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Space is very metal. So I’ve always been surprised that it’s a relatively underdeveloped topic across most styles. Bands like Enshine, of course, make it all the rage every now and again, but it’s not something I see often. Orbital Soul System (formerly Orbital Dawn) is working to correct this perspective. The one-man solo project of one U-Gene (Rakoth) from Russia is now releasing its third full-length album, Nightwing. Boasting a tag of blackened progressive death metal and a clear cosmic theme, Orbital Soul System feels like it’s reaching for the stars with its latest—it’s certainly an ambitious moniker for a single artist. They say to shoot for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Let’s see where Nightwing lands.

Nightwing lands on the “death” side of its lengthy genre moniker, leaning on heavy riffs and harsh vocals and aiming to be a heavy-hitting cosmic spectacle. Space-themed synths hold up the melodic side, building spacious and appropriately cool atmospheres to give Orbital Soul System a distinct symphonic edge. Songs like “Enclosure” emulate Thy Catafalque, with heavy organ/synth use offsetting blackened death fury, and reaching for epic heights. Other tracks, like “The Wanderer,” take a slower and more deliberate approach, building on leads and melodies to create lengthy, intricate, and more progressive experiences. Throughout, U-Gene’s intentional, annunciated growls and whispered cleans are a frequent companion, but most of Nightwing is a feast for keys and guitars.

The cosmic theme of Nightwing, on the other hand, is a constant companion, so what you think about that theme will strongly impact how you enjoy Orbital Soul System. “The Last One,” for example, is the first break we get from the metal barrage, dialing up elements of electronica and introducing a heavy autotune to distort the lyrics into an alien, computer tongue. It works for the aesthetic, of course, but the delivery is, unsurprisingly, passionless. In truth, the growls have a similar issue—so well enunciated and intentional that they seem to exist more for the storytelling than to impart feeling—but it all “fits” an album of space-themed progressive death metal. “Into the Abyss” treads the line better, but it is interesting to notice that the main theme of the song involves three synth layers (as best as I can tell) and the only one adding melody is the simplest one, a basic-yet-effective tune that acts against the seriousness of the metal to give the song some bounce and character. I like it, but I can’t help but wonder if Orbital Soul System has traded some of its passion for music for its cosmic theme.

While I’m on the fence about the theme, I have a clearer issue with Nightwing that holds me back from really appreciating it, and it lies twofold in the album’s production. For one thing, the drums do not sound good, to the point that I wouldn’t be surprised to learn they aren’t real. They click and tap, but don’t add heft, and this is probably part of the reason I find Nightwing a less-than-impassioned listen. They sound the same in “Savage,” an instrumental, largely electric interlude track, as in the title track, my favorite song on Nightwing, a blackened epic of sweeping proportions, melodic and impressive—but not strong. This then exacerbates my next observation: nearly every song feels at least two minutes too long, including the three-minute opener. Most songs sit in the 7–9-minute range, but I think only one justifies the length (“Enclosure”). There are a ton of ideas in Nightwing, but 59 minutes is a long time for only nine tracks, too many of which spend time setting a mood that’s long been established.

Like Nightwing itself, I want to end this review on a positive note. Closer “42” is one of the best songs Orbital Soul System offers here, with a strong main riff, uplifting swells from the synths, and the album’s only guitar solo, which does a lot to lift the energy of the song. It’s a good indication that Orbital Soul System has a good instinct for its music and theme. For me, however, the choices made after the guitars are put away have made this an album I likely won’t return as often as even I’d like.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 319 kb/s mp3
Label: Self release
Websites: orbitalsoulsystem.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Orbitalsoulsystemofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 1st, 2026

Space is very metal. So I’ve always been surprised that it’s a relatively underdeveloped topic across most styles. Bands like Enshine, of course, make it all the rage every now and again, but it’s not something I see often. Orbital Soul System (formerly Orbital Dawn) is working to correct this perspective. The one-man solo project of one U-Gene (Rakoth) from Russia is now releasing its third full-length album, Nightwing. Boasting a tag of blackened progressive death metal and a clear cosmic theme, Orbital Soul System feels like it’s reaching for the stars with its latest—it’s certainly an ambitious moniker for a single artist. They say to shoot for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Let’s see where Nightwing lands.

Nightwing lands on the “death” side of its lengthy genre moniker, leaning on heavy riffs and harsh vocals and aiming to be a heavy-hitting cosmic spectacle. Space-themed synths hold up the melodic side, building spacious and appropriately cool atmospheres to give Orbital Soul System a distinct symphonic edge. Songs like “Enclosure” emulate Thy Catafalque, with heavy organ/synth use offsetting blackened death fury, and reaching for epic heights. Other tracks, like “The Wanderer,” take a slower and more deliberate approach, building on leads and melodies to create lengthy, intricate, and more progressive experiences. Throughout, U-Gene’s intentional, annunciated growls and whispered cleans are a frequent companion, but most of Nightwing is a feast for keys and guitars.

The cosmic theme of Nightwing, on the other hand, is a constant companion, so what you think about that theme will strongly impact how you enjoy Orbital Soul System. “The Last One,” for example, is the first break we get from the metal barrage, dialing up elements of electronica and introducing a heavy autotune to distort the lyrics into an alien, computer tongue. It works for the aesthetic, of course, but the delivery is, unsurprisingly, passionless. In truth, the growls have a similar issue—so well enunciated and intentional that they seem to exist more for the storytelling than to impart feeling—but it all “fits” an album of space-themed progressive death metal. “Into the Abyss” treads the line better, but it is interesting to notice that the main theme of the song involves three synth layers (as best as I can tell) and the only one adding melody is the simplest one, a basic-yet-effective tune that acts against the seriousness of the metal to give the song some bounce and character. I like it, but I can’t help but wonder if Orbital Soul System has traded some of its passion for music for its cosmic theme.

While I’m on the fence about the theme, I have a clearer issue with Nightwing that holds me back from really appreciating it, and it lies twofold in the album’s production. For one thing, the drums do not sound good, to the point that I wouldn’t be surprised to learn they aren’t real. They click and tap, but don’t add heft, and this is probably part of the reason I find Nightwing a less-than-impassioned listen. They sound the same in “Savage,” an instrumental, largely electric interlude track, as in the title track, my favorite song on Nightwing, a blackened epic of sweeping proportions, melodic and impressive—but not strong. This then exacerbates my next observation: nearly every song feels at least two minutes too long, including the three-minute opener. Most songs sit in the 7–9-minute range, but I think only one justifies the length (“Enclosure”). There are a ton of ideas in Nightwing, but 59 minutes is a long time for only nine tracks, too many of which spend time setting a mood that’s long been established.

Like Nightwing itself, I want to end this review on a positive note. Closer “42” is one of the best songs Orbital Soul System offers here, with a strong main riff, uplifting swells from the synths, and the album’s only guitar solo, which does a lot to lift the energy of the song. It’s a good indication that Orbital Soul System has a good instinct for its music and theme. For me, however, the choices made after the guitars are put away have made this an album I likely won’t return as often as even I’d like.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 319 kb/s mp3
Label: Self release
Websites: orbitalsoulsystem.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Orbitalsoulsystemofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 1st, 2026

Space is very metal. So I’ve always been surprised that it’s a relatively underdeveloped topic across most styles. Bands like Enshine, of course, make it all the rage every now and again, but it’s not something I see often. Orbital Soul System (formerly Orbital Dawn) is working to correct this perspective. The one-man solo project of one U-Gene (Rakoth) from Russia is now releasing its third full-length album, Nightwing. Boasting a tag of blackened progressive death metal and a clear cosmic theme, Orbital Soul System feels like it’s reaching for the stars with its latest—it’s certainly an ambitious moniker for a single artist. They say to shoot for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Let’s see where Nightwing lands.

Nightwing lands on the “death” side of its lengthy genre moniker, leaning on heavy riffs and harsh vocals and aiming to be a heavy-hitting cosmic spectacle. Space-themed synths hold up the melodic side, building spacious and appropriately cool atmospheres to give Orbital Soul System a distinct symphonic edge. Songs like “Enclosure” emulate Thy Catafalque, with heavy organ/synth use offsetting blackened death fury, and reaching for epic heights. Other tracks, like “The Wanderer,” take a slower and more deliberate approach, building on leads and melodies to create lengthy, intricate, and more progressive experiences. Throughout, U-Gene’s intentional, annunciated growls and whispered cleans are a frequent companion, but most of Nightwing is a feast for keys and guitars.

The cosmic theme of Nightwing, on the other hand, is a constant companion, so what you think about that theme will strongly impact how you enjoy Orbital Soul System. “The Last One,” for example, is the first break we get from the metal barrage, dialing up elements of electronica and introducing a heavy autotune to distort the lyrics into an alien, computer tongue. It works for the aesthetic, of course, but the delivery is, unsurprisingly, passionless. In truth, the growls have a similar issue—so well enunciated and intentional that they seem to exist more for the storytelling than to impart feeling—but it all “fits” an album of space-themed progressive death metal. “Into the Abyss” treads the line better, but it is interesting to notice that the main theme of the song involves three synth layers (as best as I can tell) and the only one adding melody is the simplest one, a basic-yet-effective tune that acts against the seriousness of the metal to give the song some bounce and character. I like it, but I can’t help but wonder if Orbital Soul System has traded some of its passion for music for its cosmic theme.

While I’m on the fence about the theme, I have a clearer issue with Nightwing that holds me back from really appreciating it, and it lies twofold in the album’s production. For one thing, the drums do not sound good, to the point that I wouldn’t be surprised to learn they aren’t real. They click and tap, but don’t add heft, and this is probably part of the reason I find Nightwing a less-than-impassioned listen. They sound the same in “Savage,” an instrumental, largely electric interlude track, as in the title track, my favorite song on Nightwing, a blackened epic of sweeping proportions, melodic and impressive—but not strong. This then exacerbates my next observation: nearly every song feels at least two minutes too long, including the three-minute opener. Most songs sit in the 7–9-minute range, but I think only one justifies the length (“Enclosure”). There are a ton of ideas in Nightwing, but 59 minutes is a long time for only nine tracks, too many of which spend time setting a mood that’s long been established.

Like Nightwing itself, I want to end this review on a positive note. Closer “42” is one of the best songs Orbital Soul System offers here, with a strong main riff, uplifting swells from the synths, and the album’s only guitar solo, which does a lot to lift the energy of the song. It’s a good indication that Orbital Soul System has a good instinct for its music and theme. For me, however, the choices made after the guitars are put away have made this an album I likely won’t return as often as even I’d like.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 319 kb/s mp3
Label: Self release
Websites: orbitalsoulsystem.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Orbitalsoulsystemofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 1st, 2026

Space is very metal. So I’ve always been surprised that it’s a relatively underdeveloped topic across most styles. Bands like Enshine, of course, make it all the rage every now and again, but it’s not something I see often. Orbital Soul System (formerly Orbital Dawn) is working to correct this perspective. The one-man solo project of one U-Gene (Rakoth) from Russia is now releasing its third full-length album, Nightwing. Boasting a tag of blackened progressive death metal and a clear cosmic theme, Orbital Soul System feels like it’s reaching for the stars with its latest—it’s certainly an ambitious moniker for a single artist. They say to shoot for the moon, because even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars. Let’s see where Nightwing lands.

Nightwing lands on the “death” side of its lengthy genre moniker, leaning on heavy riffs and harsh vocals and aiming to be a heavy-hitting cosmic spectacle. Space-themed synths hold up the melodic side, building spacious and appropriately cool atmospheres to give Orbital Soul System a distinct symphonic edge. Songs like “Enclosure” emulate Thy Catafalque, with heavy organ/synth use offsetting blackened death fury, and reaching for epic heights. Other tracks, like “The Wanderer,” take a slower and more deliberate approach, building on leads and melodies to create lengthy, intricate, and more progressive experiences. Throughout, U-Gene’s intentional, annunciated growls and whispered cleans are a frequent companion, but most of Nightwing is a feast for keys and guitars.

The cosmic theme of Nightwing, on the other hand, is a constant companion, so what you think about that theme will strongly impact how you enjoy Orbital Soul System. “The Last One,” for example, is the first break we get from the metal barrage, dialing up elements of electronica and introducing a heavy autotune to distort the lyrics into an alien, computer tongue. It works for the aesthetic, of course, but the delivery is, unsurprisingly, passionless. In truth, the growls have a similar issue—so well enunciated and intentional that they seem to exist more for the storytelling than to impart feeling—but it all “fits” an album of space-themed progressive death metal. “Into the Abyss” treads the line better, but it is interesting to notice that the main theme of the song involves three synth layers (as best as I can tell) and the only one adding melody is the simplest one, a basic-yet-effective tune that acts against the seriousness of the metal to give the song some bounce and character. I like it, but I can’t help but wonder if Orbital Soul System has traded some of its passion for music for its cosmic theme.

While I’m on the fence about the theme, I have a clearer issue with Nightwing that holds me back from really appreciating it, and it lies twofold in the album’s production. For one thing, the drums do not sound good, to the point that I wouldn’t be surprised to learn they aren’t real. They click and tap, but don’t add heft, and this is probably part of the reason I find Nightwing a less-than-impassioned listen. They sound the same in “Savage,” an instrumental, largely electric interlude track, as in the title track, my favorite song on Nightwing, a blackened epic of sweeping proportions, melodic and impressive—but not strong. This then exacerbates my next observation: nearly every song feels at least two minutes too long, including the three-minute opener. Most songs sit in the 7–9-minute range, but I think only one justifies the length (“Enclosure”). There are a ton of ideas in Nightwing, but 59 minutes is a long time for only nine tracks, too many of which spend time setting a mood that’s long been established.

Like Nightwing itself, I want to end this review on a positive note. Closer “42” is one of the best songs Orbital Soul System offers here, with a strong main riff, uplifting swells from the synths, and the album’s only guitar solo, which does a lot to lift the energy of the song. It’s a good indication that Orbital Soul System has a good instinct for its music and theme. For me, however, the choices made after the guitars are put away have made this an album I likely won’t return as often as even I’d like.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 319 kb/s mp3
Label: Self release
Websites: orbitalsoulsystem.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Orbitalsoulsystemofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 1st, 2026

https://www.europesays.com/ie/699142/ Mittags-Abgrund – Mittags-Abgrund Review | Angry Metal Guy #20 #2026 #Absu #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #CMPT #DarknessShallRiseProductions #DeathMetal #Éire #Entertainment #IE #Immortal #Ireland #MittagsAbgrund #Music #Review #Reviews #RussianMetal #Sep26

At face value, Mittags-Abgrund appear to be an act after my own heart. Their name—which translates from German approximately to “Midday Abyss”—references what else but Thus Spoke Zarathustra (though the lyrics are penned in progenitor Sch.’s native Russian). Promo material even contains the source quote where Zarathustra proclaims with a kind of prophetic joy, “when, O well of eternity! you serene and ghastly midday-abyss! when will you drink my soul back into you?”1 This epigraph, in conjunction with artwork depicting a ringlike serpent surrounding a dramatically rent sky, points towards the theme of Eternal Recurrence, an idea that forms the philosophical center of the book and which is to many an important piece of Nietzsche’s thought overall.2 But it’s one whose true relevance to the music of Mittags-Abgrund is ultimately vague. Mittags-Abgrund have me on side immediately, but can the music win over its audience in the same way?

Mittags-Abgrund play a style of blackened death that strays just occasionally outside of the lines separating second-wave and melo-black into the territory of dissonant and even old-school death. Bookended by instrumentals that progress from acoustics into something more like atmo-black, its main body is characterised by an almost grandiose, ugly heaviness that quickly recalls Absu, Immortal, and Sch.’s own Cmpt. Sch. pulls from several places across the spectrum of vocal styles in this sphere: croaking, growling, snarling, and chanting in more or less equal measure. Guest musician F takes charge of percussion in a performance that begins as quite standard, but becomes noticeably more complex and dynamic as the record progresses. So does the rest of the music, as the largely unremarkable black metal evolves and we get more overt signs of Sch.’s history in hardcore brutal death metal groups (“Пой со мной (Грусть в глазах бога) ,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”); there are even a few toe-dips into more experimental territory (“В городе”).

Mittags-Abgrund could hardly match the profundity of its possible inspiration, but killer riffs and a dramatic atmosphere can make up for that to some extent. These aren’t abundant. The former mostly come in the form of fleeting dissonant scales (“Портреты моих предков”) and arpeggios that dance snakelike above the stalwart barrages (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей”), guitars otherwise persisting in less colourful repetitions. This dominant multi-influence style of blackened death can be gnarly and thrilling when it wants to be (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”), and the increasing degree of fluctuations and flourishes in the drumming gives a notable edge to proceedings (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “Ignis Subterraneus”). The inconsistency of such edges is therefore a pity, the cause of an uneven listening experience requiring patience and close attention to achieve a questionable reward. When not confined to forceful vocal reverb, atmosphere via synths and spaciousness help the music reach some vaguely epic heights (“Aurora Consurgens”) and nuanced spooky pensiveness (“В городе”) I wouldn’t have minded hearing more of and wish were blended better and earlier on with the heavier instrumentation.

Mittags-Abgrund also perplexes in certain compositional and mixing choices. The music varies in volume depending on the dominant element, with lead guitars typically drawing the short straw except for a few notable occasions on which they appear with particular prominence. This is frustrating when they carry melodic lines and would develop the mood and add tangible layers if they were more audible. Speaking of layers, the use of vocal multitracking takes that idea to a literal extreme with interpolations of growls and wails that distract rather than enrich the progression of the piece (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “В городе”). It is nonetheless possibly better than the dominant croak that rapidly grew grating without a sufficiently wild or engrossing soundscape—which would have been improved with louder leads and better atmospheric integration. The album feels overall like an odd dichotomy between hastily combined flirtation with more original musical elements and dry unremarkability, with too little cohesiveness outside of the latter’s tendency to obscure what’s actually good.

Not for the first time do I find myself lamenting the missed opportunity of a Nietzschean-themed album. Mittags-Abgrund shows glimmers of greatness, but these are close to invisible in the midst of ostensibly heavy and dramatic music one struggles to give adequate attention to. With a better mix, stronger leads, and more confident strides into the unusual shades Mittags-Abgrund display a fondness for, there’s potential. Is it the worst thing an unreserved Amor Fati would have to embrace in embracing the necessity of the totality?3 Absolutely not. But the blend of broadly unstirring blackened death metal and irresolute explorations remains disappointing as they are.

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Darkness Shall Rise
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 15th, 2026

At face value, Mittags-Abgrund appear to be an act after my own heart. Their name—which translates from German approximately to “Midday Abyss”—references what else but Thus Spoke Zarathustra (though the lyrics are penned in progenitor Sch.’s native Russian). Promo material even contains the source quote where Zarathustra proclaims with a kind of prophetic joy, “when, O well of eternity! you serene and ghastly midday-abyss! when will you drink my soul back into you?”1 This epigraph, in conjunction with artwork depicting a ringlike serpent surrounding a dramatically rent sky, points towards the theme of Eternal Recurrence, an idea that forms the philosophical center of the book and which is to many an important piece of Nietzsche’s thought overall.2 But it’s one whose true relevance to the music of Mittags-Abgrund is ultimately vague. Mittags-Abgrund have me on side immediately, but can the music win over its audience in the same way?

Mittags-Abgrund play a style of blackened death that strays just occasionally outside of the lines separating second-wave and melo-black into the territory of dissonant and even old-school death. Bookended by instrumentals that progress from acoustics into something more like atmo-black, its main body is characterised by an almost grandiose, ugly heaviness that quickly recalls Absu, Immortal, and Sch.’s own Cmpt. Sch. pulls from several places across the spectrum of vocal styles in this sphere: croaking, growling, snarling, and chanting in more or less equal measure. Guest musician F takes charge of percussion in a performance that begins as quite standard, but becomes noticeably more complex and dynamic as the record progresses. So does the rest of the music, as the largely unremarkable black metal evolves and we get more overt signs of Sch.’s history in hardcore brutal death metal groups (“Пой со мной (Грусть в глазах бога) ,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”); there are even a few toe-dips into more experimental territory (“В городе”).

Mittags-Abgrund could hardly match the profundity of its possible inspiration, but killer riffs and a dramatic atmosphere can make up for that to some extent. These aren’t abundant. The former mostly come in the form of fleeting dissonant scales (“Портреты моих предков”) and arpeggios that dance snakelike above the stalwart barrages (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей”), guitars otherwise persisting in less colourful repetitions. This dominant multi-influence style of blackened death can be gnarly and thrilling when it wants to be (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”), and the increasing degree of fluctuations and flourishes in the drumming gives a notable edge to proceedings (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “Ignis Subterraneus”). The inconsistency of such edges is therefore a pity, the cause of an uneven listening experience requiring patience and close attention to achieve a questionable reward. When not confined to forceful vocal reverb, atmosphere via synths and spaciousness help the music reach some vaguely epic heights (“Aurora Consurgens”) and nuanced spooky pensiveness (“В городе”) I wouldn’t have minded hearing more of and wish were blended better and earlier on with the heavier instrumentation.

Mittags-Abgrund also perplexes in certain compositional and mixing choices. The music varies in volume depending on the dominant element, with lead guitars typically drawing the short straw except for a few notable occasions on which they appear with particular prominence. This is frustrating when they carry melodic lines and would develop the mood and add tangible layers if they were more audible. Speaking of layers, the use of vocal multitracking takes that idea to a literal extreme with interpolations of growls and wails that distract rather than enrich the progression of the piece (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “В городе”). It is nonetheless possibly better than the dominant croak that rapidly grew grating without a sufficiently wild or engrossing soundscape—which would have been improved with louder leads and better atmospheric integration. The album feels overall like an odd dichotomy between hastily combined flirtation with more original musical elements and dry unremarkability, with too little cohesiveness outside of the latter’s tendency to obscure what’s actually good.

Not for the first time do I find myself lamenting the missed opportunity of a Nietzschean-themed album. Mittags-Abgrund shows glimmers of greatness, but these are close to invisible in the midst of ostensibly heavy and dramatic music one struggles to give adequate attention to. With a better mix, stronger leads, and more confident strides into the unusual shades Mittags-Abgrund display a fondness for, there’s potential. Is it the worst thing an unreserved Amor Fati would have to embrace in embracing the necessity of the totality?3 Absolutely not. But the blend of broadly unstirring blackened death metal and irresolute explorations remains disappointing as they are.

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Darkness Shall Rise
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 15th, 2026

At face value, Mittags-Abgrund appear to be an act after my own heart. Their name—which translates from German approximately to “Midday Abyss”—references what else but Thus Spoke Zarathustra (though the lyrics are penned in progenitor Sch.’s native Russian). Promo material even contains the source quote where Zarathustra proclaims with a kind of prophetic joy, “when, O well of eternity! you serene and ghastly midday-abyss! when will you drink my soul back into you?”1 This epigraph, in conjunction with artwork depicting a ringlike serpent surrounding a dramatically rent sky, points towards the theme of Eternal Recurrence, an idea that forms the philosophical center of the book and which is to many an important piece of Nietzsche’s thought overall.2 But it’s one whose true relevance to the music of Mittags-Abgrund is ultimately vague. Mittags-Abgrund have me on side immediately, but can the music win over its audience in the same way?

Mittags-Abgrund play a style of blackened death that strays just occasionally outside of the lines separating second-wave and melo-black into the territory of dissonant and even old-school death. Bookended by instrumentals that progress from acoustics into something more like atmo-black, its main body is characterised by an almost grandiose, ugly heaviness that quickly recalls Absu, Immortal, and Sch.’s own Cmpt. Sch. pulls from several places across the spectrum of vocal styles in this sphere: croaking, growling, snarling, and chanting in more or less equal measure. Guest musician F takes charge of percussion in a performance that begins as quite standard, but becomes noticeably more complex and dynamic as the record progresses. So does the rest of the music, as the largely unremarkable black metal evolves and we get more overt signs of Sch.’s history in hardcore brutal death metal groups (“Пой со мной (Грусть в глазах бога) ,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”); there are even a few toe-dips into more experimental territory (“В городе”).

Mittags-Abgrund could hardly match the profundity of its possible inspiration, but killer riffs and a dramatic atmosphere can make up for that to some extent. These aren’t abundant. The former mostly come in the form of fleeting dissonant scales (“Портреты моих предков”) and arpeggios that dance snakelike above the stalwart barrages (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей”), guitars otherwise persisting in less colourful repetitions. This dominant multi-influence style of blackened death can be gnarly and thrilling when it wants to be (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”), and the increasing degree of fluctuations and flourishes in the drumming gives a notable edge to proceedings (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “Ignis Subterraneus”). The inconsistency of such edges is therefore a pity, the cause of an uneven listening experience requiring patience and close attention to achieve a questionable reward. When not confined to forceful vocal reverb, atmosphere via synths and spaciousness help the music reach some vaguely epic heights (“Aurora Consurgens”) and nuanced spooky pensiveness (“В городе”) I wouldn’t have minded hearing more of and wish were blended better and earlier on with the heavier instrumentation.

Mittags-Abgrund also perplexes in certain compositional and mixing choices. The music varies in volume depending on the dominant element, with lead guitars typically drawing the short straw except for a few notable occasions on which they appear with particular prominence. This is frustrating when they carry melodic lines and would develop the mood and add tangible layers if they were more audible. Speaking of layers, the use of vocal multitracking takes that idea to a literal extreme with interpolations of growls and wails that distract rather than enrich the progression of the piece (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “В городе”). It is nonetheless possibly better than the dominant croak that rapidly grew grating without a sufficiently wild or engrossing soundscape—which would have been improved with louder leads and better atmospheric integration. The album feels overall like an odd dichotomy between hastily combined flirtation with more original musical elements and dry unremarkability, with too little cohesiveness outside of the latter’s tendency to obscure what’s actually good.

Not for the first time do I find myself lamenting the missed opportunity of a Nietzschean-themed album. Mittags-Abgrund shows glimmers of greatness, but these are close to invisible in the midst of ostensibly heavy and dramatic music one struggles to give adequate attention to. With a better mix, stronger leads, and more confident strides into the unusual shades Mittags-Abgrund display a fondness for, there’s potential. Is it the worst thing an unreserved Amor Fati would have to embrace in embracing the necessity of the totality?3 Absolutely not. But the blend of broadly unstirring blackened death metal and irresolute explorations remains disappointing as they are.

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Darkness Shall Rise
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 15th, 2026

At face value, Mittags-Abgrund appear to be an act after my own heart. Their name—which translates from German approximately to “Midday Abyss”—references what else but Thus Spoke Zarathustra (though the lyrics are penned in progenitor Sch.’s native Russian). Promo material even contains the source quote where Zarathustra proclaims with a kind of prophetic joy, “when, O well of eternity! you serene and ghastly midday-abyss! when will you drink my soul back into you?”1 This epigraph, in conjunction with artwork depicting a ringlike serpent surrounding a dramatically rent sky, points towards the theme of Eternal Recurrence, an idea that forms the philosophical center of the book and which is to many an important piece of Nietzsche’s thought overall.2 But it’s one whose true relevance to the music of Mittags-Abgrund is ultimately vague. Mittags-Abgrund have me on side immediately, but can the music win over its audience in the same way?

Mittags-Abgrund play a style of blackened death that strays just occasionally outside of the lines separating second-wave and melo-black into the territory of dissonant and even old-school death. Bookended by instrumentals that progress from acoustics into something more like atmo-black, its main body is characterised by an almost grandiose, ugly heaviness that quickly recalls Absu, Immortal, and Sch.’s own Cmpt. Sch. pulls from several places across the spectrum of vocal styles in this sphere: croaking, growling, snarling, and chanting in more or less equal measure. Guest musician F takes charge of percussion in a performance that begins as quite standard, but becomes noticeably more complex and dynamic as the record progresses. So does the rest of the music, as the largely unremarkable black metal evolves and we get more overt signs of Sch.’s history in hardcore brutal death metal groups (“Пой со мной (Грусть в глазах бога) ,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”); there are even a few toe-dips into more experimental territory (“В городе”).

Mittags-Abgrund could hardly match the profundity of its possible inspiration, but killer riffs and a dramatic atmosphere can make up for that to some extent. These aren’t abundant. The former mostly come in the form of fleeting dissonant scales (“Портреты моих предков”) and arpeggios that dance snakelike above the stalwart barrages (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей”), guitars otherwise persisting in less colourful repetitions. This dominant multi-influence style of blackened death can be gnarly and thrilling when it wants to be (“Высокомерие над пропастью червей,” “Паруса крыльев простёрты”), and the increasing degree of fluctuations and flourishes in the drumming gives a notable edge to proceedings (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “Ignis Subterraneus”). The inconsistency of such edges is therefore a pity, the cause of an uneven listening experience requiring patience and close attention to achieve a questionable reward. When not confined to forceful vocal reverb, atmosphere via synths and spaciousness help the music reach some vaguely epic heights (“Aurora Consurgens”) and nuanced spooky pensiveness (“В городе”) I wouldn’t have minded hearing more of and wish were blended better and earlier on with the heavier instrumentation.

Mittags-Abgrund also perplexes in certain compositional and mixing choices. The music varies in volume depending on the dominant element, with lead guitars typically drawing the short straw except for a few notable occasions on which they appear with particular prominence. This is frustrating when they carry melodic lines and would develop the mood and add tangible layers if they were more audible. Speaking of layers, the use of vocal multitracking takes that idea to a literal extreme with interpolations of growls and wails that distract rather than enrich the progression of the piece (“Паруса крыльев простёрты,” “В городе”). It is nonetheless possibly better than the dominant croak that rapidly grew grating without a sufficiently wild or engrossing soundscape—which would have been improved with louder leads and better atmospheric integration. The album feels overall like an odd dichotomy between hastily combined flirtation with more original musical elements and dry unremarkability, with too little cohesiveness outside of the latter’s tendency to obscure what’s actually good.

Not for the first time do I find myself lamenting the missed opportunity of a Nietzschean-themed album. Mittags-Abgrund shows glimmers of greatness, but these are close to invisible in the midst of ostensibly heavy and dramatic music one struggles to give adequate attention to. With a better mix, stronger leads, and more confident strides into the unusual shades Mittags-Abgrund display a fondness for, there’s potential. Is it the worst thing an unreserved Amor Fati would have to embrace in embracing the necessity of the totality?3 Absolutely not. But the blend of broadly unstirring blackened death metal and irresolute explorations remains disappointing as they are.

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Darkness Shall Rise
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 15th, 2026

Cranial Osteotomy – Vortex of the Dark Knowledge Review

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in…
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They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

Malist – Eternal Echo of the Fall Review

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grond – The Temple Review

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Ten long years passed since Grond released Worship the Kraken, a fun and meaty slab of Bolt Thrower-meets-Autopsy-meets-Lovecraft madness. With such a protracted lull in recording activity, I was sure there was never going to be another Grond record, but lo and behold, The Temple peeked above the horizon just enough for me to catch it on the approach. I quiver with anticipation to see what cosmic horrors await me there.

Grond is the same stomping monstrosity that left the world all those years ago, muscular and be-tentacled as ever. Their Bolt Thrower riffs and nasty bass tone still take center stage, ensuring that any listener’s face scrunches up in grotesque relief (“Weddigen,” “Submergence”). A Temple of Void-like doom/death shroud adorns The Temple in shadowed moods and ominous atmosphere, creating a vastness of scale and stature Worship the Kraken didn’t have (“U-29,” “Dreadnought”). Much like other modern old-school revival acts like Frozen Soul, simplicity is Grond’s best friend, choosing reliable parts and pieces of the death metal arsenal to ensure maximum impact in their songwriting. Thankfully, Grond’s high-fantasy horror theme, frightful guitar pyrotechnics in solos and flourishes (“Dreadnought”), and beefy production help set The Temple apart from contemporary examples of the style and make for a highly engaging 48 minutes.

At first, though, I wasn’t sure if The Temple justified its ten-year incubation period. It’s their slowest, their longest, and arguably their simplest record in terms of structure. I wondered if this meant it offered less substance or weaker engagement. I was wrong. Without sacrificing heft or extremity, Grond doubled down on accessibility and groove to make The Temple their most easily digestible outing thus far (“Pour le Merite,” “Radiant Fury”), but they made considerable effort using accessibility to their advantage. In place of compositional complexity, odd time signatures, or speed, wild lead guitar exhibitionism, gut-punching bass burbles, and clever drum fills abound. This trade, in turn, makes even the most straightforward cuts exciting and distinctive (“The Temple”). Furthermore, revisits uncover even more nifty details and entertaining embellishments—again sourced primarily from the guitar work—that bring depth and charm to The Temple for which initial impressions don’t account.

The Temple boasts many traits and nuances that not only make it a joy to return to, but also help shrink its inflated runtime, yet some areas could still use a trim. At a bloated six-and-a-half minutes, the title track only barely justifies its length with the strength of its guitar work, but would be stronger still with a full minute or so hacked off the first half for brevity. In fact, most of The Temple’s nine tracks toy with that ambitious six-minute barrier. While a vast majority of them don’t feel nearly that long, they all have at least one small grouping of measures that, if culled, wouldn’t detract from the compositions to which they belong (“Weddigen,” “Dark Solitude of the Sea,” “U-29”). Additionally, instrumental intro “Rotter Himmel” adds very little to the whole except to tumble right into the opener proper. At three minutes, it begs either to be nipped, tucked, and integrated into “Weddigen,” or to be cut altogether.

Aside from a spot of bloat, there’s a lot to enjoy in The Temple. It’s a rare kind of classically informed, doom-tinged, mid-paced death metal that grows with every spin. Grond achieved that grower status with their third LP, and it was worth the ten-year wait. It might not be a groundbreaking album, but competes well in its field and pairs very nicely with other Lovecraft-inspired death metal from the likes of Sulphur Aeon or Corpsessed. So if that’s your bag, Grond’s your monster. Choose your vessel, and enter the gate The Temple!

Rating: Very Good
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: ~260 kbps VBR mp3
Label: XTreem Music
Websites: grond.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/grondrus
Releases Worldwide: April 30th, 2026

Ten long years passed since Grond released Worship the Kraken, a fun and meaty slab of Bolt Thrower-meets-Autopsy-meets-Lovecraft madness. With such a protracted lull in recording activity, I was sure there was never going to be another Grond record, but lo and behold, The Temple peeked above the horizon just enough for me to catch it on the approach. I quiver with anticipation to see what cosmic horrors await me there.

Grond is the same stomping monstrosity that left the world all those years ago, muscular and be-tentacled as ever. Their Bolt Thrower riffs and nasty bass tone still take center stage, ensuring that any listener’s face scrunches up in grotesque relief (“Weddigen,” “Submergence”). A Temple of Void-like doom/death shroud adorns The Temple in shadowed moods and ominous atmosphere, creating a vastness of scale and stature Worship the Kraken didn’t have (“U-29,” “Dreadnought”). Much like other modern old-school revival acts like Frozen Soul, simplicity is Grond’s best friend, choosing reliable parts and pieces of the death metal arsenal to ensure maximum impact in their songwriting. Thankfully, Grond’s high-fantasy horror theme, frightful guitar pyrotechnics in solos and flourishes (“Dreadnought”), and beefy production help set The Temple apart from contemporary examples of the style and make for a highly engaging 48 minutes.

At first, though, I wasn’t sure if The Temple justified its ten-year incubation period. It’s their slowest, their longest, and arguably their simplest record in terms of structure. I wondered if this meant it offered less substance or weaker engagement. I was wrong. Without sacrificing heft or extremity, Grond doubled down on accessibility and groove to make The Temple their most easily digestible outing thus far (“Pour le Merite,” “Radiant Fury”), but they made considerable effort using accessibility to their advantage. In place of compositional complexity, odd time signatures, or speed, wild lead guitar exhibitionism, gut-punching bass burbles, and clever drum fills abound. This trade, in turn, makes even the most straightforward cuts exciting and distinctive (“The Temple”). Furthermore, revisits uncover even more nifty details and entertaining embellishments—again sourced primarily from the guitar work—that bring depth and charm to The Temple for which initial impressions don’t account.

The Temple boasts many traits and nuances that not only make it a joy to return to, but also help shrink its inflated runtime, yet some areas could still use a trim. At a bloated six-and-a-half minutes, the title track only barely justifies its length with the strength of its guitar work, but would be stronger still with a full minute or so hacked off the first half for brevity. In fact, most of The Temple’s nine tracks toy with that ambitious six-minute barrier. While a vast majority of them don’t feel nearly that long, they all have at least one small grouping of measures that, if culled, wouldn’t detract from the compositions to which they belong (“Weddigen,” “Dark Solitude of the Sea,” “U-29”). Additionally, instrumental intro “Rotter Himmel” adds very little to the whole except to tumble right into the opener proper. At three minutes, it begs either to be nipped, tucked, and integrated into “Weddigen,” or to be cut altogether.

Aside from a spot of bloat, there’s a lot to enjoy in The Temple. It’s a rare kind of classically informed, doom-tinged, mid-paced death metal that grows with every spin. Grond achieved that grower status with their third LP, and it was worth the ten-year wait. It might not be a groundbreaking album, but competes well in its field and pairs very nicely with other Lovecraft-inspired death metal from the likes of Sulphur Aeon or Corpsessed. So if that’s your bag, Grond’s your monster. Choose your vessel, and enter the gate The Temple!

Rating: Very Good
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: ~260 kbps VBR mp3
Label: XTreem Music
Websites: grond.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/grondrus
Releases Worldwide: April 30th, 2026

Ten long years passed since Grond released Worship the Kraken, a fun and meaty slab of Bolt Thrower-meets-Autopsy-meets-Lovecraft madness. With such a protracted lull in recording activity, I was sure there was never going to be another Grond record, but lo and behold, The Temple peeked above the horizon just enough for me to catch it on the approach. I quiver with anticipation to see what cosmic horrors await me there.

Grond is the same stomping monstrosity that left the world all those years ago, muscular and be-tentacled as ever. Their Bolt Thrower riffs and nasty bass tone still take center stage, ensuring that any listener’s face scrunches up in grotesque relief (“Weddigen,” “Submergence”). A Temple of Void-like doom/death shroud adorns The Temple in shadowed moods and ominous atmosphere, creating a vastness of scale and stature Worship the Kraken didn’t have (“U-29,” “Dreadnought”). Much like other modern old-school revival acts like Frozen Soul, simplicity is Grond’s best friend, choosing reliable parts and pieces of the death metal arsenal to ensure maximum impact in their songwriting. Thankfully, Grond’s high-fantasy horror theme, frightful guitar pyrotechnics in solos and flourishes (“Dreadnought”), and beefy production help set The Temple apart from contemporary examples of the style and make for a highly engaging 48 minutes.

At first, though, I wasn’t sure if The Temple justified its ten-year incubation period. It’s their slowest, their longest, and arguably their simplest record in terms of structure. I wondered if this meant it offered less substance or weaker engagement. I was wrong. Without sacrificing heft or extremity, Grond doubled down on accessibility and groove to make The Temple their most easily digestible outing thus far (“Pour le Merite,” “Radiant Fury”), but they made considerable effort using accessibility to their advantage. In place of compositional complexity, odd time signatures, or speed, wild lead guitar exhibitionism, gut-punching bass burbles, and clever drum fills abound. This trade, in turn, makes even the most straightforward cuts exciting and distinctive (“The Temple”). Furthermore, revisits uncover even more nifty details and entertaining embellishments—again sourced primarily from the guitar work—that bring depth and charm to The Temple for which initial impressions don’t account.

The Temple boasts many traits and nuances that not only make it a joy to return to, but also help shrink its inflated runtime, yet some areas could still use a trim. At a bloated six-and-a-half minutes, the title track only barely justifies its length with the strength of its guitar work, but would be stronger still with a full minute or so hacked off the first half for brevity. In fact, most of The Temple’s nine tracks toy with that ambitious six-minute barrier. While a vast majority of them don’t feel nearly that long, they all have at least one small grouping of measures that, if culled, wouldn’t detract from the compositions to which they belong (“Weddigen,” “Dark Solitude of the Sea,” “U-29”). Additionally, instrumental intro “Rotter Himmel” adds very little to the whole except to tumble right into the opener proper. At three minutes, it begs either to be nipped, tucked, and integrated into “Weddigen,” or to be cut altogether.

Aside from a spot of bloat, there’s a lot to enjoy in The Temple. It’s a rare kind of classically informed, doom-tinged, mid-paced death metal that grows with every spin. Grond achieved that grower status with their third LP, and it was worth the ten-year wait. It might not be a groundbreaking album, but competes well in its field and pairs very nicely with other Lovecraft-inspired death metal from the likes of Sulphur Aeon or Corpsessed. So if that’s your bag, Grond’s your monster. Choose your vessel, and enter the gate The Temple!

Rating: Very Good
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: ~260 kbps VBR mp3
Label: XTreem Music
Websites: grond.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/grondrus
Releases Worldwide: April 30th, 2026

Ten long years passed since Grond released Worship the Kraken, a fun and meaty slab of Bolt Thrower-meets-Autopsy-meets-Lovecraft madness. With such a protracted lull in recording activity, I was sure there was never going to be another Grond record, but lo and behold, The Temple peeked above the horizon just enough for me to catch it on the approach. I quiver with anticipation to see what cosmic horrors await me there.

Grond is the same stomping monstrosity that left the world all those years ago, muscular and be-tentacled as ever. Their Bolt Thrower riffs and nasty bass tone still take center stage, ensuring that any listener’s face scrunches up in grotesque relief (“Weddigen,” “Submergence”). A Temple of Void-like doom/death shroud adorns The Temple in shadowed moods and ominous atmosphere, creating a vastness of scale and stature Worship the Kraken didn’t have (“U-29,” “Dreadnought”). Much like other modern old-school revival acts like Frozen Soul, simplicity is Grond’s best friend, choosing reliable parts and pieces of the death metal arsenal to ensure maximum impact in their songwriting. Thankfully, Grond’s high-fantasy horror theme, frightful guitar pyrotechnics in solos and flourishes (“Dreadnought”), and beefy production help set The Temple apart from contemporary examples of the style and make for a highly engaging 48 minutes.

At first, though, I wasn’t sure if The Temple justified its ten-year incubation period. It’s their slowest, their longest, and arguably their simplest record in terms of structure. I wondered if this meant it offered less substance or weaker engagement. I was wrong. Without sacrificing heft or extremity, Grond doubled down on accessibility and groove to make The Temple their most easily digestible outing thus far (“Pour le Merite,” “Radiant Fury”), but they made considerable effort using accessibility to their advantage. In place of compositional complexity, odd time signatures, or speed, wild lead guitar exhibitionism, gut-punching bass burbles, and clever drum fills abound. This trade, in turn, makes even the most straightforward cuts exciting and distinctive (“The Temple”). Furthermore, revisits uncover even more nifty details and entertaining embellishments—again sourced primarily from the guitar work—that bring depth and charm to The Temple for which initial impressions don’t account.

The Temple boasts many traits and nuances that not only make it a joy to return to, but also help shrink its inflated runtime, yet some areas could still use a trim. At a bloated six-and-a-half minutes, the title track only barely justifies its length with the strength of its guitar work, but would be stronger still with a full minute or so hacked off the first half for brevity. In fact, most of The Temple’s nine tracks toy with that ambitious six-minute barrier. While a vast majority of them don’t feel nearly that long, they all have at least one small grouping of measures that, if culled, wouldn’t detract from the compositions to which they belong (“Weddigen,” “Dark Solitude of the Sea,” “U-29”). Additionally, instrumental intro “Rotter Himmel” adds very little to the whole except to tumble right into the opener proper. At three minutes, it begs either to be nipped, tucked, and integrated into “Weddigen,” or to be cut altogether.

Aside from a spot of bloat, there’s a lot to enjoy in The Temple. It’s a rare kind of classically informed, doom-tinged, mid-paced death metal that grows with every spin. Grond achieved that grower status with their third LP, and it was worth the ten-year wait. It might not be a groundbreaking album, but competes well in its field and pairs very nicely with other Lovecraft-inspired death metal from the likes of Sulphur Aeon or Corpsessed. So if that’s your bag, Grond’s your monster. Choose your vessel, and enter the gate The Temple!

Rating: Very Good
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: ~260 kbps VBR mp3
Label: XTreem Music
Websites: grond.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/grondrus
Releases Worldwide: April 30th, 2026

https://www.europesays.com/uk/847300/ Moon Far Away – Acou Review #2026 #30 #Acou #DarkNeofolk #DeadCanDance #Entertainment #Mar26 #MoonFarAway #music #Nebelhexe #NotMetal #ProphecyProductions #Review #Reviews #RussianMetal #Tenhi #UK #UnitedKingdom

As a fledgling metalhead in the 90s and early 2000s, I spent many a day scouring my local record shop for new, interesting bands and artists due to magazine interviews, reviews, and the occasional word-of-mouth treatment from friends and artists alike. This adventurous time period was responsible for my dalliances and appreciation of the world of neofolk. Between the somber atmospheres of Tenhi and the thriving, teeming music of the late Nebelhexë, it opened up new avenues to explore and bands to check out. With this in mind, I decided to tackle Acou, the fifth album from Russian quartet Moon Far Away, only to realize that they’ve been around since 1994 and this is the first time hearing about (or anything from) them.

Well, at least I got to finally experience their music, as Acou is a fairly enjoyable album with some interesting angles. After a brief interlude, featuring a lone trumpet and some ambient chantings and melodies, the title track kicks off in earnest, showcasing just why Moon Far Away have earned the reputation as “The Russian Dead Can Dance” as the vocal harmonies of multi-instrumentalist Count Ash and his counterpart (and song lead) Leda intertwine during the chorus over a playful bassline from Zhigich and some driving percussion by Victorion, creating a rapturous atmosphere that also plays homage to their Russian roots. Elsewhere, “Steel Light Love” shows off their more Gothic leanings, with Count Ash taking the lead with Leda softly wailing in the background throughout the song’s majority. On these three songs, the band’s artistic strengths shine brilliantly, giving off the impression that this is a neofolk classic for the ages.

Acou by Moon far away

The problem is that there are other songs on here, and some of them pull the proceedings down quite a bit. “17 Years” features an older vocalist1 chant-singing partially off-key for over three minutes. Speaking of off-key, Count Ash’s voice on “Look, the Human Flocks…” keeps to a monotone, often at odds with Leda’s angelic vocals, and the song ends without building up to anything. But the biggest issue lies with “Soulofkey,” which starts off promisingly enough, with a haunting piano melody that burrows into your skull. Still, it keeps burrowing, because other than a few key changes, it just keeps going and going and going for the entirety of the song’s seven-minute runtime, losing all potency and interest.

At least Acou sounds great from a production standpoint. Zhigich’s bass is thick and meaty, and Victorion’s percussion hits with the impact his performances need. Even the traditional instruments, such as the flute and trumpet, all ring with a stark clarity that’s sometimes missing from neofolk music. I just wish the arrangements and performances were a bit tighter overall, because when Acou shines, it’s with a brilliance that few can match, and that’s no mean feat.

And that kills me, as I wanted to like Acou more than I do. When everyone’s on top of their game, Acou is a compelling album that’s teeming with life and vibrancy. But the hiccups on some of the tracks keep my enjoyment tempered, and that’s a shame because Moon Far Away impressed me on their best tracks, and they are giving me a new band to check out in the future. That said, there’s still plenty to like on here, and if you enjoy any of the bands I mentioned above, you could do much worse than what’s on offer here.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Prophecy Productions
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Release Dates: EU: 2026.03.13 | NA: 03.27.2026

As a fledgling metalhead in the 90s and early 2000s, I spent many a day scouring my local record shop for new, interesting bands and artists due to magazine interviews, reviews, and the occasional word-of-mouth treatment from friends and artists alike. This adventurous time period was responsible for my dalliances and appreciation of the world of neofolk. Between the somber atmospheres of Tenhi and the thriving, teeming music of the late Nebelhexë, it opened up new avenues to explore and bands to check out. With this in mind, I decided to tackle Acou, the fifth album from Russian quartet Moon Far Away, only to realize that they’ve been around since 1994 and this is the first time hearing about (or anything from) them.

Well, at least I got to finally experience their music, as Acou is a fairly enjoyable album with some interesting angles. After a brief interlude, featuring a lone trumpet and some ambient chantings and melodies, the title track kicks off in earnest, showcasing just why Moon Far Away have earned the reputation as “The Russian Dead Can Dance” as the vocal harmonies of multi-instrumentalist Count Ash and his counterpart (and song lead) Leda intertwine during the chorus over a playful bassline from Zhigich and some driving percussion by Victorion, creating a rapturous atmosphere that also plays homage to their Russian roots. Elsewhere, “Steel Light Love” shows off their more Gothic leanings, with Count Ash taking the lead with Leda softly wailing in the background throughout the song’s majority. On these three songs, the band’s artistic strengths shine brilliantly, giving off the impression that this is a neofolk classic for the ages.

Acou by Moon far away

The problem is that there are other songs on here, and some of them pull the proceedings down quite a bit. “17 Years” features an older vocalist1 chant-singing partially off-key for over three minutes. Speaking of off-key, Count Ash’s voice on “Look, the Human Flocks…” keeps to a monotone, often at odds with Leda’s angelic vocals, and the song ends without building up to anything. But the biggest issue lies with “Soulofkey,” which starts off promisingly enough, with a haunting piano melody that burrows into your skull. Still, it keeps burrowing, because other than a few key changes, it just keeps going and going and going for the entirety of the song’s seven-minute runtime, losing all potency and interest.

At least Acou sounds great from a production standpoint. Zhigich’s bass is thick and meaty, and Victorion’s percussion hits with the impact his performances need. Even the traditional instruments, such as the flute and trumpet, all ring with a stark clarity that’s sometimes missing from neofolk music. I just wish the arrangements and performances were a bit tighter overall, because when Acou shines, it’s with a brilliance that few can match, and that’s no mean feat.

And that kills me, as I wanted to like Acou more than I do. When everyone’s on top of their game, Acou is a compelling album that’s teeming with life and vibrancy. But the hiccups on some of the tracks keep my enjoyment tempered, and that’s a shame because Moon Far Away impressed me on their best tracks, and they are giving me a new band to check out in the future. That said, there’s still plenty to like on here, and if you enjoy any of the bands I mentioned above, you could do much worse than what’s on offer here.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Prophecy Productions
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Release Dates: EU: 2026.03.13 | NA: 03.27.2026

As a fledgling metalhead in the 90s and early 2000s, I spent many a day scouring my local record shop for new, interesting bands and artists due to magazine interviews, reviews, and the occasional word-of-mouth treatment from friends and artists alike. This adventurous time period was responsible for my dalliances and appreciation of the world of neofolk. Between the somber atmospheres of Tenhi and the thriving, teeming music of the late Nebelhexë, it opened up new avenues to explore and bands to check out. With this in mind, I decided to tackle Acou, the fifth album from Russian quartet Moon Far Away, only to realize that they’ve been around since 1994 and this is the first time hearing about (or anything from) them.

Well, at least I got to finally experience their music, as Acou is a fairly enjoyable album with some interesting angles. After a brief interlude, featuring a lone trumpet and some ambient chantings and melodies, the title track kicks off in earnest, showcasing just why Moon Far Away have earned the reputation as “The Russian Dead Can Dance” as the vocal harmonies of multi-instrumentalist Count Ash and his counterpart (and song lead) Leda intertwine during the chorus over a playful bassline from Zhigich and some driving percussion by Victorion, creating a rapturous atmosphere that also plays homage to their Russian roots. Elsewhere, “Steel Light Love” shows off their more Gothic leanings, with Count Ash taking the lead with Leda softly wailing in the background throughout the song’s majority. On these three songs, the band’s artistic strengths shine brilliantly, giving off the impression that this is a neofolk classic for the ages.

Acou by Moon far away

The problem is that there are other songs on here, and some of them pull the proceedings down quite a bit. “17 Years” features an older vocalist1 chant-singing partially off-key for over three minutes. Speaking of off-key, Count Ash’s voice on “Look, the Human Flocks…” keeps to a monotone, often at odds with Leda’s angelic vocals, and the song ends without building up to anything. But the biggest issue lies with “Soulofkey,” which starts off promisingly enough, with a haunting piano melody that burrows into your skull. Still, it keeps burrowing, because other than a few key changes, it just keeps going and going and going for the entirety of the song’s seven-minute runtime, losing all potency and interest.

At least Acou sounds great from a production standpoint. Zhigich’s bass is thick and meaty, and Victorion’s percussion hits with the impact his performances need. Even the traditional instruments, such as the flute and trumpet, all ring with a stark clarity that’s sometimes missing from neofolk music. I just wish the arrangements and performances were a bit tighter overall, because when Acou shines, it’s with a brilliance that few can match, and that’s no mean feat.

And that kills me, as I wanted to like Acou more than I do. When everyone’s on top of their game, Acou is a compelling album that’s teeming with life and vibrancy. But the hiccups on some of the tracks keep my enjoyment tempered, and that’s a shame because Moon Far Away impressed me on their best tracks, and they are giving me a new band to check out in the future. That said, there’s still plenty to like on here, and if you enjoy any of the bands I mentioned above, you could do much worse than what’s on offer here.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Prophecy Productions
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Release Dates: EU: 2026.03.13 | NA: 03.27.2026

As a fledgling metalhead in the 90s and early 2000s, I spent many a day scouring my local record shop for new, interesting bands and artists due to magazine interviews, reviews, and the occasional word-of-mouth treatment from friends and artists alike. This adventurous time period was responsible for my dalliances and appreciation of the world of neofolk. Between the somber atmospheres of Tenhi and the thriving, teeming music of the late Nebelhexë, it opened up new avenues to explore and bands to check out. With this in mind, I decided to tackle Acou, the fifth album from Russian quartet Moon Far Away, only to realize that they’ve been around since 1994 and this is the first time hearing about (or anything from) them.

Well, at least I got to finally experience their music, as Acou is a fairly enjoyable album with some interesting angles. After a brief interlude, featuring a lone trumpet and some ambient chantings and melodies, the title track kicks off in earnest, showcasing just why Moon Far Away have earned the reputation as “The Russian Dead Can Dance” as the vocal harmonies of multi-instrumentalist Count Ash and his counterpart (and song lead) Leda intertwine during the chorus over a playful bassline from Zhigich and some driving percussion by Victorion, creating a rapturous atmosphere that also plays homage to their Russian roots. Elsewhere, “Steel Light Love” shows off their more Gothic leanings, with Count Ash taking the lead with Leda softly wailing in the background throughout the song’s majority. On these three songs, the band’s artistic strengths shine brilliantly, giving off the impression that this is a neofolk classic for the ages.

Acou by Moon far away

The problem is that there are other songs on here, and some of them pull the proceedings down quite a bit. “17 Years” features an older vocalist1 chant-singing partially off-key for over three minutes. Speaking of off-key, Count Ash’s voice on “Look, the Human Flocks…” keeps to a monotone, often at odds with Leda’s angelic vocals, and the song ends without building up to anything. But the biggest issue lies with “Soulofkey,” which starts off promisingly enough, with a haunting piano melody that burrows into your skull. Still, it keeps burrowing, because other than a few key changes, it just keeps going and going and going for the entirety of the song’s seven-minute runtime, losing all potency and interest.

At least Acou sounds great from a production standpoint. Zhigich’s bass is thick and meaty, and Victorion’s percussion hits with the impact his performances need. Even the traditional instruments, such as the flute and trumpet, all ring with a stark clarity that’s sometimes missing from neofolk music. I just wish the arrangements and performances were a bit tighter overall, because when Acou shines, it’s with a brilliance that few can match, and that’s no mean feat.

And that kills me, as I wanted to like Acou more than I do. When everyone’s on top of their game, Acou is a compelling album that’s teeming with life and vibrancy. But the hiccups on some of the tracks keep my enjoyment tempered, and that’s a shame because Moon Far Away impressed me on their best tracks, and they are giving me a new band to check out in the future. That said, there’s still plenty to like on here, and if you enjoy any of the bands I mentioned above, you could do much worse than what’s on offer here.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Prophecy Productions
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Release Dates: EU: 2026.03.13 | NA: 03.27.2026

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In 2019, I accidentally stumbled upon St. Petersburg’s wacko dark cabaret metal freaks Tardigrade Inferno’s debut Mastermind, depicting an adorable evil water bear as mascot. You can imagine that I was immediately hooked. Their legitimately heavy riffs and whimsical songwriting kept me coming back for more when Burn the Circus dropped four years later. That release doubled down on original material backed by a more focused metallic spirit, and all the better for it. Initially, it sounded like third installment, Hush picked up right where Burn left off. However, gone is my beloved little tardigrade. What could this mean?

While Tardigrade Inferno’s sonic formula remains largely the same as it was on Burn the Circus—albeit with the addition of accordions and kazoos and one very unexpected burst of blast beats (“I Am Eternal”)—it’s clear that they moved away from their titular character on Hush. A darkness follows that disappearance, reflected in the dour and morbid attitudes imparted throughout Hush’s 45 minutes (“Dead Fish Smile”). Absent the maniacal main character that gave Tardigrade Inferno’s music life, direction, and purpose, Hush’s storytelling feels aimless and shallow. Thankfully, those trusty hooks, bouncy riffs, and infectious choruses entertained me just enough as I navigated through an uncomfortable grieving period for the Tardigrade Inferno I once cherished.

Hush by Tardigrade Inferno

After a time, I felt ready to embrace Hush, knowing it wasn’t going to offer the same wacky storyline as previous records spun. However, I never escaped my disappointment that Tardigrade Inferno chose an album of vignettes, pulling from a wide gamut of fairy tales and ubiquitous monsters, as their solution. Cuts like “Deadly Fairytales” and “Goor” hammer that generic storytelling home musically as well, though there are small moments in each that make for a great idea or an ear-catching setup (see the howling vox and silent rests in “Goor”). Others like “All in Your Head” and “I.C.D.,” in contrast, expound upon the natural horrors that plague the human mind in the real world. While that topic works quite well in metal writ large, Tardigrade Inferno don’t sell it with the same compelling gravity or subversion as other acts who adopt this exuberant cabaret influence (like Pensees Nocturne or Sanguine Glacialis). Consequently, Hush lacks substance and excitement for a good chunk of its duration.

However, there are a number of cool ideas, new tricks, and fun details found here that Tardigrade Inferno could, and should, take advantage of on future endeavors. The title track is a certified bop, with a bouncy riff backed by fun synths and a sticky chorus that I can’t stop involuntarily repeating. “Subatomic Heist” is a bizarre little number that brims with vibrancy and energy as well, and it’s no surprise that it also calls back to those virtually unkillable microscopic creatures of past installments. Similarly, the proggy and doomy closer “I Am Eternal” foreshadows a tardigrade resurgence inside off-kilter melodies, unorthodox songwriting (for this band, at least), and gorgeous lead guitar work. Naturally, returning to the critters and characters that gave Tardigrade Inferno its primary appeal also gave this song the backbone and direction it needed to feel worthy and interesting. This, in turn, further exemplifies the issues that plague all of the songs on Hush that make no such return.

I’m not normally one to recommend a band revisit past ideas or themes. In fact, I am a firm proponent of a band sticking to their guns and finding their way whenever they make a potentially divisive shift from past work, either musically or thematically. In this case, however, I think killing off their main character and the silliness that came with it—not to mention the dearly missed conceptual storytelling—doomed Tardigrade Inferno’s third outing. Hush isn’t unsalvageable, as it has nifty ideas and some new songwriting tricks and fun instruments that fit well into Tardigrade Inferno’s sound, but it’s missing the direction and compelling arcs that made their first two records successful. My wish for Tardigrade Inferno is therefore to ditch the horror stories and rebuild the circus, for the show must go on!

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: tardigradeinferno.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/tardigradeinfernomusic
Releases Worldwide: March 5th, 2026

In 2019, I accidentally stumbled upon St. Petersburg’s wacko dark cabaret metal freaks Tardigrade Inferno’s debut Mastermind, depicting an adorable evil water bear as mascot. You can imagine that I was immediately hooked. Their legitimately heavy riffs and whimsical songwriting kept me coming back for more when Burn the Circus dropped four years later. That release doubled down on original material backed by a more focused metallic spirit, and all the better for it. Initially, it sounded like third installment, Hush picked up right where Burn left off. However, gone is my beloved little tardigrade. What could this mean?

While Tardigrade Inferno’s sonic formula remains largely the same as it was on Burn the Circus—albeit with the addition of accordions and kazoos and one very unexpected burst of blast beats (“I Am Eternal”)—it’s clear that they moved away from their titular character on Hush. A darkness follows that disappearance, reflected in the dour and morbid attitudes imparted throughout Hush’s 45 minutes (“Dead Fish Smile”). Absent the maniacal main character that gave Tardigrade Inferno’s music life, direction, and purpose, Hush’s storytelling feels aimless and shallow. Thankfully, those trusty hooks, bouncy riffs, and infectious choruses entertained me just enough as I navigated through an uncomfortable grieving period for the Tardigrade Inferno I once cherished.

Hush by Tardigrade Inferno

After a time, I felt ready to embrace Hush, knowing it wasn’t going to offer the same wacky storyline as previous records spun. However, I never escaped my disappointment that Tardigrade Inferno chose an album of vignettes, pulling from a wide gamut of fairy tales and ubiquitous monsters, as their solution. Cuts like “Deadly Fairytales” and “Goor” hammer that generic storytelling home musically as well, though there are small moments in each that make for a great idea or an ear-catching setup (see the howling vox and silent rests in “Goor”). Others like “All in Your Head” and “I.C.D.,” in contrast, expound upon the natural horrors that plague the human mind in the real world. While that topic works quite well in metal writ large, Tardigrade Inferno don’t sell it with the same compelling gravity or subversion as other acts who adopt this exuberant cabaret influence (like Pensees Nocturne or Sanguine Glacialis). Consequently, Hush lacks substance and excitement for a good chunk of its duration.

However, there are a number of cool ideas, new tricks, and fun details found here that Tardigrade Inferno could, and should, take advantage of on future endeavors. The title track is a certified bop, with a bouncy riff backed by fun synths and a sticky chorus that I can’t stop involuntarily repeating. “Subatomic Heist” is a bizarre little number that brims with vibrancy and energy as well, and it’s no surprise that it also calls back to those virtually unkillable microscopic creatures of past installments. Similarly, the proggy and doomy closer “I Am Eternal” foreshadows a tardigrade resurgence inside off-kilter melodies, unorthodox songwriting (for this band, at least), and gorgeous lead guitar work. Naturally, returning to the critters and characters that gave Tardigrade Inferno its primary appeal also gave this song the backbone and direction it needed to feel worthy and interesting. This, in turn, further exemplifies the issues that plague all of the songs on Hush that make no such return.

I’m not normally one to recommend a band revisit past ideas or themes. In fact, I am a firm proponent of a band sticking to their guns and finding their way whenever they make a potentially divisive shift from past work, either musically or thematically. In this case, however, I think killing off their main character and the silliness that came with it—not to mention the dearly missed conceptual storytelling—doomed Tardigrade Inferno’s third outing. Hush isn’t unsalvageable, as it has nifty ideas and some new songwriting tricks and fun instruments that fit well into Tardigrade Inferno’s sound, but it’s missing the direction and compelling arcs that made their first two records successful. My wish for Tardigrade Inferno is therefore to ditch the horror stories and rebuild the circus, for the show must go on!

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: tardigradeinferno.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/tardigradeinfernomusic
Releases Worldwide: March 5th, 2026

In 2019, I accidentally stumbled upon St. Petersburg’s wacko dark cabaret metal freaks Tardigrade Inferno’s debut Mastermind, depicting an adorable evil water bear as mascot. You can imagine that I was immediately hooked. Their legitimately heavy riffs and whimsical songwriting kept me coming back for more when Burn the Circus dropped four years later. That release doubled down on original material backed by a more focused metallic spirit, and all the better for it. Initially, it sounded like third installment, Hush picked up right where Burn left off. However, gone is my beloved little tardigrade. What could this mean?

While Tardigrade Inferno’s sonic formula remains largely the same as it was on Burn the Circus—albeit with the addition of accordions and kazoos and one very unexpected burst of blast beats (“I Am Eternal”)—it’s clear that they moved away from their titular character on Hush. A darkness follows that disappearance, reflected in the dour and morbid attitudes imparted throughout Hush’s 45 minutes (“Dead Fish Smile”). Absent the maniacal main character that gave Tardigrade Inferno’s music life, direction, and purpose, Hush’s storytelling feels aimless and shallow. Thankfully, those trusty hooks, bouncy riffs, and infectious choruses entertained me just enough as I navigated through an uncomfortable grieving period for the Tardigrade Inferno I once cherished.

Hush by Tardigrade Inferno

After a time, I felt ready to embrace Hush, knowing it wasn’t going to offer the same wacky storyline as previous records spun. However, I never escaped my disappointment that Tardigrade Inferno chose an album of vignettes, pulling from a wide gamut of fairy tales and ubiquitous monsters, as their solution. Cuts like “Deadly Fairytales” and “Goor” hammer that generic storytelling home musically as well, though there are small moments in each that make for a great idea or an ear-catching setup (see the howling vox and silent rests in “Goor”). Others like “All in Your Head” and “I.C.D.,” in contrast, expound upon the natural horrors that plague the human mind in the real world. While that topic works quite well in metal writ large, Tardigrade Inferno don’t sell it with the same compelling gravity or subversion as other acts who adopt this exuberant cabaret influence (like Pensees Nocturne or Sanguine Glacialis). Consequently, Hush lacks substance and excitement for a good chunk of its duration.

However, there are a number of cool ideas, new tricks, and fun details found here that Tardigrade Inferno could, and should, take advantage of on future endeavors. The title track is a certified bop, with a bouncy riff backed by fun synths and a sticky chorus that I can’t stop involuntarily repeating. “Subatomic Heist” is a bizarre little number that brims with vibrancy and energy as well, and it’s no surprise that it also calls back to those virtually unkillable microscopic creatures of past installments. Similarly, the proggy and doomy closer “I Am Eternal” foreshadows a tardigrade resurgence inside off-kilter melodies, unorthodox songwriting (for this band, at least), and gorgeous lead guitar work. Naturally, returning to the critters and characters that gave Tardigrade Inferno its primary appeal also gave this song the backbone and direction it needed to feel worthy and interesting. This, in turn, further exemplifies the issues that plague all of the songs on Hush that make no such return.

I’m not normally one to recommend a band revisit past ideas or themes. In fact, I am a firm proponent of a band sticking to their guns and finding their way whenever they make a potentially divisive shift from past work, either musically or thematically. In this case, however, I think killing off their main character and the silliness that came with it—not to mention the dearly missed conceptual storytelling—doomed Tardigrade Inferno’s third outing. Hush isn’t unsalvageable, as it has nifty ideas and some new songwriting tricks and fun instruments that fit well into Tardigrade Inferno’s sound, but it’s missing the direction and compelling arcs that made their first two records successful. My wish for Tardigrade Inferno is therefore to ditch the horror stories and rebuild the circus, for the show must go on!

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: tardigradeinferno.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/tardigradeinfernomusic
Releases Worldwide: March 5th, 2026

In 2019, I accidentally stumbled upon St. Petersburg’s wacko dark cabaret metal freaks Tardigrade Inferno’s debut Mastermind, depicting an adorable evil water bear as mascot. You can imagine that I was immediately hooked. Their legitimately heavy riffs and whimsical songwriting kept me coming back for more when Burn the Circus dropped four years later. That release doubled down on original material backed by a more focused metallic spirit, and all the better for it. Initially, it sounded like third installment, Hush picked up right where Burn left off. However, gone is my beloved little tardigrade. What could this mean?

While Tardigrade Inferno’s sonic formula remains largely the same as it was on Burn the Circus—albeit with the addition of accordions and kazoos and one very unexpected burst of blast beats (“I Am Eternal”)—it’s clear that they moved away from their titular character on Hush. A darkness follows that disappearance, reflected in the dour and morbid attitudes imparted throughout Hush’s 45 minutes (“Dead Fish Smile”). Absent the maniacal main character that gave Tardigrade Inferno’s music life, direction, and purpose, Hush’s storytelling feels aimless and shallow. Thankfully, those trusty hooks, bouncy riffs, and infectious choruses entertained me just enough as I navigated through an uncomfortable grieving period for the Tardigrade Inferno I once cherished.

Hush by Tardigrade Inferno

After a time, I felt ready to embrace Hush, knowing it wasn’t going to offer the same wacky storyline as previous records spun. However, I never escaped my disappointment that Tardigrade Inferno chose an album of vignettes, pulling from a wide gamut of fairy tales and ubiquitous monsters, as their solution. Cuts like “Deadly Fairytales” and “Goor” hammer that generic storytelling home musically as well, though there are small moments in each that make for a great idea or an ear-catching setup (see the howling vox and silent rests in “Goor”). Others like “All in Your Head” and “I.C.D.,” in contrast, expound upon the natural horrors that plague the human mind in the real world. While that topic works quite well in metal writ large, Tardigrade Inferno don’t sell it with the same compelling gravity or subversion as other acts who adopt this exuberant cabaret influence (like Pensees Nocturne or Sanguine Glacialis). Consequently, Hush lacks substance and excitement for a good chunk of its duration.

However, there are a number of cool ideas, new tricks, and fun details found here that Tardigrade Inferno could, and should, take advantage of on future endeavors. The title track is a certified bop, with a bouncy riff backed by fun synths and a sticky chorus that I can’t stop involuntarily repeating. “Subatomic Heist” is a bizarre little number that brims with vibrancy and energy as well, and it’s no surprise that it also calls back to those virtually unkillable microscopic creatures of past installments. Similarly, the proggy and doomy closer “I Am Eternal” foreshadows a tardigrade resurgence inside off-kilter melodies, unorthodox songwriting (for this band, at least), and gorgeous lead guitar work. Naturally, returning to the critters and characters that gave Tardigrade Inferno its primary appeal also gave this song the backbone and direction it needed to feel worthy and interesting. This, in turn, further exemplifies the issues that plague all of the songs on Hush that make no such return.

I’m not normally one to recommend a band revisit past ideas or themes. In fact, I am a firm proponent of a band sticking to their guns and finding their way whenever they make a potentially divisive shift from past work, either musically or thematically. In this case, however, I think killing off their main character and the silliness that came with it—not to mention the dearly missed conceptual storytelling—doomed Tardigrade Inferno’s third outing. Hush isn’t unsalvageable, as it has nifty ideas and some new songwriting tricks and fun instruments that fit well into Tardigrade Inferno’s sound, but it’s missing the direction and compelling arcs that made their first two records successful. My wish for Tardigrade Inferno is therefore to ditch the horror stories and rebuild the circus, for the show must go on!

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self-Released
Websites: tardigradeinferno.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/tardigradeinfernomusic
Releases Worldwide: March 5th, 2026

One of the biggest challenges I’ve encountered as a music reviewer is trying to describe a band’s musical aesthetic when their discography is all over the place. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Blut Aus Nord, and you would be correct, but at least there’s an intangible thread connecting the various gnarled branches to their undulating, pulsing roots. Vaarwel, the mastermind and sole proprietor of Russia’s Frozen Ocean, takes his project to where it needs to be, and how he feels it should be delivered, musically. Over the course of 11 albums, as well as various EPs and splits, Frozen Ocean follows their own muse, without any musical correlation between them. It’s a big toss-up what you’re going to get per release, and I can’t help but respect the hell out of that.

I just wish it connected with me as well as The Prowess of Dormition did. Whereas Dormition was melodic black metal with a trip-hop undercurrent, Askdrömmar instead flirts with DSBM, rubbing shoulders with a trippier Lifelover bent. Opener “Mangata” leads off with some ambiance before a simple repeated melody takes over, followed by simplistic programmed drums, and finally other instrumentation. Vaarwel adopts more of a black metal rasp this time around, and just as the song starts to go somewhere, everything fades out, and you hear a sample of a young woman talking. Believing this would build to something, it instead leads into “Bortkastade dödsrunor,” the following track… which leads off with another sample.

The majority of what follows is a “wash-rinse-repeat” cycle among the remaining eight tracks, as they all follow a particular pattern: either a sample or piano twinkling, followed by a riff that’s more than a little reminiscent of mid-era Katatonia (“Kottkvam”), an atmospheric moment that sounds like a tremendous build-up that only goes back to the main riff, and then a sudden ending. Things start to get interesting when “Långt lopp genom mörkret” arrives, with its hyperactive keyboards and lively, energetic rhythms, but that’s track #8 of a nine-track album, and that’s just too far in the tracklisting to turn the ship around. Up until then, it’s just too formulaic and repetitive to leave a lasting mark.

The production also doesn’t help matters any, as it’s squashed and flat. The programmed drums sound like they were mixed a bit too far back, whereas the guitars, keyboards, and vocals are in-your-face, and those sound compressed within an inch of their existences. The biggest hurdle of this album lies in its conception and how it ties in with the Frozen Ocean discography. As a fan of Blut Aus Nord, I know mainman Vindsval will write whatever the fuck he feels like, and because of that, BaN’s discography runs the gamut of sounds and styles. However, the big difference is that you can still hear it’s BaN. Vaarwel doesn’t quite have that distinction when it comes to his music, as his releases are so spread out style- and quality-wise that it’s tough to find an underlying thread connecting any of it.

And that sucks to type, because I remember being impressed by The Prowess of Dormition when it released almost a decade ago. While I wasn’t expecting a repeat of that EP, I also wasn’t expecting to be bored by what’s on offer here. Vaarwel is a talented musician with great ideas, but I’m waiting for those ideas to land. With Askdrömmar, I will continue waiting.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 319 kbps mp3
Label: Apocalyptic Witchcraft
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: February 13th, 2026

One of the biggest challenges I’ve encountered as a music reviewer is trying to describe a band’s musical aesthetic when their discography is all over the place. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Blut Aus Nord, and you would be correct, but at least there’s an intangible thread connecting the various gnarled branches to their undulating, pulsing roots. Vaarwel, the mastermind and sole proprietor of Russia’s Frozen Ocean, takes his project to where it needs to be, and how he feels it should be delivered, musically. Over the course of 11 albums, as well as various EPs and splits, Frozen Ocean follows their own muse, without any musical correlation between them. It’s a big toss-up what you’re going to get per release, and I can’t help but respect the hell out of that.

I just wish it connected with me as well as The Prowess of Dormition did. Whereas Dormition was melodic black metal with a trip-hop undercurrent, Askdrömmar instead flirts with DSBM, rubbing shoulders with a trippier Lifelover bent. Opener “Mangata” leads off with some ambiance before a simple repeated melody takes over, followed by simplistic programmed drums, and finally other instrumentation. Vaarwel adopts more of a black metal rasp this time around, and just as the song starts to go somewhere, everything fades out, and you hear a sample of a young woman talking. Believing this would build to something, it instead leads into “Bortkastade dödsrunor,” the following track… which leads off with another sample.

The majority of what follows is a “wash-rinse-repeat” cycle among the remaining eight tracks, as they all follow a particular pattern: either a sample or piano twinkling, followed by a riff that’s more than a little reminiscent of mid-era Katatonia (“Kottkvam”), an atmospheric moment that sounds like a tremendous build-up that only goes back to the main riff, and then a sudden ending. Things start to get interesting when “Långt lopp genom mörkret” arrives, with its hyperactive keyboards and lively, energetic rhythms, but that’s track #8 of a nine-track album, and that’s just too far in the tracklisting to turn the ship around. Up until then, it’s just too formulaic and repetitive to leave a lasting mark.

The production also doesn’t help matters any, as it’s squashed and flat. The programmed drums sound like they were mixed a bit too far back, whereas the guitars, keyboards, and vocals are in-your-face, and those sound compressed within an inch of their existences. The biggest hurdle of this album lies in its conception and how it ties in with the Frozen Ocean discography. As a fan of Blut Aus Nord, I know mainman Vindsval will write whatever the fuck he feels like, and because of that, BaN’s discography runs the gamut of sounds and styles. However, the big difference is that you can still hear it’s BaN. Vaarwel doesn’t quite have that distinction when it comes to his music, as his releases are so spread out style- and quality-wise that it’s tough to find an underlying thread connecting any of it.

And that sucks to type, because I remember being impressed by The Prowess of Dormition when it released almost a decade ago. While I wasn’t expecting a repeat of that EP, I also wasn’t expecting to be bored by what’s on offer here. Vaarwel is a talented musician with great ideas, but I’m waiting for those ideas to land. With Askdrömmar, I will continue waiting.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 319 kbps mp3
Label: Apocalyptic Witchcraft
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: February 13th, 2026

One of the biggest challenges I’ve encountered as a music reviewer is trying to describe a band’s musical aesthetic when their discography is all over the place. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Blut Aus Nord, and you would be correct, but at least there’s an intangible thread connecting the various gnarled branches to their undulating, pulsing roots. Vaarwel, the mastermind and sole proprietor of Russia’s Frozen Ocean, takes his project to where it needs to be, and how he feels it should be delivered, musically. Over the course of 11 albums, as well as various EPs and splits, Frozen Ocean follows their own muse, without any musical correlation between them. It’s a big toss-up what you’re going to get per release, and I can’t help but respect the hell out of that.

I just wish it connected with me as well as The Prowess of Dormition did. Whereas Dormition was melodic black metal with a trip-hop undercurrent, Askdrömmar instead flirts with DSBM, rubbing shoulders with a trippier Lifelover bent. Opener “Mangata” leads off with some ambiance before a simple repeated melody takes over, followed by simplistic programmed drums, and finally other instrumentation. Vaarwel adopts more of a black metal rasp this time around, and just as the song starts to go somewhere, everything fades out, and you hear a sample of a young woman talking. Believing this would build to something, it instead leads into “Bortkastade dödsrunor,” the following track… which leads off with another sample.

The majority of what follows is a “wash-rinse-repeat” cycle among the remaining eight tracks, as they all follow a particular pattern: either a sample or piano twinkling, followed by a riff that’s more than a little reminiscent of mid-era Katatonia (“Kottkvam”), an atmospheric moment that sounds like a tremendous build-up that only goes back to the main riff, and then a sudden ending. Things start to get interesting when “Långt lopp genom mörkret” arrives, with its hyperactive keyboards and lively, energetic rhythms, but that’s track #8 of a nine-track album, and that’s just too far in the tracklisting to turn the ship around. Up until then, it’s just too formulaic and repetitive to leave a lasting mark.

The production also doesn’t help matters any, as it’s squashed and flat. The programmed drums sound like they were mixed a bit too far back, whereas the guitars, keyboards, and vocals are in-your-face, and those sound compressed within an inch of their existences. The biggest hurdle of this album lies in its conception and how it ties in with the Frozen Ocean discography. As a fan of Blut Aus Nord, I know mainman Vindsval will write whatever the fuck he feels like, and because of that, BaN’s discography runs the gamut of sounds and styles. However, the big difference is that you can still hear it’s BaN. Vaarwel doesn’t quite have that distinction when it comes to his music, as his releases are so spread out style- and quality-wise that it’s tough to find an underlying thread connecting any of it.

And that sucks to type, because I remember being impressed by The Prowess of Dormition when it released almost a decade ago. While I wasn’t expecting a repeat of that EP, I also wasn’t expecting to be bored by what’s on offer here. Vaarwel is a talented musician with great ideas, but I’m waiting for those ideas to land. With Askdrömmar, I will continue waiting.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 319 kbps mp3
Label: Apocalyptic Witchcraft
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: February 13th, 2026

One of the biggest challenges I’ve encountered as a music reviewer is trying to describe a band’s musical aesthetic when their discography is all over the place. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Blut Aus Nord, and you would be correct, but at least there’s an intangible thread connecting the various gnarled branches to their undulating, pulsing roots. Vaarwel, the mastermind and sole proprietor of Russia’s Frozen Ocean, takes his project to where it needs to be, and how he feels it should be delivered, musically. Over the course of 11 albums, as well as various EPs and splits, Frozen Ocean follows their own muse, without any musical correlation between them. It’s a big toss-up what you’re going to get per release, and I can’t help but respect the hell out of that.

I just wish it connected with me as well as The Prowess of Dormition did. Whereas Dormition was melodic black metal with a trip-hop undercurrent, Askdrömmar instead flirts with DSBM, rubbing shoulders with a trippier Lifelover bent. Opener “Mangata” leads off with some ambiance before a simple repeated melody takes over, followed by simplistic programmed drums, and finally other instrumentation. Vaarwel adopts more of a black metal rasp this time around, and just as the song starts to go somewhere, everything fades out, and you hear a sample of a young woman talking. Believing this would build to something, it instead leads into “Bortkastade dödsrunor,” the following track… which leads off with another sample.

The majority of what follows is a “wash-rinse-repeat” cycle among the remaining eight tracks, as they all follow a particular pattern: either a sample or piano twinkling, followed by a riff that’s more than a little reminiscent of mid-era Katatonia (“Kottkvam”), an atmospheric moment that sounds like a tremendous build-up that only goes back to the main riff, and then a sudden ending. Things start to get interesting when “Långt lopp genom mörkret” arrives, with its hyperactive keyboards and lively, energetic rhythms, but that’s track #8 of a nine-track album, and that’s just too far in the tracklisting to turn the ship around. Up until then, it’s just too formulaic and repetitive to leave a lasting mark.

The production also doesn’t help matters any, as it’s squashed and flat. The programmed drums sound like they were mixed a bit too far back, whereas the guitars, keyboards, and vocals are in-your-face, and those sound compressed within an inch of their existences. The biggest hurdle of this album lies in its conception and how it ties in with the Frozen Ocean discography. As a fan of Blut Aus Nord, I know mainman Vindsval will write whatever the fuck he feels like, and because of that, BaN’s discography runs the gamut of sounds and styles. However, the big difference is that you can still hear it’s BaN. Vaarwel doesn’t quite have that distinction when it comes to his music, as his releases are so spread out style- and quality-wise that it’s tough to find an underlying thread connecting any of it.

And that sucks to type, because I remember being impressed by The Prowess of Dormition when it released almost a decade ago. While I wasn’t expecting a repeat of that EP, I also wasn’t expecting to be bored by what’s on offer here. Vaarwel is a talented musician with great ideas, but I’m waiting for those ideas to land. With Askdrömmar, I will continue waiting.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 319 kbps mp3
Label: Apocalyptic Witchcraft
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: February 13th, 2026

This week's #ThursDeath is the excellent new debut EP that Saint Petersburg, Russia's PUTRID REQUIEM just put out a couple weeks ago, 'Engulfed in Rot... You Lay'. This is a crusty, grody, growly and surprisingly dynamic and tight ripper with a dark, OSDM feel. And the last track is a Mortician cover. What else could you ask for.

https://putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/album/engulfed-in-rot-you-lay

#metal #DeathMetal #OSDM #RussianMetal #SaintPetersburg #RussianBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @umrk @lola

This week's #ThursDeath is the excellent new debut EP that Saint Petersburg, Russia's PUTRID REQUIEM just put out a couple weeks ago, 'Engulfed in Rot... You Lay'. This is a crusty, grody, growly and surprisingly dynamic and tight ripper with a dark, OSDM feel. And the last track is a Mortician cover. What else could you ask for.

https://putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/album/engulfed-in-rot-you-lay

#metal #DeathMetal #OSDM #RussianMetal #SaintPetersburg #RussianBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @umrk @lola

This week's #ThursDeath is the excellent new debut EP that Saint Petersburg, Russia's PUTRID REQUIEM just put out a couple weeks ago, 'Engulfed in Rot... You Lay'. This is a crusty, grody, growly and surprisingly dynamic and tight ripper with a dark, OSDM feel. And the last track is a Mortician cover. What else could you ask for.

https://putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/album/engulfed-in-rot-you-lay

#metal #DeathMetal #OSDM #RussianMetal #SaintPetersburg #RussianBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @umrk @lola

This week's #ThursDeath is the excellent new debut EP that Saint Petersburg, Russia's PUTRID REQUIEM just put out a couple weeks ago, 'Engulfed in Rot... You Lay'. This is a crusty, grody, growly and surprisingly dynamic and tight ripper with a dark, OSDM feel. And the last track is a Mortician cover. What else could you ask for.

https://putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/album/engulfed-in-rot-you-lay

#metal #DeathMetal #OSDM #RussianMetal #SaintPetersburg #RussianBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @umrk @lola

#ThursDeath this week is one I've been listening to a lot of, the new LP 'Desire for Murder' by Russia's NECROGENESIS. This one chugs and rips and has a lot of great dynamics, especially for death metal- there's a bit of brutal death on it sometimes, a black metal vocal or two for emphasis here and there, some great guitar and drum work. Give this one a listen-- it's a wild ride.

https://coyoterecords.bandcamp.com/album/desire-for-murder

#metal #DeathMetal #RussianMetal #RussianBands #2025Albums #2025Records @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @BlackenedGreen @lola @umrk @Kitty

#ThursDeath this week is one I've been listening to a lot of, the new LP 'Desire for Murder' by Russia's NECROGENESIS. This one chugs and rips and has a lot of great dynamics, especially for death metal- there's a bit of brutal death on it sometimes, a black metal vocal or two for emphasis here and there, some great guitar and drum work. Give this one a listen-- it's a wild ride.

https://coyoterecords.bandcamp.com/album/desire-for-murder

#metal #DeathMetal #RussianMetal #RussianBands #2025Albums #2025Records @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @BlackenedGreen @lola @umrk @Kitty

#ThursDeath this week is one I've been listening to a lot of, the new LP 'Desire for Murder' by Russia's NECROGENESIS. This one chugs and rips and has a lot of great dynamics, especially for death metal- there's a bit of brutal death on it sometimes, a black metal vocal or two for emphasis here and there, some great guitar and drum work. Give this one a listen-- it's a wild ride.

https://coyoterecords.bandcamp.com/album/desire-for-murder

#metal #DeathMetal #RussianMetal #RussianBands #2025Albums #2025Records @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @BlackenedGreen @lola @umrk @Kitty

#ThursDeath this week is one I've been listening to a lot of, the new LP 'Desire for Murder' by Russia's NECROGENESIS. This one chugs and rips and has a lot of great dynamics, especially for death metal- there's a bit of brutal death on it sometimes, a black metal vocal or two for emphasis here and there, some great guitar and drum work. Give this one a listen-- it's a wild ride.

https://coyoterecords.bandcamp.com/album/desire-for-murder

#metal #DeathMetal #RussianMetal #RussianBands #2025Albums #2025Records @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @BlackenedGreen @lola @umrk @Kitty

Grima – Nightside Review

By Carcharodon

Siberia’s Grima and I are old friends. Even though I only managed to snaffle reviewing rights on their last outing, 2022’s Frostbitten, each of their three releases since I started my indeterminate sentence here at AMG Industries has made my year-end Lists. From the raw, folksy, accordion-driven black metal charms of Will of the Primordial (2019), through the more grandiose (if ever so slightly tropey) atmoblack of Rotten Garden (2021) to pick-of-the-pack Frostbitten, Grima has my number. Keeping runtimes tight (apart from their 2015 debut, always in that 43-48 minute sweetspot), accordions high and temperatures close to absolute zero, brothers Vilhelm and Morbius (also of Second to Sun1) just know how to construct great albums. Since we last saw them, however, Grima has moved away from the great black metal label Naturmacht Productions, to join Napalm Records. While no doubt very good for the band, and deserved recognition of their labors, this left me doing infuriating battle with Napalm’s stream-only version of latest outing, Nightside. Have the repeated pauses and refusals to play2 dented my enjoyment?

At this point, it feels like Grima’s songwriting is quite deliberate. That may feel like an odd thing to say. Isn’t songwriting always deliberate? Well, yes. And no. Perhaps “reflective” would be a better descriptor. What I mean is that it seems like the brothers take time to digest their last work before tweaking the dials to lock in what worked while refining other parts. We saw the ‘atmoblack’ dial being cranked for Rotten Garden, while it was nudged back down again and the ‘speed’ knob twizzled for Frostbitten. For Nightside, the dial marked “accordion/bayan” has had a damn good thrashing (courtesy of Sergey Pastukh, once again) and, if there were an adjustment labelled “urgency,” that has also hit 11. Nightside feels vibrant, alive and dripping atmosphere (“The Nightside”), with guest drummer Vlad in propulsive gear (“Beyond the Dark Horizon”), while Vilhelm and Morbius’ dual guitar attack channels every crystalline, hoarfrost encrusted tremolo we could want (“Where We Are Lost”).

Taking everything that was great about Frostbitten, Grima has circled back to sweep up some of the more traditional influences on Will of the Primordial, combining them with liquid smooth pacing that shifts perfectly track to track. It seems unnecessary at this point to note that Vilhelm’s harsh vox are among the best black metal rasps available today, marshalling the iciest of tundra winds to shred your eardrums. On “Impending Death Premonition” and “Curse of the Void,” he is joined by guests Savely Nevzorov and Ilya Panyuko, who contribute deep, clean backing vocals that elevate the sound further. Echoing this vocal feel, in the slower moments of Nightside, there’s something teetering on the edge of a symphonic doom sound (the opening to “Flight of the Silver Storm” and mid-sections of “Skull Gatherers”). While, in the faster passages (including the accordion … riff? … that rears up during instrumental “Intro (Cult)”), there is a sort of rabid intensity that hits peak Grima (front half of “The Nightside” and back half of next track “Where we are Lost,” forming a great arc).

Mixed and mastered, as before, by Second to Sun guitarist Vladimir Lehtinen, Grima sound just as good on Nightside as they did on Frostbitten (subject to the caveats around only having a stream, yada yada, etc.). The guitars are quite forward in the mix but their crystalline tone means they don’t dominate, while the accordion is given a lot of space to do its wonderful thing. Vilhelm’s vocals are well-balanced and cut through like the proverbial icy wind, giving the whole an extra bite. Grima’s songwriting continues to progress, and Nightside feels like the most nuanced and best-paced outing to date. If I have one criticism of this record, it’s that I’d like it to just go a little harder in a few places. The one-two of mid-album cuts “The Nightside” and “Where we are Lost” is some of, if not the, best material Grima has ever written, and that is because they go hard.

So, did the stream ruin Nightside for me? Well, no, but it tried its bloody hardest. And I do think that, if I’d been able to enjoy this record’s obvious flow without it constantly stopping, refusing to play, and so on, the score could have been even higher than it is. While that may see Steel celebrating, and I hope the new deal serves Grima well, I don’t know why it’s so hard for labels—if they insist on sharing stream-only promo—to make those streams, I don’t know how to put this, um, work? Since it tends to be higher profile bands that are impacted by this, the labels are only harming their most valuable assets.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream only
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: grima.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/grimablackmetal
Releases Worldwide: February 28th, 2025

#2025 #40 #AtmosphericBlackMetal #BlackMetal #Feb25 #FolkMetal #Grima #NapalmRecords #Nightside #Review #Reviews #RussianMetal #SecondToSun

Grima – Nightside Review

By Carcharodon

Siberia’s Grima and I are old friends. Even though I only managed to snaffle reviewing rights on their last outing, 2022’s Frostbitten, each of their three releases since I started my indeterminate sentence here at AMG Industries has made my year-end Lists. From the raw, folksy, accordion-driven black metal charms of Will of the Primordial (2019), through the more grandiose (if ever so slightly tropey) atmoblack of Rotten Garden (2021) to pick-of-the-pack Frostbitten, Grima has my number. Keeping runtimes tight (apart from their 2015 debut, always in that 43-48 minute sweetspot), accordions high and temperatures close to absolute zero, brothers Vilhelm and Morbius (also of Second to Sun1) just know how to construct great albums. Since we last saw them, however, Grima has moved away from the great black metal label Naturmacht Productions, to join Napalm Records. While no doubt very good for the band, and deserved recognition of their labors, this left me doing infuriating battle with Napalm’s stream-only version of latest outing, Nightside. Have the repeated pauses and refusals to play2 dented my enjoyment?

At this point, it feels like Grima’s songwriting is quite deliberate. That may feel like an odd thing to say. Isn’t songwriting always deliberate? Well, yes. And no. Perhaps “reflective” would be a better descriptor. What I mean is that it seems like the brothers take time to digest their last work before tweaking the dials to lock in what worked while refining other parts. We saw the ‘atmoblack’ dial being cranked for Rotten Garden, while it was nudged back down again and the ‘speed’ knob twizzled for Frostbitten. For Nightside, the dial marked “accordion/bayan” has had a damn good thrashing (courtesy of Sergey Pastukh, once again) and, if there were an adjustment labelled “urgency,” that has also hit 11. Nightside feels vibrant, alive and dripping atmosphere (“The Nightside”), with guest drummer Vlad in propulsive gear (“Beyond the Dark Horizon”), while Vilhelm and Morbius’ dual guitar attack channels every crystalline, hoarfrost encrusted tremolo we could want (“Where We Are Lost”).

Taking everything that was great about Frostbitten, Grima has circled back to sweep up some of the more traditional influences on Will of the Primordial, combining them with liquid smooth pacing that shifts perfectly track to track. It seems unnecessary at this point to note that Vilhelm’s harsh vox are among the best black metal rasps available today, marshalling the iciest of tundra winds to shred your eardrums. On “Impending Death Premonition” and “Curse of the Void,” he is joined by guests Savely Nevzorov and Ilya Panyuko, who contribute deep, clean backing vocals that elevate the sound further. Echoing this vocal feel, in the slower moments of Nightside, there’s something teetering on the edge of a symphonic doom sound (the opening to “Flight of the Silver Storm” and mid-sections of “Skull Gatherers”). While, in the faster passages (including the accordion … riff? … that rears up during instrumental “Intro (Cult)”), there is a sort of rabid intensity that hits peak Grima (front half of “The Nightside” and back half of next track “Where we are Lost,” forming a great arc).

Mixed and mastered, as before, by Second to Sun guitarist Vladimir Lehtinen, Grima sound just as good on Nightside as they did on Frostbitten (subject to the caveats around only having a stream, yada yada, etc.). The guitars are quite forward in the mix but their crystalline tone means they don’t dominate, while the accordion is given a lot of space to do its wonderful thing. Vilhelm’s vocals are well-balanced and cut through like the proverbial icy wind, giving the whole an extra bite. Grima’s songwriting continues to progress, and Nightside feels like the most nuanced and best-paced outing to date. If I have one criticism of this record, it’s that I’d like it to just go a little harder in a few places. The one-two of mid-album cuts “The Nightside” and “Where we are Lost” is some of, if not the, best material Grima has ever written, and that is because they go hard.

So, did the stream ruin Nightside for me? Well, no, but it tried its bloody hardest. And I do think that, if I’d been able to enjoy this record’s obvious flow without it constantly stopping, refusing to play, and so on, the score could have been even higher than it is. While that may see Steel celebrating, and I hope the new deal serves Grima well, I don’t know why it’s so hard for labels—if they insist on sharing stream-only promo—to make those streams, I don’t know how to put this, um, work? Since it tends to be higher profile bands that are impacted by this, the labels are only harming their most valuable assets.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream only
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: grima.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/grimablackmetal
Releases Worldwide: February 28th, 2025

#2025 #40 #AtmosphericBlackMetal #BlackMetal #Feb25 #FolkMetal #Grima #NapalmRecords #Nightside #Review #Reviews #RussianMetal #SecondToSun

Grima – Nightside Review

By Carcharodon

Siberia’s Grima and I are old friends. Even though I only managed to snaffle reviewing rights on their last outing, 2022’s Frostbitten, each of their three releases since I started my indeterminate sentence here at AMG Industries has made my year-end Lists. From the raw, folksy, accordion-driven black metal charms of Will of the Primordial (2019), through the more grandiose (if ever so slightly tropey) atmoblack of Rotten Garden (2021) to pick-of-the-pack Frostbitten, Grima has my number. Keeping runtimes tight (apart from their 2015 debut, always in that 43-48 minute sweetspot), accordions high and temperatures close to absolute zero, brothers Vilhelm and Morbius (also of Second to Sun1) just know how to construct great albums. Since we last saw them, however, Grima has moved away from the great black metal label Naturmacht Productions, to join Napalm Records. While no doubt very good for the band, and deserved recognition of their labors, this left me doing infuriating battle with Napalm’s stream-only version of latest outing, Nightside. Have the repeated pauses and refusals to play2 dented my enjoyment?

At this point, it feels like Grima’s songwriting is quite deliberate. That may feel like an odd thing to say. Isn’t songwriting always deliberate? Well, yes. And no. Perhaps “reflective” would be a better descriptor. What I mean is that it seems like the brothers take time to digest their last work before tweaking the dials to lock in what worked while refining other parts. We saw the ‘atmoblack’ dial being cranked for Rotten Garden, while it was nudged back down again and the ‘speed’ knob twizzled for Frostbitten. For Nightside, the dial marked “accordion/bayan” has had a damn good thrashing (courtesy of Sergey Pastukh, once again) and, if there were an adjustment labelled “urgency,” that has also hit 11. Nightside feels vibrant, alive and dripping atmosphere (“The Nightside”), with guest drummer Vlad in propulsive gear (“Beyond the Dark Horizon”), while Vilhelm and Morbius’ dual guitar attack channels every crystalline, hoarfrost encrusted tremolo we could want (“Where We Are Lost”).

Taking everything that was great about Frostbitten, Grima has circled back to sweep up some of the more traditional influences on Will of the Primordial, combining them with liquid smooth pacing that shifts perfectly track to track. It seems unnecessary at this point to note that Vilhelm’s harsh vox are among the best black metal rasps available today, marshalling the iciest of tundra winds to shred your eardrums. On “Impending Death Premonition” and “Curse of the Void,” he is joined by guests Savely Nevzorov and Ilya Panyuko, who contribute deep, clean backing vocals that elevate the sound further. Echoing this vocal feel, in the slower moments of Nightside, there’s something teetering on the edge of a symphonic doom sound (the opening to “Flight of the Silver Storm” and mid-sections of “Skull Gatherers”). While, in the faster passages (including the accordion … riff? … that rears up during instrumental “Intro (Cult)”), there is a sort of rabid intensity that hits peak Grima (front half of “The Nightside” and back half of next track “Where we are Lost,” forming a great arc).

Mixed and mastered, as before, by Second to Sun guitarist Vladimir Lehtinen, Grima sound just as good on Nightside as they did on Frostbitten (subject to the caveats around only having a stream, yada yada, etc.). The guitars are quite forward in the mix but their crystalline tone means they don’t dominate, while the accordion is given a lot of space to do its wonderful thing. Vilhelm’s vocals are well-balanced and cut through like the proverbial icy wind, giving the whole an extra bite. Grima’s songwriting continues to progress, and Nightside feels like the most nuanced and best-paced outing to date. If I have one criticism of this record, it’s that I’d like it to just go a little harder in a few places. The one-two of mid-album cuts “The Nightside” and “Where we are Lost” is some of, if not the, best material Grima has ever written, and that is because they go hard.

So, did the stream ruin Nightside for me? Well, no, but it tried its bloody hardest. And I do think that, if I’d been able to enjoy this record’s obvious flow without it constantly stopping, refusing to play, and so on, the score could have been even higher than it is. While that may see Steel celebrating, and I hope the new deal serves Grima well, I don’t know why it’s so hard for labels—if they insist on sharing stream-only promo—to make those streams, I don’t know how to put this, um, work? Since it tends to be higher profile bands that are impacted by this, the labels are only harming their most valuable assets.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream only
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: grima.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/grimablackmetal
Releases Worldwide: February 28th, 2025

#2025 #40 #AtmosphericBlackMetal #BlackMetal #Feb25 #FolkMetal #Grima #NapalmRecords #Nightside #Review #Reviews #RussianMetal #SecondToSun

Pyre – Where Obscurity Sways Review

By Dear Hollow

Swedeath is one of those games I have zero skin in, but its close overlap with hardcore-influenced death metal and death ‘n roll makes that relationship complicated. Like I could not be bothered by Left Hand Path, but Wolverine Blues is a stalwart among my music collection; Bloodbath is regrettably not an act I return to regularly,1 but I consider Black Breath one of those rare successful intersections of grind, death metal, and death ‘n roll. My point is, I don’t know where the line is drawn between these styles but I know I like some of it and then can’t be fussed about the rest of it. With Pyre, the jury’s still out.

Where Obscurity Sways is the Saint Petersburg quartet Pyre’s third full-length, and it wavers between full-on Entombed worship and something resembling Fuming Mouth. Professing a frigidity more closely resembling black metal coursing throughout, Pyre offers chunky riffs, feral vocals, tense tremolo and chuggy shreds, and a bouncy sense of ubiquitous buzzsaw and passages of doomier tempos, alongside a wailing lead guitar whose rip-roaring solos are owed to multiple members’ contributions to the traditional heavy metal sister act Blazing Rust. Pyre throws the kitchen sink at us, blurring the lines between hardcore- and Swedeath-influenced death metal, boasting that black metal chill and no-holds-barred attitude – only for Where Obscurity Sways to go in one ear and out the other.

That’s not to say you won’t swing your fists and break your neck across Where Obscurity Sways. Big groovy meatheaded fun is front and center with Pyre, a monosyllabic approach that’s as effective as its moniker, despite its various experimentalisms. In the sweet spot that finds itself between chunky riffs, wailing leads, and punishing weight at the mercy of the shifting tempos (“Murderous Transcendence,” “Writhing Souls”), the album pumps adrenaline, utilizing sticky chugging riffs as both capitalization of crescendo and simmering burn. When black metal rears its despondent head (“Murderous Transcendence,” “Prognostic of the Apocalypse”), the sound is transported to a cold second-wave atmosphere that it aims for. Composition is precise and effective, as a smart use of shifting tempos and proper utility of punk beats lead to satisfying conclusions of both intensity and doom (“Where Obscurity Sways,” “Pestilential Fumes”). Barked and howled vocals, provided by bassist Dym Nox, land squarely in crusty territory throughout, although the isolated occurrence of death metal gutturals (“From the Stygian Depths”) is a welcome change of pace for Pyre.

Pyre’s monotonal vocals and inconsistent uses of tempos keeps it from achieving its true potential. The Russians run quite similarly into the same issues as Arizona’s deathgrind/death-doom band Thorn, in which the atmosphere and weight is communicated well enough, but nothing more breaks through the surface. Where Obscurity Sways is entirely inconsistent, Pyre’s tracks blur together in monotonous doom sprawls, but then utilize different tricks for each half of the album: the first half weaponizes wailing leads and ominous melodies, while the second dwells entirely in darkened tremolo. Each has its highlights (“Where Obscurity Sways,” “Pestilential Fumes”) and their droning sloggers (“Domains of the Nameless Rites,” “Chanting Ancient Incantations”). While the two instrumental pieces are decent enough to establish a semblance of atmosphere, their motifs are not utilized across the rest of the tracks for it to stick. In true crusty fashion, Pyre saturates its sound into a crusty, HM-2, Swedeath goo, so it’s easy to let the album at large settle into the background.

Apart from “Murderous Transcendence” and “Writhing Souls,” the whole of Where Obscurity Sways hangs out in relatively decent yet ultimately forgettable territory. Somehow Pyre makes the album seem too long even at a very reasonable thirty-six minutes, but when several songs blur together into a featureless expanse, it’s difficult to track. Some tracks are smartly composed, others painfully dull. Despite its attempt to blend Swedeath, hardcore, doom, and black metal, it keeps tripping itself up with inconsistent tempos and motifs. Utilizing more death vocals, sticky chugs, and black metal, Pyre will have a winning formula. As it stands, Where Obscurity Sways stays obscure.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Osmose Productions
Websites: pyredeathmetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/pyredeathmetal
Releases Worldwide: January 31st, 2025

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Pyre – Where Obscurity Sways Review

By Dear Hollow

Swedeath is one of those games I have zero skin in, but its close overlap with hardcore-influenced death metal and death ‘n roll makes that relationship complicated. Like I could not be bothered by Left Hand Path, but Wolverine Blues is a stalwart among my music collection; Bloodbath is regrettably not an act I return to regularly,1 but I consider Black Breath one of those rare successful intersections of grind, death metal, and death ‘n roll. My point is, I don’t know where the line is drawn between these styles but I know I like some of it and then can’t be fussed about the rest of it. With Pyre, the jury’s still out.

Where Obscurity Sways is the Saint Petersburg quartet Pyre’s third full-length, and it wavers between full-on Entombed worship and something resembling Fuming Mouth. Professing a frigidity more closely resembling black metal coursing throughout, Pyre offers chunky riffs, feral vocals, tense tremolo and chuggy shreds, and a bouncy sense of ubiquitous buzzsaw and passages of doomier tempos, alongside a wailing lead guitar whose rip-roaring solos are owed to multiple members’ contributions to the traditional heavy metal sister act Blazing Rust. Pyre throws the kitchen sink at us, blurring the lines between hardcore- and Swedeath-influenced death metal, boasting that black metal chill and no-holds-barred attitude – only for Where Obscurity Sways to go in one ear and out the other.

That’s not to say you won’t swing your fists and break your neck across Where Obscurity Sways. Big groovy meatheaded fun is front and center with Pyre, a monosyllabic approach that’s as effective as its moniker, despite its various experimentalisms. In the sweet spot that finds itself between chunky riffs, wailing leads, and punishing weight at the mercy of the shifting tempos (“Murderous Transcendence,” “Writhing Souls”), the album pumps adrenaline, utilizing sticky chugging riffs as both capitalization of crescendo and simmering burn. When black metal rears its despondent head (“Murderous Transcendence,” “Prognostic of the Apocalypse”), the sound is transported to a cold second-wave atmosphere that it aims for. Composition is precise and effective, as a smart use of shifting tempos and proper utility of punk beats lead to satisfying conclusions of both intensity and doom (“Where Obscurity Sways,” “Pestilential Fumes”). Barked and howled vocals, provided by bassist Dym Nox, land squarely in crusty territory throughout, although the isolated occurrence of death metal gutturals (“From the Stygian Depths”) is a welcome change of pace for Pyre.

Pyre’s monotonal vocals and inconsistent uses of tempos keeps it from achieving its true potential. The Russians run quite similarly into the same issues as Arizona’s deathgrind/death-doom band Thorn, in which the atmosphere and weight is communicated well enough, but nothing more breaks through the surface. Where Obscurity Sways is entirely inconsistent, Pyre’s tracks blur together in monotonous doom sprawls, but then utilize different tricks for each half of the album: the first half weaponizes wailing leads and ominous melodies, while the second dwells entirely in darkened tremolo. Each has its highlights (“Where Obscurity Sways,” “Pestilential Fumes”) and their droning sloggers (“Domains of the Nameless Rites,” “Chanting Ancient Incantations”). While the two instrumental pieces are decent enough to establish a semblance of atmosphere, their motifs are not utilized across the rest of the tracks for it to stick. In true crusty fashion, Pyre saturates its sound into a crusty, HM-2, Swedeath goo, so it’s easy to let the album at large settle into the background.

Apart from “Murderous Transcendence” and “Writhing Souls,” the whole of Where Obscurity Sways hangs out in relatively decent yet ultimately forgettable territory. Somehow Pyre makes the album seem too long even at a very reasonable thirty-six minutes, but when several songs blur together into a featureless expanse, it’s difficult to track. Some tracks are smartly composed, others painfully dull. Despite its attempt to blend Swedeath, hardcore, doom, and black metal, it keeps tripping itself up with inconsistent tempos and motifs. Utilizing more death vocals, sticky chugs, and black metal, Pyre will have a winning formula. As it stands, Where Obscurity Sways stays obscure.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Osmose Productions
Websites: pyredeathmetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/pyredeathmetal
Releases Worldwide: January 31st, 2025

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This week's bonus #ThursDeath is the new Gosudar 7", 'Eschatological Agony of the Universe'. This one starts with a growly, sludgy 7+ minute track that has great fast/slow dynamics, and then the second track is instrumental-- kinda ambient, with bells? Man, I love Gosudar. They're from Russia and had a great LP in 2021. Always good to hear from these guys. Yet another great one from Rotted Life Records.

https://rottedlife.bandcamp.com/album/eschatological-agony-of-the-universe

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This week's bonus #ThursDeath is the new Gosudar 7", 'Eschatological Agony of the Universe'. This one starts with a growly, sludgy 7+ minute track that has great fast/slow dynamics, and then the second track is instrumental-- kinda ambient, with bells? Man, I love Gosudar. They're from Russia and had a great LP in 2021. Always good to hear from these guys. Yet another great one from Rotted Life Records.

https://rottedlife.bandcamp.com/album/eschatological-agony-of-the-universe

#metal #DeathMetal #Gosudar #RussianMetal #RussianBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @BlackenedGreen @Kitty @umrk

This week's bonus #ThursDeath is the new Gosudar 7", 'Eschatological Agony of the Universe'. This one starts with a growly, sludgy 7+ minute track that has great fast/slow dynamics, and then the second track is instrumental-- kinda ambient, with bells? Man, I love Gosudar. They're from Russia and had a great LP in 2021. Always good to hear from these guys. Yet another great one from Rotted Life Records.

https://rottedlife.bandcamp.com/album/eschatological-agony-of-the-universe

#metal #DeathMetal #Gosudar #RussianMetal #RussianBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @BlackenedGreen @Kitty @umrk

This week's bonus #ThursDeath is the new Gosudar 7", 'Eschatological Agony of the Universe'. This one starts with a growly, sludgy 7+ minute track that has great fast/slow dynamics, and then the second track is instrumental-- kinda ambient, with bells? Man, I love Gosudar. They're from Russia and had a great LP in 2021. Always good to hear from these guys. Yet another great one from Rotted Life Records.

https://rottedlife.bandcamp.com/album/eschatological-agony-of-the-universe

#metal #DeathMetal #Gosudar #RussianMetal #RussianBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @BlackenedGreen @Kitty @umrk

Olhava – Sacrifice Review

By Carcharodon

Russian atmoblack-shoegaze duo Olhava, comprising two-thirds of Trna, has been around since 2016 and already has five full-lengths under their belt. I don’t remember when I first became aware of them but I think I picked up their third record, 2020’s Lagoda, on release. That was a weighty slab of mournful and organic-sounding atmospheric black, which, despite its 71-minute runtime, I enjoyed quite a bit. While I listened to successors Frozen Bloom and Reborn, neither spoke to me much. I think often, for fans of the much trampled-upon atmoblack genre (particularly where it intersects, as Olhava does, with shoegaze), it can be hard to pinpoint why one album works for you and the next is … fine. So much of it depends on the nature and depth of the atmosphere evoked. Clue’s in the title, I guess. So where do Olhava take us on sixth LP, Sacrifice?

Less black metal than Trna, and more evocative synths a la Unreqvited, there is no rushing Olhava. Shimmering soundscapes are what they do, albeit that, where Unreqvited has (at least since 2018’s Mosaic I: L’Amour et L’Ardeur) hints of light and promise in the sound, Olhava is all shades of loss and a sense of hopeless grey. There is also a sense in which, despite there being two intervening LPs, Sacrifice feels like a very deliberate continuation of Lagoda, not least because the “Ageless River” interludes I through V from the latter record, continue onto this one, beginning at “Ageless River VI” and going on to IX. Alternating with the four non-interlude tracks, the “Ageless River”s give a consistent sense of flow, that runs through the record, like a stream through a dark forest. Percussion-free (except for a few sparse beats in “Ageless River IX”), this series focuses on natural, organic sounds and, to a degree, acts as a shoegaze-cleanser between the blackened expressions of loss and hurt that comprise the rest of Sacrifice.

That rest has a sort of ethereal dreaminess to it, which Olhava invites you to get lost in. Andrey Novozhilov’s harsh, rasping vocals surface, sink and resurface again, playing in the middle distance, an additional piece of scenery, rather than a focal point for much of Sacrifice. His work on guitars prioritizes hypnotic repetition and sustained chords over overtly memorable riffs, seeking to gradually infiltrate your consciousness, rather than overwhelm it. Similarly, Timur Yusupov’s work on drums has something of countrymen Grima (on Rotting Garden, particularly) about it, feeling somehow contemplative, despite the heavy use of blasts. The epic “I See Myself in Your Eyes,” at 17 minutes the album’s longest cut, is the highlight, as it shifts through moods, delicate tremolos and synth work, ebbing and flowing alongside drums, which move between deft cymbal work and pounding percussive rhythms.

There is much to appreciate about Sacrifice, at least if you’re a fan of the style, but there’s also a lot of Sacrifice to appreciate. Clocking in at 86 minutes, of which well over 20 minutes is accounted for by the percussion-free instrumental “Ageless River” interludes, there is no way around the fact that this thing is bloated. To be clear, there is nothing I dislike about what Olhava do here, including those interludes, which actually work well to simultaneously break up and stitch together the main canvasses. However, the sheer volume of material here is a problem. The bigger problem, however, is the fact that it is very hard to differentiate between tracks, which coupled with the runtime, weighs heavy on the listener, and not just emotionally. Even “Eternal Fire,” which is probably the most straightforwardly atmoblack piece on the record fails to leave a lasting impact and that is, at least in part, because despite being only the third track proper, we’re already over 45 minutes into the album before it starts. The production does help Sacrifice, feeling light and organic, it is, in that sense at least, a relatively easy listen.

Ever since their tight 40-minute self-titled debut, runtimes on Olhava records have crept up and up, now routinely exceeding an hour in length but, mostly, with diminishing returns. Despite having spent two weeks with Sacrifice, I find myself utterly unable, at any given point, to tell you, even roughly, where I am in its vast reaches. The intrinsic problem isn’t the runtime, however, but rather the evenness of what happens during it. Rather like the cover art, it is richly textured but flat. For all my complaints about the length of, for example, Midnight Odyssey records, they have recognizable, standout moments, which are sorely lacking on Sacrifice. I am disappointed.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Avantgarde Music
Websites: olhava.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olhavaband
Releases Worldwide: January 26th, 2024

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Olhava – Sacrifice Review

By Carcharodon

Russian atmoblack-shoegaze duo Olhava, comprising two-thirds of Trna, has been around since 2016 and already has five full-lengths under their belt. I don’t remember when I first became aware of them but I think I picked up their third record, 2020’s Lagoda, on release. That was a weighty slab of mournful and organic-sounding atmospheric black, which, despite its 71-minute runtime, I enjoyed quite a bit. While I listened to successors Frozen Bloom and Reborn, neither spoke to me much. I think often, for fans of the much trampled-upon atmoblack genre (particularly where it intersects, as Olhava does, with shoegaze), it can be hard to pinpoint why one album works for you and the next is … fine. So much of it depends on the nature and depth of the atmosphere evoked. Clue’s in the title, I guess. So where do Olhava take us on sixth LP, Sacrifice?

Less black metal than Trna, and more evocative synths a la Unreqvited, there is no rushing Olhava. Shimmering soundscapes are what they do, albeit that, where Unreqvited has (at least since 2018’s Mosaic I: L’Amour et L’Ardeur) hints of light and promise in the sound, Olhava is all shades of loss and a sense of hopeless grey. There is also a sense in which, despite there being two intervening LPs, Sacrifice feels like a very deliberate continuation of Lagoda, not least because the “Ageless River” interludes I through V from the latter record, continue onto this one, beginning at “Ageless River VI” and going on to IX. Alternating with the four non-interlude tracks, the “Ageless River”s give a consistent sense of flow, that runs through the record, like a stream through a dark forest. Percussion-free (except for a few sparse beats in “Ageless River IX”), this series focuses on natural, organic sounds and, to a degree, acts as a shoegaze-cleanser between the blackened expressions of loss and hurt that comprise the rest of Sacrifice.

That rest has a sort of ethereal dreaminess to it, which Olhava invites you to get lost in. Andrey Novozhilov’s harsh, rasping vocals surface, sink and resurface again, playing in the middle distance, an additional piece of scenery, rather than a focal point for much of Sacrifice. His work on guitars prioritizes hypnotic repetition and sustained chords over overtly memorable riffs, seeking to gradually infiltrate your consciousness, rather than overwhelm it. Similarly, Timur Yusupov’s work on drums has something of countrymen Grima (on Rotting Garden, particularly) about it, feeling somehow contemplative, despite the heavy use of blasts. The epic “I See Myself in Your Eyes,” at 17 minutes the album’s longest cut, is the highlight, as it shifts through moods, delicate tremolos and synth work, ebbing and flowing alongside drums, which move between deft cymbal work and pounding percussive rhythms.

There is much to appreciate about Sacrifice, at least if you’re a fan of the style, but there’s also a lot of Sacrifice to appreciate. Clocking in at 86 minutes, of which well over 20 minutes is accounted for by the percussion-free instrumental “Ageless River” interludes, there is no way around the fact that this thing is bloated. To be clear, there is nothing I dislike about what Olhava do here, including those interludes, which actually work well to simultaneously break up and stitch together the main canvasses. However, the sheer volume of material here is a problem. The bigger problem, however, is the fact that it is very hard to differentiate between tracks, which coupled with the runtime, weighs heavy on the listener, and not just emotionally. Even “Eternal Fire,” which is probably the most straightforwardly atmoblack piece on the record fails to leave a lasting impact and that is, at least in part, because despite being only the third track proper, we’re already over 45 minutes into the album before it starts. The production does help Sacrifice, feeling light and organic, it is, in that sense at least, a relatively easy listen.

Ever since their tight 40-minute self-titled debut, runtimes on Olhava records have crept up and up, now routinely exceeding an hour in length but, mostly, with diminishing returns. Despite having spent two weeks with Sacrifice, I find myself utterly unable, at any given point, to tell you, even roughly, where I am in its vast reaches. The intrinsic problem isn’t the runtime, however, but rather the evenness of what happens during it. Rather like the cover art, it is richly textured but flat. For all my complaints about the length of, for example, Midnight Odyssey records, they have recognizable, standout moments, which are sorely lacking on Sacrifice. I am disappointed.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Avantgarde Music
Websites: olhava.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/olhavaband
Releases Worldwide: January 26th, 2024

#20 #2024 #AtmosphericBlackMetal #AvantgardeMusic #BlackMetal #Gaerea #Grima #Jan24 #MidnightOdyssey #MosaicILAmourEtLArdeur #Olhava #Review #Reviews #RussianMetal #Sacrifice #Shoegaze #TRNA #Unreqvited