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By Alekhines Gun
One of my favorite bits in the game Portal 2 comes near the very beginning, when the player is commanded to go stand in front of a piece of art. It’s an okay piece, depicting a lovely mountain overlooking a lakeside cabin where everything looks peaceful, somewhat colorful, and safe. By the end of our momentary study, we are assured we should now feel “mentally invigorated.” Such mental vim and vigor is sought out in more artistic albums, which don’t seek to liquify teeth as much as transport us to other realms and times, whether it be brimming with life and motion or a well-executed snapshot of a mood. Morke, a project spearheaded by sole member Eric Wing, have arrived with self-described “Atmospheric Castle Metal” on display for their fourth album To Carry On, and the question is, will you indeed keep it moving after indulging in its color schemes, or allow yourself to get swept away to times long forgotten?
On first listen, all I could think was “wow, this sounds exactly like Obsequiae.” Turns out my ears are very astute, as Tanner Anderson is credited in the promo as making contributions to the album. The precise degree of his participation isn’t specified, but if you’re a sucker for his band, then there’s plenty for you to feast your ears on here. To Carry On tries its hand at singing its own Palms of Sorrowed Kings while taking a much more streamlined and basic approach. Trimming down the more raw production of previous efforts, Morke spread out the tonal palette to allow leads, leads, and more leads (“Falling Leaves”, “Sublymed Respair”) to carry the bulk of the presentation, with enough clarity in the production for some tasty bass lines (“Ashes of Fuedalism”) to make their presence known.
Much like individual brush strokes coalesce into one whole, To Carry On places pretty much all its emphasis on atmosphere. The bulk of the album is mid-paced, with leads relaxing and guitar tones colorful. The drums are well placed as far as occasional double bass drops go to remind you that this is, in fact, still a metal album, even as the tempo and general vibe never approach anything truly heavy. The uniformity of the tonal palate is the larger philosophical struggle Morke presents: this painting of a flowers-and-fog-drenched castle is well crafted, but there are precious few touches that truly stand out. Mid-album tracks “Coup D’oeil” and “Viola Odorata” flow nicely together with some riffs of genuine memorability. However, bookending the album come tracks which end up starting to sound self-plagiarizing, with similar intervals and scales utilized, which never become boring, unto themselves, but do become familiar far too quickly.
Ultimately, the question of listener enjoyment will come down to expectations. To Carry On doesn’t have the vibrancy and depth of Summoning or the kinetic enthusiasm of Obsequiae. Those bands are atmospheric masters who manage to invoke life into their riffs, the latter with their energy and the former with their creative use of other instruments. What Morke offers up instead is a collection of tracks which play toward the greater whole, where the listener is enveloped in an atmospheric sense without necessarily latching on to any particular highs, lows, or fist-pumping “hell yeah” inducing moments one typically looks for. In fact, other than the aforementioned two-track run in the middle, To Carry On is relatively devoid of highs and lows, instead leaning in on complete and tonal consistency, for better and worse.
This makes administering an appropriate score more challenging than I’d expected. I have been fortunate enough to visit my share of art museums over the years, and no great painting can be appreciated at a mere glance. Color schemes, stroke methods, and materials used all warrant consideration when enjoying the greater whole of the painting before us. And yet, part of me insists that I don’t listen to albums for the same reason I look at paintings, and I feel that holds To Carry On back. If you are looking to get mentally swept up into the moods of knights and serfdom, mentally add an extra half point for yourself and hear an enthusiastic endorsement on the potency and excellence that the atmosphere summoned has to offer. For my own part, I can’t help but hope for more vibrancy and less “still life” going forward. Until then, you will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, you may stare at the art…
Score: 2.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: True Cult Records |
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: October 10th, 2025#25 #2025 #AmericanMetal #AtmosphericBlackMetal #Morke #Obsequiae #Oct25 #Review #Reviews #Summoning #ToCarryOn #TrueCultRecords
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By Alekhines Gun
One of my favorite bits in the game Portal 2 comes near the very beginning, when the player is commanded to go stand in front of a piece of art. It’s an okay piece, depicting a lovely mountain overlooking a lakeside cabin where everything looks peaceful, somewhat colorful, and safe. By the end of our momentary study, we are assured we should now feel “mentally invigorated.” Such mental vim and vigor is sought out in more artistic albums, which don’t seek to liquify teeth as much as transport us to other realms and times, whether it be brimming with life and motion or a well-executed snapshot of a mood. Morke, a project spearheaded by sole member Eric Wing, have arrived with self-described “Atmospheric Castle Metal” on display for their fourth album To Carry On, and the question is, will you indeed keep it moving after indulging in its color schemes, or allow yourself to get swept away to times long forgotten?
On first listen, all I could think was “wow, this sounds exactly like Obsequiae.” Turns out my ears are very astute, as Tanner Anderson is credited in the promo as making contributions to the album. The precise degree of his participation isn’t specified, but if you’re a sucker for his band, then there’s plenty for you to feast your ears on here. To Carry On tries its hand at singing its own Palms of Sorrowed Kings while taking a much more streamlined and basic approach. Trimming down the more raw production of previous efforts, Morke spread out the tonal palette to allow leads, leads, and more leads (“Falling Leaves”, “Sublymed Respair”) to carry the bulk of the presentation, with enough clarity in the production for some tasty bass lines (“Ashes of Fuedalism”) to make their presence known.
Much like individual brush strokes coalesce into one whole, To Carry On places pretty much all its emphasis on atmosphere. The bulk of the album is mid-paced, with leads relaxing and guitar tones colorful. The drums are well placed as far as occasional double bass drops go to remind you that this is, in fact, still a metal album, even as the tempo and general vibe never approach anything truly heavy. The uniformity of the tonal palate is the larger philosophical struggle Morke presents: this painting of a flowers-and-fog-drenched castle is well crafted, but there are precious few touches that truly stand out. Mid-album tracks “Coup D’oeil” and “Viola Odorata” flow nicely together with some riffs of genuine memorability. However, bookending the album come tracks which end up starting to sound self-plagiarizing, with similar intervals and scales utilized, which never become boring, unto themselves, but do become familiar far too quickly.
Ultimately, the question of listener enjoyment will come down to expectations. To Carry On doesn’t have the vibrancy and depth of Summoning or the kinetic enthusiasm of Obsequiae. Those bands are atmospheric masters who manage to invoke life into their riffs, the latter with their energy and the former with their creative use of other instruments. What Morke offers up instead is a collection of tracks which play toward the greater whole, where the listener is enveloped in an atmospheric sense without necessarily latching on to any particular highs, lows, or fist-pumping “hell yeah” inducing moments one typically looks for. In fact, other than the aforementioned two-track run in the middle, To Carry On is relatively devoid of highs and lows, instead leaning in on complete and tonal consistency, for better and worse.
This makes administering an appropriate score more challenging than I’d expected. I have been fortunate enough to visit my share of art museums over the years, and no great painting can be appreciated at a mere glance. Color schemes, stroke methods, and materials used all warrant consideration when enjoying the greater whole of the painting before us. And yet, part of me insists that I don’t listen to albums for the same reason I look at paintings, and I feel that holds To Carry On back. If you are looking to get mentally swept up into the moods of knights and serfdom, mentally add an extra half point for yourself and hear an enthusiastic endorsement on the potency and excellence that the atmosphere summoned has to offer. For my own part, I can’t help but hope for more vibrancy and less “still life” going forward. Until then, you will hear a buzzer. When you hear the buzzer, you may stare at the art…
Score: 2.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: True Cult Records |
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: October 10th, 2025#25 #2025 #AmericanMetal #AtmosphericBlackMetal #Morke #Obsequiae #Oct25 #Review #Reviews #Summoning #ToCarryOn #TrueCultRecords
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Abhorrent Expanse – Enter the Misanthropocene Review
By Dear Hollow
How experimental is too experimental? That’s the question Chicago’s Abhorrent Expanse posits. It’s clear from the title: Enter the Misanthropocene enters to play jazz and fuck shit up, and “Bitches Brew” is on its final notes. When the Lord of the Promo Pit designated the quartet as “death-drone,” I was intrigued and gobbled up rights. It was clear from the jump that Abhorrent Expanse was not the death metal act with a mammoth guitar tone I had hoped, but an improvisational free jazz quartet that decides to do extreme metal sometimes, with death metal, grindcore, and, yes, drone metal making short-lived appearances. Pushing the boundary between extreme lofty experimentation and outright nonsense, Enter the Misanthropocene is a sophomore effort that will take you to an abstract and uncompromising world – or straight to the medicine cabinet for an aspirin.
Abhorrent Expanse has a solid lineup, including caliber from Zebulon Pike, Celestiial, Obsequiae, and The Blight – even if its sound feels entirely convoluted. Following the controversial debut Gateways to Resplendence, Enter the Misanthropocene is largely the same, but its scope is larger, significantly reducing its drone content in favor of jazzy noodling, grind intensity, sprawling ambiance, and deconstructed death metal jaggedness. The drone that exists within is a short-lived sprawl that pops up periodically, giving a more abstract feel than its predecessor’s “dissodeath meeting drone metal in a dark alley behind the Kmart” vibe. Forty-eight minutes of whiplash-inducing tonal and tempo shifts, off-key twanging, random stoner sprawls, and an undeserved love for improv awaits – and I need a nap.
Say it with me: improv is bad. I get the whole avant-garde approach that John Zorn would drool over, that an improvised performance is a “never see it the same way twice” kind of deal, but that doesn’t mean it’s good. As we’ve seen with typically good bands like Neptunian Maximalism or Bunsenburner, relying on group chemistry instead of thoughtful songwriting to create a singular experience hardly pans out – and Enter the Misanthropocene is no exception. Moments of avant-garde clarity in which the instruments align shine in the twitching obscure grind (title track, “Assail the Density Matrix,” “Dissonant Aggressors”), short-lived minimalist drone (“Praise for Chaos,” “Dissonant Aggressors,” “Ascension Symptom Acceleration”), haunting ritualism (“Waves of Graves”), and ambient calm (“Kairos”). Death growls are sparse. Enter the Misanthropocene is so free jazz and avant-garde it forcibly drags nonconsenting listeners into what seems like obscenely high art…
…Or incompetent musicianship. Much of Abhorrent Expanse’s sound is rooted in utter nonsense, and one that often gets played really fast. While there’s certainly artistic discomfort aplenty to be found on this record, in which I can see some merit (“Waves of Graves,” “Drenched Onyx”), these are scattered moments among what sound like the plonks and twunks of a novice fiddling with a new guitar at Guitar Center. Atonal noodling and off-beat drumming accounts for the majority of its forty-eight minute runtime, sounding entirely random. The drone-doom moments feel off-beat and misaligned (“Praise for Chaos”), some ambient moments are so subtle and minimalist that they just cover John Cage’s 4’33” for a bit before eventually becoming audible (“Nephilim Disinterred”), and by the end of the ten-minute closer “Prostrate Before Chthonic Devourment” you might feel like you’ve been through a prostrate exam.
The promotion around Abhorrent Expanse relies on similarities to dissonant acts like Portal and Imperial Triumphant – but in order to do that, they’d actually have to write some songs first. Gateways to Resplendence was challenging and avant-garde but anchored to a respectable degree; Enter the Misanthropocene is a leaf on the wind, being blown by one avant-garde gust to another with no semblance of gravity to save it. Its high-art status is a divisive issue, as the directionless noodling can be seen as either a challenging piece of art or four dudes who don’t know how to play their instruments. But isn’t that the nature of art itself? Abhorrent Expanse holds a mirror to art itself, making us question what is drivel and what is erudite – through the improvised off-key noodling of someone who has arguably never picked up a guitar before.
Rating: 1.0/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Amalgam Music
Websites: abhorrentexpanse.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025#10 #2025 #AbhorrentExpanse #AmalgamMusic #AmbientMetal #AmericanMetal #Aug25 #Bunsenburner #Celestiial #DeathMetal #DissonantDeathMetal #EnterTheMisanthropocene #FreeJazz #Grindcore #ImperialTriumphant #JohnCage #JohnZorn #NeptunianMaximalism #Noise #Obsequiae #Portal #Review #Reviews #TheBlight #ZebulonPike
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Abhorrent Expanse – Enter the Misanthropocene Review
By Dear Hollow
How experimental is too experimental? That’s the question Chicago’s Abhorrent Expanse posits. It’s clear from the title: Enter the Misanthropocene enters to play jazz and fuck shit up, and “Bitches Brew” is on its final notes. When the Lord of the Promo Pit designated the quartet as “death-drone,” I was intrigued and gobbled up rights. It was clear from the jump that Abhorrent Expanse was not the death metal act with a mammoth guitar tone I had hoped, but an improvisational free jazz quartet that decides to do extreme metal sometimes, with death metal, grindcore, and, yes, drone metal making short-lived appearances. Pushing the boundary between extreme lofty experimentation and outright nonsense, Enter the Misanthropocene is a sophomore effort that will take you to an abstract and uncompromising world – or straight to the medicine cabinet for an aspirin.
Abhorrent Expanse has a solid lineup, including caliber from Zebulon Pike, Celestiial, Obsequiae, and The Blight – even if its sound feels entirely convoluted. Following the controversial debut Gateways to Resplendence, Enter the Misanthropocene is largely the same, but its scope is larger, significantly reducing its drone content in favor of jazzy noodling, grind intensity, sprawling ambiance, and deconstructed death metal jaggedness. The drone that exists within is a short-lived sprawl that pops up periodically, giving a more abstract feel than its predecessor’s “dissodeath meeting drone metal in a dark alley behind the Kmart” vibe. Forty-eight minutes of whiplash-inducing tonal and tempo shifts, off-key twanging, random stoner sprawls, and an undeserved love for improv awaits – and I need a nap.
Say it with me: improv is bad. I get the whole avant-garde approach that John Zorn would drool over, that an improvised performance is a “never see it the same way twice” kind of deal, but that doesn’t mean it’s good. As we’ve seen with typically good bands like Neptunian Maximalism or Bunsenburner, relying on group chemistry instead of thoughtful songwriting to create a singular experience hardly pans out – and Enter the Misanthropocene is no exception. Moments of avant-garde clarity in which the instruments align shine in the twitching obscure grind (title track, “Assail the Density Matrix,” “Dissonant Aggressors”), short-lived minimalist drone (“Praise for Chaos,” “Dissonant Aggressors,” “Ascension Symptom Acceleration”), haunting ritualism (“Waves of Graves”), and ambient calm (“Kairos”). Death growls are sparse. Enter the Misanthropocene is so free jazz and avant-garde it forcibly drags nonconsenting listeners into what seems like obscenely high art…
…Or incompetent musicianship. Much of Abhorrent Expanse’s sound is rooted in utter nonsense, and one that often gets played really fast. While there’s certainly artistic discomfort aplenty to be found on this record, in which I can see some merit (“Waves of Graves,” “Drenched Onyx”), these are scattered moments among what sound like the plonks and twunks of a novice fiddling with a new guitar at Guitar Center. Atonal noodling and off-beat drumming accounts for the majority of its forty-eight minute runtime, sounding entirely random. The drone-doom moments feel off-beat and misaligned (“Praise for Chaos”), some ambient moments are so subtle and minimalist that they just cover John Cage’s 4’33” for a bit before eventually becoming audible (“Nephilim Disinterred”), and by the end of the ten-minute closer “Prostrate Before Chthonic Devourment” you might feel like you’ve been through a prostrate exam.
The promotion around Abhorrent Expanse relies on similarities to dissonant acts like Portal and Imperial Triumphant – but in order to do that, they’d actually have to write some songs first. Gateways to Resplendence was challenging and avant-garde but anchored to a respectable degree; Enter the Misanthropocene is a leaf on the wind, being blown by one avant-garde gust to another with no semblance of gravity to save it. Its high-art status is a divisive issue, as the directionless noodling can be seen as either a challenging piece of art or four dudes who don’t know how to play their instruments. But isn’t that the nature of art itself? Abhorrent Expanse holds a mirror to art itself, making us question what is drivel and what is erudite – through the improvised off-key noodling of someone who has arguably never picked up a guitar before.
Rating: 1.0/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Amalgam Music
Websites: abhorrentexpanse.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025#10 #2025 #AbhorrentExpanse #AmalgamMusic #AmbientMetal #AmericanMetal #Aug25 #Bunsenburner #Celestiial #DeathMetal #DissonantDeathMetal #EnterTheMisanthropocene #FreeJazz #Grindcore #ImperialTriumphant #JohnCage #JohnZorn #NeptunianMaximalism #Noise #Obsequiae #Portal #Review #Reviews #TheBlight #ZebulonPike
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Fell Omen – Caelid Dog Summer Review
By Alekhines Gun
Raw black metal is a tricky proposition. There’s an extremely thin line to walk between production choices designed to add mood and atmosphere to compositions via a wall of auditory fog and production choices that sound like someone threw their equipment down a block of concrete stairs and deemed it “artistic.” Countless one-man projects launch all the time to throw their hat in the ring with the Black Cilice’s and Paysage D’hivers of the world, with results ranging from formidable to unlistenable. Hailing from Greece, Fell Omen are newcomers to this arena, with their second album dropping a meagre six months after their first. Such a rapid turnaround implies either a deep creative well or a collection of kiddie-pool shallow ideas, so let’s dive in and see what these dog summer days have to offer.
How raw is raw? Caelid Dog Summer sounds most comparable to …Eternal Hails era Darkthrone. Everything is naturally underproduced, but only just-so, with a clarity in the instruments so all can be heard without sounding shimmery and polished. This gives the sound palate of Fell Omen a punkish and suitably rough-hewn style which suits the somewhat simplistic riff stylings of “Poise On Rune” without swinging into treble-tearing subwoofer-blowing ugliness. The raw-as-atmosphere is elsewhere emphasized in the beautiful runs littered across “Northern Lights Bomb,” where the warbling under-production adds to the piercing melodies without burying them in a haze of noise. While perhaps not quite ugly enough to be straight Cherd bait, Caelid Dog Summer manages to stick the landing with a production which qualifies for the genre label while being clear enough to let its moments of triumph and mood shine through.
As for the mood, the name of the game is fun.1 Fell Omen have assembled a collection of songs into fist-pumping, coke-snorting, beer-swigging sounds of grandeur and delight in complete defiance of stereotype. “Starscourge Phase One & Phase Two” kicks in the doors with straightforward assault which is almost Motörhead-ed in its enthusiasm and glee, with major chord progressions and solos that sound ripped from old school heavy metal trappings in their melodic noodlage and drunkenly shredded exuberance. “The Horrors Persist But So Does Steel” is a short, straightforward whip-cracking assault with some medieval-tinged melodies reminiscent of Godkiller. Those aural fingerprints, as well as the atmospheres of a much more streamlined Obsequiae result in a listen which manages to sound like its lifted from the world of our exhausted knight in not-so-shiny armor without losing its own sense of identity in the process.
Performances are enthusiastic, and while never anything complicated enough to be considered techy, they are delivered with skill. Sole member “Spider of Pnyx” delivers one solo after another without ever devolving into guitar-hero wankery. Closing track “The Fire is Still Warm” pumps the brakes on the tempo at last for a proper album finale, though it does take a little long getting the point across. Other than a few riffs across the album being stretched longer than they need to, songs come complete with identity and personality, well-arranged from atmospheric transitions to quick bursts of energy before collapsing back into a drunken bar brawl solo. His vocals are also excellent, not drowning the music in a blanket of voice but adding emphasis to groove and riff alike with a pitch like he was raised on a steady diet of extra coarse sandpaper. This care in assembly from beginning to end allows the sub-half-hour run time to feel perfect, as the album arrives, says its peace, raids your liquor cabinet, and runs off into the night before you can saddle your nearest horse.
Suffice to say, I’ve had a great time with Caelid Dog Summer. A defiant middle finger to the well-established trope of “No Mosh No Trends No Fun”, Fell Omen have crafted a platter worthy of triggering mosh, bringing back the trend of sexy lads in shining armor, and absolutely oodles of fun. That the album does so without ever devolving into self-parody or trying its hand at out EVILLLLLLing2 genre mates is worthy of commendation. The fact that it also manages to nail the balance between raw atmosphere and approachability elevates it from a simple fun listen to a truly delightful experience. Go grab some beer and dive into the last days of this truly dogged summer.
Rating: 3.5/5
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: True Cult Records
Website: Official Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025#2025 #35 #Aug25 #CaelidDogSummer #Darkthrone #FellOmen #Godkiller #GreekMetal #Motörhead #Obsequiae #RawBlackMetal #Review #Reviews #TrueCultRecords
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Exhibiting a rare gift for inducing goosebumps from the start, GREEN LUNG were instantly identifiable as something special. From the UK band's debut EP "Free The Witch" (2018) to their 2019 debut album "Woodland Rites" and its universally acclaimed follow-up, "Black Harvest", two years later, they h...https://blabbermouth.net/reviews/this-heathen-land
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Exhibiting a rare gift for inducing goosebumps from the start, GREEN LUNG were instantly identifiable as something special. From the UK band's debut EP "Free The Witch" (2018) to their 2019 debut album "Woodland Rites" and its universally acclaimed follow-up, "Black Harvest", two years later, they h...https://blabbermouth.net/reviews/this-heathen-land
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OBSEQUIAE - Live At Fire In The Mountains 2022
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OBSEQUIAE - Live At Fire In The Mountains 2022