinister concoction that’s simultaneously entertaining and horrifying. Dissonance creates a Veilburner topsy-turvy effect that catches listeners off-guard, as evidenced late on “Mon Rêve Animal,” which drifts into an improvisational, jazzy drum solo that’s weird but also cool. Similar to Hasard, Mourir play with tons of energy, running blast beats in breathless suicide sprints that barely give you time to find your bearings. Yet Mahell’s kit work also demonstrates plenty of diversity. “Ennui Ennemi” is a case study, from the opening fits and starts to furious blast beats to a complete cessation of drums as suspense builds from slow, discordant chords. There are plenty of artsy touches utilizing lengthy passages of silence—”Je Est Absent” contains notes of chilling riffs that break the fragile peace. The riffs are no slouch either, wavering between enjoyable melodic tremolos and hair-raising chords of terror. If you like your black metal unconventional, you’ll find plenty to enjoy, and to unsettle, on Nous, le Venin, which may or may not leave your sanity intact.

Profane Burial // Desolate Echoes of Turmoil [July 24th, 2026 – These Hands Melt]

Not wanting to be outdone by the French, Norway’s Profane Burial throw their hat in the ring for some bone-chilling tunes on their third full-length album, Desolate Echoes of Turmoil. Dear Hollow enjoyed their prior release, 2024’s My Plateau, calling it “scatterbrained and wonky” and “a fun-as-hell symphonic black metal foray.” The orchestral music combined with the unsettling guitar work has the feel of a cinematic score, something that could accompany the whimsical horror of Sweeney Todd. The record has touches of Dimmu Borgir, but with the sinister discordance of this year’s other symphonic horror black metal release from Vesseles. Profane Burial seeks to challenge, with dense layers of chugging guitars underpinning the sound, but additional layers of guitar allow for some noodling to creep in so the music doesn’t leave you completely cold. While Desolate Echoes of Turmoil doesn’t lure you in with hooks, it’s still plenty mesmerizing in its atmospheric guitar work and icy blast beats. The symphonic portions often play second fiddle to the guitars and drums, but prove exhilarating on the likes of “Triumph of Dreadful Aftermath,” a true symphony of horrors. It’s challenging, it’s avant-garde, and it’s dense, yet something about Desolate Echoes of Turmoil weaves a spell that lures listeners into its twisted cinematic soundscape.

Creeping Ivy’s Varied Velocities

Frolic // Legacies of Cybernetica [July 3rd, 2026 – Hectic Records]

Initially, I thought thrash could only rage through hellscapes, warscapes, and other such scary ‘scapes. But then I finally heard Death Angel’s Frolic Through the Park (1988), which showed me that the genre could happily move in a carefree way through natural spaces. I have to think that Frolic, a thrash band from the Bay Area, derived its name from the imperative verb found on the classic sophomore album by the Bay Area thrash legends. After all, this Hayward foursome forge a fun thrash core, consisting of frenzied finger-tapping, technical gallops, and glorious guitarmonies (“Legacies of Cybernetica”). There’s nothing natural, however, about the seven Legacies of Cybernetica Frolic bequeath to listeners, in the form of their own sophomore effort. Indeed, “Disasters of Experiments” shows guitarists Edgar Sánchez and Lenny “Real Steel” Ramirez ripping riffs and solos at ungodly speeds, while “Living in Virtuality” leads bassist Zak Kufeld to strut his highly active bass tone, supported by the dexterous drumming of Elijah Post. “A Shattered Soul” perfectly encapsulates the band’s talent for making tasty, tight jams feel adventurous. Sánchez’s rasps overlay a blackened exterior onto modern, technical thrash that should excite fans of Warbringer, Havok, and the like. The rhythm guitar tone is a bit wetter than I’d like, and the nine-minute title track does stall the album somewhat out the gate. But overall, Legacies of Cybernetica strolls along at 38 minutes, consistently kicking ass and heralding a promising voice in thrash.

Slow Goat // Where the Wisest Fear to Tread [July 10th, 2026 – Self Released]

I had no idea goats were fast creatures. Apparently, they can travel anywhere between 15 and 40 miles per hour, depending on whether they’re domesticated or wild. Their sprightliness isn’t a reason why goats are so heavily associated with black metal, but it’s a happy accident, at the very least. Given their surprising speed (at least to me), it makes sense that a metal band named Slow Goat would play stoner-doom. On Where the Wisest Fear to Tread, this Portland, OR foursome’s debut, stoner-doom comes in an assortment of flavors. In their most domesticated moments, Slow Goat deal in straightforward bangers that let the sultry mid-range of vocalist Rosie Peterson shine, recalling the skulking and skittering of a Castle Rat (“Fallen Child”). On the untamed side of things, bassist Adam Carter and drummer Eric Bloombaum become more central, initiating jammy slow burns that waft like a waving Windhand (“Visions/Fell Ritual”). Feeling more like domesticated wildness is a track like “Sisyphus,” where guitarist Dan Black conjures classic Khemmis via fuzzy melodic riffs with some get up n’ go. Where the Wisest Fear to Tread may be a bit overlong at 46 minutes, but there’s enough variety within a limited paradigm to keep things interesting. The doomy descent of closer “Under the Glass,” coupled with Peterson’s dynamic vocal performance and Black’s concluding shreddery, leaves me happily wanting more from these Portlanders. If and when it drops, I’ll be hurtling towards Slow Goat’s sophomore album with goat-like speed.

Grin Reaper’s Melodic Mistreaters

Sigyn // From Nation to Chaos [July 10th, 2026 – Noble Demon]

Generally speaking, Finnish melodeath is my favorite melodeath,1 and Sigyn’s sophomore effort From Nation to Chaos brims with all the goodies I love. Key-forward compositions adorned with soaring guitars and hooks sharp enough to pierce iron2 litter From Nation’s runtime with ear candy galore. Echoing Finnish titans Omnium Gatherum and Children of Bodom, Sigyn clearly understands how to weave ultra-sticky melodies into tightly crafted tracks that teem with slick production and toothsome bite. “Break These Chains” shimmers with chilling synths à la I Worship Chaos, and the key-bleating from “Blind Prophet” would sound at home on The Burning Cold or Origin. Besides luxuriating in honey-sweet melodeath, Sigyn dabbles with Nightwish-informed orchestrations that call to mind Imaginaerum (“The Crawlers”) and Endless Forms Most Beautiful (“World in Flames”). Although the influences ring clearly, Sigyn mixes them together in a way that sounds inspired and honed to lodge in your memory bank for days on end. In a month that had fewer quality releases than the bounty that graced us earlier in the year, From Nation to Chaos embodies a Sigyn of better things to come.

Galneryus // A Cry from the Sky Above [July 15th, 2026 – Warner Music Japan]

The quality of Galneryus records may fluctuate from release to release, but the Japanese export has one of the most consistently high floors in all of metal. Galneryus returned in July with their sixteenth album, and even if it doesn’t assail listeners with any new tricks, A Cry from the Sky Above delivers a bevy of raucous moments that inspire air guitar heroics and singalong anthems. Harnessing the hard-rocking sensibilities of X Japan and straining them through the technical ecstasy of Symphony X, Galneryus once again captivates with their grasp of how fun power metal can be. “The Light of Hope” starts off with an 80s synth intro ripped straight out of Europe3 before giving way to Syu’s six-string capers and Masatoshi Ono’s velvety tenor. “Beyond the Sunrise” unleashes Rhapsody-reminiscent neoclassical licks, “Break the Silence!” allows Yuhki to discharge unhinged key theatrics, and “To the Last Breath” roars with Angrafied thunder. Sure, maybe A Cry from the Sky Above sports some warts considering the final two tracks’ excessive runtimes or a diminished adventurousness compared to earlier albums, but Galneryus also forges another satisfying platter that should please longtime fans and give newcomers a taste of the band’s enduring longevity and potency.

The Scepter // Shadows in the Tower [July 24th, 2026 – No Remorse Records]

Clocking in at a shade under half an hour,4 Canadian collective The Scepter discharged their full-length debut back in July. Around the time of Shadows in the Tower’s release, The Scepter caught a nice bit of press for playing a heavy metal show at a hospital for a patient unable to see any. And while they deserve credit for headlining such a great cause, this is no sympathy plug—The Scepter strikes hard and trve. “Riding Out” kicks off the album with self-assured swagger and BIG Maiden Energy (BME), where the main riff echoes “Aces High” to thrilling effect. Meanwhile, “Where Art Thou” doubles down on BME with calls to “Losfer Words (Big ‘Orra)” and “The Duelists.” Despite the obvious Powerslave influence, though, Shadows in the Tower does plenty to separate itself from simply being a clone. The Scepter also reminds me of Fili Bibiano’s Fortress and fellow hosers Ültra Raptör, balancing glossy guitar work with chest-thumping choruses. The production sports retro grit without feeling dated, the snappy solos flash with blitzkrieg brevity, and the ending dyad of “Taarakian Blood” and “Shadows in the Tower” blaze with anthemic glory and are worth the price of admission alone. Now go, step into the Shadows in the Tower and activate your pleasure reScepters.

Show 4 footnotes

1. With notable exceptions. ↩
2. Their ability to penetrate Steel remains… woefully undetermined. ↩
3. “Carrie,” specifically. ↩
4. Less the thrashy Journey cover, which is a pretty fun bonus track. ↩

NOCTULE - Lord of Blood

https://youtu.be/DO2pTbAu42Q

On song.link: https://song.link/de/i/6788375688

… from the album "Extinguish Thy Flame" by Noctule: https://rateyourmusic.com/release/album/noctule/extinguish-thy-flame/

#MelodicBlackMetal #2026Music #UnitedKingdomMusic

WOODEN SHADOW (Finlàndia) presenta nou single: "Blackened Roses Fall" #WoodenShadow #MelodicBlackMetal #Octubre2026 #Finlàndia #NouSingle #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

CHEIROBALLISTRA (Estats Units) presenta nova demo: "Busca la verdad" #Cheiroballistra #MelodicBlackMetal #Octubre2026 #EstatsUnits #NovaDemo #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

For the most part, I’ve been on a rather fortuitous kick with my black metal pulls. I’ve long appreciated the genre for its relatively underappreciated ability to fuse emotion into raw violence; an approach that death tends to reject wholesale in favor of severing flesh from bone, unless you go seeking out the deliberate exceptions. Third release from Swedish duo Blodtår, Monark caught my eye with an assertion that it was “conceived in the aftermath of a personal tragedy.” While bands like Dissection and Sacramentum were arguable forerunners paving the way for unapologetically melodic black offerings, finding more straightforward projects built under the auspices of immediate suffering 1 is a rarer matter. So, don your most royal robe and let us see what tales of woe this Monark has in store for us.

Blodtår lay their roots in some thick production, sporting a delicious DR which allows for full, spacious chords to ring out with feeling and conviction. “Paradis” starts with a haunting strum which couples itself with a thunderous progression rife with both triumph and endurance, reaching to the mood of folk metal without sacrificing any of its blackened purity. The drums of Hebert Cerna are deeply articulated, with toms and snares in particular ringing out with crystalline reverb and might that never bury the guitars. Band founder and “plays everything else” member Carl (yes, just Carl) offers up one moody assembly after another, alternating from Nail by Nail style lead-and-chord interplay (“Monark”) to Hellenic-tinged progressions (“Den eviga isen”) rooted in deep feeling over raw atmospheres of evil and gloom. Far from being a homogeneous assault of blackened speed, Monark offers up march-in-place tempos (“Det slutar i lågor”) and bass-centric unplugged flourishes (“Bland kvällens skuggor ännu vandra”) as much as expected attacks.

Throughout the course of Monark, the name of the game is pathos. Blodtår live up to their mission statement, with an album that clings tightly to catharsis and expression over diabolisms and odes to the abyss. It helps that the band has a decent use of textures, with cleans and synths making their presence known in (usually) tasteful doses. The aforementioned “Bland kvällens …” closes out on two minutes of almost depressive dirges without losing an ounce of its BPM as Carl ties baritone cleans underneath his impassioned bellows, Hebert blasting away underneath to carry the melancholic tones into powerful display. Special credit must go to Carl’s vocals, as he manages to emote well beyond stereotypical screeches without losing a drop of bite or edge, unafraid to drop into lower registers as much as requisite highs, at times touching on Gris levels of emotional inflection without resorting to that act’s knack for coughing up a lung into the microphone mid-recording. The spirit of a genuinely personal, heartfelt work—as opposed to an arbitrarily constructed “artistic statement”—is felt throughout the whole of Monark.

Of course, with such personal works, it can feel more cohesive than it actually sounds, and unsurprisingly Monark suffers from some unevenness of quality. “Det slutar i lågor” takes a B-side Departure Chandelier riff with less interesting synth work and makes it the undeserving centerpiece of the song, while the back third sees Blodtår offering up a rather out-of-place-sounding cover of Kraja’s “Nu är det synd om de döda”. It’s not bad, unto itself, but sounds like it would fit in more on a Morke album with its shimmering tones and regal atmosphere. A number of cuts rely a great deal on atmospheric picking between riffs, resulting in a sense of sapped momentum, though the aforementioned pathos is never abandoned; “Den eviga isen” doesn’t allow for such slowdowns to dampen the impact of its final drop near the end, flinging mournful cleans into a thunderclap of an outro, the sound of a band spent and leaving it all in the studio. These quirks do have the side effect of helping Monark feel as personal to the listener as it was to the band, as it’s clear this record is less interested in being a flawlessly executed listen and more an introspective presentation where we, the audience, are merely invited to bear witness.

I’ve truly enjoyed my time with Monark. Its imperfections manage to have a paradoxical ability to add to its charms, of which there are many, and the sheer degree of wistful beauty and melancholic anguish cannot be denied. With tones that add to the artwork’s theme and a commitment to sheer passion over extoling the ways of EEEEVILLLLLL, Blodtår have offered up a refreshing and, spiritually speaking, relatively rare release in the realm of melodic black metal. I have no idea what tragedy brought this album into being, but it doesn’t matter; I can only hope that the band found the comfort they needed in the creation of this work. If you’ve been going through it lately, I invite you to come partake in the work of Monark and see if there’s any comfort waiting for you beyond the palace doors.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Nordvis Produktion
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: September 18th, 2026

ESHTADUR (Colòmbia) presenta nou àlbum: "In Darkness All Shadows Gone" #Eshtadur #MelodicBlackMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #Octubre2026 #Colòmbia #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

From operating on the outskirts, Germany’s Firtan now barely need an introduction. Their sweepingly dramatic, folk-infused brand of pagan blackened death has made them an increasingly prominent name in the scene, aided by their consistency in delivering a record nearly every two years since 2018. Despite this pace, the quality has also remained consistently high, with review after review here praising the music’s balance of grace and viciousness, even if opinion has sometimes differed on the magnitude of the flaws. I am now the third AMG incarnation to tackle the band, ready to be carried away on the path to enlightenment Helios charts. Shooting for the moon sun, Firtan project a stratospheric arc that Helios is compelled to describe, but which, if missed, would land the album comfortably amongst the neighbouring stars.

Helios continues the trajectory predecessor Ethos began, dialling up the atmosphere with resonance that bleeds off hanging guitars and prominent violin whose urgent vibrato slips in and out of the forefront. I found myself making frequent favourable comparisons with Amiensus’ recent material in scale and deft interweaving of tremolo, string, synth, clean and harsh vocals, and syncopated rhythms. Correcting previous missteps of sacrificing potency through forced adherence to straightforward second-wave or blackened death strictures, the soundscape cohesively melds the “trv”ly heavy with the truly ethereal with only the shadows of uncertainty. Yet again, there are those parts where Firtan execute a build or dissolve layers of refrains with such brilliance they chase away any possible clouds of doubt. And this time, the sky is all but clear.

Perhaps Helios’ greatest asset is its immersiveness, as it captures both the ecstatic wildness of Marter but with a robust through-line of dovetailing themes and deeper atmospheric layers. Whether songs truly bleed together or transition through a breath of silence is immaterial, so potent has Firtan’s mastery of dramatic composition become. Melodies reference and reinforce one another across the record, shifting into grander (“The Hierophant Way”) or darker (“Ambrosia”) or more uplifting (“Helios”1) versions of a central theme. Duets of male/female cleans rise and fall together with the crescendo and diminuendo of the instrumentation (“Kalika’s Tongue” “Helios”), elements coalesce in escalation as plucks and chimes and violin climb with magnificent grace, then drop out to enveloping stillness (“Solis Currus,” “Ambrosia,” “The Hierophant Way”). Beyond the shared thread, the turbulent aggression maintains a sense of mysticism and pathos in the shared effort and blurred boundaries between acoustic and electric violin and shiveringly smooth resonant strums that punctuate it (“Solis Currus,” “Ascension”). Even when Firtan forego softness entirely, the movements are tinged with a vibrancy, following as natural outbursts of violence, threaded through as they are with the scream of strings and churn of riffs now twisted from their melancholia into adamancy—sometimes resulting in the best riffs of the album (“Wide Open Eye,” “The Form Revealed”).

Thus it’s mainly small things holding Helios back. Despite the skill Firtan display in shaping their compositions and creating an engrossing overall flow, they undermine it a little on the structural side. The closure brought by the epic penultimate track “The Hierophant Way” is slightly weakened by the concluding acoustic “Shadows of a Dawn Unborn,” but then the bonus track cover of Bathory’s “Man of Iron” is brilliant, sounding like something the band might have penned themselves and working as a fine substitute closer. There’s also room to acknowledge the pattern into which most songs fall, where heavy and/or grandiose arrangements drop into some version of stripped-back strums and cleans around the midpoint, before ramping back up. The execution is generally so successful that you’re too immersed to notice—let alone care. And despite being an hour long—longer including the bonus track—Helios practically flies.

Trying to score Helios is challenging but ultimately futile. It represents so magnificent a leap beyond Ethos that it surely touches greatness, and it’s almost impossible not to be swept up in what feels like Firtan’s most immediate and enrapturing album to date. Yet I can understand those for whom its imperfections cast too great a shadow. What you make of Helios is personal, but there’s no doubt it belongs in the celestial spheres of the band’s discography and modern black metal as a whole.

Rating: Great
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: AOP Records
Websites: firtan.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/firtanofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 2nd, 2026

HOLLOW WHISPER (Equador) presenta nou àlbum: "As Life Turns to Sleep" #HollowWhisper #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Equador #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

❗️Les portuguais de 𝗚𝗮𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮 entament un virage serré vers un style plus metalcore avec "Loss"...Résultat à découvrir dans notre chronique ...

https://www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/gaerea-loss-11045.html

#review #chronique #blackmetal #melodicblackmetal #portugal

AUTUMNFALL (Finlàndia) presenta nou àlbum: "The Archaic Sins" #Autumnfall #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Finlàndia #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

❗ Entre hommage appuyé et parodie intelligente, le black metal sympho/mélo de 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 gagne en cohérence et en narration dans "The Nocturnes Of Iswylm"...

https://www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/stormkeep-the-nocturnes-of-iswylm-10974.html

#review #chronique #blackmetal #melodicblackmetal #usa

BEHENIAN (Guatemala) presenta nou àlbum: "De Revolutionibus Orbium Coelestium" #Behenian #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Guatemala #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

TRIVAN (Croàcia) presenta nou single: "Crowned with Dread and Power" #Trivan #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Croàcia #NouSingle #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

DISTORTIA (Alemanya) presenta nou EP: "Rhönian Melodic Black Metal EP" #Distortia #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Alemanya #NouEp #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

DAYS OV YORE (Finlàndia) presenta nou àlbum: "The Tale of Vlad Țepeș Part 2" #DaysOvYore #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Finlàndia #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

THE NOCTAMBULANT (Estats Units) presenta nou àlbum: "Revival" #TheNoctambulant #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #EstatsUnits #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

GLOKTHA (Rússia) presenta nou EP: "Gloktha" #Gloktha #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Rússia #NouEp #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

Thunder rattles the ducts as my minions trudge through heated aluminum and flimsy copper to clean out the detritus left by endless storms. Sometimes I wonder if I should invest in a “health plan” for them to offset the debilitating turnover resulting from various mortal injuries and gruesome deaths this work incurs. And then I think again, and realize that would be a waste of “profits.” There will always be more dummies willing to dive in with the promise of treasure sparkling in their eyes.

Aaaaannnnyyyyway, nobody lost limb or life in the Filter today, but we did manage a decent haul. BEHOLD!

Kenstrosity’s Burning Bastion

Forsmán // Brenndar rústir & fuðrandi fjörur [June 26th, 2026 – Vesperian]

Iceland is where all the cool black metal kids sit. Smeary corpse paint, cloaks, throaty roars, somehow simultaneously wet and dry snare tones, and hooky riffs surrounded in lower-pitched tremolos make the Icelandic scene almost instantly recognizable. Forsmán are no exception, the young foursome abiding by the genre blueprint—in a similar way to bands like Svartidauði and Helfró—on remarkably professional debut Brenndar rústir & fuðrandi fjörur. A deathly kink lightly twists blasty riff freakouts (“Drottinn fyrirgefur allt,” “Valdníðsla”), but when they land their impact cracks the earth underfoot. A dissonant drama further characterizes Forsmán’s black metal core to scaffold riff-driven measures and off-kilter rhythms, and yet everything remains accessible and easily digestible (“Svartir svanir,” “Andvana,” “Barmafylltar fjöldagrafir”). While Forsmán aren’t attempting to redefine the style with this debut, they do earn a spot alongside the genre’s best with tight performances, fiery riff-forward writing, and a writhing personality that is vicious as much as it is beautifully expressed (“Kynjamyndir”). In short, Brenndar rústir & fuðrandi fjörur should not be missed, as it represents with great merit the high quality I’ve come to expect from the modern Icelandic black metal scene.

Owlswald’s Sunlit Secret

Entropist // The Vision [June 26, 2026 – Self Released]

Denver progressive death metal quintet Entropist is the very definition of a Stuck in the Filter unearthing. Their debut album, The Vision, slipped through the cracks amid our June promo flood and resurfaced too late for a standard review. Time to make amends. Mixed and mastered by Jamie King (Between the Buried and Me, The Contortionist), The Vision showcases a group brimming with talent and ambition.1 Blending death with elements of progressive metal, psychedelic rock, metalcore, jazz, and classical, The Vision is a melting pot of influences that thrives on vivid atmospherics and an effective dual-vocal approach from Parker Kitching and guitarist Solomon Smith, creating a sound that is adventurous and rewarding. “Intense Warmth” opens with a bout of hypnotic throat singing that morphs into layered croons. “Desert of Limbo’s” crawling melodies evoke Haken. Elsewhere, “The Ritual’s” eerie atmosphere and its intense bridge throw serious Aeolian-era The Ocean vibes, while “Devour Us” delivers exotic acoustic guitar and violin passages before closing with a swaggering groove and a contorted solo. “Creation” proves what Entropist is capable of when all the pieces lock together. Packed with Exoplanet-like riffs, alternating growls and soaring vocals, and a heaving half-time groove, the track’s eclecticism and momentum never let up. Not every experiment lands—”Revelation” and the aptly named “Wandering” lose sight of their destination—but there’s too much talent and creativity here to ignore. The Vision may be far from flawless, but it’s without a doubt an impressive debut.

Spicie Forrest’s Mathy Morsel

eleventwelfth // 11 [June 26, 2026 – Angular//Momentum Records]

Do you remember when Sithu Aye released that Senpai series?2 Airy, engaging, and wildly emotive, I’ve been chasing that sound ever since. eleventwelfth’s newest LP, 11, scratches that itch as it hasn’t been scratched in years. Part one in a concept duology3 that will serve as the Jakarta, Indonesia-based foursome’s sophomore offering, 11 follows its protagonist as they reckon with the necessary sacrifices one must make in pursuit of a dream. Largely rooted in indie and math rock, 11 unfolds in three acts filtered through aviation metaphors. Hopeful and tender melodies dance on strings like the wind through tall grass (“far away from here,” “collision”), while vocals effortlessly swoop and soar like an albatross on ocean air currents. 7-minute closer “communicate” swells inexorably, wind gathering under its wings until, at the midpoint, it takes off in a beautiful moment of catharsis. Synths and electronic elements evoke Porter Robinson’s Nurture in their gentle and ineffably nostalgic movements (“navigate,” “to fathom the throes”). When eleventwelfth leans into their Reliant K’d rock side, as on “ascending faster than before,” “fear of what’s beyond,” or “last here all alone,” 11 moves as if in a flow state—somehow simultaneously approaching lightspeed and locked in a timeless moment. This certainly isn’t the heaviest thing you’ll hear this year—it might be the lightest—but for those who know what it means to risk it all on hopes and dreams, 11 is not to be missed.

ClarkKent’s Energetic Inputs

Finsmoonth // Chrysalis of Astral Tears [June 13th, 2026 – Disaster Records]

Indonesia’s Finsmoonth puts on a clinic of melancholic atmospheric black metal with some first-rate tremolos and affecting performances. They partake in an aggressive, melodic form of the genre that’s similar to Walg in its relentlessness. Icy cold blast beats pummel your ears while the melodic tremolos prove a soothing balm wrapped in melancholy. The two guitarists, Zulk Adhe and Irwin Ranto, are tremolo wizards, serving quality leads on each song. My favorite, “Embers at Ethereal Dawn,” displays Finsmoonth’s ability to build up to powerful emotional climaxes. Tino Guruh proves an effective and consistent vocalist. His blackened rasps form the emotional core, and on “Embers at Ethereal Dawn,” he breaks into agonized cries that are just heartbreaking. The passing of the band’s bassist, Maulana Fachrul, less than two months ahead of the release of Chrysalis of Astral Tears adds further to the poignancy. Fachrul puts on a first-rate performance, with some stellar lonesome instrumental stretches on “An Endless Depth,” as well as a bit of smooth jazz noodling towards the end of “Foliage of the Wings.” If Indonesian black metal reminds you of Pure Wrath, then it might not be a surprise to learn that Januaryo Hardy contributes the cleans/chants, and even his wife, Isa Bellum, has a couple of small parts. I don’t know what’s going on in Jakarta to make these artists so sad, but they’re writing some damn fine music.

Inherits the Void // The Silent Abscission [June 19th, 2026 – Avantgarde Music]

France’s Antoine Scholtès has been quite busy since forming his solo black metal project, Inherits the Void, in 2020. Thus Spoke had kind words for the previous two, 2023’s The Impending Fall of Stars and 2024’s Scars of Yesteryear, comparing the former to the atmospheric meloblack of Mare Cognitum. This time around, Scholtès brings along some friends, including Romain Negro (Apolaustic, ex-Stortregn) to helm the mic. Romain brings a much more aggressive blackened edge to the vocals, cracking with a relentless energy. Scholtès still contributes backing vocals, and a mysterious Nicolas S. sings cleans on a couple of tracks, including a great soaring bit on the finale, “Inherits the Void.” The Silent Abscission feels a touch more aggressive than what Inherits the Void generally plays. Between the blast beats, furious tremolos, and Romain’s blackened assault, there’s a sense of constant kinetic motion. It’s true that some of this stuff can blend together, but there’s plenty of great melodies to keep it enjoyable from start to finish. While Scholtès continues to use synths and arpeggios as brief reprieves from the blast beat attack, he also invites Kevon S. to play some sax (“Wrath of the Endless Sea,” “Inherits the Void”), bringing to mind Burial in the Sky or White Ward. The Silent Abscission is yet another impressive outing in Inherits the Void’s discography, with Scholtès showing that he’s willing to take some risks in order to make things more interesting.

Grin Reaper’s Nocturnal Nuggets

Hecate // Comment Est la Nuit? [June 12th, 2026 – Self Released]

Since forming in 2009, French ensemble Hecate has steadily released reliable and trve black metal. Fourth album Comment Est la Nuit?4 serves as my introduction to the act, and after visiting earlier albums I’m confident that their latest is their greatest (so far).5 Where debut Chronicles d’un Autre Temps sounds more modern (think 1349 or Watain), subsequent albums gravitate towards raw production that radiates early second-wave energy. Comment Est la Nuit? perpetuates this aesthetic, though Hecate adorns it with classical frills that I find irresistible, such as their seamless integration of piano, flute, and cello with gusts of piercing tremolos and grating rasps. Though Comment Est la Nuit? remains solidly rooted in black metal, the keys function as a core component like never before. Each time I listen, Hecate reveals new facets that only get better with familiarity. The intro to “Aubes aux pâles salives” begins with a beautiful piano refrain supported by clean guitars and a subtle bass thread before tumbling into distorted trems that bear the same melodic framework. Likewise, the range of “Hymne au clair de lune” batters listeners between scathing muscle and delicate respites. I don’t expect Comment Est la Nuit? to change opinions about black metal, but those who enjoy it will find Hecate has written an engrossing experience that wonderfully details the rhythms of the night.

Stormkeep // The Nocturnes of Iswylm [June 12th, 2026 – Vesperian]

Like many, I eagerly awaited a full-length follow-up to Stormkeep’s magnificent debut Tales of Othertime, uncertain if or when it would arrive. Because the band’s other projects consistently enrapture me (Wayfarer and Blood Incantation, in particular), I never worried whether the Denver, Colorado collective’s sophomore platter would satisfy the promises made by Othertime. And while I’m not convinced that The Nocturnes of Iswylm reaches the heights the debut, Stormkeep still unleashes goodies aplenty that litter Nocturnes three-quarters of an hour. Gone are the instrumentals from Tales of Othertime—instead, Stormkeep dials down the cinema in favor of more straightforward meloblack, although drama still seethes beneath the surface. String embellishments dot the arrangements (“The Taste of Immortal Blood,” “Imperious Sanguine Eroticism,” “Carnal Tapestries of Nailtorn Flesh”), imparting dramatic flair and a welcome dimension to Stormkeep’s fantastical atmosphere. And like the cover art, The Nocturnes of Iswylm embraces darker textures that wrestle in doleful gloom, engendering a subtler experience that took time to sink in and appreciate. While this approach doesn’t ply the same epic theatricality as the debut, The Nocturnes of Iswylm nonetheless worms its way into ears and hearts with nefarious glamours that crackle with danger.

Belarus Beaver // Grind af den Brune Bäfver [June 17th, 2026 – Self Released]

Sweden plays host to many metallic endeavors, and I often feel like I’m picking up secondhand geography lessons as a result of listening to its exports. Belarus Beaver, then, supplies a toofer, as they began their journey in melodeath mecca Gothenburg before settling down in Jönköping (also home to Hällas, Rexoria, and Narnia). Rather than progressive rock or power metal, though, Belarus Beaver obliterates listeners with a bucktoothed bombshell of devastating deathgrind that’s at once savagely br00tal and pure fun. Also, it’s all about beavers. On fourth album Grind af den Brune Bäfver, Belarus Beaver weaves together groove-laced blasts with industrial trimmings that recall a mixture of early Anaal Nathrakh (“I Want to Pet a Beaver”) and Exhumed (“Den Gnagande Plågan,” “Begravd i en Flod”). Occasionally, though, Grind af den Brune Bäfver reaches for a twist in their songwriting repertoire that uplifts the music, like the Eastern stringed instrument at the beginning of “Urbävern” or the unexpected melodic guitar support midway through “Mutated Beaver Moose.” These moments and others like them elevate Grind af den Brune Bäfver above sheer novelty, and if you’re not sold on Beaver fever, you’re missing out. So let your hair down and give yourself over to the Grind—it’s dam fun.

Creeping Ivy’s Classic Catch

Dead Kosmonaut // Retrospectre [June 26th, 2026 – Edged Circle Productions]

Dead Kosmonaut conceived a perfect title for their third album. Since 2014, this Swedish quintet has been molding traditional heavy metal hearkening to the late 70s and early 80s. This style—the first wave of metal itself—haunts any and every musician in the genre with aspirations of crafting something trve. With the specter of retro metal hanging over the band’s collective head, Retrospectre delivers 38 minutes of classic goodness, imbued with a somber longing. Dead Kosmonaut is a well-credentialed crew, starting with guitarists Fredrik Folkare (ex-Necrophobic) and Peter Hallgren (Sorcerer), who dole out irresistible guitarmonies and audacious solos in the spirit of Iron Maiden (“Out of the Shadow Rising”). The rhythm section, comprised of bassist Mattias Reinholdsson and drummer Henrik Johansson (both ex-Book of Hours), punches through the mix with power and a bit of grit (“Wake of Aquarius”). And of course, vocalist Per ‘Hellbutcher’ Gustavsson shines, trading his black metal bona fides for commanding cleans that drive some damn fine choruses (“View from the Future”). Lyrically, the album especially develops its theme of retrospection in the latter half, with songs about aging (“Eyes Grow Old”), defeat (“The Battle is Over”), and the inexorable march of time (“The Retrospectre”). Retrospectre will certainly scratch any itches for timeless, classic metal, but Dead Kosmonaut have enough talent, character, and craftmanship to make their third offering more than mere nostalgia.

CLAMOSUM (Finlàndia) presenta nou àlbum: "Gnosis Absolute" #Clamosum #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Finlàndia #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

#BienAventuradasSeanVuesasMercedes:

Grupo: #Catacombes
Nacionalidad: #Canada
Género: #Metal
Estilo: #MelodicBlackMetal #FolkBlackMetal
Enlace: catacombesbl.bandcamp.com/album/les-me...

Les Âmes Oubliées, by Catacomb...

DUSKVEILED (Austràlia) presenta nou àlbum: "Winters of the Soul" #Duskveiled #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Austràlia #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

https://www.europesays.com/uk/1193783/ Sworn – Null Crowned the Infinite Review #2026 #35 #AtmosphericBlackMetal #BlackMetal #Entertainment #MelodicBlackMetal #music #NorwegianMetal #NullCrownedTheInfinite #Review #Reviews #SelfReleased #Sep26 #Sworn #UK #UnitedKingdom #Vorga #Walg

НОВАЗОРА (Rússia) presenta nou EP: "Эйнхериев тени" #Новазора #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Rússia #NouEp #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

At the end of his TYMHM for Sworn’s A Journey Told Through Fire, Carcharodon proclaimed it the best record in the band’s twenty-year career. He also worried, considering their history of long gaps between releases, that it might take another five-plus years to release the next one. Well, Sworn alleviates any such fears with the release of album number five, Null Crowned the Infinite, only three years later. Now that our finned writer has taken a non-conspicuous break, he can enjoy the luxury of complaining about how much of an over/underrating bastard I am. As Carcharodon pointed out, A Journey Told Through Fire was an enthralling piece of melodic atmoblack containing a skillful blend of aggression and slow tempos. Still unsigned, Sworn continue to write the music they love and are ready to regale fans with yet another collection of their brand of Norwegian black metal.

On Null Crowned the Infinite, Sworn put on a display of melodic black metal in the vein of Vorga, blending a Walg-like aggression with slower, more atmospheric touches. At first glance, it seems as if the atmospheric stuff will win out. “The Starless Origin,” Sworn’s longest-ever composition at over 12 minutes, begins with a few minutes of ominous synths, and even when the song proper begins, it’s not until halfway through that the aggression kicks in. Though arguably too long, the tune displays some impressive riffcrafting and concludes on an incredible emotional payoff. From there, the record hits a much more furious pace. “Null Crowned the Infinite” is a bona fide banger, giving vocalist Max Wilson the opportunity to flex a melodic tint to his rasps atop the fantastic drumming and riffs. While cuts like “A Cosmic Storm” and “The Entropic Void” demonstrate more variety in pacing, “Fracture of Aeons” goes all out in a frenzied mix of speedy blast beats and melodic trems in what Sworn proclaims is their most aggressive song to date.

The performances on display reveal musicians at the peak of their skill and creativity. Behind the kit, Tom Klungland delivers a dose of unfettered energy, yet he goes beyond the typical black metal blast beat. His mid-tempo work highlights the suspense that builds on tracks like “The Starless Origin” and “A Cosmic Storm,” and he proves particularly acrobatic in the early goings of “The Entropic Void.” Christoffer Kjørsvik and Goran Hope’s guitars also provide ample jaw-dropping moments. That melodic lead on “Null Crowned the Infinite” is sublime, but tremolos aren’t the only trick they pull. That same song also highlights their ability to drop some plaintive acoustics, while arpeggios on “A Cosmic Storm” amp up the raw emotion on display. They also whip out elaborate solos that add an element of power metal and provide bursts of energy. The ever-potent Wilson delivers blackened growls that lend an icy harshness. He adds an edge to the (usually) more upbeat instrumental compositions while keeping in line with the high energy.

The one area Sworn struggle with, at least on Null Crowned the Infinite, is closure. It often feels as if Sworn are unsure of when, or how, to end their lengthy compositions. While the tracks on A Journey Told Through Fire contained some emotional payoffs in their closing moments, the same impact isn’t felt here as consistently. “Null Crowned the Infinite” misses an opportunity to end on the high note of an incredible solo when it instead adds another minute of repetitive riffs and blast beats. Similarly, “Fracture of Aeons” and “The Entropic Void” do a great job of building up towards a potentially powerful emotional climax, yet get stuck and never quite break out into the needed payoff. This isn’t just a problem for conclusions, either—”A Cosmic Storm” spends way too much time on its intro, and a few other mid-portion moments stall out as well. On the flip side, “Circle of the Eternal” proves that Sworn still know how to wield instrumental segments to great effect, ending the record on a high note thanks to a mixture of triumphant solos and catchy melodic trems.

So is Null Crowned the Infinite an improvement over A Journey Told Through Fire? Not quite, but it’s close. As a whole, the latter remains the superior record, but some individual moments on this one upstage individual songs on the prior. Despite its dark tones, the album feels like a triumph, the work of confident musicians who have hit their stride. Sworn have truly blossomed late in their career and have proven themselves a black metal band to keep on your radar. The momentum built in the final minutes left me breathless and wanting an encore as soon as humanly possible.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Official Site
Releases Worldwide: September 4th, 2026

VINTERLAND (Suècia) presenta nou EP: "Wings of Sorrow / It's Here I Belong" #Vinterland #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Suècia #NouEp #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

https://www.europesays.com/uk/1186182/ Review: Shabti – Haze, Cacophony, and White Light #2026 #8 #August #BlackMetal #ContemnLightRecords #DeathMetal #EnglishLyrics #Entertainment #HarshVocals #Maine #MelodicBlackMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #music #ProgressiveDeathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #UK #UnitedKingdom #UnitedStates

SWORN (Noruega) presenta nou àlbum: "Null Crowned the Infinite" #Sworn #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Noruega #NouÀlbum #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

WOODEN SHADOW (Finlàndia) presenta nou single: "Upward" #WoodenShadow #MelodicBlackMetal #Setembre2026 #Finlàndia #NouSingle #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

Going for a double bill today with @loewe’s #MondayCovers and @HailsandAles’s #BlackMetalMonday.

👥 Walg
💿 III
🎶 Mourning Palace (cover)
🔗 https://musiccloud.io/TKb2d0_H

Walg (translated; Disgust) makes modern melodic black metal and wear their inspiration on their sleeves. While at the same time, properly leaning in to what the Dutch language has to offer for extra growling noises. After finally seeing them live this weekend, they deserve more recognition. Added bonus is that they are from #Groningen, my hometown.

#BlackMetal #MelodicBlackMetal #DutchMetal

STORMRULER (Estats Units) presenta nou single: "The Dark Age of Deception" #Stormruler #MelodicBlackMetal #Agost2026 #EstatsUnits #NouSingle #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

NANGRAD (Paraguai) presenta nou single: "From Death to Destiny" #Nangrad #MelodicBlackMetal #Agost2026 #Paraguai #NouSingle #Metall #Metal #MúsicaMetal #MetalMusic

Been listening a bunch of #metalmusic #newReleases this week. I'll post a threat with some of them:

Hulder - Verbolgen
https://hulder.bandcamp.com/album/verbolgen
#blackmetal #MedievalBlackMetal #melodicblackmetal

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Ulvhedner - Berg Øde

"Norwegian melodic folk black metal."

https://getmusic.fm/l/MpFGhF

#blackmetal #melodicblackmetal #folkblackmetal #music

❗Retour le black metal melodique d'𝗔𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗲 avec "Oraison Funèbre"...

https://www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/aliore-oraison-funebre-10968.html

#review #chronique #blackmetal #melodicblackmetal #france

And yet another black metal song I'm working on that will be published in my new album (to be released "soon"), this time is mostly just the intro. By the way, cellos in metal sounds just lovely.

#metal #blackmetal #melodicblackmetal #orchestralblackmetal #celli #cellos

According to the interwebz, “verbolgen” is a Dutch word that roughly translates to “angry” or “outraged,” most often intended for formal contexts. This definition fits nicely into the overall execution of Washington black metal duo Hulder’s music, especially remembering the visceral tear of 2024’s Verses in Oath. While my dear sharkfren Carcharodon originally highly rated Verses in Oath, he later softened to a more “reasonable” 3.5.1 Personally, I’ve had quite the opposite development with Hulder’s last work. Over the past two years, I progressively aligned more closely with Sharky’s original score—and “Vessel of Suffering” is hands down one of the sickest tracks of the decade. This leaves follow-up Verbolgen in a tough spot now that it’s in my clutches and not Sharkboy’s. Can it live up to its name and fill Verses’ turnshoes?

One thing is certain: Verbolgen is not the same kind of Hulder record as Verses in Oath. What was once dense with riffs and scorched by a sinister blaze is now hoisted by majestic melodies and gentler arcs. The tones and textures that make Hulder instantly recognizable remain untarnished, and in fact find greater clarity in this mix. Hulder’s trademark rasps and howls are just as cutting as ever, but with better enunciation giving gravity to her swinging cadence. Husband and co-conspirator Necreon provides ample low end with his bass and his deeper growls to help anchor Hulder’s sweeping compositions with weight that is felt as well as heard. And while Verbolgen is a significantly longer affair at nearly 50 minutes (a full hour if you count the two excellent bonus tracks provided with my promo copy), its songwriting moves with such fluidity that time melts away.

Someone close to me lamented the loss of music that is willing to take its time, to let moments land, and to stretch its legs; Verbolgen is an ideal example of how to do this right. It beautifully renders its story through movements and moments that require songs of greater length and slower pace. However, that by no means indicates Hulder lost any fire, as barn burners “Verbolgen” and “View From Nemeton” aptly demonstrate. They aren’t riff monsters like “Verses in Oath” or “Enchanted Steel” in the traditional sense, but they offer a powerful ferocity and intimidating presence nonetheless. Verbolgen doubles down on Hulder’s penchant for medieval aesthetics and melodies, which helps tracks like “The Crowning,” “Thy Binding Oath,” and “The Glow of Dawn” shine with an almost whimsical quality even as double bass kicks pummel me into the mud and serrated tremolo buzzsaws shred my flesh asunder. Lacking any kind of interlude, Verbolgen creates an unbroken trajectory through its core, but wastes not a second as mid-album highlights “In Blood and In Earth” and “Den Nacht Zijn Lied” defy their protracted seven-minute runtimes relentlessly writhing between fiery measures and entrancing phrases. Above all, though, Verbolgen feels complete and refined. It’s a mature record that showcases Hulder’s growth and unflinching confidence as a songwriter and thereby hypnotizes its audience with an inexplicable ease.

It’s doubly frustrating, then, that I find myself missing the unchecked vitriol of Verses’ deadliest attacks. While Verbolgen offers huge, epic songs with tons of layering and dynamic guitar performances, it offers that oh-so-satisfying neck-snapping riff in a scant few locations. That stomping crush at the final quarter of “The Crowning;” the galloping push of the title track; the multiphase assault from the urgent “View from Nemeton;” these moments screw my face up well enough, but I crave MOAR. My greed knows no bounds when it comes to Hulder’s way around riffs or devastatingly heavy refrains, and Verbolgen can’t quite sate it. However, it clears in the category of entrancing melodies, lovely tones, and cohesive storytelling. Ultimately, Hulder writes so well I never leave wholly unsatisfied, but depending on the day I might walk away a bit wistful for a proper dressing-down as only Hulder can provide.

As the sun sets over this darkened horizon, I feel a great sense of relief that Hulder managed so well with Verbolgen. A softer, gentler record, but still gripping in its own hypnotic way, Verbolgen is a beautiful work of art that inherits a challenging position following a primal experience matched by few. Its grander scale and more relaxed tempo offer great value to a world of music obsessed with immediacy and relentless attack. And yet, it sometimes leaves me yearning for a showstopper riff offense all the same—only because I know what Hulder is capable of. Let that not stop you from blasting Verbolgen out of the castle walls at all hours. It is worthy!

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Websites: Bandcamp | Official
Releases Worldwide: August 7th, 2026

Niveous – Cult of the Void Star
#BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #MelodicBlackMetal #Metal #atmosphericblackmetal #deathdoom #doommetal #postrock #Amadora
CC BY-NC (#CreativeCommons Attribution Non Commercial) #ccmusic
https://hypnoticdirgerecords.bandcamp.com/album/cult-of-the-void-star

Saidan’s Fangdriller: Scars Beneath Memory’s Wrist wasn’t an album I’d initially planned to review, but when my Dear Friend said he wasn’t able to make the time, I carved some out. Brainchild of vocalist/guitarist/bassist Splatterpvnk, Nashville, Tennessee’s Saidan plays black metal at once scathing and ultra-melodic. Visual Kill, and specifically Dear Hollow’s blurb about it, introduced me to Saidan’s charms. Since then, I’ve kept Visual Kill in regular rotation and hotly anticipated their next release. That time is now upon us, and I’ve prepared my body and eardrums for Saidan’s raw, blackened stylings steeped in tunefulness so seductive that I’m left in sonic subjugation. The only task left to us, then, is to explore how deep Fangdriller’s Scars go.

Tangentially or directly, one topic that garners a fair bit of discussion in our beloved blog’s reviews is originality. Considering how clustered some corners of the metalsphere have become,1 singular identities stand out like a white-hot beacon in the dead of night, and Saidan doubtlessly brings this galvanizing vitality to their music. Conceptually, Fangdriller adds another chapter to Saidan’s narrative conceit, acting as a precursor to Visual Kill and detailing the crippling exile of loneliness that breeds ideal targets for abuse and manipulation. Musically, Fangdriller skews more morose and wistful than the wrath-wrought frenzy of Visual Kill.2 While Moonlight Sorcery’s eldritch mystique and Sacramentum’s furious riffstorming ably serve as points of comparison, Stormkeep’s subdued grandeur and 葬火’s3 seething angst whet Fangdriller’s emotional impact to a finer point than its predecessor.

Compared to previous outings, Fangdriller eases off some of the experimental diversity and instead focuses on delivering first-rate compositional cohesion. Saidan’s melodic sensibilities permeate Fangdriller’s runtime, from opening track “Razorblade Temptation” onwards. Trem-picked guitar leads dance across the fretboard as breakcore drum beats and sparkling synth injections swirl within the mix (“Rapture (I’ll Wait for You),” “Kara No Bara”). Where Visual Kill luxuriates in flamboyance, reminding me of Sallow Moth’s Mossbane Lantern, Fangdriller affixes to mood and songwriting. The tension within “Kara No Bara” and “Womb of Hatred” simmers with bombastic builds that explode with the culmination of inexorable pressure, guided by the frantic rhythms of drummer (and only other band member) Hundosai. Each song on Fangdriller sways with relentless tensity and release, but it’s quasi-title track “Stained Glass Sin – Fang Driller” that achieves the supreme compositional masterstroke. Beginning with a slow, ramping maelstrom, the give and take on “Stained Glass Sin…” propel it to the cusp of melodic nirvana, which is when the transcendent solo bushwhacks with full force. Though impressive on their own, the individual components of the song aren’t what shatters expectations4—it’s the perfect sequencing to release. And more than any other element Saidan presents, these calculated moments and transitions maximize Fangdriller’s impact throughout.

Along with the expert compositions and performances, Saidan sounds amazing on Fangdriller. While maintaining the typical raw stylings, Splatterpvnk’s every note remains delectably audible despite the background fuzz and hiss. The downside to this production style is that the bottom end is a tad thin, but this hardly registers given that Saidan’s songwriting doesn’t hinge on it. The crude aesthetic is especially evident on final track “Mortuary,” which applies the same treatment as Visual Kill’s somber closer “Suffer” by way of melancholic guitar strumming supporting emo cleans. It makes for a satisfying denouement, and even though “Mortuary” double-dips with this trick, conceptually it tethers the albums to an even greater degree.

Upon listening to Fangdriller as a fan, the potency of Saidan’s refined melodicism immediately stood out. Further treasures revealed themselves after spending even more time with it for my review. Nearly two dozen spins later, I never find my interest waning throughout Fangdriller’s forty-seven minutes. Quite the opposite, as each time “Mortuary” fades, I either restart the album or desire to. Though slightly less gung-ho than its predecessor, what Fangdriller forfeits in balls-out blitzing Saidan recoups in songwriting sophistication. If you haven’t listened to this one yet, you should. Though I liked Fangdriller from the outset, each subsequent spin has solidified my love for it. For anyone skeptical of Saidan’s latest, I encourage a dedicated, active listen—there’s a beautifully constructed album waiting to share its dark secrets with you if you’re brave enough to let it.

Rating: Great!
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Avantgarde Music
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: June 19th, 2026

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sonderveil - Where The Earth Trembles Quietly

https://getmusic.fm/l/QaIe41

#ambient #instrumental #blackmetal #atmosphericblackmetal #melodicblackmetal #music

Rotting Christ, live at Hellfest Open Air 2026

https://www.youtube.com/live/EBxgkWzWcxo

#concert #music #MelodicBlackMetal #greece

Walg appeared out of nowhere in 2021 with a debut filled with tenacious riffs, creative melodies, and impassioned performances. They have attained a sort of cult status in the years since—not quite widely known, but fiercely beloved by their fans. Their energetic fervor has swept up a few writers here at AMG, including Gardenstale, Grin Reaper, and me.1 Walg have been prolific since their debut, releasing one album per year—sometimes there’s just no stopping the creative juices from flowing. On the flip side, such a prolific release schedule risks snuffing out the candle of passion by falling into the trap of formulaic songwriting. Walg continue to conjure that amazing, infectious energy, but once you’ve heard it 3 or 4 or 5 times, it’s difficult to create that original magic. So what will it be for this sixth go-around? Will the bellows continue to feed the flames of passion, or have the flames dwindled to mere embers?

On VI, Walg still tenaciously cling to the passion that drove them on their debut. “Nevel” starts things off with your typical Walg guitar lead—energetic and catchy as hell. Subtle symphonics enhance the music and bring their style of meloblack closer to the likes of Dimmu Borgir, Old Man’s Child, and …And Oceans. Yet Walg also sound fiercely like their own beast. VI does have a slightly different vibe compared to the earlier records; it’s missing those spontaneous moments of sudden passionate melodicism that surprised and delighted on prior records. The tunes here feel more deliberately crafted and controlled. A tenacity on past works has given way to a little more restraint. Of course, they still play with hunger and deliver many exceptional melodies. They also pause more frequently for moments of quieter beauty, as on “1597” when Robert Koning sings his plaintive cleans amidst some gentle tremolos.

That Walg wildness still remains, though, and it largely comes out in the vocal performance of Yorick Keijzer. He snarls and rasps like a wounded animal. While his deranged delivery gives the impression of a record careening out of control, there’s a method to his madness. His cadence sometimes brings to mind that of Maurice Wilson (Antrisch), and it adds a distinctive character to the heart and soul of the music. While the songs themselves have more constrained structures to offset Yorick’s wildness, there is one exception. The six-minute “De Eenlonkster” is an uncaged beast that is among Walg’s most creative. From arpeggios and riffs with a country twang, to a gently sung portion accompanied by the sound of lapping waves, to a brief moment when it nearly dives into death-doom territory, “De Eenlonkster” kicks and bucks, leaving you with whiplash and a purple bruise around your eye, but you’ll be grinning, missing teeth and all, when the tune rolls to its end.

Having written dozens of songs in the six years of their existence, it’s safe to wonder if Walg are running out of ideas, especially when they deliver, at 34 minutes and 8 songs, their shortest album to date. And yet they have meticulously crafted something fabulous, still full of the Walg zeal and spark. It’s true, though, as Gardenstale pointed out in his review of V, that the veneer of their formula is starting to wear thin. There’s a sense of déjà vu when a band releases material so frequently and consistently. On VI’s weaker tracks on the back half of the record, “Stil Geboren” and “De Nacht Behoort On Allen Toes” (which are still plenty fun), the repetition is more obvious than on other tracks. The back half does have a couple of winners, however. “Het Klooster Van Ter Apel” has some creative percussion work along with a sweet riff line, while “Erfvloek” takes a more subdued route with a beautiful trem melody that provides VI a rather lovely conclusion.

My journey with VI contained moments of ups and downs. Admittedly, my initial spins left it wanting—something felt different that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Eventually, however, it clicked, and I began to again appreciate Walg’s songwriting magic. There’s a duet here between a gentle beauty and repellent wildness. Walg still sound like Walg, yet there’s a subtle evolution. They have managed to craft a very enjoyable record, and this brief package shows that Walg remain a wrecking ball force of nature in the realm of melodic black metal. However, one can hope they’re able to take a further step in their evolution on the follow-up to VI—VII.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Self-Released
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: June 26th, 2026

Rotting Christ, live at Hellfest Open Air 2026

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The storms persist, but now it’s getting hot! Steam roils inside the filter ducts as my minions scald themselves in the pursuit of moderately valuable nuggets. Will they succeed before they cook like so many broccoli florets? Only time will tell.

Dead or alive, I’ll make sure these lazy louts deliver their semi-precious lodes. So be thankful, and BEHOLD!

Kenstrosity’s Mountainous Member

Volcandra // Beyond the Will of Mortals [April 24th, 2026 – Prosthetic Records]

Who knows why we don’t get promo sometimes? Countless times I’ve been faced with great anticipation for a new record by a band I was keeping tabs on, and countless times, for unknown reasons, promo never came. Louisville melodic black/death quartet Volcandra now enter those ranks with the unsent Beyond the Will of Mortals. Picking up where The Will of Ancients left off, Beyond the Will of Mortals expands in scope and scale, eliciting a grandeur in composition that recalls the epic yarns spun by Foretoken, Hath, and Astralborne, but with the thrashing sensibilities of Antiverse and Skeletonwitch. Leading the charge in stunning fashion, “Beyond the Will of Mortals” and “Marauders of the Cosmic Vortex” explode with a visceral burst of energy built around high-octane riffs, screaming solos, and majestic melodies. Dave Palenske in particular acquits himself admirably, expanding his vocal range far beyond the expected, foraying into scorching screams and subterranean gutturals with excellent technique and charisma (“Venom March Enchantress”). But the rest of the band easily keeps up, deftly trading blows between power metal-ready gallops, violent swings into thrash territory, and all manner of other pyrotechnics to make Beyond the Will of Mortals Volcandra’s most versatile and varied offering yet. To some, this may create a disjointed experience as rippers like “Mage of Fabled Sorcery” contrast in pacing and personality to its neighbors. However, with repeat listens that effects dissolves, making more room to appreciate how much fun this record really is. The back half capitalizes on that effect, unleashing lean and mean banger after banger to leave you salivating for another round (“Within the Webs,” “Infinite Decadence”). In sum, Beyond the Will of Mortals is a fine, invigorating inclusion into anyone’s rotation; so if you missed it, get on it now!

Creeping Ivy’s Punkyard Dogs

Dead Bob // Nothing Changes Everything [April 21st, 2026 – Wrong Records]

In The Collector’s Guide to Heavy Metal, Martin Popoff describes Wrong (1989) by Nomeansno as ‘the mightiest merger between the hateful aggression of punk and the discipline of heavy metal’ (316). Essentially, Popoff affixed to Wrong AMG’s Iconic label: 10/10.1 For readers perhaps unfamiliar with Nomeansno, my best follow-up on Popoff’s portrayal is that the band—formed in 1979 by the Wright brothers (Rob on bass/vocals, John on drums/vocals)—sounds like The Minutemen hijacked a Voivod. After an incredible eleven-album run, Nomeansno officially retired in 2016. Why am I wasting my word count with this history lesson on the greatest Canadian punk band of all time? Because Dead Bob, John Wright’s solo project, released its sophomore album this April. Whereas Life Like fulfills the vision of one man, John enlisted a band for Nothing Changes Everything. Bookending the album are the last two songs John co-wrote with Rob. The techy guitar/bass interplay of lead-off “Centre of the Universe,” as well as the pounding rhythms of closer “No Fun (Alt Mix),” come closest to the punk/metal hybridity of vintage Nomeansno. Between these tracks, the album gets increasingly weird (which is to say, it gets increasingly ‘punk,’ in the word’s original connotation). “Nothing Changes Everything” deploys horns, “Hard is Hard” mixes art/surf rock, and “The Present” sprinkles psychedelic guitar leads over pulsing synths and tribal percussion. If you’re a fan of avant-garde music in a compact package, you can’t go wrong with Nothing Changes Everything.

Poison Ruïn // Hymns from the Hills [April 3rd, 2026 – Relapse Records]

Whilst reading Tyme‘s (excellent) review of Twin Serpent’s (super fun) True Norwegian Blackgrass, a member of the commentariat reminded me of how much I enjoyed Poison Ruïn’s latest offering upon a first listen. That comment got me to revisit Hymn from the Hills, and I’m glad I did. To sell these Philly post-punks to the AMG Faithful, I’ll point out a few things: they’re signed to Relapse Records, they curate a medieval aesthetic (which includes deploying dungeon synths), and the new record was mastered by Arthur Rizk. In addition to liberal metal elements, Poison Ruïn occasionally stride with rock n’ roll swagger (“Hymn from the Hills”), with primary visionary Mac Kennedy channeling Blue Öyster Cult in his role as singer, guitarist, and primary songwriter (“Lily of the Valley”). “Eidolon” perfectly exemplifies the band’s hybridity, mashing up the melody of “Layla,” the propulsive drive of Hüsker Dü, and the rhythmic punctuations of “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” This may sound like a critique, but it’s not; Poison Ruïn excels at mixing punk, rock, and metal into their own arthouse concoction. Metal purists might have to wait until the end of the album, though, to have their fancy truly tickled. But wait, they should, as “Sleeping Giant (Interlude)” offers funeral doom content in a punk-sized package, while closer “The Standoff” gets moving with a wicked blast beat. I’ll definitely be heading for these post-punk hills more and more throughout the year.

Scimitar // Scimitarium II [April 24th, 2026 – Crypt of the Wizard]

Scimitar’s first song receptacle was one of my favorite debuts of 2025. On Scimitarium I, this Danish five-piece served up a scintillating selection of ‘black occult rock,’ combining the caustic fervor of Malokarpatan with the psychedelic haze of Blue Cheer, topped off with a post-punk flavoring of Joy Division. A year later, this Copenhagen cutter returns with Scimitarium II, a follow-up that satisfyingly mirrors the album-art format of its predecessor. Whereas Scimitarium I demonstrated range marred a bit by roughshod production, volume II sounds much sharper, slashing and dashing for a lean 40 minutes. The opening title track introduces our combatants: the dexterous drumming of CCsquele; the counter-melodic bass of Olle Bergholz; the sinister guitar fury of Johan L. Ekstrand and Anders M. Jørgensen; and finally, the commanding vocals of Shaam A.2 From there, the album rips through a trio of unrelenting ragers that feel like they can fall apart at any minute but miraculously hold together. “Through Lava Lit Roads to Lavilenda, Pt. II” offers the only reprieve, spotlighting Shaam’s dynamic range and impressive timbre. Closing out the collection is “Mobula Mobular,” a 13-minute monster built around a doomy riff whose chromaticism lurches upward and downward, to hypnotizing effect. If Scimitar can marry the ambition of I with the ferocity of II next time around, they’ll have a blackened-trad killer on their hands.

Andy-War-Hall’s Dandy Score Haul

Elegant Weapons // Evolution [April 24th, 2026 – Exciter Records]

Everything about Elegant Weapons and the super group’s sophomore record Evolution is a misnomer. Evolution is a high-octane slugfest of tried-and-true heavy metal-leaning hard rock, and Elegant Weapons swing, punch, and bite through it with everything but grace. Is this a problem? When Richie Faulkener’s (Judas Priest) riffs are as groovy and burly as ever and his solos as grin-inducing, Ronnie Romero’s (ex-Rainbow, ex-Michael Schenker Group) voice is booming as it is, and when Dave Rimmer (Uriah Heep) and Christopher Williams’ (Accept) bass and drums respectively, carry as tight a pulse as they do on Evolution, not at all. When it all coalesces into uber catchy fist-pumping anthems like “Bridges Burn,” “The Devil Calls,” and “Shooting Shadows,” especially so. Evolution is easy-peasy listening, and Elegant Weapons’ chemistry and knack for hookcraft make its near hour-long runtime fly by, as well as ease the cringe of the hyper-Boomeristic lyricism on “Generation Me.” They also manage to make fairly stock power ballads in “Come Back to Me” and “Keeper of the Keys” feel affecting, driven by a viral vocal presence and emotive, timeless guitar soloing. Evolution is fun, and Elegant Weapons are sharp. ‘Nuff said.

Demon Spell // Blessed Be the Dark [April 24th, 2026 – Dying Victims Productions]

Creeping from an obscure, ancient, and sinister darkness, Sicily’s Demon Spell have conjured a shadow-cast era of heavy metal’s history back to the light of day with their debut Blessed Be the Dark. Wielding the evil auras of Mercyful Fate and Witchfinder General, Demon Spell play an early-80s melange of early thrash, occult rock, and NWoBHM riffcraft and swagger. Blessed Be the Dark is driven by excellent performances. Vocalist Federico Fano’s falsetto wails evoke King Diamond at his best on “As Lucifer Smiles” while drummer Dario Casabona drops slick, pummeling fills over “Curse of the Undead.” Sinister melodies and atmospheres abound on Blessed Be the Dark, with “The Tolling” and “Hexes and Horrors” driving home a vintage horror aesthetic while tearing it up with blistering heavy metal. Blessed Be the Dark also just sounds pleasantly old. Demon Spell’s guitars and bass sound pulled straight from 1981, complementing their retro songcraft perfectly. Blessed Be the Dark sounds like the night come alive, a fast, fun, and delightfully dark exploration of the kinds of heavy metal that gave your grandma panic attacks back in the day. Fall under the Demon Spell today!

Grin Reaper’s Grim Goodies

Nervosa // Slave Machine [April 3rd, 2026 – Napalm Records]

For a band releasing their sixth album in twelve years, Nervosa sounds remarkably vital. Staying the course with a dozen tracks of their signature death/thrash, Slave Machine burns through forty-three minutes of whammy dives, soaring leads, and all-around thrashy goodness. Writing tunes that pay homage to Sepultura (“You Are Not a Hero”), Kreator (“Ghost Notes”), and Sodom (“The Call”), Nervosa bludgeons with blunt-force drama while touting slick riffs and venomous melodies. Slave Machine opens with “Impending Doom,” a stirring salvo that Arch Enemy wishes they’d written, and from there Nervosa hints at the familiar without ever straying from their own lane. “Hate” starts with a riff that simultaneously reminds of Maiden’s “Flash of the Blade” and System of a Down’s “B.Y.O.B.” before spiraling into vaguely In Flames-tinged melodeath. Meanwhile, “Crawling for Your Pride” and “Beast of Burden” draw from the viciousness of mid-aughts Soulfly. Over and over, Nervosa pulls from known sources, yet bakes enough novelty into their songwriting to sound fresh and pummeling. Those intimate with Nervosa won’t find many surprises here, but are in for a treat. If this is your first encounter with these Brazilian badasses, gird your ears and strap in—welcome to the Slave Machine.

Kõdu // Kirjad Sõgedate Külast [April 20th, 2026 – Antiq Records]

Five years after delivering debut Unusta Kõik, Estonian outfit Kõdu graces us with their sophomore album. Translated as ‘Letters from the Village of the Blind,’3 Kirjad Sõgedate Külast details the sordid ruination of a backwoods village, relating its narrative aspects through a series of letters where each song chronicles a different villager’s perspective.4 Kõdu grounds the lyrics in their native language, drawing from nineteenth and twentieth-century Estonian poets for inspiration. Despite the depth of the macabre backdrop, I never would have taken the time to learn more if Kõdu’s music hadn’t entranced me from the outset. Slow-burn black metal abounds on Kirjad Sõgedate Külast, recalling Dødheimsgard’s shifting moods (“II”) and eclectic instrumentation (“III”) muddled with Wayfarer’s rustic arrangements (“VI”) and Emperor’s dramatic flair (“V”). Musically, Kirjad Sõgedate Külast conjures lush soundscapes (“VII”) through considered songwriting, expertly balancing black metal discharges with melancholic passages that give moments just the right amount of time to bludgeon or breathe before pivoting. I regret not getting the chance to review Kõdu’s latest in full, because the folk magic they weave on Kirjad Sõgedate Külast deserves fanfare and kudõs aplenty.

ClarkKent’s Epic Elegy

Bloody Valkyria // Requiem – Reveries Of The Dying [April 3rd, 2026 – Northern Silence Productions]

Bloody Valkyria, the product of Finland’s Jere Kervinen, peddles in the same sort of epic symphonic/folk black metal that the likes of Ancient Mastery, Stormkeep, and Moonlight Sorcery dish out. Kervinen’s emotionally charged project appears inspired by a personal loss, and you can feel his passion in the emotional outpouring of his music and lyrics. On the epic opener, “Symphony of Silence,” Bloody Valkyria reveal their capability with the patient slow burn. There’s the natural, serene ambience of animal sounds, strings, folky flutes, and then a sudden explosion of riffs and blast beats. And boy does Kervinen write some extraordinary leads, which makes his slow-burn approach all the more rewarding. Each song contains a well-earned hooky riff/trem that holds its sway over you even as the song grows into more thoughtful serenity. Reading along with Kervinen’s poetic, touching lyrics makes the experience all the more poignant as he ruminates on death and the meaning of life. The grief by the end, as he sings about his “beloved north” and a desire for its/her embrace, is palpable. This is a beautiful record that may be too good for these dirty filters, but I just couldn’t risk it getting lost in the shuffle of the chaos that is the end of year.

Public opinion on Moscow’s once one-man black metal project Malist varies quite a lot more than I realized. While several at AMG HQ regarded Ovfrost’s flagship project with a fair amount of praise, others feel most of his material is by-the-numbers melodic black metal. This variation of reception applies album to album as well, which makes pinning down a crowd favorite from Malist’s discography an interesting discussion. I happen to feel Malist are remarkably consistent—albeit somewhat generic—churning out solid slabs of melodic black metal that straddle dour moods and bouncy tunes with poise. Now boasting a full lineup, fleshing Malist out to six fully minted musicians, sixth opus Eternal Echo of the Fall achieves the same feat once more.

Malist remain as reliable as ever. Perhaps a touch bouncier than they’ve been in a minute, recalling the bopping quality of past hits like “Timeless Torch,” Eternal Echo of the Fall opens up with high-energy romps that contrast nicely with their familiar thematic pall. Ovfrost still handles most of the writing here, so long-time followers of the band won’t be caught off guard by Eternal Echo. However, a new vitality blooms in these eight new tracks. As a result of the current band lineup’s various contributions, a sense of immediacy and a burst of vibrancy enlivens everything from songwriting to performance compared to Eternal Echo’s more melancholy predecessors.

Listeners won’t need to wait long to appreciate this refreshing shot of adrenaline. Opening duo “Eternal Echo” and “Through a Distorted Gaze” launch with a blaze hot enough to melt my skin, marking two of Malist’s most successful tracks to date. “Through a Distorted Gaze” especially impresses, boasting a thrashing speed that would feel alien were it not for those trademark emotive leads and weeping melodies that weave in and out of writhing riffs. Slower and more atmospheric items restore that ominous sense of dread and reclusion that listeners expect from Malist at the center of the record, but even longer-form tracks in this space (“Snows of Remembrance”) offer more intensity, chunkier riffs, more accessible melodies, and hooks than usual. These qualities allow latecomers like “To Walk the Path of the Dead” to shine, deftly balancing crushing heft, exuberant pacing, and soaring melodies.

An impressive outing for a band six albums in, Eternal Echo of the Fall’s major fault is that it doesn’t do anything unpredictable or novel, and isn’t so excellent as it is to overcome that shortcoming. Malist competes in a competitive, saturated field, which only makes their task an even greater challenge. Valiant efforts in its high-octane outbursts (“Through a Distorted Gaze,” “Her Dark Backwater,” “Above the Mists of the World”) as well as its more introspective spells (“Snows of Remembrance,” “The Hird”) push hard to propel Eternal Echo to the front of the pack in the context of the band’s own discography. Against their peers, however, Malist haven’t found that intangible quality or that undeniable execution which would make them stand out. Its flat and plastic production doesn’t help matters much. Wholly lacking in low-end body and short on fullness across the midrange, Eternal Echo of the Fall sounds professionally polished but tinny and flimsy, not unlike cheap chrome. It’s not a deal-breaker, and at least all instruments can be heard. Nonetheless, improvements to the frequencies that lost ground in the engineering suite would ensure a sound that gives proper weight to these songs.

As it stands, Eternal Echo of the Fall is more than a competent, but by-the-numbers melodic black metal record. It is, however, not quite memorable or striking enough—nor does it offer a certain level of excitement or originality—to distinguish itself with distinction amongst the horde. Hints of that distinction in its best cuts give me hope that Eternal Echo heralds a new era for Malist, in no small part due to the fresh talent newly inducted into the project. With this in mind, I offer a qualified recommendation to try Eternal Echo. Should you be an existing fan, or a newcomer curious to add another entry into your rotation, you might not be blown away, but you’ll certainly not be disappointed. In a genre as overpopulated with talented musicians and songwriters as this, it’s hard to ask for more than that!

Rating: Good!
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Flowing Downward
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: June 12th, 2026

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Rain has started to leak into the ducts as Spring gets wetter and wetter. While I’m away, vacationing in a nice, dry, cloudy place, my minions are drenched and miserable. As it should be! But I’m still keeping tabs on their progress. Just because I’m having a great time somewhere else doesn’t mean these louts don’t have a quota to meet!

And meet their quota they shall, if only barely… BEHOLD!

ClarkKent’s Sci-Fi Soundbites

Epigram // Obsolescent [March 6th, 2026 – Self Released]

Combining the melodic black metal of Thulcandra and Dissection with the symphonics of Fleshgod Apocalypse and SepticFlesh, Epigram dropped a tasty little morsel with their debut, Obsolescent. The trio from Los Angeles puts on a spirited performance that borders on thrash. Tim Cauley’s display on the kit is a dominant force as he furiously blast beats his way from one song to the next. He turns “Wrath of Betrayed” into a piece of blackened thrash and proves tireless across Obsolescent’s 27-minute runtime. The lively vocal performance of Luis Echevarria adds further to Epigram’s charm. His low growls may seem underpowered, but his delivery is energetic and fun. He’s also the source of the symphonic instrumentation, via synths, though this aspect is secondary. Sure, there’s some choral chants (“Myrmidon,” “The Usurper’s Throne”), strings (“Hour of Gods”), and other vaguely symphonic sounds, but Epigram is most focused on the blackened melodic stuff. Shadi Absi throws together some great riffs, particularly on “Empires,” a work of pure black ‘n roll. The showstopper is “Hour of Gods,” with some sweet riffs and terrific energy. This song alone makes Obsolescent a worthy spin. Rounding out the musicians is Sanjay Kumar (Inferi, Wormhole), who plays solos on “Wrath of Betrayed” and “No Sin.” This is a promising debut for an eager new band.

Kal-El // Astral Voyager Vol. 2 [March 20th, 2026 – Blues Funeral Recordings]

Sporting the greatest band name of all time, Kal-El have been blasting listeners with stoner doom since 2012. Astral Voyager Vol. 2 is the follow-up to last year’s Vol. 1, and these pyschedelians’s seventh album overall. It’s been seven years since Witches of Mars was unfairly pummeled by a Kryptonian frog, and now I’d like to do the band justice by rescuing them from our filter. On this astral voyage, you get the pleasure of listening to six songs and 42 minutes of laid-back stoner tunes with plenty of fuzzy riffs—perfect for cruising around the cosmos. Their riff-centric approach puts them in the Black Sabbath camp, and the riffs on the likes of “Juno” and “The Prophecy,” which has a “Children of the Grave” vibe, are tons of fun. Further cementing the Sabbath comp is the vocal performance of Ståle Rodvelt, who carries a resemblance to Ozzy in his delivery. Longer cuts take more exploratory routes, akin to Sleep, yet still feature plenty to get your head bobbin’. “Asteroid” opens up with some sweet riffs that sustain its near eight-minute frame, while “The Nine” will still have you singing along in the final of its ten minutes. 1 So if you are in the mood for something chill that won’t put you to sleep, something that has the riffs without the risk of elevating your blood pressure, you should spend some time with Kal-El.

Thus Spoke’s Tectonic Treat

Bong-Ra // Esoterik [March 20th, 2026 – Debemur Morti Productions]

Not having received promo, it was only upon visiting DM’s Bandcamp page while writing up Aversio Humanitatis that I realised Bong-Ra had released another album. Asked whether Esoterik would be leaning more into enigmatic doom or spiky industrial electronica, the shapeshifting Bong-Ra said “yes”. The music is built on layers of dense, gritty atmosphere undulating with bass, breakbeats, and distorted riffs. Vocals are maintained from Black Noise—half-spoken snarls blurred by noise, shifting between blunt tunefulness (“Serpentine Helix”) and gargling venom (“Machine Halo”)—but at least half of the space is devoted to the purely instrumental psychosis. The saxophone is back, adding bizarre elegance and chilling eeriness in equal measure. Sometimes, Esoterik seems to be pitting its sultry and acerbic natures against one another; that chamber jazz side can take one by surprise (“Pleasures of the Flesh,” “Duality of One”), sandwiched as it is between a more punishing industrialism, but Bong-Ra just about gets away with it. This could be down to Esoterik’s efficiency in establishing (new) grooves—rhythmic and stylistic. Opener “Harmony Cloak” dispels misgivings on its skittering electronic oddity with a chorus that strikes a stylish balance between melody and dissonance; “Machine Halo” later follows in its stride. It’s an album that earns its moniker, right down to the particular spelling, and is worth the dark diversion it requires.

Grin Reaper’s Kooky Curios

Surturian // II – Hessian Spears [March 13th, 2026 – Crawling Chaos]

A German thrash band named after the legendary fire giant and guardian of Muspelheim? And on their debut LP, they launch an unrelenting, venomous assault filled with sticky riffs and bopping bass grooves in under forty-five minutes? Sign me up! Surturian plays thrash that smacks of early Testament and Metallica fused with the epic melodies of latter-day Kreator—hell, vocalist Tim Krogull reeks of Mille’s rancorous vocals, even though his name hews closer to a Voivodian disposition. In addition to thrash influences, Surturian calls upon Maiden’s signature gallops (“Cimmerians Wrath”) and anthemic melodies (“⁠Night Stalker,” “Do What Thou Wilt”), inculcating a lofty grandeur throughout II – Hessian Spears. Further fanning Surturian’s flames, the outfit navigates a varied landscape that imbues each track with its own character while never straying too far from their core sound. Hard-hitting offensives (“Blood Witchery”), slinky licks (“Night Stalker”), and oddball songwriting (“Beneath a Dying Sky”2) unite into an album I’ve regularly returned to since discovering it. If you’re feeling unSurtain, take it from me—it’s always a good time for some Hessian aggression!

Barn // Crucibles [March 24th, 2026 – Self Released]

Thanks to a certain dude/guy in the comments section, Crucibles didn’t slip past me undetected. Despite their dubious band name, Barn dropped a humdinger slab of tech death back in March that oozes with references to Unquestionable Presence (Atheist), Focus (Cynic), and, to a lesser extent, Decrepit Birth.3 There are even moments that echo more subdued moments from recent Sallow Moth releases (“The Serpent’s Perpetual Shed”). Staccato bursts of guitar, pinch harmonics, and buttery, fretless bass glissandos epitomize what Barn offers, and they spread it thick and chunky all over Crucibles’ sixty-five-minute runtime. Rustic name notwithstanding, Barn’s latest sounds like a sci-fi adventure, supported by track names like “Black Hole Lens” and “Cymatics.” The fretless bass especially helps with the futuristic aesthetic, frictionlessly gliding through gusts of abrupt, otherworldly guitars that buffet tracks from all angles. Barn rarely offers reprieve during their unconventional onslaught, but tracks like “Forbidden Fruits,” “Cymatics,” and “The Defeater” achieve such heights that I don’t find myself needing one. In short, these Boise boys warp listeners to a different dimension on Crucibles, and though it runs a tad long, I haven’t been deterred yet from lighting up this Barnburner.

Dionysiaque // La Tourbe des Rêves [March 27th, 2026 – I, Voidhanger Records]

Dionysiaque dispenses a bizarre derivative of doom on La Tourbe des Rêves that’s sure to be equal parts captivating and divisive. Reaching into the bag of tricks defined by Cathedral, Black Sabbath, and Candlemass, Dionysiaque’s sophomore album lumbers and chugs with classic rock-inspired leads and firecracker songcraft that I find utterly enthralling. Songs like “Aaron,” “Hate Fruit,” and “The Two Headed Boy” spotlight Dionysiaque’s plaintive guitar wails, contributed by L.B. and Bruno Penserini, along with their savvy balance of somber atmospheres and rousing melodies. Buoying the guitar tandem, bassist Lethal lays down frolicking, fabulous thunder via absorbing countermelodies while drummer T.H. looses potent fills and rolls throughout. Soaring atop the instrumentation are N.C.’s unorthodox vocals, which will almost certainly be the sole determining factor in listeners’ ability to engage with La Tourbe des Rêves. His delivery recalls that of Mayhem’s Attila Csihar at his most operatically deranged, never lacking conviction yet occasionally overpowering and ostentatious. Still, I appreciate and enjoy the commitment to the unhinged performance, and although dialing it back a little would make Dionysiaque’s latest more accessible, I’ve come to love La Tourbe des Rêves without apology. So don’t be afraid to let a little love into your heart—go get debauched with Dionysiaque’s aphrodisiac.

Creeping Ivy’s Pandemonic Pleasure

Mammon’s Throne // My Body to the Worms [March 13th, 2026 – Hammerheart Records]

In advising his fellow fallen angels—recently expelled from Heaven—to turn Hell into a competing kingdom, Mammon projects that All Demons will ‘work ease out of pain / Through labor and endurance.’4 Satan doesn’t heed this advice, but the third LP from Mammon’s Throne arguably does. On My Body to the Worms, this Australian five-piece inflicts pleasurable pain upon metaldom via five filthy slabs of sludgy death-doom (plus two instrumental reprieves). Mammon’s Throne conjure Hooded Menace, Temple of Void, and (old) Worm in their proclivity for plodding tempos, swampy riffs, and gravely howls (“Elixir”). The album is also a labor of love for classic (death-) doom à la Paradise Lost and My Dying Bride, mixing gothy croons, ascendant melodicism, and haunting piano into the band’s sinister stew (“Every Day More Sickened,” “At the Threshold of Eternity”). Though the listener does need some endurance, as three of the five non-instrumentals hover in the 8–9 minute range, the record flows fluidly across an easy 42 minutes. If you ever wondered what metal in league with Mammon might sound like, give My Body to the Worms a spin.

Uada have announced they are stepping away from touring and canceling all live appearances in 2026 due to family surgery and health-related issues within the band's camp.

The band also plans to work on new material.

Details: https://metalinsider.net/news/uada-cancel-2026-touring-plans-amid-family-and-health-concerns

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April is commonly known in many parts of the Northern hemisphere for bringing on the rain. It’s often a chilling kind of rain, bringing temps down and diffusing light such as to create a gloomy, but not uninviting, atmosphere. This year, it seems the rain came late, falling heavily into the first weeks of May, thus extending that cloudy aesthetic into the warmer months as they creep in. Enter Oregon’s Old Moon, a melancholic melodic black metal quintet whose sound perfectly fits this muggy season, and their upcoming debut LP, Home to Nowhere.

To those familiar with the sadboi side of the metal spectrum, Old Moon will sound quite familiar. Combining Insomnium with more atmospheric acts like Skyborne Reveries or Skyforest, but produced with the warmth of Izthmi, Home to Nowhere is diffuse and cinematic in its melancholy. Like much of the black metal scene, blast beats abound, but thankfully, there’s quite a variety of patterns, deathly and doomy that break it up—even going so far as to explore a gothic rock swagger at key junctures (“Obsidian”). A deep roar trades blows with higher placed rasps to complement Old Moon’s smooth and gradual shifts from sweeping melodeath riffs, weeping leads, and trem-picked atmospherics. Familiar pieces all, and in concert they bring great comfort to these ears.

It’s a shame that Home to Nowhere’s production conspires against that comfort at every turn. The biggest culprit of my woes in this space are the drums, which are placed so far forward in the mix, and adopt the sharpest possible tone for snare pops and bass kicks, that each hit registers as moderately annoying to mildly painful. You may think this an exaggeration, but a song like “Distance,” which flows gently and with the grace of a swan, succumbs entirely to those drums. “My Name is Death” similarly suffers, but its more aggressive songwriting and confrontational vocal mixing helps to offset the imbalance somewhat. Compounding the issue, Home to Nowhere’s boomy engineering offers no modulation in any instrument to give quiet moments breathing room or dramatic swells a sense of growth or depth. As a result, the whole furrows the brow as I struggle to relax into these songs and enjoy its musicality.

Once I did manage to accept Home to Nowhere’s production and move past my frustration with it, I finally began appreciating Old Moon’s songwriting. While nothing here is so exciting and fresh as to bring them into the same conversation as genre icons like Insomnium, songs like “Creations Undone” and “Distance” showcase a beautiful array of mournful melodies and gothic drama. Not to mention “Creations Undone” features one scorcher of a black metal riff that comes out of absolute nowhere and raises the hairs on my neck. Other songs like “A Rest to My Name” and “My Name is Death” boast strong ideas and compelling melodicism, but in their case, the whole feels underbaked. Even after nearly six minutes, I find myself wondering where the rest of “A Rest to My Name” in particular went as it fades to black. Thankfully, opener “Between the Stars” and the title track make up some of that missed potential with well fleshed out motifs that, while on the longer-form side at seven-minute territory, resolve into satisfying conclusions.

In sum, Home to Nowhere is a decent record with some very strong ideas, marred by a punishing production (that still somehow scores into double-digits on my DR meter). With softer drum tones, less volume,1 and a more nuanced mix that allows quieter moments to shine alongside more intense ones, Old Moon could find much greater success in future efforts. Until that time, best to look elsewhere for a melancholy pall to go with that April May rain.

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 11 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: M-Theory Audio
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

It’s impressive how some artists work in multiple bands at once, and more impressive how common this seems to be. Often, the fact that an act is a side-project of or also features a particular musician is the sole reason you check them out, conferring a degree of quality or prestige. Piołun is one of these bands, a duo comprised of Mānbryne and ex-Blaze of Perdition guitarist Łukasz Barański—who here also handles vocals—and relatively unknown drummer Vitor. Like those groups, Piołun is black metal in a style that has grown increasingly associated with the Polish scene in particular—melodic but understated, enriched with a pinch of atmosphere and a slightly gritty vibe. The band’s debut, Rzeki Goryczy, was met with general acclaim, and it should therefore delight fans that Exolvuntur follows closely in its footsteps, albeit aiming to be “more dynamic and melodic.” In fact, this sophomore is exemplary in many ways, but not all of them are complimentary.

Exolvuntur is simple on the surface, sticking to unflowery tremolos and uncomplicated tempos, occasionally employing group1 vocals for roaring emphasis. Particular turns of instrumental phrase echo those of Mānbryne (“Moribunda,” “Hiems”), while others carry a more Sethian tone (“Manifest-kresu,” “Czas”). But Piołun don’t ape anyone so much as draw from a common well of spiritedness. More overtly than on the debut, they hit upon the familiar hazily-layered riffing and minimalistic melodic scales of second-wave-cum-meloblack in general, and structure their compositions uniformly around the recurrence of a singular uplifting high guitar line. This allows them to centre their spirit, which vitriolic vocal delivery and the occasional nods to the epic in their key refrains demonstrate they have an abundance of. Spirit and familiarity only go so far, however.

Piołun know how to write a smart rhythmic hook and a melancholic lead. Repeated stop-starts (“Sierpniowy-brzask,” “Hiems”), an offbeat to the descent of a tremolo (“Manifest-kresu”), and emphatic push-pulls between vocal delivery and guitar line switching (“Moribunda”) make for a consistently spunky energy. It pairs well with Exolvuntur’s best refrains, which feel mournful in that vaguely medieval sense only the trvest black metal is capable of (“Manifest-kresu,” “Sierpniowy-brzask,” “Proba-Sznura”). Exolvuntur is rather more uplifting than harrowing, filled with layered, iterated melodies (“Sierpniowy-brzask”) and anthemic, emphatic roars (“Czas,” “Kolo-zycia”). This applies to forward-launching blazers (“Manifest-kresu,” “Kolo-zycia”), rhythmic fillers (“Czas), and mellow bridgers (“Sierpniowy-brzask,” “Moribunda”) alike. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before but like a favourite hoodie or comforting tv show you’ve watched so many times, you know every line, there’s something endearing and warming about this album—strange as that would seem given its overt heaviness and darkness.

Yet Exolvuntur’s charms mask a simplicity that approaches shallowness. These shimmering lead riffs that are good in isolation and already familiar in an abstract sense are recycled with barely a semitone of difference across the record (“Sierpniowy-brzask,” “Proba-Sznura,” “Hiems”); the remainder feel like filler. Operating between a handful of notes that could constitute a theoretical “average” for this style of meloblack, their cadence, execution, and frequency is not only predictable but so void of imagination that they make every movement feel trite and their emotionality manufactured. It forms a key part of the problematic repetitiousness that plagues Exolvuntur, where tempos suffer from a similar banality, mechanically moving between a tripping march and nondescript blastbeat of some form, killing the fire of a stinging lead and with nary a fill or rollover to be heard. “Heard” is key here, because the drums somehow sound jarringly clacky at one moment and anaemically muffled everywhere else—like a bongo in a phone booth—which makes potential drum gymnastics very difficult to distinguish. At the heights of speed and intensity, vocals and much of the guitars are swallowed by this mire such that everyone is jostling for position, and passionate snarls feel unintentionally strained rather than punchy.

Piołun did not need to fall back on triteness. Not only are there sweeping refrains (“Proba-Sznura”) and passionate arcs (“Manifest-kresu”) that demonstrate a flair for the dramatic and deep, their very debut Rzeki Goryczy does too. The duo exercised restraint in keeping Exolvuntur below 40 minutes, but that restraint seems to have bled into the songwriting, in a genre and proclaimed take on it that necessitates at least a little excess—in emotion, heaviness, speed, or complexity. Exolvuntur is a slice of nostalgia for some, a comforting wash of approximately vicious black metal, but it shows how great a distance there is in evoking a sound and using it to evoke anything else.

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Malignant Voices
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Available Worldwide: May 22nd, 2026

Written By: Aleken’s Gunstrosity

Every year has one magical moment that I look forward to with great anticipation: the first metal release that wows me enough to think it’ll be my AotY. It’s an electric sensation, and it just so happens that Alekhines Gun brought first lightning to my world this year, in the form of atmospheric post-black metal band Silaera’s debut record, An Aberration of the Void. The Chicagoan triplet, established in 2019 as a one-man project, rounded out their lineup with a bassist and a second guitarist last year as they recorded their striking debut. Complete with a stunning Burke piece adorning its cover, An Aberration of the Void left Gun and I with our jaws on the floor, so much so that we had no choice but to write this review together. Two different voices, one unified piece.

An Aberration of the Void is an apt moniker for Silaera’s first outing, as the band masterfully wields all of black metal’s forms as if they were intrinsic properties of their very being. At once gorgeous, frightening, triumphant, and evil, An Aberration of the Void recalls the sweeping flares of Mare Cognitum (“A Celestial Grave”), the gentle caress of Noltem (the first quarter of “Fall into Cosmic Sleep”), the fervent dissonance of Vimur (“From Entropic Dust”), and the devastating heft of the altogether more vicious Keres (“Abhorring the Lifting of Eyes, the middle third of “Fall into Cosmic Sleep”). Yet, Silaera’s talent for transitions and assembly manage to craft a vision like visiting an alien planet; you’ve seen planets before, but none like this, and trying to classify its place in the cosmos in relation to other stars is a waste of time. This planet simply is. An Aberration’s production conjures specters of the celestial in similar fashion, transversely aligning full, rich chords, cavernous reverb, and a deep low end against crystalline shimmers and bright midranges. The result is a magical composition of unknown and unknowable beauty churning with the destructive energy of a collapsing star.

If you need a quick peak into the nebula awaiting, point your telescopes to “Abhorring the Lifting of Eyes,” a masterstroke of composition, creativity, and unpredictability. Launching with a sparkling1 trem-heavy intro, it glides into a long-form riff of cosmic mysticism before variating into a brutally heavy crush, which then spontaneously combusts into a jagged groove attack liable to snap your neck like a toothpick. Tellingly, vocals take a dumbfounding length of time to kick in, but aren’t noticed in their absence until they make their presence known—this serves only to enhance their impact. Moments of contrast like this abound on An Aberration, giving new meaning to the term “beauty and the beast,” but few hit harder than “From Entropic Dust” and epic closer “Fall into Cosmic Sleep” when they offset their impeccable atmospheric allure with deadly swings and terrifying dissonance. Imagine if Cosmic Putrification wrote an album about their feelings and had it produced by Blackbraid, and you’ll almost get it. Silaera takes their songwriting chiaroscuro even further, morphing and mutating phrases with each repetition so radically as to redefine, but never estrange, the tones and textures of the next measure.

That songwriting makes An Aberration of the Void engaging and stimulating from start to finish in spite of its uniformly long-form construction. You’d expect a record where no song falls below six minutes to feature some bloat, but not here. Not a moment wasted, An Aberration arranges compelling choices and elevating decorations around every corner, on both the songwriting and production front. The snare positively crackles and pops when devolving into ferocious blasts, but sibilates and snaps instead during gentler phrases to emphasize mood and atmosphere to great effect (“A Celestial Gaze”). A throaty rasp informs the more intense sections while guttural roars evoke a lurking monstrosity when the moment calls for something more ominous (“Fall into Cosmic Sleep”). Riffs pummel and pound with the terrible force of black holes, but delicate melodies ascend beyond the heavens in tandem to uplift the listener as the event horizon guarantees their final destination (“Abhorring the Lifting of Eyes,” “Fall into Cosmic Sleep”). This interplay of contrast and complement, paired with meticulous detailing, is the unfathomable core of An Aberration of the Void, and the main reason why it universally captivates my attention.

Criticisms are extremely difficult to commit to, not just for me, but also for Gun. Neither one of us felt any held water for longer than a few moments. We nonetheless noted that, for some, Silaera’s disparate references could feel disjointed in the moment,2 with cohesion only coming after focused spins. An Aberration of the Void also does not escape common genre trappings: maximum reverb, more runtime dedicated to slower paces than outright aggression, arpeggios everywhere. But in execution, these small points of contention feel like inseparable parts of the cosmos Silaera created, and what a wondrous cosmos it is.

Rating Consensus: Great!!3
DR: Lost to the Void | Format Reviewed: Bandcamp Stream
Label: Self Released
Websites: silaera.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Silaera
Releases Worldwide: April 10th, 2026

To receive the honor of reviewing duties for Noise’s latest as a superfan of his output is an exciting prospect. I tend to agree with Carcharodon when it comes to their critical consensus, and Kanonenfieber is one of my favorite acts around. So, when I was (presumptively) lucky enough to review the latest Non Est Deus record, Blessings and Curses, I was excited to say the least. We have lavished praise here at AMG across the Noise spectrum, and while his projects range in quality, that quality remains firmly in the top tier of melodic black metal. So, with all that out of the way, is the latest noise from Noise a blessing of black metal righteousness or a curse on the venerable artist’s output?

Out of the gate, Blessing and Curses works to establish a more unique sound for Non Est Deus in comparison to Noise’s other projects. Whereas Legacy could lean a little too close to Kanonenfieber or Leiþa at times, this latest record makes a clear differentiation between the new Non Est Deus and the old. Noise’s vocals are clear and crisp, sung completely in English, and never hit the heaviness of Kanonenfieber or the tortured emotion of Leiþa. In fact, the first band that came to mind when spinning Blessings and Curses was Rotting Christ. At first glance, this feels like a clear step in a better direction for a project that needed a more unique identity, but upon further inspection, it hampers the album at nearly every turn.

Blessings and Curses by Non Est Deus

Blessings and Curses has a strong artistic foundation and conceptual structure, with three interludes (Prayer I, II, and III, respectively) and psalms scourging every major track. The album feels unique in the way that it follows a believer in God who loses their way and becomes disillusioned, directly mirroring the diptych on the album cover, as well as the title of the record. Phenomenal album cover aside, the musical progression isn’t as pronounced as I had hoped based on the concept, and Blessings and Curses is repetitive throughout. Nearly every track follows a similar structure, including choruses that repeat the same cadence and emotional beats on a majority of the songs. Noise returns to refrains that have a main line (usually the song title) followed by a “whispered” section that either repeats that same idea or only a slight variation on it (“Show Mercy”, “My Lord”, “The Forsaken”, “The Indulgence”). It leaves Blessings and Curses sounding like someone trying to replicate Noise as opposed to Noise himself.

To Blessings and Curses’ detriment, spoken word sections are back, and the album remains worse for it. The opening “Prayer I” feels entirely throwaway, and the interludes are so quick as to make them feel like an afterthought. The psalms on each track also kill momentum, with their placement typically towards the finale of the song. Derailing every track, the psalms are the vegetables before getting to the meat of it all. While they serve the album conceptually, they are half-baked throughout. The idea of splitting the album is an interesting one, and the best tracks are in the back half, but Blessings and Curses is sonically stagnant. “Show Mercy” and “Forgive Me” (an album highlight) play with some very light black n’ roll elements, making me wish the first half had gone all in on that idea, leaving the second half to be a blasting blackened death beast. Unfortunately, neither is that diverse, sitting in this mid space that just sounds a bit like Noise on autopilot. None of the songs are bad, some are even great, but the album as a whole feels like it wastes a phenomenal concept.

If you told me I would be reviewing Noise for AMG in 2026, I would call you a fuckin’ liar and that you shouldn’t play with my emotions. If you told me that I would be the one to give Noise a proper tongue lashing, I would be doubly upset. As a stalwart fan of the artist, I still enjoyed Blessings and Curses on a lizard-brain level, and there are some truly great tracks (Forgive Me, Kora, Transgression). I appreciate Non Est Deus doing more to differentiate itself from the rest of Noise’s work, but I would love to see it pushed even further and move out of its melodic black metal safe zone. As it stands, a mediocre Noise record is still better than most other offerings out there, but for an artist with such incredible albums under his belt, I prayed for more.

Rating: Mixed
DR: N/A| Format Reviewed: A dreamy streamy
Label: Noisebringer Records
Websites: Website | Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: April 3rd, 2026