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There’s a lot of weird shit floating around the metalsphere, and that includes Voidthrone’s newest addition, Dreaming Rat. The Seattle quartet has been kicking around for a decade, and in that time have released three prior platters of escalating lunacy. Without question, Dreaming Rat is Voidthrone’s most unhinged concoction to date, and a quick look at their Bandcamp credits gives prospective listeners a window into the alchemical ingredients they cook with, including Otamatone, conch shell, jaw harp, vibraslap, digeridoo, spoons, and a fretless bass. Throw in vocalist Zhenya Frolov’s deranged vocal stylings, and you’ve got yourself a bona fide manic expression of dissonant blackened death metal. With so many disparate components in Dreaming Rat’s stew, does Voidthrone soothe the savage beast or unleash a waking nightmare?

Listening to Dreaming Rat is a bit like experiencing an auditory fever dream, where disconnected fragments congeal into lurid, atonal anarchy. Voidthrone didn’t arrive at this sound overnight, though. Debut Spiritual War Tactics whipped and frothed with the restrained vitality of Krallice, and follow-up Kur added jazz-informed touches in the vein of Imperial Triumphant. Physical Degradation evolved Voidthrone’s sound, integrating more unconventional instrumentation and pushing the band’s songwriting past its comfort zone. On Dreaming Rat, Voidthrone takes the blueprint laid out on Physical Degradation and indiscriminately expands the range for strange. The result sees Frolov stretching his vocal performance into frenzied tirades, covering the gamut from Replicant’s vomitous barks to Sigh’s oddball deliveries. The instrumentation also gets exponentially wackier, as it conjures the rabid wrath of Pyrrhon along with the chaotic instincts of Afterbirth, resulting in an unpredictable romp to the end of the world.

At Dreaming Rat’s core, Voidthrone details the life and death of a solar system through bleak eras, segmenting the album into present, past, and future. The arcs are presented in that order, with each one comprised of three songs. The present describes the apex of a civilization, harnessing the promises forged upon the hopes and chaos of the past. Meanwhile, Voidthrone paints a grim outlook for the future, specifically calling out ‘an extinguished, lonely death of the physical, spiritual, and cognitive.’1 The lyrics throughout Dreaming Rat read like the demented ravings of a madman’s manifesto,2 and while I don’t think I could have divined the album’s overarching concept from them alone, reading them amplifies the bedlam Voidthrone has crafted on Dreaming Rat.

Writing music this lawless may seem haphazard, but over repeated listens, I’ve begun to glimpse the method to Dreaming Rat’s madness. Without question, everyone in Voidthrone earns their stripes. Ronald Foodsack’s guitars drench Dreaming Rat with warbling dissonance, perpetually in flux so that there’s never a riff or refrain to inhibit the music’s incessant lurch. Whether moving at frantic paces (“III-I. Surfing the Abyss”) or decelerating to a plodding crawl (“II-II. Morbid Seagull”), Ron’s six-stringed blitz never stalls. Additionally, Gavin Brooks contributes acoustic guitar and solos while manning the glorious fretless bass.3 Technical death metal has hogged the fretless bass for too long, and I’m glad Voidthrone has the stones to add it to disso metal’s tool chest. Tracks like “I-I. Bergen” and “II-I. Homeless Animal” showcase the character the instrument offers, bolstering the ever-shifting nature of Dreaming Rat. Drummer Josh Keifer grounds the band ably, locked into a supporting role that allows the other instruments to take center stage while he keeps things on the rails. Frolov’s feral vocals and the host of unconventional instruments further enrich Voidthrone’s distinctive identity, establishing what sounds like it could be the death throes of the universe.

What Voidthrone accomplishes with Dreaming Rat is fascinating and unique, and merits everyone’s attention. Sure, some songs could be trimmed to make such a scathing album a bit shorter and more palatable, and the three arcs could use some musical cues to distinguish songs thematically from one another, but Dreaming Rat is a crowning achievement for the band. Voidthrone’s psychedelic psychosis makes bold promises on paper and completely delivers in fact, and when I’m in the mood to get really weird with it, this will be the album I reach for.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

There’s a lot of weird shit floating around the metalsphere, and that includes Voidthrone’s newest addition, Dreaming Rat. The Seattle quartet has been kicking around for a decade, and in that time have released three prior platters of escalating lunacy. Without question, Dreaming Rat is Voidthrone’s most unhinged concoction to date, and a quick look at their Bandcamp credits gives prospective listeners a window into the alchemical ingredients they cook with, including Otamatone, conch shell, jaw harp, vibraslap, digeridoo, spoons, and a fretless bass. Throw in vocalist Zhenya Frolov’s deranged vocal stylings, and you’ve got yourself a bona fide manic expression of dissonant blackened death metal. With so many disparate components in Dreaming Rat’s stew, does Voidthrone soothe the savage beast or unleash a waking nightmare?

Listening to Dreaming Rat is a bit like experiencing an auditory fever dream, where disconnected fragments congeal into lurid, atonal anarchy. Voidthrone didn’t arrive at this sound overnight, though. Debut Spiritual War Tactics whipped and frothed with the restrained vitality of Krallice, and follow-up Kur added jazz-informed touches in the vein of Imperial Triumphant. Physical Degradation evolved Voidthrone’s sound, integrating more unconventional instrumentation and pushing the band’s songwriting past its comfort zone. On Dreaming Rat, Voidthrone takes the blueprint laid out on Physical Degradation and indiscriminately expands the range for strange. The result sees Frolov stretching his vocal performance into frenzied tirades, covering the gamut from Replicant’s vomitous barks to Sigh’s oddball deliveries. The instrumentation also gets exponentially wackier, as it conjures the rabid wrath of Pyrrhon along with the chaotic instincts of Afterbirth, resulting in an unpredictable romp to the end of the world.

At Dreaming Rat’s core, Voidthrone details the life and death of a solar system through bleak eras, segmenting the album into present, past, and future. The arcs are presented in that order, with each one comprised of three songs. The present describes the apex of a civilization, harnessing the promises forged upon the hopes and chaos of the past. Meanwhile, Voidthrone paints a grim outlook for the future, specifically calling out ‘an extinguished, lonely death of the physical, spiritual, and cognitive.’1 The lyrics throughout Dreaming Rat read like the demented ravings of a madman’s manifesto,2 and while I don’t think I could have divined the album’s overarching concept from them alone, reading them amplifies the bedlam Voidthrone has crafted on Dreaming Rat.

Writing music this lawless may seem haphazard, but over repeated listens, I’ve begun to glimpse the method to Dreaming Rat’s madness. Without question, everyone in Voidthrone earns their stripes. Ronald Foodsack’s guitars drench Dreaming Rat with warbling dissonance, perpetually in flux so that there’s never a riff or refrain to inhibit the music’s incessant lurch. Whether moving at frantic paces (“III-I. Surfing the Abyss”) or decelerating to a plodding crawl (“II-II. Morbid Seagull”), Ron’s six-stringed blitz never stalls. Additionally, Gavin Brooks contributes acoustic guitar and solos while manning the glorious fretless bass.3 Technical death metal has hogged the fretless bass for too long, and I’m glad Voidthrone has the stones to add it to disso metal’s tool chest. Tracks like “I-I. Bergen” and “II-I. Homeless Animal” showcase the character the instrument offers, bolstering the ever-shifting nature of Dreaming Rat. Drummer Josh Keifer grounds the band ably, locked into a supporting role that allows the other instruments to take center stage while he keeps things on the rails. Frolov’s feral vocals and the host of unconventional instruments further enrich Voidthrone’s distinctive identity, establishing what sounds like it could be the death throes of the universe.

What Voidthrone accomplishes with Dreaming Rat is fascinating and unique, and merits everyone’s attention. Sure, some songs could be trimmed to make such a scathing album a bit shorter and more palatable, and the three arcs could use some musical cues to distinguish songs thematically from one another, but Dreaming Rat is a crowning achievement for the band. Voidthrone’s psychedelic psychosis makes bold promises on paper and completely delivers in fact, and when I’m in the mood to get really weird with it, this will be the album I reach for.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

There’s a lot of weird shit floating around the metalsphere, and that includes Voidthrone’s newest addition, Dreaming Rat. The Seattle quartet has been kicking around for a decade, and in that time have released three prior platters of escalating lunacy. Without question, Dreaming Rat is Voidthrone’s most unhinged concoction to date, and a quick look at their Bandcamp credits gives prospective listeners a window into the alchemical ingredients they cook with, including Otamatone, conch shell, jaw harp, vibraslap, digeridoo, spoons, and a fretless bass. Throw in vocalist Zhenya Frolov’s deranged vocal stylings, and you’ve got yourself a bona fide manic expression of dissonant blackened death metal. With so many disparate components in Dreaming Rat’s stew, does Voidthrone soothe the savage beast or unleash a waking nightmare?

Listening to Dreaming Rat is a bit like experiencing an auditory fever dream, where disconnected fragments congeal into lurid, atonal anarchy. Voidthrone didn’t arrive at this sound overnight, though. Debut Spiritual War Tactics whipped and frothed with the restrained vitality of Krallice, and follow-up Kur added jazz-informed touches in the vein of Imperial Triumphant. Physical Degradation evolved Voidthrone’s sound, integrating more unconventional instrumentation and pushing the band’s songwriting past its comfort zone. On Dreaming Rat, Voidthrone takes the blueprint laid out on Physical Degradation and indiscriminately expands the range for strange. The result sees Frolov stretching his vocal performance into frenzied tirades, covering the gamut from Replicant’s vomitous barks to Sigh’s oddball deliveries. The instrumentation also gets exponentially wackier, as it conjures the rabid wrath of Pyrrhon along with the chaotic instincts of Afterbirth, resulting in an unpredictable romp to the end of the world.

At Dreaming Rat’s core, Voidthrone details the life and death of a solar system through bleak eras, segmenting the album into present, past, and future. The arcs are presented in that order, with each one comprised of three songs. The present describes the apex of a civilization, harnessing the promises forged upon the hopes and chaos of the past. Meanwhile, Voidthrone paints a grim outlook for the future, specifically calling out ‘an extinguished, lonely death of the physical, spiritual, and cognitive.’1 The lyrics throughout Dreaming Rat read like the demented ravings of a madman’s manifesto,2 and while I don’t think I could have divined the album’s overarching concept from them alone, reading them amplifies the bedlam Voidthrone has crafted on Dreaming Rat.

Writing music this lawless may seem haphazard, but over repeated listens, I’ve begun to glimpse the method to Dreaming Rat’s madness. Without question, everyone in Voidthrone earns their stripes. Ronald Foodsack’s guitars drench Dreaming Rat with warbling dissonance, perpetually in flux so that there’s never a riff or refrain to inhibit the music’s incessant lurch. Whether moving at frantic paces (“III-I. Surfing the Abyss”) or decelerating to a plodding crawl (“II-II. Morbid Seagull”), Ron’s six-stringed blitz never stalls. Additionally, Gavin Brooks contributes acoustic guitar and solos while manning the glorious fretless bass.3 Technical death metal has hogged the fretless bass for too long, and I’m glad Voidthrone has the stones to add it to disso metal’s tool chest. Tracks like “I-I. Bergen” and “II-I. Homeless Animal” showcase the character the instrument offers, bolstering the ever-shifting nature of Dreaming Rat. Drummer Josh Keifer grounds the band ably, locked into a supporting role that allows the other instruments to take center stage while he keeps things on the rails. Frolov’s feral vocals and the host of unconventional instruments further enrich Voidthrone’s distinctive identity, establishing what sounds like it could be the death throes of the universe.

What Voidthrone accomplishes with Dreaming Rat is fascinating and unique, and merits everyone’s attention. Sure, some songs could be trimmed to make such a scathing album a bit shorter and more palatable, and the three arcs could use some musical cues to distinguish songs thematically from one another, but Dreaming Rat is a crowning achievement for the band. Voidthrone’s psychedelic psychosis makes bold promises on paper and completely delivers in fact, and when I’m in the mood to get really weird with it, this will be the album I reach for.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

There’s a lot of weird shit floating around the metalsphere, and that includes Voidthrone’s newest addition, Dreaming Rat. The Seattle quartet has been kicking around for a decade, and in that time have released three prior platters of escalating lunacy. Without question, Dreaming Rat is Voidthrone’s most unhinged concoction to date, and a quick look at their Bandcamp credits gives prospective listeners a window into the alchemical ingredients they cook with, including Otamatone, conch shell, jaw harp, vibraslap, digeridoo, spoons, and a fretless bass. Throw in vocalist Zhenya Frolov’s deranged vocal stylings, and you’ve got yourself a bona fide manic expression of dissonant blackened death metal. With so many disparate components in Dreaming Rat’s stew, does Voidthrone soothe the savage beast or unleash a waking nightmare?

Listening to Dreaming Rat is a bit like experiencing an auditory fever dream, where disconnected fragments congeal into lurid, atonal anarchy. Voidthrone didn’t arrive at this sound overnight, though. Debut Spiritual War Tactics whipped and frothed with the restrained vitality of Krallice, and follow-up Kur added jazz-informed touches in the vein of Imperial Triumphant. Physical Degradation evolved Voidthrone’s sound, integrating more unconventional instrumentation and pushing the band’s songwriting past its comfort zone. On Dreaming Rat, Voidthrone takes the blueprint laid out on Physical Degradation and indiscriminately expands the range for strange. The result sees Frolov stretching his vocal performance into frenzied tirades, covering the gamut from Replicant’s vomitous barks to Sigh’s oddball deliveries. The instrumentation also gets exponentially wackier, as it conjures the rabid wrath of Pyrrhon along with the chaotic instincts of Afterbirth, resulting in an unpredictable romp to the end of the world.

At Dreaming Rat’s core, Voidthrone details the life and death of a solar system through bleak eras, segmenting the album into present, past, and future. The arcs are presented in that order, with each one comprised of three songs. The present describes the apex of a civilization, harnessing the promises forged upon the hopes and chaos of the past. Meanwhile, Voidthrone paints a grim outlook for the future, specifically calling out ‘an extinguished, lonely death of the physical, spiritual, and cognitive.’1 The lyrics throughout Dreaming Rat read like the demented ravings of a madman’s manifesto,2 and while I don’t think I could have divined the album’s overarching concept from them alone, reading them amplifies the bedlam Voidthrone has crafted on Dreaming Rat.

Writing music this lawless may seem haphazard, but over repeated listens, I’ve begun to glimpse the method to Dreaming Rat’s madness. Without question, everyone in Voidthrone earns their stripes. Ronald Foodsack’s guitars drench Dreaming Rat with warbling dissonance, perpetually in flux so that there’s never a riff or refrain to inhibit the music’s incessant lurch. Whether moving at frantic paces (“III-I. Surfing the Abyss”) or decelerating to a plodding crawl (“II-II. Morbid Seagull”), Ron’s six-stringed blitz never stalls. Additionally, Gavin Brooks contributes acoustic guitar and solos while manning the glorious fretless bass.3 Technical death metal has hogged the fretless bass for too long, and I’m glad Voidthrone has the stones to add it to disso metal’s tool chest. Tracks like “I-I. Bergen” and “II-I. Homeless Animal” showcase the character the instrument offers, bolstering the ever-shifting nature of Dreaming Rat. Drummer Josh Keifer grounds the band ably, locked into a supporting role that allows the other instruments to take center stage while he keeps things on the rails. Frolov’s feral vocals and the host of unconventional instruments further enrich Voidthrone’s distinctive identity, establishing what sounds like it could be the death throes of the universe.

What Voidthrone accomplishes with Dreaming Rat is fascinating and unique, and merits everyone’s attention. Sure, some songs could be trimmed to make such a scathing album a bit shorter and more palatable, and the three arcs could use some musical cues to distinguish songs thematically from one another, but Dreaming Rat is a crowning achievement for the band. Voidthrone’s psychedelic psychosis makes bold promises on paper and completely delivers in fact, and when I’m in the mood to get really weird with it, this will be the album I reach for.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

There’s a lot of weird shit floating around the metalsphere, and that includes Voidthrone’s newest addition, Dreaming Rat. The Seattle quartet has been kicking around for a decade, and in that time have released three prior platters of escalating lunacy. Without question, Dreaming Rat is Voidthrone’s most unhinged concoction to date, and a quick look at their Bandcamp credits gives prospective listeners a window into the alchemical ingredients they cook with, including Otamatone, conch shell, jaw harp, vibraslap, digeridoo, spoons, and a fretless bass. Throw in vocalist Zhenya Frolov’s deranged vocal stylings, and you’ve got yourself a bona fide manic expression of dissonant blackened death metal. With so many disparate components in Dreaming Rat’s stew, does Voidthrone soothe the savage beast or unleash a waking nightmare?

Listening to Dreaming Rat is a bit like experiencing an auditory fever dream, where disconnected fragments congeal into lurid, atonal anarchy. Voidthrone didn’t arrive at this sound overnight, though. Debut Spiritual War Tactics whipped and frothed with the restrained vitality of Krallice, and follow-up Kur added jazz-informed touches in the vein of Imperial Triumphant. Physical Degradation evolved Voidthrone’s sound, integrating more unconventional instrumentation and pushing the band’s songwriting past its comfort zone. On Dreaming Rat, Voidthrone takes the blueprint laid out on Physical Degradation and indiscriminately expands the range for strange. The result sees Frolov stretching his vocal performance into frenzied tirades, covering the gamut from Replicant’s vomitous barks to Sigh’s oddball deliveries. The instrumentation also gets exponentially wackier, as it conjures the rabid wrath of Pyrrhon along with the chaotic instincts of Afterbirth, resulting in an unpredictable romp to the end of the world.

At Dreaming Rat’s core, Voidthrone details the life and death of a solar system through bleak eras, segmenting the album into present, past, and future. The arcs are presented in that order, with each one comprised of three songs. The present describes the apex of a civilization, harnessing the promises forged upon the hopes and chaos of the past. Meanwhile, Voidthrone paints a grim outlook for the future, specifically calling out ‘an extinguished, lonely death of the physical, spiritual, and cognitive.’1 The lyrics throughout Dreaming Rat read like the demented ravings of a madman’s manifesto,2 and while I don’t think I could have divined the album’s overarching concept from them alone, reading them amplifies the bedlam Voidthrone has crafted on Dreaming Rat.

Writing music this lawless may seem haphazard, but over repeated listens, I’ve begun to glimpse the method to Dreaming Rat’s madness. Without question, everyone in Voidthrone earns their stripes. Ronald Foodsack’s guitars drench Dreaming Rat with warbling dissonance, perpetually in flux so that there’s never a riff or refrain to inhibit the music’s incessant lurch. Whether moving at frantic paces (“III-I. Surfing the Abyss”) or decelerating to a plodding crawl (“II-II. Morbid Seagull”), Ron’s six-stringed blitz never stalls. Additionally, Gavin Brooks contributes acoustic guitar and solos while manning the glorious fretless bass.3 Technical death metal has hogged the fretless bass for too long, and I’m glad Voidthrone has the stones to add it to disso metal’s tool chest. Tracks like “I-I. Bergen” and “II-I. Homeless Animal” showcase the character the instrument offers, bolstering the ever-shifting nature of Dreaming Rat. Drummer Josh Keifer grounds the band ably, locked into a supporting role that allows the other instruments to take center stage while he keeps things on the rails. Frolov’s feral vocals and the host of unconventional instruments further enrich Voidthrone’s distinctive identity, establishing what sounds like it could be the death throes of the universe.

What Voidthrone accomplishes with Dreaming Rat is fascinating and unique, and merits everyone’s attention. Sure, some songs could be trimmed to make such a scathing album a bit shorter and more palatable, and the three arcs could use some musical cues to distinguish songs thematically from one another, but Dreaming Rat is a crowning achievement for the band. Voidthrone’s psychedelic psychosis makes bold promises on paper and completely delivers in fact, and when I’m in the mood to get really weird with it, this will be the album I reach for.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

For #ThursDeath:

#Growth: Under the Under

https://growthmusic.bandcamp.com/album/under-the-under

https://tidal.com/album/481650669

#ProgessiveDeathMetal

FFO #Cemetery #Replicant #Ulcerate

For #ThursDeath:

#Growth: Under the Under

https://growthmusic.bandcamp.com/album/under-the-under

https://tidal.com/album/481650669

#ProgessiveDeathMetal

FFO #Cemetery #Replicant #Ulcerate

For #ThursDeath:

#Growth: Under the Under

https://growthmusic.bandcamp.com/album/under-the-under

https://tidal.com/album/481650669

#ProgessiveDeathMetal

FFO #Cemetery #Replicant #Ulcerate

For #ThursDeath:

#Growth: Under the Under

https://growthmusic.bandcamp.com/album/under-the-under

https://tidal.com/album/481650669

#ProgessiveDeathMetal

FFO #Cemetery #Replicant #Ulcerate

For #ThursDeath:

#Growth: Under the Under

https://growthmusic.bandcamp.com/album/under-the-under

https://tidal.com/album/481650669

#ProgessiveDeathMetal

FFO #Cemetery #Replicant #Ulcerate

ARTIFICIAL HUMANS - VOLUME 05

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ARTIFICIAL HUMANS - VOLUME 04

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ARTIFICIAL HUMANS - VOLUME 03

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Sent by a friend in private email: that time someone administered the Voigt-Kampff test on Judith Collins on Twitter. See, it can be done on politicians here. And yes, the lack of empathy does suggest a replicant. Maybe a Nexus 3. #BladeRunner #replicant #SkinJob

Sent by a friend in private email: that time someone administered the Voigt-Kampff test on Judith Collins on Twitter. See, it can be done on politicians here. And yes, the lack of empathy does suggest a replicant. Maybe a Nexus 3. #BladeRunner #replicant #SkinJob

Sent by a friend in private email: that time someone administered the Voigt-Kampff test on Judith Collins on Twitter. See, it can be done on politicians here. And yes, the lack of empathy does suggest a replicant. Maybe a Nexus 3. #BladeRunner #replicant #SkinJob

Sent by a friend in private email: that time someone administered the Voigt-Kampff test on Judith Collins on Twitter. See, it can be done on politicians here. And yes, the lack of empathy does suggest a replicant. Maybe a Nexus 3. #BladeRunner #replicant #SkinJob

Sent by a friend in private email: that time someone administered the Voigt-Kampff test on Judith Collins on Twitter. See, it can be done on politicians here. And yes, the lack of empathy does suggest a replicant. Maybe a Nexus 3. #BladeRunner #replicant #SkinJob

ARTIFICIAL HUMANS - VOLUME 02

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ARTIFICIAL HUMANS - VOLUME 01

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@codepo8
> Keep Android Open

Some folks working to make it freedom-respecting too, for about 15 years so far;

https://replicant.us/

#MobileOS #Android #Replicant

@paw

Having missed the #FSF 40 anniversary live stream, all we can find out about #Librephone is

'Librephone is a new initiative by the FSF to bring full computing freedom to mobile computing environments. The LibrePhone Project is a partnership with Rob Savoye, a developer who has worked on free software (including the GNU toolchain) since the 1980s. "Since mobile phone computing is now so ubiquitous, we're very excited about LibrePhone and think it has the potential to bring software freedom to many more users all over the world."'

... which is not much. Given previous efforts, and the fact F-Droid was also represented, this is very likely to be some kind of #Replicant https://replicant.us/ reboot, which (for obvious reasons) saddens me a bit.

Edit: See @eliasr's post below. It's highly likely my speculation was totally off.

Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy.…
#NewsBeep #News #Music #2.5 #20BuckSpin #2025 #AmericanMetal #Asphyx #Autopsy #CA #Canada #CascadingMisery #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Entertainment #Incantation #Replicant #review #reviews #RitualMass #Sep25
https://www.newsbeep.com/ca/138655/

Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

By Kenstrosity

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy. Or Asphyx. Or any number of other acts in between. But not many of them choose “Christian Mysticism” as their primary theme. Here enters Pittsburg death doom upstarts Ritual Mass, primed to unleash their debut slab of biblical horrors Cascading Misery upon this God-fearing world. One can only wonder what fresh Hell this tome holds.

Thankfully, I know what fresh hell this holds, and it is nasty. With serrated tones and a cavernous boom, Cascading Misery reeks of the same rotted death Incantation made a sensation, doomed and dour in pace and attitude. Yet, it is monstrous, bloodthirsty, and quintessentially evil at the same time, in the same way Replicant often is (“Frozen Marrow”). In six songs spread across 40 minutes, Cascading Misery portrays Ritual Mass as a capable, confident purveyor of anguish trained in the ways of olde death, twisted by the corrupted lore of hellish origin. A lack of distinct identity holds them back, though, as much of this material feels and sounds all too deeply rooted in methods and modes trademarked by the aforementioned legendary acts. Maybe this lands Ritual Mass into the worshipping class of modern revivals, but there’s much potential here for growth and distinction as they develop their sound further.

Much of this potential lies in funereal closer “Disquiet” and blistering tear “Cascading Misery.” In the former—a 14 minute epic of glacial, stripped down doom book-ended by vicious death freakouts—Ritual Mass showcase an unexpected tenderness that belies the violence of the beast that raged relentlessly for 30 minutes prior. This tenderness brings in a new voice, an unexpected dynamic that pulls me into a deep void of sorrow, a kind of sorrow that changes my entire perception of what this record seemed to be up to that point. Consequently, when it breaks in the third quarter into a desperate, screeching howl, I’m not stricken with fear and terror. I’m instead flooded with sympathy and a desire to hold close this wounded creature before me. On the opposite side of the same coin, “Cascading Misery” shreds through flesh, bone, and gristle with a maddened fervor, mercilessly terrorizing everyone and destroying everything around it. A ferocious spirit possesses that track, one that nobody on Earth or in any afterlife could ever hope to quell or heal.

This duality roiling within a single tortured entity is the core of Cascading Misery to these ears, and it’s what Ritual Mass needs to capitalize on further in order to stand out in a crowded musical space. Outside of an outstanding drum performance that routinely elevates every moment of Cascading Misery, it simply takes too long for this debut to showcase something remarkable. The first three tracks lack distinguishing characteristics, both from the cavernous genre that they occupy and within the microcosm of the record itself. Generic riffs, monotonous song structures, and relatively dull doom passages conspire to undermine those great ideas and ample substance contained inside Cascading Misery’s strongest material. This, ultimately, is an issue of consistency. In many ways, Cascading Misery is a perfectly competent, even good record based solely on what’s offered in the first half. However, in light of the presence and clever creativity that characterizes the second half, that perfect competence doesn’t feel so perfect anymore. Instead, it feels like more than just a few missed opportunities.

All things taken into account, Cascading Misery is difficult to rate. On the one hand, Ritual Mass offers a nasty slab of doomed death that deviates modestly, but still notably, away from the stereotypical subject matter. On the other, they don’t take full advantage of their creative juices, choosing to saturate the second half with killer ideas and leaving the first half a bit malnourished. The optimist in me believes wholeheartedly that this only means Ritual Mass left plenty of room for them to grow for their sophomore effort. Let us pray that this turns out to be the case!

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Website: ritualmass.bandcamp.com/music
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#25 #20BuckSpin #2025 #AmericanMetal #Asphyx #Autopsy #CascadingMisery #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Incantation #Replicant #Review #Reviews #RitualMass #Sep25

Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

By Kenstrosity

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy. Or Asphyx. Or any number of other acts in between. But not many of them choose “Christian Mysticism” as their primary theme. Here enters Pittsburg death doom upstarts Ritual Mass, primed to unleash their debut slab of biblical horrors Cascading Misery upon this God-fearing world. One can only wonder what fresh Hell this tome holds.

Thankfully, I know what fresh hell this holds, and it is nasty. With serrated tones and a cavernous boom, Cascading Misery reeks of the same rotted death Incantation made a sensation, doomed and dour in pace and attitude. Yet, it is monstrous, bloodthirsty, and quintessentially evil at the same time, in the same way Replicant often is (“Frozen Marrow”). In six songs spread across 40 minutes, Cascading Misery portrays Ritual Mass as a capable, confident purveyor of anguish trained in the ways of olde death, twisted by the corrupted lore of hellish origin. A lack of distinct identity holds them back, though, as much of this material feels and sounds all too deeply rooted in methods and modes trademarked by the aforementioned legendary acts. Maybe this lands Ritual Mass into the worshipping class of modern revivals, but there’s much potential here for growth and distinction as they develop their sound further.

Much of this potential lies in funereal closer “Disquiet” and blistering tear “Cascading Misery.” In the former—a 14 minute epic of glacial, stripped down doom book-ended by vicious death freakouts—Ritual Mass showcase an unexpected tenderness that belies the violence of the beast that raged relentlessly for 30 minutes prior. This tenderness brings in a new voice, an unexpected dynamic that pulls me into a deep void of sorrow, a kind of sorrow that changes my entire perception of what this record seemed to be up to that point. Consequently, when it breaks in the third quarter into a desperate, screeching howl, I’m not stricken with fear and terror. I’m instead flooded with sympathy and a desire to hold close this wounded creature before me. On the opposite side of the same coin, “Cascading Misery” shreds through flesh, bone, and gristle with a maddened fervor, mercilessly terrorizing everyone and destroying everything around it. A ferocious spirit possesses that track, one that nobody on Earth or in any afterlife could ever hope to quell or heal.

This duality roiling within a single tortured entity is the core of Cascading Misery to these ears, and it’s what Ritual Mass needs to capitalize on further in order to stand out in a crowded musical space. Outside of an outstanding drum performance that routinely elevates every moment of Cascading Misery, it simply takes too long for this debut to showcase something remarkable. The first three tracks lack distinguishing characteristics, both from the cavernous genre that they occupy and within the microcosm of the record itself. Generic riffs, monotonous song structures, and relatively dull doom passages conspire to undermine those great ideas and ample substance contained inside Cascading Misery’s strongest material. This, ultimately, is an issue of consistency. In many ways, Cascading Misery is a perfectly competent, even good record based solely on what’s offered in the first half. However, in light of the presence and clever creativity that characterizes the second half, that perfect competence doesn’t feel so perfect anymore. Instead, it feels like more than just a few missed opportunities.

All things taken into account, Cascading Misery is difficult to rate. On the one hand, Ritual Mass offers a nasty slab of doomed death that deviates modestly, but still notably, away from the stereotypical subject matter. On the other, they don’t take full advantage of their creative juices, choosing to saturate the second half with killer ideas and leaving the first half a bit malnourished. The optimist in me believes wholeheartedly that this only means Ritual Mass left plenty of room for them to grow for their sophomore effort. Let us pray that this turns out to be the case!

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Website: ritualmass.bandcamp.com/music
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#25 #20BuckSpin #2025 #AmericanMetal #Asphyx #Autopsy #CascadingMisery #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Incantation #Replicant #Review #Reviews #RitualMass #Sep25

Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

By Kenstrosity

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy. Or Asphyx. Or any number of other acts in between. But not many of them choose “Christian Mysticism” as their primary theme. Here enters Pittsburg death doom upstarts Ritual Mass, primed to unleash their debut slab of biblical horrors Cascading Misery upon this God-fearing world. One can only wonder what fresh Hell this tome holds.

Thankfully, I know what fresh hell this holds, and it is nasty. With serrated tones and a cavernous boom, Cascading Misery reeks of the same rotted death Incantation made a sensation, doomed and dour in pace and attitude. Yet, it is monstrous, bloodthirsty, and quintessentially evil at the same time, in the same way Replicant often is (“Frozen Marrow”). In six songs spread across 40 minutes, Cascading Misery portrays Ritual Mass as a capable, confident purveyor of anguish trained in the ways of olde death, twisted by the corrupted lore of hellish origin. A lack of distinct identity holds them back, though, as much of this material feels and sounds all too deeply rooted in methods and modes trademarked by the aforementioned legendary acts. Maybe this lands Ritual Mass into the worshipping class of modern revivals, but there’s much potential here for growth and distinction as they develop their sound further.

Much of this potential lies in funereal closer “Disquiet” and blistering tear “Cascading Misery.” In the former—a 14 minute epic of glacial, stripped down doom book-ended by vicious death freakouts—Ritual Mass showcase an unexpected tenderness that belies the violence of the beast that raged relentlessly for 30 minutes prior. This tenderness brings in a new voice, an unexpected dynamic that pulls me into a deep void of sorrow, a kind of sorrow that changes my entire perception of what this record seemed to be up to that point. Consequently, when it breaks in the third quarter into a desperate, screeching howl, I’m not stricken with fear and terror. I’m instead flooded with sympathy and a desire to hold close this wounded creature before me. On the opposite side of the same coin, “Cascading Misery” shreds through flesh, bone, and gristle with a maddened fervor, mercilessly terrorizing everyone and destroying everything around it. A ferocious spirit possesses that track, one that nobody on Earth or in any afterlife could ever hope to quell or heal.

This duality roiling within a single tortured entity is the core of Cascading Misery to these ears, and it’s what Ritual Mass needs to capitalize on further in order to stand out in a crowded musical space. Outside of an outstanding drum performance that routinely elevates every moment of Cascading Misery, it simply takes too long for this debut to showcase something remarkable. The first three tracks lack distinguishing characteristics, both from the cavernous genre that they occupy and within the microcosm of the record itself. Generic riffs, monotonous song structures, and relatively dull doom passages conspire to undermine those great ideas and ample substance contained inside Cascading Misery’s strongest material. This, ultimately, is an issue of consistency. In many ways, Cascading Misery is a perfectly competent, even good record based solely on what’s offered in the first half. However, in light of the presence and clever creativity that characterizes the second half, that perfect competence doesn’t feel so perfect anymore. Instead, it feels like more than just a few missed opportunities.

All things taken into account, Cascading Misery is difficult to rate. On the one hand, Ritual Mass offers a nasty slab of doomed death that deviates modestly, but still notably, away from the stereotypical subject matter. On the other, they don’t take full advantage of their creative juices, choosing to saturate the second half with killer ideas and leaving the first half a bit malnourished. The optimist in me believes wholeheartedly that this only means Ritual Mass left plenty of room for them to grow for their sophomore effort. Let us pray that this turns out to be the case!

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Website: ritualmass.bandcamp.com/music
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#25 #20BuckSpin #2025 #AmericanMetal #Asphyx #Autopsy #CascadingMisery #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Incantation #Replicant #Review #Reviews #RitualMass #Sep25

Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

By Kenstrosity

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy. Or Asphyx. Or any number of other acts in between. But not many of them choose “Christian Mysticism” as their primary theme. Here enters Pittsburg death doom upstarts Ritual Mass, primed to unleash their debut slab of biblical horrors Cascading Misery upon this God-fearing world. One can only wonder what fresh Hell this tome holds.

Thankfully, I know what fresh hell this holds, and it is nasty. With serrated tones and a cavernous boom, Cascading Misery reeks of the same rotted death Incantation made a sensation, doomed and dour in pace and attitude. Yet, it is monstrous, bloodthirsty, and quintessentially evil at the same time, in the same way Replicant often is (“Frozen Marrow”). In six songs spread across 40 minutes, Cascading Misery portrays Ritual Mass as a capable, confident purveyor of anguish trained in the ways of olde death, twisted by the corrupted lore of hellish origin. A lack of distinct identity holds them back, though, as much of this material feels and sounds all too deeply rooted in methods and modes trademarked by the aforementioned legendary acts. Maybe this lands Ritual Mass into the worshipping class of modern revivals, but there’s much potential here for growth and distinction as they develop their sound further.

Much of this potential lies in funereal closer “Disquiet” and blistering tear “Cascading Misery.” In the former—a 14 minute epic of glacial, stripped down doom book-ended by vicious death freakouts—Ritual Mass showcase an unexpected tenderness that belies the violence of the beast that raged relentlessly for 30 minutes prior. This tenderness brings in a new voice, an unexpected dynamic that pulls me into a deep void of sorrow, a kind of sorrow that changes my entire perception of what this record seemed to be up to that point. Consequently, when it breaks in the third quarter into a desperate, screeching howl, I’m not stricken with fear and terror. I’m instead flooded with sympathy and a desire to hold close this wounded creature before me. On the opposite side of the same coin, “Cascading Misery” shreds through flesh, bone, and gristle with a maddened fervor, mercilessly terrorizing everyone and destroying everything around it. A ferocious spirit possesses that track, one that nobody on Earth or in any afterlife could ever hope to quell or heal.

This duality roiling within a single tortured entity is the core of Cascading Misery to these ears, and it’s what Ritual Mass needs to capitalize on further in order to stand out in a crowded musical space. Outside of an outstanding drum performance that routinely elevates every moment of Cascading Misery, it simply takes too long for this debut to showcase something remarkable. The first three tracks lack distinguishing characteristics, both from the cavernous genre that they occupy and within the microcosm of the record itself. Generic riffs, monotonous song structures, and relatively dull doom passages conspire to undermine those great ideas and ample substance contained inside Cascading Misery’s strongest material. This, ultimately, is an issue of consistency. In many ways, Cascading Misery is a perfectly competent, even good record based solely on what’s offered in the first half. However, in light of the presence and clever creativity that characterizes the second half, that perfect competence doesn’t feel so perfect anymore. Instead, it feels like more than just a few missed opportunities.

All things taken into account, Cascading Misery is difficult to rate. On the one hand, Ritual Mass offers a nasty slab of doomed death that deviates modestly, but still notably, away from the stereotypical subject matter. On the other, they don’t take full advantage of their creative juices, choosing to saturate the second half with killer ideas and leaving the first half a bit malnourished. The optimist in me believes wholeheartedly that this only means Ritual Mass left plenty of room for them to grow for their sophomore effort. Let us pray that this turns out to be the case!

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Website: ritualmass.bandcamp.com/music
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#25 #20BuckSpin #2025 #AmericanMetal #Asphyx #Autopsy #CascadingMisery #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Incantation #Replicant #Review #Reviews #RitualMass #Sep25

Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

By Kenstrosity

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy. Or Asphyx. Or any number of other acts in between. But not many of them choose “Christian Mysticism” as their primary theme. Here enters Pittsburg death doom upstarts Ritual Mass, primed to unleash their debut slab of biblical horrors Cascading Misery upon this God-fearing world. One can only wonder what fresh Hell this tome holds.

Thankfully, I know what fresh hell this holds, and it is nasty. With serrated tones and a cavernous boom, Cascading Misery reeks of the same rotted death Incantation made a sensation, doomed and dour in pace and attitude. Yet, it is monstrous, bloodthirsty, and quintessentially evil at the same time, in the same way Replicant often is (“Frozen Marrow”). In six songs spread across 40 minutes, Cascading Misery portrays Ritual Mass as a capable, confident purveyor of anguish trained in the ways of olde death, twisted by the corrupted lore of hellish origin. A lack of distinct identity holds them back, though, as much of this material feels and sounds all too deeply rooted in methods and modes trademarked by the aforementioned legendary acts. Maybe this lands Ritual Mass into the worshipping class of modern revivals, but there’s much potential here for growth and distinction as they develop their sound further.

Much of this potential lies in funereal closer “Disquiet” and blistering tear “Cascading Misery.” In the former—a 14 minute epic of glacial, stripped down doom book-ended by vicious death freakouts—Ritual Mass showcase an unexpected tenderness that belies the violence of the beast that raged relentlessly for 30 minutes prior. This tenderness brings in a new voice, an unexpected dynamic that pulls me into a deep void of sorrow, a kind of sorrow that changes my entire perception of what this record seemed to be up to that point. Consequently, when it breaks in the third quarter into a desperate, screeching howl, I’m not stricken with fear and terror. I’m instead flooded with sympathy and a desire to hold close this wounded creature before me. On the opposite side of the same coin, “Cascading Misery” shreds through flesh, bone, and gristle with a maddened fervor, mercilessly terrorizing everyone and destroying everything around it. A ferocious spirit possesses that track, one that nobody on Earth or in any afterlife could ever hope to quell or heal.

This duality roiling within a single tortured entity is the core of Cascading Misery to these ears, and it’s what Ritual Mass needs to capitalize on further in order to stand out in a crowded musical space. Outside of an outstanding drum performance that routinely elevates every moment of Cascading Misery, it simply takes too long for this debut to showcase something remarkable. The first three tracks lack distinguishing characteristics, both from the cavernous genre that they occupy and within the microcosm of the record itself. Generic riffs, monotonous song structures, and relatively dull doom passages conspire to undermine those great ideas and ample substance contained inside Cascading Misery’s strongest material. This, ultimately, is an issue of consistency. In many ways, Cascading Misery is a perfectly competent, even good record based solely on what’s offered in the first half. However, in light of the presence and clever creativity that characterizes the second half, that perfect competence doesn’t feel so perfect anymore. Instead, it feels like more than just a few missed opportunities.

All things taken into account, Cascading Misery is difficult to rate. On the one hand, Ritual Mass offers a nasty slab of doomed death that deviates modestly, but still notably, away from the stereotypical subject matter. On the other, they don’t take full advantage of their creative juices, choosing to saturate the second half with killer ideas and leaving the first half a bit malnourished. The optimist in me believes wholeheartedly that this only means Ritual Mass left plenty of room for them to grow for their sophomore effort. Let us pray that this turns out to be the case!

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Website: ritualmass.bandcamp.com/music
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#25 #20BuckSpin #2025 #AmericanMetal #Asphyx #Autopsy #CascadingMisery #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Incantation #Replicant #Review #Reviews #RitualMass #Sep25

Time to die (2025)
Acrylic paint on stretched canvas, 70 x 100 cm.

#roybatty #rutgerhauer #bladerunner #replicant #art #painting #scifi #liketearsinrain

It's been a good day:
- #Gardening. Dug up a dead bush in the front and planted Salvia. I hope it survives the full sun and occasional dryness. Also the ticks are out in force!
- Worked through exercises with #Clojure #Replicant (https://replicant.fun) and #hiccup. Ordered another Manning book 🙄
- Did the NYT puzzles.
- Walked ~8km on the #railtrail with a friend

It's been a good day:
- #Gardening. Dug up a dead bush in the front and planted Salvia. I hope it survives the full sun and occasional dryness. Also the ticks are out in force!
- Worked through exercises with #Clojure #Replicant (https://replicant.fun) and #hiccup. Ordered another Manning book 🙄
- Did the NYT puzzles.
- Walked ~8km on the #railtrail with a friend

It's been a good day:
- #Gardening. Dug up a dead bush in the front and planted Salvia. I hope it survives the full sun and occasional dryness. Also the ticks are out in force!
- Worked through exercises with #Clojure #Replicant (https://replicant.fun) and #hiccup. Ordered another Manning book 🙄
- Did the NYT puzzles.
- Walked ~8km on the #railtrail with a friend

It's been a good day:
- #Gardening. Dug up a dead bush in the front and planted Salvia. I hope it survives the full sun and occasional dryness. Also the ticks are out in force!
- Worked through exercises with #Clojure #Replicant (https://replicant.fun) and #hiccup. Ordered another Manning book 🙄
- Did the NYT puzzles.
- Walked ~8km on the #railtrail with a friend

It's been a good day:
- #Gardening. Dug up a dead bush in the front and planted Salvia. I hope it survives the full sun and occasional dryness. Also the ticks are out in force!
- Worked through exercises with #Clojure #Replicant (https://replicant.fun) and #hiccup. Ordered another Manning book 🙄
- Did the NYT puzzles.
- Walked ~8km on the #railtrail with a friend

Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review

By Owlswald

Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.

Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.

Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.

For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.

Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate

Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review

By Owlswald

Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.

Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.

Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.

For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.

Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate

Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review

By Owlswald

Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.

Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.

Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.

For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.

Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate

Supreme Void – Towards Oblivion Review

By Owlswald

Relative newcomers Supreme Void began their journey as Depravity in 2016, releasing a couple of EPs over a five-year period, culminating with 2021’s End of Games. The EP delivered a familiar slab of Polish death metal, packed with the aggression, technicality, and power that flagbearers like Behemoth and Hate have long championed. Presumably realizing the existence of numerous other bands named Depravity, the trio changed their name to Supreme Void in 2023, coinciding with their signing to French label Dolorem Records, who then re-released End of Games under the new moniker. Now, Supreme Void’s debut full-length, Towards Oblivion, aims to fuse the brutal, fast and specialized Polish sound with the dissonant and stylish tendencies of the likes of Ulcerate and Gorguts—a conceptually intriguing and ambitious endeavor that tests Supreme Void’s ability to carve out their own niche within a formidable death metal landscape.

Like a murkier Hate colliding with the ominous atmosphere of Ulcerate and groovier ambitions of Replicant, Towards Oblivion oscillates between crushing weight and morose, undulating passages. Strategically placed starts, stops, and tempo changes enhance Supreme Void’s varying moods and textures as eight-string guitar provides conquering low-end and drums pummel everything into dust with devastating precision. Exile’s monstrous roars blanket Supreme Void’s underlying chaos with a thick layer of demonic miasma while the grim rumble of bass rounds out the trio’s vast and immersive sound. Opener “Remnants of Hope” is a fitting representation of what to expect on Towards Oblivion with Ravager’s cacophonous arpeggiations, blazing tremolos, and mammoth chugs shifting and writhing with Cyklon’s syncopated eruptions and Exile’s massive roars. Benefiting once again from excellent production, Supreme Void crafts a dissonant and heavy soundscape marked by writhing tension.

Supreme Void’s powerful guitar-drum attack drives Towards Oblivion’s sinister manifestation with colossal might, binding twists, turns, and jolts into an intense and turbulent auditory assault. Tracks like “Sustained by Malice” and “Eclipse of the Exalted” contrast storms of discordant chords, thrashy riffs, and machine-like rhythms with trudging grooves, enigmatic hooks, and dark atmospheric transitions that are off-kilter but also captivating. Tasteful solos (“Embrace Extinction,” “Dissolution of Power,” “Repulse Manifesto”) showcase both technical skill and emotional vision while Meshuggah-esque drawls and plodding hits drag you further into the abyss. Cyklon’s drumming is outstanding—his menacing blasts and kicks melding with darting tempos, grooving transitions, and flickering cymbal flares augment Exile and Ravager’s swirling arpeggiated dissensions and percussive shredding. Unleashing terror, Exile’s growls saturate everything with an ardent layer of filth, effortlessly tearing through the instrumental mass. The production enhances everything, granting the material the necessary space to exude its qualities while allowing each piece of Supreme Void’s sonic onslaught to shine through with refreshing clarity.

For all of Supreme Void’s merits, Towards Oblivion is sometimes challenged by a sense of imbalance across its thirty-eight-minute runtime. “Repulse Manifesto” follows a less compelling arc as “Dissolution of Power” or “Remnants of Hope,” for example, which fully realize Supreme Void’s immersive qualities. Beginning with a subdued militaristic-like primer that feels like it should be a separate interlude, the track takes too long to develop before surging into its more convincing second half. While this hints at Supreme Void’s ability to command a “slow burn” style of songwriting, the execution is awkward and affects the song’s course. Additionally, closer “Embrace Extinction” lacks the same memorable hooks as Towards Oblivion’s stronger compositions, and “Eclipse of the Exalted” feels a bit overlong, largely due to the song’s cyclical back end.

Despite these stumbles, however, Towards Oblivion finds Supreme Void delivering a strong debut that effectively merges the ferocious sounds of Polish death metal with the dark, ominous tones of today’s disso-death scene. The young trio’s dynamic interplay of crushing heaviness, shifting tempos, maddening dissonance, and technical skill—particularly the one-two punch of the guitars and drums—is enveloping and will appeal to fans across the ever-widening death metal spectrum. Although Towards Oblivion occasionally trips at asserting its vigor, Supreme Void’s clear command of aural intensity, coupled with their ambition, serves as a gateway for them to rip open the abyss with reckless abandon in the future. I, for one, will be eagerly waiting to venture into the void again.

Rating: Good!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Dolorem Records | Bandcamp
Websites: supremevoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/supremevoid
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Apr25 #Behemoth #DeathMetal #Depravity #DissonantDeathMetal #DoloremRecords #Gorguts #Hate #Meshuggah #PolishMetal #ProgressiveDeath #Replicant #Review #Reviews #SupremeVoid #TowardsOblivion #Ulcerate

The Willowtip Files: Kalibas – Product of Hard Living

By Saunders

Pennsylvania-based independent label Willowtip Records was established by Jason Tipton in the late ’90s. From humble beginnings, the label has stood the test of time, becoming one of the most respected and highly regarded record labels in the extreme metal scene. It takes something special to create a label with a consistently unfuckwithable roster of quality, innovative artists while retaining long-term integrity and durability. Willowtip is the self-proclaimed forward-thinking label, releasing a slew of modern classics and top-shelf albums that may have a lower profile but are more than worth your while.

This feature focuses on a pivotal early period in the label’s history that had a huge impact on my own extreme metal tastes. As such, I am highlighting some outstanding albums released by Willowtip between 2001-2006. Some are lesser-known; however, I will argue are must-listen releases from the label’s early golden era. I will skip over a couple of particularly pivotal albums from the period more suited for Yer Metal Is Olde honors; otherwise, it’s open slather. Welcome to the Willowtip Files.

Off the back of an especially gnarly, high-quality year for death metal of experimental, dissonant, and abrasive varieties, what better time to venture back into the vault of The Willowtip Files? The subject of this latest edition is none other than now-defunct New York tech-deathgrind powerhouse Kalibas and their intelligent and violently unhinged debut LP, Product of Hard Living, released way back in 2002. Reflected in the inspirational timeline of this feature’s focus, these were productive early years in the label’s storied history. However, through the passage of time, certain underground gems can be overlooked and fall into obscurity, despite being inspired albums of the time. Particularly suited to listeners who got on board with the latest albums from the likes of Pyrrhon and Replicant, those who enjoy the grindier, techier, and dissonant styles of death metal may find something to dig here. Kalibas stood out as a unique force to be reckoned with.

Featuring a talented cast of metal musicians and ex-members of bands including Lethargy, As the World Burns, and Agiel, Kalibas had a short but potent career as underground anarchists armed with a belligerent, serrated collection of weaponry, where tech, grind, disso-death and hardcore collide in ugly, challenging yet deceptively infectious ways. The choppy, technical, and challenging music within the Kalibas experience retains cohesion through the controlled chaos. Although far from accessible, the raw, yet well-defined and punchy production, coupled with the band’s penchant for unleashing jagged, deceptively catchy riffs and curb-stomping grooves, graft a surprisingly catchy edge to the album’s sneakily addictive streak. Of course, the album is devoid of more conventional songwriting structures and traditional songcraft. However, regular exhibits of deranged, infectiously riffy madness on grind-driven delights like the wickedly unhinged “All of Japa,” or swaggering grooves and drop-on-a-dime time changes and dynamic shifts of closer “Reroute the Foul” to drag you back for more.

Elsewhere, opener “Smells Like Menopause” hits like a sledgehammer upside the skull, leveraging blasty pummels, grindy screams and propulsive rhythms, with knuckle-dragging grooves and sharp technicality. Product of Hard Living is a clever, intricate beast that adroitly interlocks its brainy, dynamic songwriting and harsher escapades with the right amount of down-and-dirty deathgrind nastiness. Careening through filth-riden and tactful shifts, from thrashy deathgrind salvos and brain-scrambling attacks (“Floating in Concrete,” “Take the Plunge”), to noisy, sludge-riden hardcore rumbles (‘Rundown”) and ample terrain covered between, it’s an album chock-full of unpredictable twists. Product of Hard Living just breaks the thirty-minute barrier, and like similar extreme albums of its ilk, forms a near-perfect runtime to digest the abrasive shards of extremity and unconventional songwriting approach. without completely overwhelming the senses.

Product of Hard Living twists, contorts, and hurtles forth in a myriad of strange and artistic directions within the harsh paradigms of the extreme metal lens. Undeniably brutal, Kalibas’ debut album remains an underrated jewel in the early Willowtip canon, skillfully integrating harsh dissonance, abrasive textures, aggro intensity, and bone rattling grooves into intelligently constructed arrangements, featuring a fiercely inventive, oddly infectious songwriting streak. A challenging, though deeply rewarding listen.

#Agiel #AmericanMetal #AsTheWorldBurns #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Kalibas #Lethargy #ProductOfHardLiving #Pyrrhon #Replicant #Review #Reviews #TechMetal #TheWillowtipFiles #WillowtipRecords

The Willowtip Files: Kalibas – Product of Hard Living

By Saunders

Pennsylvania-based independent label Willowtip Records was established by Jason Tipton in the late ’90s. From humble beginnings, the label has stood the test of time, becoming one of the most respected and highly regarded record labels in the extreme metal scene. It takes something special to create a label with a consistently unfuckwithable roster of quality, innovative artists while retaining long-term integrity and durability. Willowtip is the self-proclaimed forward-thinking label, releasing a slew of modern classics and top-shelf albums that may have a lower profile but are more than worth your while.

This feature focuses on a pivotal early period in the label’s history that had a huge impact on my own extreme metal tastes. As such, I am highlighting some outstanding albums released by Willowtip between 2001-2006. Some are lesser-known; however, I will argue are must-listen releases from the label’s early golden era. I will skip over a couple of particularly pivotal albums from the period more suited for Yer Metal Is Olde honors; otherwise, it’s open slather. Welcome to the Willowtip Files.

Off the back of an especially gnarly, high-quality year for death metal of experimental, dissonant, and abrasive varieties, what better time to venture back into the vault of The Willowtip Files? The subject of this latest edition is none other than now-defunct New York tech-deathgrind powerhouse Kalibas and their intelligent and violently unhinged debut LP, Product of Hard Living, released way back in 2002. Reflected in the inspirational timeline of this feature’s focus, these were productive early years in the label’s storied history. However, through the passage of time, certain underground gems can be overlooked and fall into obscurity, despite being inspired albums of the time. Particularly suited to listeners who got on board with the latest albums from the likes of Pyrrhon and Replicant, those who enjoy the grindier, techier, and dissonant styles of death metal may find something to dig here. Kalibas stood out as a unique force to be reckoned with.

Featuring a talented cast of metal musicians and ex-members of bands including Lethargy, As the World Burns, and Agiel, Kalibas had a short but potent career as underground anarchists armed with a belligerent, serrated collection of weaponry, where tech, grind, disso-death and hardcore collide in ugly, challenging yet deceptively infectious ways. The choppy, technical, and challenging music within the Kalibas experience retains cohesion through the controlled chaos. Although far from accessible, the raw, yet well-defined and punchy production, coupled with the band’s penchant for unleashing jagged, deceptively catchy riffs and curb-stomping grooves, graft a surprisingly catchy edge to the album’s sneakily addictive streak. Of course, the album is devoid of more conventional songwriting structures and traditional songcraft. However, regular exhibits of deranged, infectiously riffy madness on grind-driven delights like the wickedly unhinged “All of Japa,” or swaggering grooves and drop-on-a-dime time changes and dynamic shifts of closer “Reroute the Foul” to drag you back for more.

Elsewhere, opener “Smells Like Menopause” hits like a sledgehammer upside the skull, leveraging blasty pummels, grindy screams and propulsive rhythms, with knuckle-dragging grooves and sharp technicality. Product of Hard Living is a clever, intricate beast that adroitly interlocks its brainy, dynamic songwriting and harsher escapades with the right amount of down-and-dirty deathgrind nastiness. Careening through filth-riden and tactful shifts, from thrashy deathgrind salvos and brain-scrambling attacks (“Floating in Concrete,” “Take the Plunge”), to noisy, sludge-riden hardcore rumbles (‘Rundown”) and ample terrain covered between, it’s an album chock-full of unpredictable twists. Product of Hard Living just breaks the thirty-minute barrier, and like similar extreme albums of its ilk, forms a near-perfect runtime to digest the abrasive shards of extremity and unconventional songwriting approach. without completely overwhelming the senses.

Product of Hard Living twists, contorts, and hurtles forth in a myriad of strange and artistic directions within the harsh paradigms of the extreme metal lens. Undeniably brutal, Kalibas’ debut album remains an underrated jewel in the early Willowtip canon, skillfully integrating harsh dissonance, abrasive textures, aggro intensity, and bone rattling grooves into intelligently constructed arrangements, featuring a fiercely inventive, oddly infectious songwriting streak. A challenging, though deeply rewarding listen.

#Agiel #AmericanMetal #AsTheWorldBurns #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Kalibas #Lethargy #ProductOfHardLiving #Pyrrhon #Replicant #Review #Reviews #TechMetal #TheWillowtipFiles #WillowtipRecords

The Willowtip Files: Kalibas – Product of Hard Living

By Saunders

Pennsylvania-based independent label Willowtip Records was established by Jason Tipton in the late ’90s. From humble beginnings, the label has stood the test of time, becoming one of the most respected and highly regarded record labels in the extreme metal scene. It takes something special to create a label with a consistently unfuckwithable roster of quality, innovative artists while retaining long-term integrity and durability. Willowtip is the self-proclaimed forward-thinking label, releasing a slew of modern classics and top-shelf albums that may have a lower profile but are more than worth your while.

This feature focuses on a pivotal early period in the label’s history that had a huge impact on my own extreme metal tastes. As such, I am highlighting some outstanding albums released by Willowtip between 2001-2006. Some are lesser-known; however, I will argue are must-listen releases from the label’s early golden era. I will skip over a couple of particularly pivotal albums from the period more suited for Yer Metal Is Olde honors; otherwise, it’s open slather. Welcome to the Willowtip Files.

Off the back of an especially gnarly, high-quality year for death metal of experimental, dissonant, and abrasive varieties, what better time to venture back into the vault of The Willowtip Files? The subject of this latest edition is none other than now-defunct New York tech-deathgrind powerhouse Kalibas and their intelligent and violently unhinged debut LP, Product of Hard Living, released way back in 2002. Reflected in the inspirational timeline of this feature’s focus, these were productive early years in the label’s storied history. However, through the passage of time, certain underground gems can be overlooked and fall into obscurity, despite being inspired albums of the time. Particularly suited to listeners who got on board with the latest albums from the likes of Pyrrhon and Replicant, those who enjoy the grindier, techier, and dissonant styles of death metal may find something to dig here. Kalibas stood out as a unique force to be reckoned with.

Featuring a talented cast of metal musicians and ex-members of bands including Lethargy, As the World Burns, and Agiel, Kalibas had a short but potent career as underground anarchists armed with a belligerent, serrated collection of weaponry, where tech, grind, disso-death and hardcore collide in ugly, challenging yet deceptively infectious ways. The choppy, technical, and challenging music within the Kalibas experience retains cohesion through the controlled chaos. Although far from accessible, the raw, yet well-defined and punchy production, coupled with the band’s penchant for unleashing jagged, deceptively catchy riffs and curb-stomping grooves, graft a surprisingly catchy edge to the album’s sneakily addictive streak. Of course, the album is devoid of more conventional songwriting structures and traditional songcraft. However, regular exhibits of deranged, infectiously riffy madness on grind-driven delights like the wickedly unhinged “All of Japa,” or swaggering grooves and drop-on-a-dime time changes and dynamic shifts of closer “Reroute the Foul” to drag you back for more.

Elsewhere, opener “Smells Like Menopause” hits like a sledgehammer upside the skull, leveraging blasty pummels, grindy screams and propulsive rhythms, with knuckle-dragging grooves and sharp technicality. Product of Hard Living is a clever, intricate beast that adroitly interlocks its brainy, dynamic songwriting and harsher escapades with the right amount of down-and-dirty deathgrind nastiness. Careening through filth-riden and tactful shifts, from thrashy deathgrind salvos and brain-scrambling attacks (“Floating in Concrete,” “Take the Plunge”), to noisy, sludge-riden hardcore rumbles (‘Rundown”) and ample terrain covered between, it’s an album chock-full of unpredictable twists. Product of Hard Living just breaks the thirty-minute barrier, and like similar extreme albums of its ilk, forms a near-perfect runtime to digest the abrasive shards of extremity and unconventional songwriting approach. without completely overwhelming the senses.

Product of Hard Living twists, contorts, and hurtles forth in a myriad of strange and artistic directions within the harsh paradigms of the extreme metal lens. Undeniably brutal, Kalibas’ debut album remains an underrated jewel in the early Willowtip canon, skillfully integrating harsh dissonance, abrasive textures, aggro intensity, and bone rattling grooves into intelligently constructed arrangements, featuring a fiercely inventive, oddly infectious songwriting streak. A challenging, though deeply rewarding listen.

#Agiel #AmericanMetal #AsTheWorldBurns #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Kalibas #Lethargy #ProductOfHardLiving #Pyrrhon #Replicant #Review #Reviews #TechMetal #TheWillowtipFiles #WillowtipRecords

The Willowtip Files: Kalibas – Product of Hard Living

By Saunders

Pennsylvania-based independent label Willowtip Records was established by Jason Tipton in the late ’90s. From humble beginnings, the label has stood the test of time, becoming one of the most respected and highly regarded record labels in the extreme metal scene. It takes something special to create a label with a consistently unfuckwithable roster of quality, innovative artists while retaining long-term integrity and durability. Willowtip is the self-proclaimed forward-thinking label, releasing a slew of modern classics and top-shelf albums that may have a lower profile but are more than worth your while.

This feature focuses on a pivotal early period in the label’s history that had a huge impact on my own extreme metal tastes. As such, I am highlighting some outstanding albums released by Willowtip between 2001-2006. Some are lesser-known; however, I will argue are must-listen releases from the label’s early golden era. I will skip over a couple of particularly pivotal albums from the period more suited for Yer Metal Is Olde honors; otherwise, it’s open slather. Welcome to the Willowtip Files.

Off the back of an especially gnarly, high-quality year for death metal of experimental, dissonant, and abrasive varieties, what better time to venture back into the vault of The Willowtip Files? The subject of this latest edition is none other than now-defunct New York tech-deathgrind powerhouse Kalibas and their intelligent and violently unhinged debut LP, Product of Hard Living, released way back in 2002. Reflected in the inspirational timeline of this feature’s focus, these were productive early years in the label’s storied history. However, through the passage of time, certain underground gems can be overlooked and fall into obscurity, despite being inspired albums of the time. Particularly suited to listeners who got on board with the latest albums from the likes of Pyrrhon and Replicant, those who enjoy the grindier, techier, and dissonant styles of death metal may find something to dig here. Kalibas stood out as a unique force to be reckoned with.

Featuring a talented cast of metal musicians and ex-members of bands including Lethargy, As the World Burns, and Agiel, Kalibas had a short but potent career as underground anarchists armed with a belligerent, serrated collection of weaponry, where tech, grind, disso-death and hardcore collide in ugly, challenging yet deceptively infectious ways. The choppy, technical, and challenging music within the Kalibas experience retains cohesion through the controlled chaos. Although far from accessible, the raw, yet well-defined and punchy production, coupled with the band’s penchant for unleashing jagged, deceptively catchy riffs and curb-stomping grooves, graft a surprisingly catchy edge to the album’s sneakily addictive streak. Of course, the album is devoid of more conventional songwriting structures and traditional songcraft. However, regular exhibits of deranged, infectiously riffy madness on grind-driven delights like the wickedly unhinged “All of Japa,” or swaggering grooves and drop-on-a-dime time changes and dynamic shifts of closer “Reroute the Foul” to drag you back for more.

Elsewhere, opener “Smells Like Menopause” hits like a sledgehammer upside the skull, leveraging blasty pummels, grindy screams and propulsive rhythms, with knuckle-dragging grooves and sharp technicality. Product of Hard Living is a clever, intricate beast that adroitly interlocks its brainy, dynamic songwriting and harsher escapades with the right amount of down-and-dirty deathgrind nastiness. Careening through filth-riden and tactful shifts, from thrashy deathgrind salvos and brain-scrambling attacks (“Floating in Concrete,” “Take the Plunge”), to noisy, sludge-riden hardcore rumbles (‘Rundown”) and ample terrain covered between, it’s an album chock-full of unpredictable twists. Product of Hard Living just breaks the thirty-minute barrier, and like similar extreme albums of its ilk, forms a near-perfect runtime to digest the abrasive shards of extremity and unconventional songwriting approach. without completely overwhelming the senses.

Product of Hard Living twists, contorts, and hurtles forth in a myriad of strange and artistic directions within the harsh paradigms of the extreme metal lens. Undeniably brutal, Kalibas’ debut album remains an underrated jewel in the early Willowtip canon, skillfully integrating harsh dissonance, abrasive textures, aggro intensity, and bone rattling grooves into intelligently constructed arrangements, featuring a fiercely inventive, oddly infectious songwriting streak. A challenging, though deeply rewarding listen.

#Agiel #AmericanMetal #AsTheWorldBurns #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Kalibas #Lethargy #ProductOfHardLiving #Pyrrhon #Replicant #Review #Reviews #TechMetal #TheWillowtipFiles #WillowtipRecords

Flashback, a bit more than five years ago. The music still works, especially in home office mornings.

replicantmusic.bandcamp.com/al…

#music for mornings #bandcamp #replicant #memory lane

@VirginiaHolloway @ai6yr @Viss

https://web.archive.org/web/20060506211308/http://www.thewavemag.com/pagegen.php?pagename=article&articleid=24031

'The Wave: "Reaction time is a factor in this, so please pay attention. Now, answer as quickly as you can.

It’s your birthday. Someone gives you a calfskin wallet. How do you react?"

Gavin Newsom: "I don’t have anything to put in it. I would thank them and move on...."

CONCLUSION: Almost too close to call. Almost. Newsom displays a defensiveness....

Newsom is definitely a replicant.

Probably a Nexus 5.'

#GavinNewsom #replicant

@Laempel @delta
Wow ok.

Hab mich schon gewundert, weil ich dachte #grapheneos ist ja "auch Android", oder gibt's noch so was wie #replicant ?

Aber noch minimalistischer ist schon ein großer Schritt

P.S. #deltachat hatte ich mal der Ansatz ist interessant, aber halt im Prinzip halt doch "nur" ein messenger der alle Cie- u d Nachteile von (verschlüsselten) E-Mails mit sich bringt

Lounge vibe I (looking 4 a spark)

#glass #lobby #lounge #vibes #parametric #culture #cabaretvoltaire #monumentalarchitecture #memorial #brutalism #brutalismarchitecture #brutalist #aiart #architecturalvisualization #architecture #archdaily #midjourneyarchitecture #picturesque #replicant #tnodesign

Lounge vibe I (looking 4 a spark)

#glass #lobby #lounge #vibes #parametric #culture #cabaretvoltaire #monumentalarchitecture #memorial #brutalism #brutalismarchitecture #brutalist #aiart #architecturalvisualization #architecture #archdaily #midjourneyarchitecture #picturesque #replicant #tnodesign

Lounge vibe I (looking 4 a spark)

#glass #lobby #lounge #vibes #parametric #culture #cabaretvoltaire #monumentalarchitecture #memorial #brutalism #brutalismarchitecture #brutalist #aiart #architecturalvisualization #architecture #archdaily #midjourneyarchitecture #picturesque #replicant #tnodesign

Lounge vibe I (looking 4 a spark)

#glass #lobby #lounge #vibes #parametric #culture #cabaretvoltaire #monumentalarchitecture #memorial #brutalism #brutalismarchitecture #brutalist #aiart #architecturalvisualization #architecture #archdaily #midjourneyarchitecture #picturesque #replicant #tnodesign