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  1. Ram – Against Review By Steel Druhm

    Sweden’s Ram have been at the classic heavy metal thing since 2003, crafting six albums with a sound somewhere between classic Judas Priest and Tarot mixed with the grit and grease of Motörhead. I could have sworn I had reviewed their 2009 platter Lightbringer, but it turns out it dropped prior to me joining AMG. That album hit a nerve with me back in the day, and I still spin it fairly often. Follow-ups like Svbversvm and the awesomely titled Rod1 had that 80s magic running free with an extra layer of rough-and-tough aggression laid over the top. They’ve never quite broken through to bigger audiences, but they keep on putting the balls to the wall and screaming for vengeance nonetheless. That brings us to 7th album, Against. It’s the same Ram as before with their usual penchant for big 80s metal hooks, and when they hit their groove, you will be rocked hard and put away sore. Ram indeed!

    After the throwaway instrumental opener, Ram headbutt you in the nards good and hard with “Ghost Emperor.” This is the Ram sound congealed in goat tallow and military-grade meth. You get beefy, punchy riffs, thunderous drums, and the acid-drenched vocals of Oscar Carlquist. It’s classic heavy metal through and through, but it has a mean streak and wants to bully you around the block and back. The best part is how damn sticky it all is. You hear it once, and it plants in your head like a slug from a .45. Follow-up “One vs. All” is the kind of rough-and-tumble battle anthem that goes from the promo sump right to the lifting playlist ov Steel in a heartbeat. More burly riffs and rough vocals tell tales of fighting hordes and standing atop piles of vanquished foes. This is what is best in life, and that chorus will make you punch a poodle. The big stuff keeps coming on “Abattoir,” which sounds like a lost cut from Priest’s Painkiller, fortified with early 80s Enforcer and Wolf before being turned loose on the public. It’s MOAR fun than a barrel full of gorillas.

    Much to my delight, Against is loaded with badass metal anthems that take names and kick ass. “Out of Control” lives up to its moniker, and the title track features the same raw, punky energy as Iron Maiden’s debut. Even the big mood-piece power ballad “Leaving” hits hard, creating real feelz with a tale of departing life. The chorus is surprisingly poignant and fragile, and it sticks like bubble gum in non-public hair. I could argue that “Night Blade” is somewhat one-note and clunky, but it’s still good fun. Against winds out impressively with 3 killer tracks sure to add more unwanted hair to strange places, and when all is said and done, the album’s tight 42:58 burns by in a flash of chrome and steel. No song runs too long, and nothing feels like filler.

    I’ve been an admirer of Oscar Carlquist’s unique vocal style since I first heard Ram. He has a weird raspy delivery that at times sounds like Stu Block after a rough weekend, and there’s a bit of Olof Wickstrand of Enforcer in there too. However, he usually sounds meaner and more menacing, like he’s about to steal your lunch money and give you an atomic wedgie. On tracks like “Ghost Emperor” and Abattoir,” he sounds rough and ugly, but on “Leaving” he sounds forlorn and emotive. His range is weirdly vast, and his screams and high-register wails are intense. Harry Granroth and Martin Jonsson deliver crunchy riffs to drive the war wagon, and they aren’t afraid to poach dueling guitar harmonies from Priest and Maiden. They decorate Against with a great balance of heavy and hooky moments and support Oscar’s crazed vocals adroitly. Big props to drummer Morgan Petterson as well for pounding his way to Valhalla and beyond across the album. His urgent playing adds another layer of panic attack to the Ram rollout, and it hits like an iron bonehead.

    Ram have had a good thing going for over 20 years, and have one of the best logos in metal; it’s about time they got more attention for their efforts. Against may just be their golden ticket to greater fame and glory. This is an unruly, uncouth dose of 80s metal done well and designed to leave unsightly bruises. That means this head-on collision with goat skull will be good for you. Maybe not medically, but spiritually. You also may die. Such is life in the ram jam.

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
    Label: Metal Blade
    Websites: ram-metal.com | ramheavymetal.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/RAMheavymetal
    Releases Worldwide: October 10th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #Against #HeavyMetal #JudasPriest #MetalBladeRecords #Motörhead #Oct26 #Ram #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal #Tarot
  2. Tungsten – Ashes Review By ClarkKent

    I have fond memories of homebrewing with my dad. We honed the best methods for small-batch beers, experimented with dozens of styles, learned tough lessons from a couple of bottle bombs, and got to drink some great beer (and, yeah, some bad). Those are memories I’ll cherish for the rest of my life, and it’s something that drew me to the father and sons Swedish power metal outfit, Tungsten. Anders Johansson started out as a drummer for Yngwie Malmsteen in the ’80s.1 He would later spend 15 years with Hammerfall before starting a band with his two sons, Karl and Nick, and the longtime Cloudscape vocalist, Michael Andersson. In 2016, they formed Strokkur, but after one album decided to go in a heavier direction and changed their name to Tungsten. This father and son project has been going strong ever since, with Ashes as their fifth full-length and their second with Reigning Phoenix Music. Do strong familial bonds make for good music?

    One thing is clear when listening to Ashes—Tungsten are having tons of fun. Rather than aim for the semi-serious cheese of power metal acts like Fellowship, or the ostentatious approach of Rhapsody of Fire, Tungsten play a tightly-written, high-energy, and semi-jokey style of power metal. Anders’s kitwork places Ashes in borderline dance music status, approaching the poppiness of Battle Beast’s latest. Industrial touches on the likes of “Bite My Tongue” only serve to heighten this techno-dance connection. “Fuego del Sol” goes full-on Latin American dance music, with a “Gangnam Style”-like opening that’ll make you think you stepped into the wrong album. I don’t mean to make it sound like Tungsten eschew guitars completely. Chugging riffs often provide a sense of heft, but play second fiddle to the synths and choruses in terms of hooks. Nick Johansson delivers some gnarly solos on “Bite My Tongue” and “Ted the Exorcist” to help ensure this doesn’t turn into full-blown power pop.

    Tungsten have no illusions about their silliness. They make use of silly folk elements and lyrics in a similar vein as Trollfest. The yodeling on the catchy “Joker” makes for some fun hooks, while cuckoo bird noises add to the lightness of the breezy “Supernova.” “Ted the Exorcist” sounds like it could have been written for a bawdy comedy act with lyrics like “Ted the Exorcist/he showers the world in piss.” The folk instruments also allow Ashes to have a tremendous amount of variety. Whistles on “Sunshine of Fall” lead into some anthemic power pop, and a sort of flute or pipe provides a Celtic character to the cheerful “For Thee.” The biggest surprise comes from “The North Will Rise,” which electrifies with a cool opening riff, some great energy, and guest vocals from Sonata Arctica’s Tony Kakko. What begins as a silly educational song with Kakko listing off northern European countries turns into a rousing call for those countries to unite in defense against a common foe.

    Perhaps the biggest drawback from an album like Ashes is that the style can only sustain so many repeat spins before it begins to grow tiresome. Tungsten keep things short and sweet, crafting a concise record at only 39 minutes with tracks largely falling in the 3-minute range. It’s true that the last few songs start to fall off, but they’re still pretty enjoyable. Trollfest’s Flamingo Overlord is a great example of how this kind of record can work over the long haul, and Tungsten isn’t that far off. There’s plenty of variety, tons of catchy hooks, and some great energy. Andersson delivers a strong vocal performance, singing with enough gruffness to ground the bounciness of the music, but also belting out some memorable anthems. Yes, Ashes works best in snack-sized portions, but it also proves to be some fun lighter fare that’s perfect for breaking up your doom sessions.

    Clearly, father and sons have put together a metal record that was a lot of fun to make. Ashes is a work of pure escapism that’ll compel you to get up on your feet and dance instead of headbanging to sick riffs and punishing kit work. It’s not quite so wild and subversive as the day’s other comedic release from Netherwilds, instead taking a much more formulaic and polished approach. Where some bands of this ilk can overdeliver on the silliness, Tungsten strikes a well-balanced approach between silly comedy and music that’s just pure fun to listen to.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
    Label: Reigning Phoenix Music
    Websites: Facebook | Official Site
    Releases Worldwide: October 9th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #Ashes #BattleBeast #Cloudscape #Dio #Fellowship #Hammerfall #HeavyMetal #Netherwilds #Oct26 #PowerMetal #Rainbow #ReigningPhoenixMusic #Review #Reviews #RhapsodyOfFire #SonataArctica #Stratovarius #SwedishMetal #Trollfest #Tungsten #YngwieMalmsteen
  3. About time I did a #ThursDeath for Umeå, Sweden's BODY MELT and their new one: bodymeltdeathgrind.bandcamp.co

    I've listened to this weird, nasty album a ton this year. I do love a concept record, and this one is definitely that- based on the horror movie of same name. Some great, gross samples - good riffs- this is a fun one this year.

    #metal #DeathMetal #Sweden #goregrind #SwedishMetal #BodyMelt #2026Records #2026Albums #grind #DeathGrind #horror #BodyHorror #HorrorMovies #HorrorFilms @HailsandAles @wendigo @rtw @guffo @AlfeeDee @c0m4 @Kitty @umrk @flockofnazguls @swampgas @nnenov @ttntm @Affekt

  4. Amon Amarth – The Allfather Awakens Review By Steel Druhm

    Vikings and their warrior ethos are a central archetype for metal of all stripes. Hyper-violent warriors from the frozen wastes who descend on coastal towns with great violence and furious anger; what could be more metal than that? Perpetually riding at the front of that particular longship, Amon Amarth have made their share of filthy lucre crafting paeans to the mystical warriors of olde. Since 1994, they’ve spun many yarns of Viking bravery, mythos, and generalized berserker mayhem in ways that have captivated legions of metallers. 2022s The Great Heathen Army was arguably their least interesting outing over a long career, leaving fans hoping for a mighty rebound on The Allfather Awakens. The release of their cowboy-ified video for “Eight Legs of Thunder” didn’t bode well for things to come, but all things unfold as the Allfather directs. What awaits fans of ancient battles and cultures? Will it be Wild West gunplay or the comfortable and familiar haunts of Thor and Loki? Place yer bets!

    The Allfather Awakens opens bigly with “Gjallarhorn,” which is considerably more punchy, spry, and memorable than most of the stuff on The Great Heathen Army. You know where it’s going as soon as it starts with the epic chanting and stirring guitar lines, and off to battle you go before you can finish your morning mead. It’s everything Amon Amarth do well, from the aggressive and heroic guitar lines to Johan Hegg’s rough death bellows, and a mighty chorus that makes you want to sack the nearest Dollar General. It’s like something off Twilight of the Thunder God, and it’s 100% fan service. It doesn’t hurt that the music sometimes reminds me of Brainstorm either. Follow-up “Eight Legs of Thunder” works better in the context of the album if you forget the cheeseball video of the band in a Yellowstone-esque cowboy setting. It’s not their best song, but it’s not bad, and the chorus is entertainingly Amarth-y. From there you get a surprisingly good run of classic and near-classic Amon Amarth chestnuts. The chorus of “We Rule the Waves” made me chuckle at first because it’s so fucking on the nose to chant “We are Viking,” but damn if I wasn’t walking around singing it for a week-plus, much to my annoyance.

    The single “Upphaf” didn’t win me over when it dropped, as restrained folk-based music isn’t why I come to the Amon Amarth party, but it works well enough as a change-up after several songs loaded with Norse bravado. As The Allfather Awakens unfurls, Amon Amarth trots out the full bag of tricks and tropes they’ve used to make themselves as big as they are. Not a lot here is “new” per se aside from the stripped-down folk of “Upphaf,” but the overall quality of the writing is elevated from last time, thankfully. “Raven God” covers the need for a big, stadium-rocking, ale horn-swinging drinking anthem, as you can’t hear the chorus without wanting a hefty beer to hoist in tribute. The title track is the Viking deadlift day soundtrack to inspire great gains, and closer “Ascending Like an Eagle” almost qualifies as good enough to be included on With Oden on Our Side. There are no tracks that will move to the very front of your Amarth playlist, but none feel overly recycled or forced, and the album ebbs and flows well while providing a consistently urgent, forceful experience. At 46 minutes with most tracks running under the 5-minute mark, Allfather motors along, and no song feels tedious or overlong.

    The Amon Amarth formula relies on quality riffs and warrior-approved harmonies, and this time Olavi Mikkonen and Johan Söderberg deliver the goods. There’s plenty of the slightly blackened Viking-core riffs we’ve come to know and love, and the harmonies are righteous and rabble-rousing. The guitar lines and accents provide a big percentage of the thrills here and push the material to the next level. Johan Hegg is reliably stout and powerful as ever, roaring his heart out about axes, oxen, and Wotan. He’s been one of my favorite melodeath croakers since their debut, and he’s aged like fine wine. The Allfather Awakens finds the whole band in good shape, but it’s the much improved songwriting that stands out the most. While the writing on The Great Heathen Army often felt tired and forced, things feel a lot more like the early days here, and there’s less of a sense of the band spinning their tires in the mud.

    I approached The Allfather Awakens with trepidation and concern that the Amon Amarth journey may be nearing the jumping-off point. Thankfully, the album title proved prescient, and the Allfather awoke to bring this band of warriors back with renewed bloodlust and rage. They may never achieve the heights of albums like With Oden on Our Side, but if they keep cranking out stuff of this ilk, they will always have Steel on their side. A good album to blast when it’s a good day to die.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: NA | Format Reviewed: Fucking STREAM
    Label: Metal Blade
    Websites: amonamarth.com | amonamarth.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/amonamarth | instagram.com/amonamarth
    Releases Worldwide: October 2nd, 2026

    #2026 #30 #AmonAmarth #DeathMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #MetalBladeRecords #Oct26 #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal #TheAllfatherAwakens
  5. AMG Goes Ranking – Amon Amarth By Ferox

    The decree sounded across the Ginnungagap. There was not yet time or space, nor were there menfolk to hear it… but still there was the decree. Amon Amarth is coming. They sing melodic death metal songs about Vikings. That’s what the frick they do, and don’t you question it or get tired of it or do anything but listen and pay fealty. For it is promised that if you give Amon Amarth ten dollars, they will give you ten killer songs about Vikings.

    The decree held sway across all the joys and sorrows of man and throughout the Three Ages of Amon Amarth. The Bronze Age witnessed a talented group of musicians announce themselves with Once Sent from the Golden Hall, then hone their sound over three subsequent records. Versus the World was a pivot point that saw Amon Amarth lock into something everlasting. Fate of Norns ushered in the band’s Golden Age, a run that includes With Oden on Our Side, Twilight of the Thunder God, Surtur Rising, and Deceiver of the Gods.

    Only now, in the Copper Age, does the promise waver. Jomsviking and Berserker were strong slabs that still lost devotees as the band leaned hard into the more accessible corners of their legend. The Great Heathen Army was Amon Amarth’s first dud-adjacent offering. What once was certain now lay in doubt; the gates buckled and Saxons frolicked on Northern shores. We gather in these twilight days to honor the long peak of Amon Amarth–but also to keep a signal fire alight for new record The Allfather Awakens.

    – Ferox

    The Rankings

    A Cherd Am I

    You’ve perhaps noticed that I’ve been missing from these halls for the last year and a half. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life, and I don’t mind telling you that a large part of that has been a journey into sobriety. This has come with a good deal of upheaval and a difficult learning curve of self regulation. One of the surprising by-products has been a decreased desire to listen to metal. When I do crave it, I’ve found myself again and again reaching for Amon Amarth. Maybe it’s their triumphant fighting spirit or the rousing repeatable choruses that my brain-in-recovery responds to. Whatever it is, they’ve been a welcome emotional comfort through a trying time and I’m happy to lend my list to this ranking.

    #12: The Great Heathen Army (2022) – The band’s last outing finds the schtick wearing thin. Much like Taco Bell menu items, there are only so many ways you can arrange the same few ingredients to make a song about Viking warfare and still sound fresh. Tepid opener “Get In the Ring” is the perhaps inevitable song written specifically for a pro wrestler’s ring entrance, but the real-life inspiration doesn’t improve the outcome. “Oden Owns You All” shows there’s still some gas left in the tank (slaves left in the rowing galley?), and the record’s best song, “Saxons and Vikings,” is a touching reflection on how hard it is to make new friends over 40.

    Rating: “I should never have left Brynhild and the farm to go on this raiding party.”

    #11: The Crusher (2001) – The first in a long line of Amon Amarth albums to feature a mean mugging beefcake on the cover, The Crusher is both a transitional outing and a template. The charming rawness of the first two records is mostly gone, but that doesn’t mean all the songwriting hits the mark. At times it can be plodding (“Annihilation of Hammerfest”), generic (“Bastards of a Lying Breed”), or messy (“Risen From the Sea”), but at its most bruising (“Masters of War”) and rousing (“The Sound of Eight Hooves”), the record predicts future high points in the band’s oeuvre.

    Rating: “Brynhild will be serving her special Korngrøt for náttverðr about now. All we have in camp is this thin Fiskgrøt and Stál Druhm is hogging all the fish.”

    #10: Jomsviking (2016) – If Jomsviking had dropped earlier in the band’s discography with its beefy production and concept album scope, say just after Fate of Norns, it might warrant a different conversation. As it is, it came at the end of an ambitious run of records that, even if they weren’t purposefully reaching for more mainstream success, achieved some of it regardless. Sonically, Jomsviking sounds a lot like those preceding records rehashed, and its “big” hit, “Raise Your Horns,” takes the band’s penchant for follow-the-bouncing-ball singalongs too far in my opinion. So does “The Way of Vikings,” but I like that song better. The highlight here is “On a Sea of Blood.”

    Rating: “This Pictish peasant I’m disemboweling has fine flaxen hair. Like my Brynhild…”

    #9: Once Sent From the Golden Hall (1998) – It’s a bit strange listening to an Amon Amarth record on which Johan Hegg sounds like he could be some other random metal vocalist, but the band’s debut was born of a different time. It’s a late 90s blackened death metal record, and Hegg’s delivery range sounds like it, with higher register shrieks and less articulated lyrics, but these aren’t complaints. Overall, they fit the style and more ramshackle energy of Once Sent From the Golden Hall. It can get almost too loose, as when the music nearly falls out of time on parts of “Victorious March” and “Abandoned,” but it’s all held together by the excitement of a young band who know their own potential having a blast. It’s a fun record with a few hints at what was to come.

    Rating: “Before burning the village, we found many sturdy iron scythes and hoes in the blacksmith forge. My farmhand Old Einar will be pleased.”

    #8: The Avenger (1999) – The opening one-two punch of “Bleed for Ancient Gods” and “The Last With Pagan Blood” is killer, with the latter especially standing as an early example of the band hitting on their signature sound. It ends with another very Amon Amarth-ish melodic cut in “Legend of a Banished Man,” but the remaining songs still show them searching for their musical sweet spot. The title track aims for but misses the kind of stirring, majestic melody the band would one day be able to crank out in their sleep.

    Rating: “I hope I don’t regret sparing this tow-headed lad from the sword. He could make a fine farm laborer but seems too spirited. Perhaps Old Einar can break him.”

    #7: Berserker (2019) – After the disappointment of The Great Heathen Army, it’s fair to wonder if this is the ceiling for late career Amon Amarth. There’s an 80s melodrama at times, strongest on opener “Fafner’s Gold” but present at other points as well, that adds some fun spice to the stew. “Shield Wall” is a blackened melodeath tough guy stroke of genius, but it’s so much better than the rest of the material here (“Raven’s Flight” comes closest) that it could very well be the band’s last great song. Also, there’s no reason for any Amon Amarth record to push an hour in length.

    Rating: “Sól’s radiant visage shone down on us from her great chariot as we hacked our way through a Gaelic monastery. Still, as night draws on my thoughts return to Brynhild…”

    #6: Fate of Norns (2004) – This is the warmup to the band’s run of greatness, but it’s also a fine album in itself. “Pursuit of Vikings” is the live staple here, and for good reason, but the title track proved they could write a sad song and still sound awesome (though it’s not their saddest, which is “Hermod’s Ride to Hel”). I love it, and so does our very own GardensTale, who once lost a hamster under similar circumstances and in a fit of grief nearly joined it on its tiny funeral pyre. Perhaps more of a “grower” than many of their other records.

    Rating: “Seeing Ivar’s son in our ranks makes me think I shall bring Ragnar on next summer’s raid. He is small for his age and sickly, but I sense he shares my fighting spirit. I see no way this could go ill.”

    #5: Surtur Rising (2011) – This is where the band shrugged and said “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Surtur Rising is anchored by hard charging cuts like “War of the Gods,” “Destroyer of the Universe,” and “A Beast Am I,” but everything here is reliably enjoyable. It’s hard not to hear them repeating themselves when a song like “Destroyer of the Universe” asks the question “What if ‘Twilight of the Thunder God,’ but for bag guy?” but if the biggest knock on the album is that it sounds too much like another that happens to be one of the band’s best, I call that a win.

    Rating: “I overexerted myself cutting through a party of Saxon merchants. I may need an herbal poultice for my aching muscles tomorrow.”

    #4: Versus the World (2002) – Versus the World is the high water mark of the band’s early era. There’s still a blackened bent to their sound, and a clear maturity to the songwriting. Certified ragers like “Death In Fire” and “Bloodshed” should land on any respectable playlist of the band’s output, while “Versus the World” finds Amon Amarth fully arriving in a way they hadn’t before. It strikes the perfect balance between stomping grooves and blackened fire with lyrics that will make you want to take up arms against your city council over their lawn watering restrictions. It also features “Across the Rainbow Bridge,” which is a pensive ode to GardensTale’s hamster.

    Rating: “Tonight we sang songs of victory and drank mead from an English thane’s silver cups. He won’t miss them in the grave.”

    #3: Deceiver of the Gods (2013) – This is the closest the band comes to a significant shift in sound, which is just to say they took everything they were already doing and added harmonized traditional heavy metal guitar work to it, but it works a treat. Maybe that’s why they went with a blue color palate for the album art instead of their (up until then) mandatory reds, browns, and oranges. Add Messiah Marcolin’s guest spot and there’s a clear throwback quality to Deceiver of the Gods, but it’s all unmistakably Amon Amarth firing on all cylinders. The opening title track through “Under Siege” is as strong a run of songs as you’ll get on any of their records.

    Rating: “In today’s fighting some níðingr cut off my right hand and with it my sword. I was able to pick up an axe with my left and open his ribcage. Our party’s healer says my hand will not grow back, but I remain hopeful.”

    #2: Twilight of the Thunder God (2008) – A very close second for me, this is the album I reach for most often thanks to the famous title track and the incredible “Tattered Banners and Bloody Flags” with its bouncing main riff and air of melancholy. I get chills at “Nowhere is longer safe, the earth moves under our feet…” but these are far from the only highlights. “Where Is Your God?,” “No Fear For the Setting Sun,” “Varyags of Miklagaard,” “Guardians of Asgaard,” top shelf Viking melodeath songs, the lot of them. By underground metal standards, this is the record that turned them into a “stadium” band, but instead of selling out their sound, they simply honed it to its finest point.

    Rating: “Ivar gave me a strange mushroom and I feel a powerful rage rising in me. I bite at my shield like a hound worries a bone. I look to my mangled wrist but see a great cudgel with which to brain my enemies! THE BATTLE IS AT HAND!”

    #1: With Oden On Our Side (2006) – This is when Amon Amarth cemented their status as the house band for Ragnarak. They’d never sounded this scorching (“Asator”), this defiant (“Runes to My Memory”), this majestic (“Under the Northern Star”). And how about heartbreaking? I can’t listen to “Hermod’s Ride to Hel – Lokes Treachery Part 1” without chills from beginning to end. This was the perfecting of their sound, the proof of concept. Never mind Viking metal, it’s one of my very favorite death metal records, period.

    Rating: “THE BLOODLUST IS UPON ME! I JUST KILLED FIVE VILLAGERS AND MAYBE IVAR WITH A SINGLE AXE STROKE! I’LL STORM THE GATES OF VALHALLA! I’LL KILL THE GODS THEMSELVES!”

    Mark Z., Twilight of the Thunder Dog

    Amon Amarth were an important band in my metal journey. Twilight of the Thunder God came out right when I started college and quickly captivated me and my metal-loving friends, making these Swedes one of the biggest modern metal bands that we all liked. As a result, we’d see them live every time they played in a nearby city, and one of my favorite concert memories from that time was Johan Hegg throwing me the horns as I crowd-surfed to the closing riff of “The Pursuit of Vikings.” My excitement for the band waned as I got into more extreme stuff, but I’ve always looked back fondly on them for the good times they’ve offered. Like others, I’ve often thought of them as the poster child for “always doing the same thing,” but upon listening to their discography in full, I was surprised to find that perspective wasn’t exactly correct.

    #12. The Great Heathen Army (2022) — Case in point: The Great Heathen Army, which sounds more like a set of stomping, Wacken-ready anthems than the glorious melodic death metal of the band’s peak era. Propelled by lots of groove, this album is beefy as fuck, as if every track could be the intro music for a WWE wrestler. Yet even though these songs feel basic and lack the band’s prior glory, there’s still some catchy fun to be had (see “Find a Way or Make One”). This isn’t the album I wanted from Amon Amarth, but it could have been a lot worse.

    #11. The Avenger (1999) — I’m not a big fan of early Amon Amarth, and their second album, The Avenger, shows exactly why. Compared to their later material, the riffs aren’t particularly notable, instead just buzzing along at a comfortable pace while repeating themselves a lot. This is my least favorite of the band’s early works, mostly because the songs simply aren’t as good as those on this album’s predecessor or follow-up. That said, I do like the archaic atmosphere, and the songwriting has tightened up a bit compared to the debut. The main riff of “God, His Son and Holy Whore” is also a straight banger that would hint at the greatness to come.

    #10. Once Sent from the Golden Hall (1998) — Amon Amarth’s debut, Once Sent from the Golden Hall, was the first album of theirs I bought, and I never really fell in love with it like I thought I would. There is great stuff here: “The Dragons’ Flight Across the Waves” is an emotional wallop and one of my favorite Amon Amarth songs. Likewise, there are plenty of killer riffs sprinkled throughout. Yet compared to their other records, the songwriting feels a bit clunky, and it’s always distracted me how the drumming sounds somewhat sloppy at times. While still a solid work overall, I’ll almost always reach for their later material over this.

    #9. Berserker (2019) — By this point in their career, Amon Amarth knew exactly what their fans wanted: catchy fucking Viking-themed melodic death metal with growl-along choruses and riffs that could be the soundtrack to a bunch of stocky Norsemen raiding a coastal village. Berserker gives us exactly that, along with a clear and powerful production job that makes songs like “Crack the Sky” and “Shield Wall” jump right onto your workout playlists. Unfortunately, this album is too long at nearly 57 minutes, the second half sags compared to the first, and it feels much less ambitious than the albums that preceded it. Still, there’s a lot of fun to be had here, and there’s something to be said for that.

    #8. The Crusher (2001) — The band’s third album, The Crusher, showed them continuing to refine their songwriting, with almost every track containing a riff that gets me bobbing my head and thirsting for a big swig of mead. Combining the great riffs of the debut with the tighter writing of The Avenger, The Crusher is a best-of-both-worlds record that delivers powerful tracks like “As Long As the Raven Flies” and the indomitable “Masters of War.” Still, the unpolished production that hindered their other early albums is also present here, and some of the later songs don’t do as much for me. Nonetheless, this is still a strong release that deserves more appreciation than it seems to get.

    #7. Versus the World (2002) — I’m not sure if ranking this album this low is heresy, but give it another listen if you think so. Yes, “Death in Fire” is a powerhouse opener and the band’s first truly great single. Yes, “Thousand Years of Oppression” is one of the band’s best “epic and emotional” songs. Yes, this is more hooky and dynamic than the albums that preceded it. On relisten, however, I can’t get over how downright mellow most of these songs feel, especially for a record with such a combative title. Replace some of these tracks with faster ones, and this would climb a few spots. As it is, however, this is still a good fucking album that paved the way for the Amon Amarth we know today.

    #6. Surtur Rising (2011) — Surtur Rising had the impossible task of having to follow up Twilight of the Thunder God. Thus, it’s always felt like a slight disappointment to me, especially given how obvious it was that the band were looking to that album for guidance. Take “War of the Gods:” While it’s a great opener, it also sounds similar to Twilight’s title track. Fortunately, Surtur still stands tall on its own merits, particularly when it comes to more aggressive cuts like “Destroyer of the Universe” and “A Beast Am I.” If every song was as good as the epic “The Last Stand of Frej” or the sugary melodic fuckfest that is “For Victory or Death,” I might like this more. Regardless, this is still a great entry in the modern Amon Amarth canon, with no shortage of tremolo-fueled hooks and snappy riffs.

    #5. Deceiver of the Gods (2013) — After Surtur, Amon Amarth asked the question: What if we just said “fuck it” and wrote a bunch of fast, catchy shit? Deceiver of the Gods is the answer. The band is almost unrecognizable here compared to their early days, with this record having more in common with the Gothenburg groups (or Insomnium) than their first few works. Things here are hyper-melodic but still tough and hooky, especially on tracks like “Father of the Wolf” or the massive closer, “Warriors of the North.” I remember not being super interested in the band anymore when this came out and thus overlooking this record, but that turned out to be a mistake. While all the in-your-face riffing can admittedly get a tad exhausting at times, the stomping swagger of “We Shall Destroy” and the collaboration with former Candlemass singer Messiah Marcolin on “Hel” provide just the variety needed to propel this into the upper half of their discography.

    #4. Jomsviking (2016) — Jomsviking seems to be a love-it-or-hate-it album. The production is probably their most clean and professional ever, the guitars sometimes recall power metal, and the lyrics dive headlong into the concept album format. To me, these were all positive developments. At this point in their career, switch-ups were exactly what was needed, and this record is all the better for them. Andy Sneap’s clear and powerful production job makes these songs pop, the occasional Iron Maiden-esque melodies and vocal patterns are a great touch, and the storyline told through the lyrics is a welcome change from the “fighting for (or against) the gods” lyrics that had started getting old at this point. And the songs! The pummeling opener, “First Kill,” is memorable without being formulaic, “Raise Your Horns” is a fun (if slightly cheesy) singalong, and “The Way of Vikings” is a goddamn groove monster. Johan’s charismatic vocal performance on this record doesn’t hurt, either. While a bit long and homogenous, Jomsviking has grown on me to become (in my eyes) the quintessential post-2010 Amon Amarth album.

    #3. Fate of Norns (2004) — People generally don’t seem to love this album, probably because (1) it’s overshadowed by the one that came after it, and (2) it stays locked in a mid-paced tempo for much of its runtime. To me, however, Fate of Norns is a fantastic record where the group’s full potential finally started to be unveiled. This is the first Amon Amarth album with a truly great production job, and the already terrific songs are all the stronger because of it. Alternatively sinister and triumphant, “The Pursuit of Vikings” is one of the group’s most essential tracks, and “An Ancient Sign of Coming Storm” is a masterclass in how to get as much mileage as possible out of a simple riff. It’s true that the tempos could be more varied. Yet Fate of Norns is one of those rare albums where heaviness, accessibility, and emotional resonance all exist in harmony, leading to a work that’s powerful in its own right while opening the door to what would become the band’s best era.

    #2. Twilight of the Thunder God (2008) — If With Oden on Our Side showed Amon Amarth ascending to the top of the modern extreme metal pantheon, then Twilight of the Thunder God is the record that cemented their place on the throne. In the vein of At the Gates’s Slaughter of the Soul, Twilight is a skillful balancing act that shows a band fully embracing verse-chorus structures without sounding overly formulaic or compromising their extremity. The results are some of best songs in the band’s catalog, from the iconic title track to the bouncy grooves of “Guardians of Asgaard” to the monumental closer, “Embrace of the Endless Ocean.” With inspired riffing galore and excellent growls (and rasps) from Johan, this is the sound of a band truly coming into their own. This would be both the lodestar for almost every Amon Amarth album that followed and a modern extreme metal classic that helped make the struggles of starting college life a little easier for at least one dude out there. If there’s anything negative to say, it’s that this album was an inflection point in their career, after which they’d never sound quite as heavy again.

    #1. With Oden on Our Side (2006) — Here it is: the album that broke Amon Amarth out of the underground and onto the iPods of every metal fan who heard “Cry of the Blackbirds” and realized that this was a band they needed in their life. With this album, the band seemed to realize exactly how to refine their sound to achieve its peak form: that is, offer a good blend of faster and slower material, add loads of melody without sacrificing any heaviness, and don’t be afraid to mix things up. From this, we got the incredible “Gods of War Arise,” which is a perfect song in my eyes that succeeds despite having only one iteration of its chorus. We also got the gleaming refrain of “Runes to My Memory,” the brilliant and grandiose main riff of the title track, and the pounding battle-drum rhythms of the closer, “Prediction of Warfare.” The record’s hefty and powerful production job is my favorite the band ever had, and Johan’s wholly intelligible growls make him truly sound like a Norse god. As a teenager just getting into metal at the time, Oden blew my head off and showed me just how cool the genre could be. Looking back now, it’s clear that this was a rare once-in-a-career record where everything just fucking works. Because of that, I think it will forever be Amon Amarth’s crowning achievement.

    Grin Reaper, With Oden by My Scythe

    Amon Amarth played a crucial role in shaping my relationship with metal, bridging a key Ginnungagap that delivered me from normie tunes into extremity. Their ability to synthesize berserker bloodlust, mournful melodies, and exuberant anthems remains unparalleled, and even if Angry Metal Guy’s Law of Diminishing Recordings™ has nagged them over the last decade, I almost always find more to like than not. Amon Amarth has been one of my most consistent companions for nearly two decades, and although I was ready for a ranking reprieve following my recent contributions, I couldn’t deny the inexorable call to pick up my scythe once more and rank one of my longtime darlings. Raise your horns!

    #12. The Great Heathen Army (2022) — Amon Amarth hasn’t written a bad album yet, but 2022’s The Great Heathen Army comes closest. My last full play-through stretched back to early 2023, and my opinions haven’t softened in the intervening time. Sure, the songs still reek of mead and wiolence, but with a few exceptions they lack the bite and immediacy that make Amon Amarth such a formidable force on earlier releases. Album highlight “Saxons and Vikings” still gets my head bobbing with a snappy lead that perpetually incites me to crank up the volume, and featuring Saxon’s Biff Byford alongside Johan Hegg makes for a brilliant tune. Unfortunately, the best of the rest gets relegated to B-side material on almost any other AA platter.

    #11. Jomsviking (2016) — Jomsviking marks Amon Amarth’s first narrative concept album, an endeavor I embraced at the time and still support now. The underlying story is compelling and bleak—exactly the sort of thing that yearns for a bruising soundtrack. Jomsviking starts gloriously with “First Kill,” an energetic, pummeling number that stands beside Amon Amarth’s best melodic material. Unfortunately, the rest of the album rarely glimpses the same heights. “Raise Your Horns,” “The Way of Vikings,” and “At Dawn’s First Light” uplift the middle of the album with spirited performances and catchy choruses, and Doro Pesch’s guest vocals on “A Dream That Cannot Be” gut punch with a heartrending reality check. More highs exist here than on The Great Heathen Army, but the rest of the album doesn’t quite fulfill Jomsviking’s engaging premise.

    #10. Berserker (2019) — Like Jomsviking, Berserker contains truly great tunes that get bogged down by some lesser ones. The record’s front half is especially loaded with latter-day Amarthian gems like “Fafner’s Gold,” “Crack the Skye,” “Shield Wall,” and “Raven’s Flight.” The rest of the songs individually hold up well enough, but in total sag under their own weight as Berserker’s runtime pushes close to the hour mark. “Ironside” succeeds at a simmering slower pace and would slot nicely into Fate of Norns, but both quasi-titular track “The Berserker at Stamford Bridge” and closer “Into the Dark” fail to sustain their longer durations. If you dropped two or three of the lesser cuts, Berserker might merit a higher spot in my ranking, but even as-is this album remains my favorite of Amon Amarth’s current era.

    #9. The Crusher (2001) — Amon Amarth’s third album sounds like a band confident in their burgeoning sound, although the ideas explored here seem a tad redundant following The Avenger. Where the preceding album advanced the debut’s production and sharpened the songwriting, The Crusher maintains this trajectory without developing it further. Tracks like “Bastards of a Lying Breed,” “Master of War,” and “A Fury Divine” showcase Amon Amarth’s acumen for writing Crushing riffs at scorching tempos. Considering the early highs on The Crusher, though, the album’s final third loses steam and doesn’t compel me to always finish it out.1 It’s still Amon Amarth and an engaging slab of melodeath, but compared to other releases, it’s less than essential listening.

    #8. The Avenger (1999) — The Crusher and The Avenger inhabit very similar sonic spaces, but where The Crusher starts out strong and flags towards the end, The Avenger exhibits more consistency throughout (and even improves on the back half). “Bleed for Ancient Gods” and “The Last with Pagan Blood” supply a potent one-two opening combo, but “God, His Son, and Holy Whore” is what turns the tide and transforms The Avenger into a bona fide classic. Amon Amarth’s signature trem-picked leads shine bright and clear, presaging the band’s later sound while retaining the grit and bite that distinguishes their earlier material. The closing triad of tracks stand just as tall, and the margins between the next couple albums in this ranking are close enough that if the title track proved a notch leaner, The Avenger might sit a few spots higher.

    #7. Fate of Norns (2004) — Though Fate of Norns remains Amon Amarth’s slowest album, it’s anything but sluggish. Focusing heavily on mid-paced trudges and hulking chugs across forty minutes, Fate of Norns delivers an unrelenting slugfest of meaty riffs that romp and stomp. The centerpiece of the album is “The Pursuit of Vikings,” one of Amon Amarth’s quintessential tracks. Its power dwells in simplicity, trading between potent riff patterns and galloping drums that conjure impressions of launching vikingly quests. Other songs prevail to varying degrees, where the title track pummels with melancholic nobility, “Valkyries Ride” wallops with sturdy brutishness, and “The Beheading of a King” supplies a quick-hitting punch that adds some sauce to Fate of Norns’ lumbering paces. This album remains a singular entry in Amon Amarth’s canon, and while more variation in songwriting would boost its stature, I also can’t deny the power its best songs exude.

    #6. Deceiver of the Gods (2013) — Though Surtur Rising dropped in between, Deceiver of the Gods always struck me as Twilight of the Thunder God, Pt. II. Slick, sticky hooks permeate Deceiver’s forty-eight minutes while thunderous grooves round out the sound. Twilight captured Amon Amarth at their melodic peak, and Deceiver of the Gods finds them retreading similar ground. Even so, the songs gleam with hoarfrost-coated leads (“As Loke Falls”), lilting wistfulness (“Under Siege”), and savage violence (“Blood Eagle,” “Coming of the Tide”), and I revisit Deceiver regularly given the power of its best material. Of the releases within Amon Amarth’s golden age,2 Deceiver of the Gods tends to hide amongst its peers given the strength of competition, but it still gets enough right to merit more attention.

    #5. Twilight of the Thunder God (2008) — The title track on Twilight of the Thunder God is not only Amon Amarth’s signature song, but one of the best melodeath cuts ever penned. Serving as my introduction to the band, Twilight sat at the top of the heap for years. Over time, though, I realized the gap between its best songs and the rest was too wide for the album to wear the crown. “Twilight of the Thunder God” and “Guardians of Asgaard” define the peak of what Amon Amarth’s glitzy era offers, where shimmering leads and Hegg’s gruff vox infuse the record with rough and tumble accessibility. Sure, Twilight of the Thunder God lacks the ferocity of earlier albums, but it also supplies an indisputable gateway album for prospective metalheads because of its enmeshment of melody and chest-thumping swagger, and for that it continues to be the album I push people towards when they seem open to dabbling with heavier metals.

    #4. Once Sent from the Golden Hall (1998) — Amon Amarth’s debut comfortably reigns as my favorite of the band’s formative days. Taking the savagery of early Unleashed and distilling it through At the Gates’ malicious melodicism, Once Sent Through the Golden Hall established an identity with familiar ingredients that hadn’t been combined in this way before.3 Where The Avenger and The Crusher take a hard-nosed practicality to auditory violence, Once Sent revels in evoking atmospheres and embedding euphony into its compositions. “Without Fear” rages from the get-go to set heads banging, “Amon Amarth” presages Fate of Norns gloomy pacing in a rousing slow burn, and “Victorious March” thrills as a mid-paced epic boasting a soulful solo and Amon Amarth’s signature trems driving its implacable momentum across eight minutes. Better albums came later, but Once Sent from the Golden Hall evidenced an audaciously promising start that persists all these years later.

    #3. Versus the World (2002) — I had a good idea where most Amon Amarth albums would fall in my ranking, but Versus the World completely surprised me. Enjoying the ensemble’s fourth platter came as no surprise, but the degree to which I’ve fallen for it has. Ethereal melodies, focused songwriting, and calculated pacing deliver an incredibly consistent and thoroughly engaging duration. Unlike most Amon Amarth albums, no single song regularly draws me back to Versus the World.4 The ferocity of “For the Stabwounds in Our Backs” echoes The Avenger and Once Sent from the Golden Hall while “Death in Fire” could have been ripped straight from The Crusher’s mighty front half. “Where Silent Gods Stand Guard” and “Bloodshed” foreshadow the shift in direction Fate of Norns would take, and “Down the Slopes of Death” and the title track hint at the transitional With Oden on Our Side. In all, Versus the World feels like a compilation album of Amon Amarth’s pre-Twilight eras with completely original content, and it accomplishes this without any inessential tracks.

    #2. Surtur Rising (2011) — Following Twilight of the Thunder God must have presented an enormous challenge, and Amon Amarth handled it deftly even if anecdotal experience suggests that opinions about Surtur Rising remain divided. Taking the euphonic onslaught of Twilight and placing greater emphasis on weightier paces, particularly on the back half, Amon Amarth crafted ten vibrant tracks. Guitarists Olavi Mikkonen and Johan Söderberg soar across the album, loosing some of the sharpest hooks in AA’s discography on tracks “War of the Gods,” “Slaves of Fear,” and “Tock’s Taunt (Loke’s Treachery, Pt. II).” Hegg sounds especially grim, assuming an air of lament and sorrow as the album closes with “Doom Over Dead Men.”5 Though Twilight of the Thunder God contains higher highs, Surtur Rising’s consistency makes it an album I return to more often in full.

    #1. With Oden on Our Side (2006) — I originally planned on writing a YMIO piece for With Oden on Our Side, a freshly minted double decade release.6 Like Versus the World, WOoOS synthesizes elements from across Amon Amarth’s corpus and unites them under a single banner, and the end result is nothing short of magnificent. “Gods of War Arise” pulverizes listeners with punishing grooves, “Valhall Awaits Me,” unleashes viking thunder with undercurrents of tunefulness that would strike full-force two years later, and “Under the Northern Star” wails with the most poignant guitar leads in Amon Amarth’s oeuvre. Drummer Fredrik Andersson uncorks a searing performance, with “Valhall Awaits Me” and “Asator” galloping at blistering paces, while Söderberg and Mikkonen harmonize in twin guitar perfection. With no weak songs to diminish its impact, With Oden on Our Side entrenches itself as the culmination of everything Amon Amarth affords in a mightily tight package.

    Official AMG Ranking

    The writers’ votes have been cast and counted. Sound the Gjallarhorn and pass the Official AMG Ranking for Amon Amarth into legend:

    #12: The Great Heathen Army (2022), with 12 points out of a possible 967

    #10: The Crusher (2001) and Berserker (2019), tied with 29 points out of a possible 96

    #9: The Avenger (1999), with 33 points out of a possible 96

    #8: Jomsviking (2016), with 35 points out of a possible 96

    #7: Once Sent from the Golden Hall (1998), with 42 points out of a possible 96

    #6: Versus the World (2002), with 60 points out of a possible 96

    #5: Deceiver of the Gods (2013), with 62 points out of a possible 96

    #4: Fate of Norns (2004), with 65 points out of a possible 96

    #3: Surtur Rising (2011), with 76 points out of a possible 96

    #2: Twilight of the Thunder God (2008), with 85 points out of a possible 96

    #1: With Oden on Our Side (2006), with 92 points out of a possible 96

    If you’re looking for a mix of Amon Amarth’s greatest hits and choice deep cuts, look no further than AMG’s Amon Amarth primer:

    #AMGGoesRanking #AmonAmarth #DeathMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #SwedishMetal
  6. Grey Shores – Dark Waters of Night Review By Killjoy

    Black metal and post-metal are frequently combined, but it seems to me that black metal isn’t paired nearly often enough with post-metal’s gentler cousin, post-rock.1 So, upon seeing Dark Waters of Night in our promo pile, my interest was instantly piqued. Grey Shores, a brand-new group founded by Martin Andersson and Vilhelm Andersson2 in Stockholm, Sweden, aims to suffuse atmospheric black metal with the rich emotional shades of post-rock. Fusing the mellow and the intense is not always easy to do in a convincing way. How effectively does Grey Shores do this on their initial outing?

    I was pleased to hear that Grey Shores sounds a lot like what I was hoping for. Dark Waters of Night follows in the footsteps of the lightly blackened post-rock of early Einvigi and Jord that I enjoy very much. The blackened snarls mesh well with the crystalline guitars, with pinches of misty Black Narcissus atmosphere. But who Grey Shores reminds me of most is Eneferens. Many of the musical compositions conjure the melancholy that permeated The Bleakness of Our Constant, though in a less impactful way. Then again, not many things are as impactful as that legendary record, and Grey Shores still lands in a decent spot on their first attempt.

    Like a fawn taking its first shaky steps, Dark Waters of Night has a sort of tender yet hesitant charm. I quite like the guitar layers in “In the Pale Light,” the playful and trem-picked lines washing over my ears satisfyingly. The clean singing is serviceable but lacks some of the raw emotion that could really give the music the emotional impact it’s looking for. Likewise, the drum programming isn’t a direct hindrance to Grey Shores’ writing style, but it does inherently limit the spontaneity that a drummer would bring to the table. As the album progresses, “Sights of Woe” sounds more confident, with solid double tracked clean/harsh vocals and a surprisingly rapid guitar solo. This darker, more menacing side of Grey Shores suits them well.

    The essential ingredients are present in Dark Waters of Night, but they don’t always coalesce into a compelling whole. This may be because there isn’t much time in which to do so. All seven tracks are around five minutes or less, most of them hinting at a buildup towards a climactic resolution but then ending with a repeat of the intro passage or fizzling out (“In the Pale Light” is the exception that has a rewarding conclusion). “January Wolves,” one of the short instrumental tracks, is a lovely little tune that evokes the wondrous hope of Skyforest, but it barely has a chance to form before trailing off weakly. It’s disappointing because the trim 30-minute total runtime offered ample room for further development of ideas. We often say that less is more, but this might be a case of less is less.

    Although I enjoyed my time with Dark Waters of Night, it feels incomplete more than anything. There are some promising moments here that don’t always come to fruition. The interplay between post-rock and atmospheric black metal makes for a very pleasant musical experience, albeit not an altogether memorable one. Even so, Grey Shores has a blueprint for something special with more refinement, and their sophomore record has the potential to be really special.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
    Label: Self-Release
    Websites: greyshores.bandcamp.com | instagram.com/greyshoresband
    Releases Worldwide: September 4th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #AtmosphericBlackMetal #BlackNarcissus #DarkWatersOfNight #Einvigi #Eneferens #GreyShores #Jord #PostRock #Review #Reviews #SelfRelease #Sep26 #Skyforest #SwedishMetal
  7. Stuck in the Filter: June 2026’s Angry Misses By Kenstrosity

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

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

    Kenstrosity’s Burning Bastion

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

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

    Owlswald’s Sunlit Secret

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

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

    Spicie Forrest’s Mathy Morsel

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

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

    ClarkKent’s Energetic Inputs

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

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

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

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

    Grin Reaper’s Nocturnal Nuggets

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Creeping Ivy’s Classic Catch

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

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

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  8. Februus – Construction of Conflict Review By Lavender Larcenist

    Named after the Etruscan god of the underworld, the one-man Swedish death metal band Februus is as cavernous, esoteric, and terrifying as its namesake. Their previous record, Surveillance Orgy, was a whirlwind of dizzying riffs, bellowing, indecipherable vocals, and proggy tangents. Februus’ unique blend of Artificial Brain-esque zaniness with the raw aggression of Exhumed made an impact, and Surveillance Orgy was one of my favorite records of 2024, seeing repeated spins up until their latest, Construction of Conflict. More than ready to bend the knee before the underground one, I was ready to trust my soul to Februus’ second outing, but is it truly worthy of worship?

    Februus is a solo artist from Sweden who provides nearly every element of the band outside the album art (even that is done by a family member). I say nearly because that does not extend to the drumming, which is provided through programming. For a solo project, I understand the necessity of such tools and that there is definitely an artistry to how you use them. Februus does its best to make the drums sound natural and aligned with the sonic signature of the rest of their work, and without knowing the drums were programmed, one would be hard-pressed to tell. Ideally though, I would love to see the band pick up a drummer who could go toe-to-toe with the other instruments. The real star here is the guitar, and Construction of Conflict, like Surveillance Orgy, is stuffed to bursting with pirouetting riffage, odd-timing, and progressive alchemy. One Februus record has more riffs than most bands have in their entire catalog, and Andreas Karlsson’s (Februus himself) indecipherable vocals add an arcane element that brings to mind the weirdest parts of Blood Incantation.

    Februus pushes listeners with dense instrumentation and challenging vocals, making for a listen that is rewarding, bewildering, and time-consuming to pick apart. Riffs that grab you don’t stay for long, only to be replaced by an ever wilder maelstrom of cacophonous vocals and crunchy guitar heroics. The composition of Construction of Conflict will no doubt be divisive, and it defies logic as it is simultaneously wonderful mood music that also deserves your undivided attention. It is easy to get lost in the haunting tones and thick atmosphere, lulling you into a sort of death metal trance. Spend a second to focus on any moment, and you will be hit in the face with a memorable riff or an alluring chunk of atmosphere.

    Construction of Conflict’s biggest issue is just how many ideas are in every track. While the production and guitar tone keep things incredibly consistent-sounding, a few throughline riffs would do much to give the listener anchors in the storm that is Februus. I would love to see the band focus on creating some earworms that I know it is more than capable of, as well as mixing up tracks conceptually. For the next record, some sub-three-minute rippers alongside the fifteen-minute epics of Surveillance Orgy would be a welcome change of pace. Despite none of the tracks going far past the five-minute mark, their devotion to density leaves them feeling surprisingly samey at times, and Karlsson’s vocals only serve to further blend Februus into a soup of carnage. Construction of Conflict relies on the strength of its instrumentation, which is undoubtedly impressive, but it never quite reaches the ecstatic heights of Surveillance orgy.

    Construction of Conflict will surely be an acquired taste, and what you pull from Februus will vary from listener to listener. If you don’t mind not understanding a single word out of Andreas Karlsson’s mouth, and take the time to let the abstruse songs whisk you away to a truly alien land, Construction of Conflict can be frequently astounding. Februus pulls much inspiration from the ills of modern society, and if the goal is to draw to mind how obtuse, monolithic, and devious our ruling bodies and systemic structures can be, then it more than delivers on that idea.

    Rating: Very Good
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
    Label: Transcending Obscurity Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: September 4th, 2026

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  9. Ledmotiv – The Ghost of Carrion Review By Killjoy

    Roughly a decade ago, I obsessively hunted and consumed anything and everything I could find that claimed to be symphonic metal. At some point, though, the genre appeared to become dominated by poppy acts who added keyboards more like an afterthought. But, as if to grant my foregone wish, Ledmotiv has emerged from Gothenburg, Sweden, to put the symphony back into symphonic metal. Captained by composer Viktor Hakan, The Ghost of Carrion was written as a holistic suite and recorded with an array of authentic orchestral instruments. Ledmotiv may be a small band now, but they have big dreams of playing in arenas someday. Given that this, their sophomore record, totals a whopping 75 minutes, their songs must be especially dazzling in order to prevail.

    Luckily, Ledmotiv has the skills to make their lofty aspirations a reality. The basis of this mad science experiment is the buoyant rock operas of Avantasia mixed with ultra-catchy Ghost anthems. As reagents, we have the orchestral bombast of Nightwish and the borderline-Broadway theatricality of Ayreon or Scardust. To cap it all off, Nils Leufvenius sprinkles ample quantities of melodic guitar soloing that frequently flirt with power/prog metal territory. All in all, The Ghost of Carrion is very high in sugar, but also contains a great deal of substance, making it digestible without inducing a stomachache.

    Although The Ghost of Carrion is a concept album, Ledmotiv keeps the focus where it belongs—on superb songcraft. It’s hard to overstate the importance of the elaborate orchestral compositions in making this so much richer than a collection of arena rock songs. I particularly love when these instruments are brought from a supporting role to the forefront. Oskar Valeberg’s elegant cello gets the spotlight in the intro of “Mother Opus” and a brief solo in “Eureka.” Elsewhere, Miguel Chamorro brings the heat with sizzling violin strings in “What Have I Missed?” that could send the Devil scuttling back to Georgia. Instead of depending on a star-studded cast of voice actors (as Ayreon does), Vide Bjerde’s charismatic and heartfelt performance propels things along with a wide vocal range. He really belts out his lines when it matters most, “For Fire to Behold” and “Eureka” being some of his standout performances. Spoken dialogue is, thankfully, minimal, only popping up a few times during the entire 75 minutes.

    Such a long runtime affords many opportunities for things to go awry, but The Ghost of Carrion somehow stays squarely on the rails for the most part. Each of the ten tracks can stand alone, with no irksome intros or interludes. They are bound together by oft-recurring leitmotifs1 introduced early on in “Come to the Light.” Ballads are where many a metal album loses its footing, but Ledmotiv manages to make “Gem of Amber” just as musically enticing with poignant vocal and violin swells. “The Shadow and the Caster,” the nearly 15-minute centerpiece, is a rockin’ ride where each segment segues into the next, occasionally channeling the wacky energy of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Alas, Ledmotiv does finally begin running out of steam in “Be All, End All” and “Deep in the Cauldron,” both a tad more languid than The Ghost of Carrion needs to be as it crests the 1-hour mark.

    Even so, it’s genuinely impressive that Ledmotiv was able to formulate as much stellar material as exists in The Ghost of Carrion. It’s also refreshing to encounter a concept album that largely lets the music do the talking. This is a veritable wellspring of creativity, a rare record that appeals to me just as much now as it would have if I had heard it ten years ago. Anyone else who isn’t afraid to feast on the aural equivalent of fluffy, decadent cheesecake should dive right in. It feels like the sky is the limit for Ledmotiv at this early stage of their career, and I’m eager to see how high they can soar.

    Rating: 4.0/5.0
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Self-Release
    Websites: ledmotiv.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Ledmotivofficial
    Releases Worldwide: August 27th, 2026

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  10. Fejd – Nifelheim Review By Andy-War-Hall

    Vengeful trickster fairies, a realm of impenetrable cold and boundless frost, a dragon gnawing away at the roots of the World Tree; Norse iconography is intense, and metal bands have known this at least since Led Zeppelin. Sweden’s Fejd, a folk metal group formed in 2001 from the folk duo Rimmerfors and the prog-thrash band Pathos,1 have been weaving Norse history and mythology into their acoustics-forward heavy metal for decades. They were last heard with 2016’s Trolldom, followed by a decade of inactivity as far as new music is concerned. But now, drummer Esko Sallow, keyboardist Lennart Specht, bassist Thomas Antonsson, vocalist/moraharpa player Niklas Rimmerfors, and multi-instrumentalist Patrik Rimmerfors2 have taken the Fejd banner to Nifelheim, the Norse realm of ice and an album steeped in mist-wrapped mystery. Fejd sing in Swedish and, being a Swiss-cheese-brained American, I can’t tell you if they capture their “Nordic melancholy” in lyricism. But can they musically?

    “Folk metal” encompasses a lot of different sounds; the way Fejd do it, Nifelheim is folk, folk metal. Fejd’s approach immediately reminded me of The Hu’s early material, where amidst the great score of acoustic instrumentation, keyboards, and drums, not one distorted guitar appears. This is no issue. The lively, drone-noted strumming on “Edsvuren” and “Sköldborg”‘s Amon Amarthesque fighting riffs prove Fejd can bring the goods without them. Nifelheim’s acoustic soundscape—beautifully captured in a warm and dynamic mastering job—smells of sea salt on “Älvagrimmar” with its wind-swept majesty and “Strilja”‘s medieval jauntiness and Sgàile-like grandeur. On first listen, I was quickly and easily engrossed. Nifelheim doesn’t actually sound Nordic—like most Viking-y folk music these days, Fejd mostly play a hodgepodge of Asian and Eastern European instruments—but it nonetheless sounds like a dip into the primordial world.

    Fejd use a lot of instruments on Nifelheim, and brother, you better believe they’re using them all in the same song. “Nidhögg” navigates between mouth harp,3 a plethora of strings, synthesizers, and group vocals while the title track opens to a cavalcade of drums, horns, and synchronized string riffs to bombastic effect. Nifelheim is just about always like this. But what’s crazy is that Nifelheim never sounds overly crowded. This owes partly to its aforementioned mix but also Fejd’s delicate songcraft, which sees pieces sliding in and out of the music in seamless, natural transitions. But what’s similarly baffling is that, though Fejd weave such big compositions together, Nifelheim still sounds kinda thin. This is in part due to a lack of low end, which is mostly handled by Salow kicking the dookie out of his drums, because Antonsson’s bass basically stands in the back of the mix sipping a beer mead. Regardless, in tying Nifelheim’s anachronistic musical identity together into a cohesive package, it’s safe to say these Swedes left no “Ø” uncrossed or “Ä” undotted.

    But with how spirited Fejd’s musical identity is and how rich Nifelheim’s compositions can be, it’s a bit surprising how much steam the record loses by the end. Nifelheim keeps to a mid-pace throughout its runtime, and though Fejd can play briskly—Salow really lets loose on the kit when he wants to (“Edsvuren”)—the music nonetheless feels stuck in one speed. Similarly, I’d describe Rimmerfors’ vocals as workmanlike on Nifelheim, serving the music well but being too constrained to stand out or elevate it. Factored together, these two problems conspire to give Nifelheim a feeling of déjà vu. When closer “Svarta Tjärn” rolls out its big conclusion in hopes of a true Viking funeral, a track worthy of one in a vacuum, over-familiarity dims its flame to a serviceable campfire instead. Nifelheim is smooth sailing, but perhaps the trip would’ve been more memorable had Fejd challenged some choppier waters.

    Nifelheim is a fun and expertly crafted album the whole way through, but a lack of exciting highs keeps me from giving a full-chested recommendation of it. Fans of folk metal will likely enjoy what Fejd offer on it, and genre diehards are likely to rate it more highly than I. I hear all the essence of a great album in Nifelheim, from Fejd’s expert chemistry to the record’s effortless fluidity. But I also hear the potential for something to really blow the roof off with Nifelheim gone unrealized. A few stronger hooks or up-tempo moments would’ve really gone a long way. But regardless, Nifelheim is a sound warship for Fejd to get back on the warpath with, and more than worthy of your consideration for listening. Skol!

    Rating: Good
    DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps MP3
    Label: Black Lodge | Sound Pollution
    Websites: fejd.se | facebook.com/Fejdofficial
    Releases Worldwide: August 21st, 2026

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  11. Megascavenger – Toxic Noxious Undeath Review By Steel Druhm

    It’s been a minute since I danced with a Rogga project. The man of a million bands is ever industrious and cranks out material like Doc Grier churns profanity in the AMG Slack channels. Megascavenger is one of Rogga’s countless projects, side quests, and diversions. Surprise, surprise, it’s Swedeath, and along with the HM-2 buzz and fuzz, there are a fuck ton of Rogga’s friends, contemporaries, and well-wishers included in the bone broth. We last covered Megascavenger on 2014s At the Plateaus of Leng, which was an enjoyable slab of Roggacore. Since then, the project dropped 3 full-lengths which we slept on, because no one can keep up with the Roggalanche. Now we get to 6th album, Toxic Noxious Undeath, where Rogga is joined by no less than 10 guest croakers of various levels of renown. The style is vintage d-beaty Swedeath, and the effort to stretch that well-trod style is nonexistent because Rogga cares not for progress. Can olde dawgs still provide tasty tricks using predictable tropes?

    Surprisingly, yes. While Toxic Noxious Undeath is stock standard Swedeath on paper, Rogga and friends inject enough radioactive half-life into the material to make it an entertainingly brainless batch of grave biscuits and morgue dumplings. The gore party kicks off well with the urgent stomp of “Graveyard Screams and Boneyard Dreams,” where death metal legend Kam Lee (Death, Massacre) sallies forth with his nasty roars and monster noises to support a thrashing, bashing bit of fun with riffs for days. It’s the kind of Swedeath song Entombed or Dismember could have birthed in the early 90s, so the nostalgia factor is strong. What follows is a surprisingly spry collection of death nuggets. “Corpses Below” went in one ear and onto my gym playlist in the blink of an eye as Felix from Crematory powers a weirdly beefy, brawny but melancholic little ditty right into your memory hole. Before you know what hit you, you’re in the third movement, and “Exploding Casket Syndrome” is being guided by Erik Rundqvist of Vomitory. It’s a short and sharp deathster and instantly likeable. It could also fit on the average Vomitory release.

    The unrelenting pace of the material is a big plus, with one burner transitioning into another. “Heading for the Furnace” is a bleak, nihilistic cut with a doomy vibe that works well without actually slowing things down much. While the ever-changing vocalists are noticeable, they don’t actually disrupt the album’s flow or make things feel scattershot. Some frontmen stand out more than others, but all do yeoman’s work. Dave Ingram of Benediction delivers the lumber on “A World of Fire and Brimstone,” and Michael H. Andersen of Thorium brings a crazed black metal energy to “Fleshburner Yearer.” Are some cuts more stock and generic than others? Sure. “As Purgatory Descends” is solid and punchy but feels like I’ve heard it somewhere a million times before, and closer, “The Morbid Rides Again” is big, beefy, and brainless, but kind of rudimentary. These are minor hiccups that don’t disrupt the flow or the fun in a meaningful way. With the album coming in at a wafer-thin 33 minutes and the songs all kept in the 2-3 minute window, Toxic Noxious Undeath is designed to hit hard, beat ass, and flee with your lunch money, and it accomplishes this.

    What can be said about a Rogga project? The man handles all the guitar work, and he’s an expert at slapping the listener around with sturdy Swedeath riffs and harmonies. His playing elevates songs like the title track by injecting memorable hooks and ear-catching little change-ups. While not every project of his has a long shelf-life, he can drop successful albums, and this does enough things right to be one of them. The riffs come fast and furious, and the songwriting is good enough to fend off Swedeath fatigue. There’s a raw energy coursing through the album, and Rogga’s playing is the source. The murderer’s row handling voKills add texture and dynamism to the material without knocking things off the rails. It’s a successful, if not world-shaking, combination.

    Toxic Noxious Undeath is a good enough example of what Megascavenger is up to these days to make me want to check out the albums I missed since 2014. If you want a 33-minute dose of classic Swedeath goonery delivered by a rogue’s gallery of death vets, you could do much worse than this. Rogga can still deliver the nasty goods when the stars align. Looks like it’s your lucky day.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Xtreme Music
    Website: facebook.com/megascavenger
    Releases Worldwide: August 14th, 2026

    #2026 #Aug26 #DeathMetal #Megascavenger #MelodicDeathMetal #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal #ToxicNoxiousUndeath #XtremeMusic
  12. Ravaged by the Yeti – Snowbound Horror Review By Andy-War-Hall

    Unfortunately for this review, I have not been ravaged by the Yeti before. But if it’s anything like what happens when you make one too many White Wizzard jokes around Steel Druhm, then it must be a ruthless and altogether ungraceful experience. If so, then Sweden’s Ravaged by the Yeti do the experience justice. Yet another project of guitarist/vocalist Rogga Johansson (Paganizer, Ribspreader, among many, many others), Ravaged by the Yeti first unleashed their Yeti-themed grind-infused death metal on 2023’s Apex Predator. In 2026, they return with a fresh lineup of Johansson, bassist Mike Borders (ex-Massacre), and drummer Jon Rudin (Monstrous). Snowbound Horror promises savagery, plain and simple. Can Ravaged by the Yeti’s simulacrum of their namesake act prove as memorable as the real deal?

    Ravaged by the Yeti do one thing on Snowbound Horror, and that’s spill guts out over the snow. Not their guts, mind you; there’s nothing confessional about this. Through Johansson’s gore-slathered growls, Ravaged by the Yeti treat their listeners to one blood-soaked scene to the next. Himalayan explorers are ripped to pieces (“By the Hand of the Beast”), reduced to slurry (“Human Spoil”), and stuffed in the Abominable Snowman’s freezer (“Frozen Stiff”) before all’s said and done on Snowbound Horror. These savage snippets are captured through Ravaged by the Yeti’s commitment to icy, no-frills death metal. Songs like “Vengeance in Fur” and “Death by Icicle” flex big riffs and punchy kicks while never letting up on the bludgeonings. If you only want a heaping helping of violence out of your death metal, or if Frozen Soul’s latest has you hankering for more cold, Ravaged by the Yeti have you covered with Snowbound Horror.

    Snowbound Horror lives off meat-headed riffcraft. Raiding Bolt Thrower’s arsenal of heavy groove ordnance, songs like “As Fangs Go Deep,” “Beast Prey,” and “Snowbound Horror” bash and rumble with bestial, straightforward aggression. Apex Predator’s grind influence largely takes a backseat to this death-groove on Snowbound Horror, but songs like “By the Hand of the Beast” and “Tusk of the Yeti” maintain grind’s speed and serrated assault. It helps that Ravaged by the Yeti sport drums with adequate thump and snap to them, a surprisingly dynamic mix, and a guitar tone thick and wet as carrion. Between the riffs and growls, rudimentary guitar leads spring up from time to time (“Human Spoil,” “They Came through the Cold”) along with the occasional slick drum fill (“Tusk of the Yeti”). By now, Johansson can probably write respectable death riffs in his sleep, and Ravaged by the Yeti doesn’t disappoint in this regard.

    What does disappoint about Snowbound Horror, however, is its one-note quality. Obviously, Ravaged by the Yeti’s explicit theming limits their creative scope, but Snowbound Horror utilizes too few basic riff shapes and compositions to stay fresh. “Beast Prey” opens with a riff far too similar to the preceding “As Fangs Go Deep”‘s opening riff, and the few solo-esque leads across Snowbound Horror all sit too closely on the same part of the neck. Only “They Came through the Cold” sticks out upon repeat listens, as Ravaged by the Yeti employ a smidge more melody and storytelling focus on this particular tale of terror. For the most part, what could be said about any one song on Snowbound Horror could be just as applicable to any other song. What Ravaged by the Yeti do is fun, but with a very limited set of tools stretched across thirty-five minutes, Snowbound Horror’s grizzly cheek runs cold by the time “Land of Ice and Snow” closes out.

    Ravaged by the Yeti’s Snowbound Horror is more enjoyable than an actual ravaging by the Yeti, but not quite as memorable. It’s a lot more fun than the rating below might suggest, but it would be dishonest of me to say it hasn’t run thin after several listens. If you value gore and grit above all in your death metal, Ravaged by the Yeti might be your picnic. But as a whole artistic package, Snowbound Horror goes by in a blur, hitting hard during its time but leaving little impact in its wake. When I get mangled and masticated by a cryptid, that’s not the story I want to share afterwards.

    Rating: Mixed
    DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps MP3
    Label: Testimony Records
    Websites: facebook.com/RavagedbytheYeti | ravagedbytheyeti.bandcamp.com
    Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

    #25 #2026 #BoltThrower #DeathMetal #FrozenSoul #Grindcore #Jul26 #Massacre #Monstrous #Paganizer #RavagedByTheYeti #Review #Reviews #Ribspreader #SnowboundHorror #SwedishMetal #TestimonyRecords #WhiteWizzard
  13. The metal community has lost another influential musician.

    Former Marduk bassist Roger "B. War" Svensson, who performed with the Swedish black metal legends from 1992 to 2004, has passed away.

    Details: metalinsider.net/sad-news/form

    #Marduk #BWar #RogerSvensson #BlackMetal #SwedishMetal #MetalNews

  14. Thunderclouds are moving overhead bringing some relief from the heat, but more importantly, setting the stage for a late #Saturdoom submission.

    👥 GOLD SPIRE
    💿 Steps into Shadow
    🔗 musiccloud.io/9Wc7p

    Swedish avant-garde death/doom outfit GOLD SPIRE bring a very laid back take on the doom genre, with a lot of less usual instruments like saxophones and flutes. But when they let go, it's proper death/doom with very good, guteral growls.

    #Doom #AvantGarde #DeathDoom #DoomMetal #SwedishMetal

  15. Gold Spire – Steps into Shadow Review By Owlswald

    Detective Fairway pushes through his office door, dragging the cold, rain‑soaked night with him. He drops his coat and hat, slumps into his chair and pours a drink, wishing he were anywhere but stuck on this dead-end case. Lighting a cigarette, he watches the smoke rise as he exhales while rain taps the window. It’s the only sound cutting through his thoughts. Needing a spark, he finally turns to the dusty turntable, hoping music might offer a temporary escape. Placing the needle on Gold Spire’s Steps into Shadow, the sweet sound of dark jazz melodies begins to fill the room. He pours another drink and leans back in his chair, ready to let the music take hold. Now why did I regale you with a horribly stereotypical—and frankly shitty—blurb from an ’80s detective flick? Because it’s all I picture when listening to Gold Spire’s sophomore record and I’m totally here for it.

    While Steps into Shadow can evoke a doomy, dark jazz take on the Lethal Weapon soundtrack, its premise is far more somber. As guitarist Påhl Sundström (ex-Usurpress) explained in an interview, Steps into Shadow draws on the 1931 events in Ådalen, Sweden, when Swedish troops opened fire on striking workers, grounding it in themes of labor struggles and societal decline. This weighty backdrop aligns with the record’s outright brooding and haunting moods, where tracks like “Liberation at Dawn” and the title track blend post-metal and black metal elements with Gold Spire’s half doom, half Kenny G convention. Magnus Kjellstrand’s saxophone once again assumes center stage on cuts like “The Mire”, “Starvation,” and “Truth is an Empty Fortress,” while Erik Sundström’s sauntering rhythms and brother Påhl Sundström’s mechanical guitar flourishes, crystalline arpeggios and harmonic leads swirl and churn around the brass, creating a layered and immersive sound.

    Where Gold Spire’s self-titled debut felt more disjointed and meandering, Steps into Shadow shows a much stronger sense of flow and cohesion. Meant to be experienced as a whole while still allowing each track to stand on its own,1 Steps into Shadow features more purposeful songwriting that feels like it’s actually leading somewhere. The record opens on a mellow, evocative note, with Sundström’s gently picked guitar and Petter Broman’s prominent bass complemented by Kjellstrand’s sax and flute on “Starvation.” “Liberation at Dawn” brings tension and dissonance, underpinned by uneasy melodies and off-beat flourishes, before “The Mire” shifts again into more subdued post-rock textures that provide contrast while maintaining the album’s gradual build. This song tends to meander more than I’d like—a characteristic also shared by “A Clarion Call” later—but it’s a flaw that the Swedish quintet has otherwise addressed since their debut. “Crown of Disfigurement” increases the intensity with chunky riffs and driving double-bass grooves, fusing a plodding death metal feel with layered atmospherics. It’s a worthy payoff that sets the tone for Step into Shadow’s back half, crescendoing with the cascading rhythms of “Drag Us Under,” and the suspenseful and crestfallen closer “Truth is an Empty Fortress.”

    Taking over vocal duties is Arvid Sjödin of Floating, replacing Heval Bozarslan (Third Storm) after his departure. Sjödin brings a fresh, blackened edge to Gold Spire’s sound, centering on a deep, bellowing growl with a gravelly timbre that carries plenty of menace while remaining clear enough for the lyrics to stay audible. He adds tension during the album’s more dissonant moments, and he maintains a consistent presence, layering in higher rasps and the occasional gang roars. While his approach can feel somewhat repetitive over time, his evil-sounding delivery more than compensates, elevating Steps into Shadow above its predecessor in yet another material way.

    Steps into Shadow takes the product Gold Spire foreshadowed on their debut and buffs it into something far more polished. Where the self-titled record often meandered and felt clunky, Steps into Shadow is a clear step forward. It’s more cohesive, more confident, and more mature. I’ll be the first to admit that the use of sax in metal has been well overplayed by now, but there’s no denying that Gold Spire make it work in their own unique way. What they’re doing here is genuinely cool as hell, and if they tighten a few loose ends and stay on this trajectory, then greatness is right on the horizon.

    Rating: Very Good
    DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
    Label: Awakening Records
    Websites: awakeningrecordscn.bandcamp.com/album/steps-into-shadow | facebook.com/goldspire.ua
    Releases Worldwide: June 19th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AwakeningRecords #DoomMetal #Floating #GoldSpire #Jun26 #KennyG #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #StepsIntoShadow #SwedishMetal #ThirdStorm #Usurpress
  16. Shadowborne – Heaven’s Falling Review By Andy-War-Hall

    I used to love poppy, ultra-processed power metal. Blind Guardian basically killed that whole scene for me when I discovered them and realized power metal could have riffs, but a part of me still remembers what I loved. A part of me won’t let it go. And like a shadow from the past, Sweden’s Shadowborne arrived with their debut Heaven’s Falling. Led by vocalist Eira Shadowborne and accompanied by keyboardist The Warden, guitarist The Oathbearer, bassist The Keeper, and drummer The Warbringer,1 Shadowborne seek to make their mark on the genre with fantasy storytelling, monumental hooks, and shiny, bloopy synthesizers. With groups like Twilight Force, Fellowship, and Brothers of Metal reminding me in recent years that there’s still room in my heart for things campy and glossy, and catching some nostalgia pangs to boot, I decided to give Shadowborne a fair shake. But does Heaven’s Falling spell a new rising star in power metal, or are Shadowborne just another curd in the cheese wheel?

    Heaven’s Falling is an uncomplicated debut for Shadowborne: ten tracks,2 thirty-five minutes of dramatic, anthemic, and highly polished power metal. Shadowborne pivot between two modes on Heaven’s Falling: folky, Brothers of Metalesque jaunts like “Hold the Door” and “The Wall” and synthy, pop-hooked 80s LARP à la Battle Beast on songs like “Stranger to Myself” and “Wolf and the Queen.” Oathbearer does the Sabaton thing and riffs in sync with Warden’s synth stings on “High and Low” while Warbringer lays out mid-paced marches, barring one diversion into speed on “Custodians.” Production-wise, Heaven’s Falling is bright and loud, and nothing sounds particularly real, especially the wispy clean guitars (“End of the World”) and Warden’s toothless gang vocals (“Hold the Door”). It’s the kind of metal that Beast In Black can, and likely do, write in their sleep. Simply, anyone familiar with the Europower scene over the past fifteen(ish) years will know what to expect from Shadowborne.

    And if you know Europower, then you know that Chorus Is King. Heaven’s Falling hits its stride with every chorus, accomplished by the phenomenal pipes of Eira Shadowborne. Evoking the likes of Ylva Eriksson (Brothers of Metal) and Noora Louhimo (ex-Battle Beast), Shadowborne belts and croons with power and charisma, sounding thoroughly in charge across Heaven’s Falling. Album highlights “Heaven’s Falling (Dragon’s Hymn)” and “Raven” demonstrate Shadowborne at her best, pouring copious heart into their strong melodies and itch-scratching layered harmonies. Beyond Shadowborne’s battle cries, there’s a commitment to bigness across Heaven’s Falling that contributes to its catchiness. Whether stomping away in “Wolf and the Queen” or waxing melodramatic balladry on “The End of the World,” Shadowborne fill as much sonic space and layer parts as hard as the music can take before bursting. Shadowborne the band is built around Shadowborne, the singer, and Heaven’s Falling is shaped around letting her shine in its biggest moments.

    Heaven’s Falling’s greatest strength, however, comes with a price. Like much chorus-centric music, Heaven’s Falling suffers from a severe case of Boring Verse Syndrome (BVS).3 Most songs default to banal chugging and space-filling synths with little flair or variation. Even Shadowborne’s lines aren’t nearly as engaging in the verse, sounding somewhat thin on “Stranger to Myself” and “The End of the World.” As a result, Heaven’s Falling feels somewhat hollow. Where songs do feel fleshed out, like “Custodians” with its propulsive tempo and “Raven” with its darker verse contrasting its bright chorus, plus an Amon Amarth march in the intro, they stand out drastically. Oathbearer’s solos in particular could’ve cooked longer, as they’re slick, proficient, and wickedly fun across the board but also far, far too brief to leave a lasting impact. A great chorus is good to have, and Shadowborne can deliver them, but Heaven’s Falling needs great whole songs to be a great whole album.

    What holds Shadowborne’s debut down is what holds much of the genre back: entrapment within genre tropes. Heaven’s Falling is loaded with talent and vim, and a lot of these hooks are going to be stuck in my head for a long time. But between the BVS, flaccid production, and played-out approach to power metal on Heaven’s Falling, Shadowborne have crafted a record that simply can’t stand out. Maybe Shadowborne just needed to prove to themselves they could write an album, and their sophomore will be more adventurous. Or maybe this is exactly what they wanted to write. Either way, fans of power metal may like what they’ll hear, but they’ll certainly have heard it already.

    Rating: Mixed
    DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps MP3
    Label: Scarlet Records
    Websites: bandcamp.com/heavens-falling | facebook.com/Shadowborne
    Releases Worldwide: June 19th, 2026

    #25 #AmonAmarth #BattleBeast #BeastInBlack #BlindGuardian #BrothersOfMetal #Fellowship #HeavenSFalling #PowerMetal #Review #Reviews #Sabaton #ScarletRecords #Shadowborne #SwedishMetal #TwilightForce
  17. Goddess – Ritual of the Cloven Hoof Review By Killjoy

    For the second time this month, I seem to have selected a band for review that was born from the ashes of another. Goddess, a stoner doom collective from Stockholm, Sweden, was formerly known as Goatess. Purgatory Under New Management and Blood and Wine were both warmly received by Saunders in 2016 and 2019, respectively. Following the departure of founding guitarist Niklas Jones afterwards, the remaining members decided to rebrand as Goddess. Does the debut Ritual of the Cloven Hoof herald a divine ascension for these horned disciples?

    By and large, Goddess doesn’t sound all that different from Goatess. The core songwriting pillars are still the lumbering, looping grooves of Electric Wizard and the swaggering, bluesy stoner riffs of Sleep. Karl-Martin Bruhe, who was also the vocalist on Blood and Wine, has a gravelly, smoky edge to his voice that adds a good amount of pep. He reminds me a bit of Aganoor’s Dan Ghostrider, albeit in a less grungy, more chilled-out environment. These building blocks, which form the backbone of Ritual of the Cloven Hoof, may seem simple on the surface, but they are arranged in different combinations to produce an impressive variety of power levels as the record unfolds.

    Goddess is at their best when they play at either extreme of this spectrum of intensity. My favorite moment in “Inquisition” occurs midway through when they take a break from the traditional licks and grooves, switching to hypnotic tom rhythms which combine perfectly with the psyched-out guitars. This style is also used to great effect in the intro of “To Be King,” which gradually ramps up and culminates with some unexpectedly vicious growls and snarls in the final verse. Ritual of the Cloven Hoof would have benefitted from more of this aggression, which is otherwise absent outside of a brief moment towards the end of “Blood Fever.” Drummer Kenta Karlblom is perhaps the most important influence, making the ebb and flow feel natural, with subtle yet satisfying fills and transitions.

    As I spent more time with Ritual of the Cloven Hoof, I noticed an inverse relationship between song length and song quality. “Godless” and “Born Again Heathen” are solid enough slabs of doom metal, but they spread too few riffs over too many minutes. The latter feels especially plodding and could have done without the spoken word segment or such a long psychedelic jam in the middle. The upbeat hard rock riffs that open the next (and shortest overall) track “Devil’s Reef,” are like a breath of fresh air afterward. That said, the total runtime is a tight 38 minutes, which is much more digestible compared with the hour-plus runtimes of all three Goatess records.

    With Ritual of the Cloven Hoof, Goddess picks up right where Goatess left off without missing a beat. Prior fans will not be disappointed by this new incarnation. Goddess continues to traverse a wide swath within classic doom and stoner rock, at times thick and weighty and others mesmerizing and easygoing. Ritual of the Cloven Hoof resolves prior issues of overall bloat, although some of the longer tracks overstay their welcome. Slower stretches notwithstanding, stoner doom enthusiasts willing to undertake this pilgrimage will uncover ample rewards from this ritual.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Majestic Mountain Records
    Websites: goddessbandofficial.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/baldersounds
    Releases Worldwide: May 22nd, 2026

    #2026 #30 #Aganoor #DoomMetal #ElectricWizard #Goatess #Goddess #HardRock #MajesticMountainRecords #May26 #PsychedelicRock #Review #Reviews #RitualOfTheClovenHoof #Sleep #StonerMetal #SwedishMetal
  18. Mirror of My Soul – October Is Rising Review By Andy-War-Hall

    Now—as summer blasts the Earth into a fly-ridden heath—is when I long most for fall. So I get why Patrik Andersson Winberg’s (Dun Ringill, Doomdogs) new solo project Mirror of My Soul would debut this June with October Is Rising.1 A folk project empowered with hard rock muscle and gothic gravitas, Mirror of My Soul aims for atmospheric storytelling and organic song structuring. Joined by drummers Pete Campbell (Axe Dragger, ex-Pentagram) and Tobbe Strandvik, keyboardist Per Wiberg (Tiamat, ex-Opeth), guitarist Patric Grammann (Dun Ringill) and a whole host of vocalists,2 October Is Rising is poised to be an introspective, moody, and engrossing trek through rustic moods and colder temps. But is this album autumn’s light at the end of the tunnel, or is there no relief from summer to be found here?

    October Is Rising is a clinic on complementary musicianship. Working within gothic country, folk, and blues rock, October Is Rising lives in slow, sparse compositions that won’t wow listeners with panache. Songs like “A Good Day to Die” and “The Owl” use simple guitar and banjo parts, respectively, to set the stage for spirited vocal performances, while “October Is Rising” and “Grandpa” utilize particularly minimal instrumentation to highlight their singers’ stories. Mirror of My Soul can rip it when necessary, as heard on the Jethro Tullesque flute riffing on “Mina Fotavtryck” and the slick hi-hat work on “Dancing Slowly on the Porch,” but October Is Rising’s musical prowess lies less in individual performance and more in band dynamics. “Lost in the Red Wine” and “The One Who Sings the Songs” pulse in ways that sneakily build and bounce off their individual parts to sound a lot bigger than their thin instrumentation would imply. Mirror of My Soul is composed of industry veterans, and it sounds like it; these guys bring out the best in each other.

    Setting rich moods and storytelling are Mirror of My Soul’s game. They’re pros at it. October Is Rising is a pensive autumnal stroll through gloom with the sort of eerie coziness that at varying times reminded me of Fields of the Nephilim, Current 93, and the Over the Garden Wall soundtrack.3 Soundscapes of pale light and fresh darkness bestow tracks like “The Painter,” “Grandpa,” and “Tree on that Hill” a deeply affecting and melancholic quality, shaped by the aforementioned stark instrumentation and poignant vocals. October Is Rising is littered with pathos-imbued bars delivered with conviction, where phrases as obtuse as “The bad news was a feather from a dead bird” (“The Letter”) hit with the sensitivity of straightforward heart-wrenchers like “The trees showed me how to make it all last. There is no future without a vivid past” (“Tree on that Hill”). Mirror of My Soul bring everything you’d want from a singer-songwriter project musically: bittersweet strolls down memory lane, deep into introspection.

    October Is Rising listens like a work of singular vision, but not of one voice. There are no bad singers on October Is Rising, mind you, and the diverse cast can be a boon. There aren’t many records out there that can, in one moment, recall Alice in Chains (“Coyote”) and Peter Gabriel the next (“Tree on that Hill”),4 Lou Reed one minute (“Carry Your Soul”) and Johnny Cash another (“A Good Day to Die”). But this committee approach also deprives October Is Rising of singer-songwriter music’s strongest aspect: the intimate conversation between artist and audience. It’s hard to think of Mirror of My Soul as Winberg’s personal exploration of a gloaming Earth when you have to adjust to a new singer every song. October Is Rising still feels cohesive thanks to Winberg’s consistent and compelling songwriting, but I believe one or two good singers would’ve made the record connect that much better.

    Mirror of My Soul bring the wistfulness of autumn on October Is Rising. Tight musicianship and smart songwriting carry the listener through Winberg’s stories, sometimes outlandish and always engaging. Though I think one singer would’ve made Mirror of My Soul a more focused entity—or perhaps one singer across every song à la Tobias Sammet of Avantastia—October Is Rising is nevertheless a greatly enjoyable work that I could confidently recommend to anyone interested in gothic rock/country/folk. At the very least, when the upcoming months get hot as balls, it’ll be a good reminder that, in the near future, October Is Rising indeed.

    Rating: Very Good
    DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: WAV
    Label: Majestic Mountain Records
    Websites: mirrorofmysoul.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/mirrorofmysoul
    Releases Worldwide: June 12, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AliceInChains #AugustIsFalling #Avantasia #AxeDragger #Current93 #Doomdogs #DunRingill #FieldsOfTheNephilim #Folk #JethroTull #JohnnyCash #Jun26 #LouReed #MajesticMountainRecords #MirrorOfMySoul #NotMetal #OctoberIsRising #Opeth #Pentagram #PeterGabriel #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal #Tiamat
  19. Monolord – Neverending Review By Creeping Ivy

    I always thought Monolord could level up by favoring hooky bangers. So too did Roquentin, who, in evaluating Vænir back in 2015, saw in these long-form Sabbathians the potential for memorable songs. In picking up Monolord reviewing duties, Huck N Roll began charting a consistently Good stoner/doom career that flirted with evolution but consistently maintained a tried-and-true formula. I would have added the adjectival modifier to Your Time to Shine (2021)—its five distinctive tracks strike a Very Good balance of droniness and catchiness across a sensible 39 minutes.1 My revisionism notwithstanding, Monolord has come to embody the AMG Good, with four branches now on the beloved 3.0tree. As the third Monolord reviewer, the odds suggest I will slap another 3.0 on Neverending and call it a day, especially if album six continues to innovate only around the edges.

    Fortunately, Monolord agrees that hooky bangers would reinvigorate Monolord. To help sculpt what they describe as ‘more succinct and immediate songs’ and a ‘sharper album,’ the band enlisted the legendary Sylvia Massy to record, produce, and mix Neverending.2 Monolord credit Massy for significantly influencing their editing, but this isn’t to say she radically altered the band’s stoner/doom sound. Sonically, Massy beefs up the already thick n’ fuzzy tones of this Swedish power trio. Indeed, the guitar of Thomas Jäger and bass of Mika Häkki continue to combine for some of the fattest, tastiest riffage in the game, with a signature chromaticism hard to achieve in the genre.3 As on prior records, Jäger’s vocals sit back in the mix, making his mid-to-upper range croon ethereally prominent. The metronomic drums of Esben Willems also sit back, making every crash, fill, and cowbell monumental. Like previous outings, Neverending sounds invitingly warm, with some welcome heft this time around.

    Under Massy’s guidance, Neverending shakes up the Monolord formula for the first time. Whereas previous records are 5–6 tracks with an average song-length of 8 minutes, 5 of 8 tracks here sit between 3–5 minutes. Exemplifying this new approach is the opening one-two punch of “Iodine,”—which feels like a miniature YOB meets the noise-groove of Killdozer—and “You Bastard,”—the album’s strongest Minilord song. The latter propels an infectious verse-chorus cycle, supplemented by shimmying shakers, with a Riff o’ the Year candidate. Later, “The Masque” and “Invisible” hit the spot; the former has a fun blues stomp and delightfully dark verses, but the song would’ve benefitted from three iterations of its (terrific) chorus. Minilord falters, however, on “Crystal Bridge,” which actually feels too short. Excellent CoC-style sludgery gives way to Jäger alone, laying plaintive vocals atop clean chords. It seems to set up something expansive, but once the sludge riffing returns as a capper, “Crystal Bridge” ends up sounding like a song without a chorus.

    Despite their emphasis on succinctness, Monolord lace ‘classic’ longer jams throughout Neverending. ”Oozing Wound” is the darling in this regard, typifying the winning chemistry Jäger, Häkki, and Willems possess when they lock in on a simple riff and give it enough space, turns, and melodic character to make it interesting yet still hypnotic. On “It’s Neverending,” Jäger vocally collaborates with Jörgen Sandström, the former bassist of Entombed, which gives Monolord its first flavoring of death-doom via Sandström’s growls. Though I’m less enthusiastic about the Sandström-led portions, the song’s gentle, melancholic dénouement makes it an exceptional eponymous closer. Speaking of closers, “Inside a Collider” weirdly feels like one at track three. It drones on a hooky riff/vocal combo for a while, but it also contains a killer doom descent I wish happened more than once.

    After careful analysis, I have arrived at the same score Monolord has been achieving at AMG for over a decade. In 2019, Huck described No Comfort as the band’s transition album, which was true at the time. But as it currently stands, Neverending is Monolord’s transition album, and it’s a transition not without its growing pains. Though the songwriting falters more than it should on a ‘sharp’ album, holistically, Neverending is an enjoyable 43 minutes, making it a more-than-worthy branch on the 3.0tree.4 In the promo materials, Häkki shares that the collaboration with Massy ‘makes [him] curious about what the next chapter will be’ for Monolord. I count myself among the curious—Neverending isn’t the fully-realized version of Minilord I was hoping for, but it plants the seed.

    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR
    : N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
    Label: Relapse Records
    Websites: Official | Instagram | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: May 29th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #BlackSabbath #CorrosionOfConformity #DoomMetal #Entombed #JohnnyCash #Killdozer #May26 #Monolord #Neverending #RelapseRecords #Review #Reviews #StonerMetal #SwedishMetal #SystemOfADown #Tool #YOB
  20. Draconian – In Somnolent Ruin Review By Kenstrosity

    Draconian is an institution. Since Where Lovers Mourn dropped 23 years ago, the Swedish death doom sextet upheld an unflappable standard of quality across seven records, marking a legendary discography matched by precious few. Everyone has their favorite out of those seven tomes, but it’s fairly uncommon to find a shared preference. This not only speaks to the diversity of Draconian’s sound despite their tried and true template, but also to the reliable nature of their compositions, capable of striking at the heart of anyone who might encounter them. I, just as susceptible to Draconian’s hooded charm, miraculously came into possession of their eighth outing, In Somnolent Ruin, albeit quite late. However, it took no time whatsoever to recognize that it was special.

    As if in celebration of their reunion with original siren Lisa Johansson, Draconian amplified both the beautiful and the beastly sides of their trademark sound for In Somnolent Ruin. Heavy as Arcane Rain Fell and A Rose for the Apocalypse (“The Monochrome Blade”) and delicate as Sovran and Under a Godless Veil (“Lethe”), In Somnolent Ruin trudges inexorably through an unknowable pall with desperate fury and earnest sorrow. A dichotomy of intensity and grace embodies this hour-long funereal march, gloom and mist gently grazing the skin as the earth churns underfoot and a clouded sky thunders above. The emotions conjured through Draconian’s gothic spell, deep ripples that oscillate between tension and release in overwhelming concentrations, black out my vision and light up my synapses. This is what Draconian is known for, and what they do so well they’ve rarely done better than on In Somnolent Ruin.

    Whereas Draconian routinely succeeds in songwriting across all of their records, In Somnolent Ruin blossoms primarily because of the striking performances it houses. Lisa and Anders Jacobsson shine here, each pouring every fiber of their being into their vocals (“The Monochrome Blade,” “The Face of God,” “Cold Heavens”). Anders sounds particularly venomous, his serrated growls and screaming rasps curdling my blood and melting my bones with every utterance (“I Gave You Wings”). Lisa belts like never before, showcasing a range and power I didn’t realize she possessed (“Cold Heavens”). Not to be outclassed, guitarists Johan Ericson and Niklas Nord shove thunderous riffs against each other and in concert with only the most bleeding-heart lead melodies (“I Welcome Thy Arrow,” “Misanthrope River”), creating a wonderful miasma of textures and tones that swirl with the deadly grace of smoke. Drummer Daniel Johansson and Bassist Daniel Arvidsson form a formidable rhythm section to bolster In Somnolent Ruin with great heft and shrewd patterns. Daniel Johansson in particular impresses with beats and fills that almost refuse to mimic Niklas’ riffs, instead forging his own path weaving in and out of the spaces between guitars and vocals with powerful muscularity. Working as a finely tuned machine, Draconian’s performance on In Somnolent Ruin is a rare coalescence that elevates every crest and crescendo beyond greatness.

    That greatness nonetheless extends to songwriting, as In Somnolent Ruin showcases some of Draconian’s coolest pieces in their discography. With no fewer than four contenders for my Songs o’ the Year playlist (“The Monochrome Blade,” “The Face of God,” “I Gave You Wings,” “Cold Heavens”), the impact of these nine songs, both isolated from and integrated with the whole, leaves nothing but dust and rubble at my feet. Emotionally devastating, richly detailed, and imposing in stature, only one word approaches adequacy when intimating my impressions: majestic. Towering arcs that connect poignant storytelling to heartfelt expressiveness personify In Somnolent Ruin’s transition from the riff-laden challenge “I Welcome Thy Arrow” to the bitter death of “Lethe.” As I traverse that arc, marvelous transitions guide my way through twists and gnarls as beautiful in form as they are lethal to the touch. Draconian created something familiar enough to caress and comfort but surprising in its vitality and charisma, such that each fresh spin feels as compelling and impactful as the first.

    I’m left astounded, alone in a clearing of brush and fog. So few discographies boast such reliable and recognizable greatness, but even fewer offer late-stage monoliths of this scale. To critique small nitpicks like the relative innocuousness of interlude “Asteria Beneath the Tranquil Sea” or the slightly less impressive “Anima” feels disingenuous—as if to do so is merely to make up for a perceived neglect of my responsibility to evaluation. Yet even accounting for this internal debate, In Somnolent Ruin is a rare triumph. A love letter to Draconian’s storied past and a celebration of their modern era, refined to staggering excellence.

    Rating: Excellent!
    DR: Buried Under 6 Feet of Bandwidth | Format Reviewed: Misanthrope Stream
    Label: Napalm Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Official | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

    #2026 #45 #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Draconian #GothicDoom #GothicMetal #InSomnolentRuin #May26 #NapalmRecords #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal
  21. Rexoria – Fallen Dimension Review By ClarkKent

    Typically, you can judge a cheesy power metal album just from its cover art. Look at the laser-powered sharks/dinos from Victorius, the D&D fantasy elements of Power Paladin, or the stuffed assembly of characters on Angus McSix, and you know you’re getting yourself a heap of cheddar. The covers are busy, bombastic, and as brightly-colored as Frida Ohlin’s hair (see band photo below). Sweden’s Rexoria bucks that trend. The cover art for Fallen Dimension looks like it belongs on a work of dystopian prog like Vanderlust. They deliver something far more light-hearted, though—symphonic power metal. Rexoria deem themselves the birth of a genre called “Royal Metal”—it’s in their name. Rex means king, and Oria means gold. Royal metal. Get it? So just what is this new tag? More importantly, would you like your royale with cheese?

    Fallen Dimension blends old school heavy metal with modern power metal and a dash of keyboard synths. While they boast of symphonics in their promo sheet, Rexoria have more in common with Unleash the Archers than Mystfall. They combine the joyful energy of Frozen Crown with the straightforward approach of Sabaton. With honed pop structures, Rexoria set aside the wankery of many power metal bands and dive quickly into their anthemic choruses. Blink, and you might miss the music that happens between the opening spoken word segment and hooky chorus on opener “Metallic Rain.” If you like the bop and energy of power metal without its often masturbatory shredding, then this is for you. Rexoria has solos, but they’re in and out in a flash, all to ensure songs end in a (mostly) tidy 3-4 minutes. The downside is that where bands like Frozen Crown and Unleash the Archers do some really cool stuff with their guitars, the guitars on Fallen Dimension sound generic and bland.

    Frontwoman Frida Ohlin gives Rexoria a more distinctive sound relative to more recent power metal bands. She has a gritty voice akin to Joan Jett rather than the smooth and joyful tone of Frozen Crown’s Giada Etro. She delivers some really good choruses, bringing to life the likes of “Break the Wave” and “Running with the Stars” with her energetic delivery. She even shows a more tender side on the rock ballad, “Heart of Sorrow,” a duet with Johnny Gioeli (Axel Rudi Pell). Her grit keeps the bouncy, formulaic songs from going too far down the road of pop music. It’s not that the other players are incompetent—they just don’t have much to work with. The drums are standard, galloping blast beats, and the guitar riffs are competent if uninspired. Rexoria brought in a new bassist (Adam Nordquist) for Fallen Dimension, but I rarely heard him. Usually a record like this benefits from outside hooks, and the synths tend to be hit or miss. There are some good ones, such as those on “Metallic Rain,” but on follow-up “Awakening,” I couldn’t help but wonder if they started recycling synth lines.

    In general, Fallen Dimension is a pleasant listen that’s also forgettable due to its jack-of-all-trades nature. Rexoria’s plug-and-chug approach allows for an enjoyable energy and choruses that hit the right notes. Yet there’s very little to distinguish them from the power metal pack. The opening riff on “Wasted Land” sounds a lot like something from a Fellowship record, while a majority of their other riffs are hardly more creative than your run-of-the-mill radio rock music. I didn’t dislike any of the songs, yet nothing really grabbed me either. Some of the choruses stuck in my head for a little while, but without any real emotional impact. Rexoria has all the pieces in place—they’re just missing that extra something to make them shine.

    Power metal serves as a bridge between extreme and popular music. It often contains pop structures that appeal to a wider audience, yet can still stretch the limits with exciting musical prose that can appeal to thrill-seeking extremists. The pitfall of flirting with more commercial styles is that it often leads to formulaic and watered-down music. Rexoria boasts in their promo sheet of millions of Spotify streams and half a million YouTube views, so clearly they are finding success. It would just be nice to see them take some risks. Too often, success gets in the way of art. I hope Rexoria can continue to find success while also developing the art of their music.

    Rating: 2.5/5.0
    DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
    Label: Black Lodge Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Official Site
    Releases Worldwide: May 8th, 2026

    #25 #2026 #AngusMcSix #AxelRudiPell #BlackLodgeRecords #FallenDimension #Fellowship #FrozenCrown #JoanJett #May26 #Mystfall #PowerMetal #PowerPaladin #Review #Reviews #Rexoria #Sabaton #SwedishMetal #UnleashTheArchers #Vanderlust #Victorius
  22. At The Gates – The Ghost of a Future Dead Review By Grymm

    I’ve gone back and forth about how to introduce The Ghost of a Future Dead, the eighth full-length by legendary Swedish death metal innovators At The Gates, the first with the returning Anders Björler back on lead guitar and songwriting duties (along with his twin brother, bassist Jonas) and also the final album featuring the late, great Tomas “Tompa” Lindberg, who sadly succumbed to a rare-but-super-aggressive bout of cancer in September of 2025. This introductory paragraph (and review) has been typed, deleted, reworded, deleted, approached differently, deleted, etc. so many times that I’ve lost count and given myself a colossal migraine in overthinking, over-evaluating, and over-justifying. But there comes a point where, in my month of listening to this, you have to say “fuck it,” and proceed in the direction that your gut, heart, and ears are guiding you towards. I will simply state that The Ghost of a Future Dead is many things.

    What it’s not, however, is a pity party. Like anyone else with a conscience and heart, I was devastated to read about what Lindberg went through over the last few years with his battle against Adenoid Cystic Carcinoma, and was heartbroken when he died after a bravely-fought battle. You wouldn’t know he was struggling upon listening to the album, however, as Lindberg was in fine form here. His delivery has never been this potent, this acidic, with lead-off single “The Fever Mask” demonstrating his caustic delivery just fine. Elsewhere, “Det oerhörda,” the first At The Gates song written entirely in Swedish, further channels Lindberg’s rage and intensity. The fact that he performed all his parts, in one day and mostly in one take on the day before his surgery, before his bandmates even recorded anything is nothing short of impressive, as it doesn’t sound like it at all.

    The Ghost of a Future Dead (24-bit HD audio) by At The Gates

    Speaking of his bandmates, to say they all brought their A-game would be a grotesque understatement. To be frank, this is the At The Gates album I was craving when they first reunited back in 2010.1 Everyone went all-out, and the results are ridiculous. Both Björler brothers and fellow guitarist Martin Larsson hurl riff after monstrous riff at you, but also know how to construct some damn fine harmonies like on “The Fever Mask” and “A Ritual of Waste.” As for Adrian Erlandsson, his fills and embellishments border on the criminal. I’m sure the rather obscene breakdown section of “The Unfathomable” is considered illegal in most countries, with Erlandsson incorporating a well-placed ride cymbal “TING!” at just the right time2 to send people into a pit-inducing frenzy. In fact, with the exception of moody instrumental “Förgängligheten,” The Ghost is just fire and rage from beginning to glorious end, and all four instrumentalists paid loving, yet visceral, tribute to a fallen bandmate and brother on here.


    The Jens Bogren production also elevates The Ghost into the upper echelons of At The Gates’ discography. Both the guitars and the drums radiate a profound heft and clarity. Speaking of clarity, being able to make out Jonas’ basslines is much, much appreciated, as he can play his ass off. Also speaking of Jonas, one thing I noticed was the more progressive leanings that he incorporated on To Drink From the Night Itself and The Nightmare of Being are still present at times, like on “The Dissonant Void,” might be reduced significantly, but they’re present and better incorporated, leading to a better impact overall. For 42 minutes and some change, The Ghost is the sound of everyone firing on all cylinders.

    Full admission: everyone behind the scenes at Angry Metal Guy wanted to hear The Ghost of a Future Dead, but nobody wanted to review it. If it sucked,3 no one understandably wanted to say as much. If it were legitimately good, people would say that it’s said out of grief, trying to fit in with established publications, or some other bullshit reason. In this case, since it goes toe-to-toe with their best work (and in some ways surpasses them), it’s all those reasons plus receiving an unnecessary amount of grief from the comments section, crying about the audacity of giving it the score it ultimately received, despite all justification on my part. So I’ll take it on the chin for the team and state that yes, The Ghost of a Future Dead deserves the score due to the quality, ferociousness, and heart on display. If this ends up being At The Gates’ swansong,4 this is a hell of a way to go out, as they dropped another classic on our sorry asses. Awesome job, to all those involved. Rest in power, Tompa.

    Rating: 5.0/5.0
    DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
    Label: Century Media Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: April 24th, 2026

    #2026 #50 #Apr26 #AtTheGates #CenturyMediaRecords #MelodicDeathMetal #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal #TheGhostOfAFutureDead
  23. Vomitory – In Death Throes Review By Steel Druhm

    Since spewing out from the Swedish death metal scene back in 1996, Vomitory have been one of the most consistent acts in extreme metal. Album after album of no-frills, brutal, yet enthralling Swedeath emerged from the puke shack, and you could always look forward to getting something gruesome and sick from them. They had a long layoff after 2011s Opus Mortis VIII, but when they came back with 2023s All Heads Are Gonna Roll, it was as if they never left at all. That platter was tried-and-trve Vomitory: aggressive, heavy, abrasive, but weirdly catchy. Now they’re back in the hunt with 10th album, In Death Throes, sporting new axe worker Christian Fredriksson in place of Peter Östlund. Is this corpse still delectable and appropriately unsavory? Will their simple but effective template finally start to show signs of metal fatigue? Let’s discuss these questions at the Vomitorium.

    Mere seconds into opener “Rapture in Rupture,” you know you’re in for a good, rough time. This is Vomitory in all their putrid glory. HM-2 powered riffs buzz loudly like diseased insects, drums thunder and blast, and Erik Rundqvist roars over the chaos like a sick wilderbeast in heat. The energy level is set to “Berserk Meth Nutter on Crack,” and the riffs work to peel away your skin and degrade your bone structure. It offers nothing you haven’t heard before, or even something you haven’t heard from Vomitory before, but that matters not at all because this shit kills. Lead single “For Gore and Country” keeps the adrenaline and testosterone pumping with more high-speed gore and near-grind death, and it’s a joy to be bulldozed by it. The band refuse to ease back on the death throttle until 4th track, “Wrath Unbound,” where they slot into Bolt Thrower territory and appropriate that war-loving crew’s iconic riff palette for a bit of tank-in-the-muck grinding. It works very well, though it makes me long for a new Bolt Thrower album.

    Elsewhere, “Cataclysmic Fleshfront” goes extra fast and mean on those still left in the fight, at times verging on beef-brained slam in a way that will bring Dolphin Whisperer to the yard faster than any cheesy milkshake ever could. This is abrasive, brain-deadening shit, but Vomitory uses the chaos to try a few new things, and damn if those big chugs aren’t satisfying. If you were to play this at the gym, your primal ape rage would increase tenfold as other gym goers fled in terror. “Two and a Half Men” introduces a simple yet effective riff, then absolutely beats you into a bloody pulp with it for 3 in the most relentless way possible. I mean this as a positive. Closer “Oblivion Protocol” injects interestingly melodic and moody harmonies into the mix, possibly as a balm to help you recover from the 30-plus minute mega-ass whopping they just put on you. It’s a cool changeup, and it sticks out. Are there lesser moments? I suppose one could say “Forever Scorned” isn’t quite as tremendously murderous as its peers, but it’s still a good song with loads of death boulders to hurl. At a very tight 38-plus minutes and with all songs in the 3-4 minutes window, In Death Throes blows your head off and then fucks off in quick order. Nothing stays too long or feels bloated. At the same time, the songs all have their own identity and don’t bleed into a revolting mush as they easily could with a less practiced hand at the wheel.

    I’ve always been a huge fan of Erik Rundqvist’s death vocals, and In Death Throes is another testament to his unnatural abilities. His roars are just guttural enough to hit that subhuman level and add the right amount of sick extremity to the material. He isn’t puking up nuclear hairballs a la Cryptworm, but he doesn’t sound restrained either. Longtime guitarist Urban Gustafsson pairs well with newcomer Christian Fredriksson and together they uncork a nonstop succession of ragged, jagged riffs designed to traumatize and harm. They even toss a killer Exodus riff into “Erased in Red” that’s better than what we actually heard from Exodus recently. Tobias Gustafsson has the unenviable task of keeping up with the rest of these maniac mauraders, and his kit work is frantic, frenzied, and just technical enough to satisfy. Once again, Vomitory stick to what always worked for them, and somehow, it works as well now as it did in 1996.

    Vomitory made a fierce comeback in 2023, and now they’re showing it was no late-career fluke with In Death Throes. This is a rowdy, skull-crushing death metal opus with plenty of meat to chew on. All that meat is rancid, so all the better! Trust in Vomitory and get your ears assailed by this blasty bastard. It would be wise, my friends.

    

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
    Label: Metal Blade
    Websites: vomitory.net | vomitory.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/vomitoryband | instagram.com/vomitoryband
    Releases Worldwide: April 10th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AllHeadsAreGonnaRoll #Apr26 #BoltThrower #DeathMetal #InDeathThroes #MetalBladeRecords #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal #Vomitory
  24. Lion’s Share – Inferno Review By Andy-War-Hall

    Some bands need no introduction; somehow, Lion’s Share do. Hailing from Sundsvall, Sweden, guitarist Lars Chriss and keyboardist Kay Buckland formed the group in 1987 and, between 1995 and 2009, cranked out a smattering of respectable, high-octane heavy metal records before seemingly falling off a cliff. Lion’s Share were never condemned to obscurity,1 but they never reached the level of acclaim their fans believe they deserved. Now, seventeen years after 2009’s Dark Hours, Lion’s Share attempt to swing back with Inferno, something Chriss claims as “the strongest, heaviest and most focused Lion’s Share record of our career.” There’s a lot working against Inferno: seventeen years between albums could either stoke the flames of ambition or see them snuffed out, and vocalist Nils Patrik Johansson most recently came off a plain bad solo record in War and Peace. But can Lion’s Share overcome these challenges and stumbles to claim the throne they deserve with Inferno?

    Lion’s Share raise their Inferno through the ancient metal magiks of the early 80s. Ruled by the riff as first envisioned by the likes of Exciter, Diamond Head, and Dio, Inferno sneers at any notion that heavy/proto-thrash doesn’t deserve consideration this side of 2000. For the most part, Inferno’s throwback nature proves engaging. “The Lion’s Trial” evokes Dio’s “Holy Diver” with its dramatic synth intro and anthemic structure, while “We Will Rock” teeters the line of homage and plagiarism of Dio’s “We Rock,” borrowing heavily from its chorus riff and vocals. Inferno flirts with select 90s innovations, like Primal Fearesque power metal in “Live Forever” and “Another Desire” and brooding groove in “Pentagram” and “Baptized in Blood,” which catches similar waves as Bruce Dickinson’s The Chemical Wedding. The only break from the formula is closer “Run for Your Life,” which blends doom riffs with symphonic elements and full-on hair metal sleaze into a ridiculously fun package. Inferno sees a band that doesn’t just mimic the sounds of old but realizes them authentically.

    Lion’s Share sound spry as ever on Inferno. Vim drives Inferno, bestowing it great volumes of speed (“We Will Rock”), brawn (“Pentagram”), dirt (“Another Desire”) and drama (“Run for Your Life”). Inferno’s biggest surprise is Johansson, who sounds simply robust, and his Dioisms feel more like a feature and less like a caricature than on War and Peace. I think because Lion’s Share is riff-centric, NPJ doesn’t have to carry the material himself and put too much pressure on his voice. When Inferno does call on him to take the lead, the results range from the strained hiccup of “Live Forever” to the chest-pounding victory of “The Lion’s Trial.” But the highlight of Inferno is Chriss’ soloing, which evokes the gnarly excess of Vivian Campbell and Eddie Van Halen in their shreddy melodicism. Lion’s Share may have been away from the studio for some time, but age doesn’t seem to have taken its toll on Inferno.

    Lion’s Share don’t do much you’ve never heard before, but Inferno is just too fun not to feel like a total victory. There’s little bloat on Inferno, bar some over repetition on “Chain Child” and “Live Forever,” and the mix is clear and dynamic enough for what Lion’s Share do. The hooks are massive without being overbearing: I’ve been humming “Baptized in Blood” and “The Lion’s Share” all week, and “We Will Rock” escapes the knock-off label with a ridiculously catchy verse all of its own. Inferno’s lyrics are silly but delivered so convincingly it rarely comes off as corny but more tongue-in-cheek: when “We Are What We Are” calls for a heavy metal revolution, or NPJ describes himself as the “Anti-Social Warrior” on “Inferno,” I laugh with Lion’s Share. Overall, Inferno crackles and rages with simple heavy metal goodness.

    Lion’s Share are so easy to root for, and Inferno proves why. Good songs, good performances, excellent solos, and an undying allegiance to their craft make Inferno a blast all around. With how good “Run for Your Life” turned out, however, it makes me wonder if Inferno could’ve ascended beyond mere enjoyability if Lion’s Share went in more adventurous directions in their songwriting. But there isn’t a whiff of pretension on this thing, and I get the sense that this is exactly the record these guys wanted to make. Lion’s Share are probably not going to take the world with Inferno, but if you like your metal loud, beefy, and dated circa 1981, it’s just the record you want to hear.

    

    Rating: Good
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mps
    Label: Metalville Records
    Websites: lionsshare.org | lionsshare.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/lionsshareband
    Releases Worldwide: March 27th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #BruceDickinson #DiamondHead #Dio #Exciter #HeavyMetal #Inferno #LionSShare #Mar26 #MetalvilleRecords #NilsPatrikJohansson #PowerMetal #PrimalFear #Review #Reviews #SwedishMetal
  25. Evermore – Mournbraid Review By Holdeneye

    When last we saw Sweden’s Evermore, they arrived within these halls, wielding a platter of power metal that was as muscular as it was melodic. The songs on 2023’s In Memorium hit me right in the feels, the crunch of its guitars hit me right in the nuts, and overall, I really enjoyed the record and its beefy, Avantasia-with-the-fat-trimmed-off vibe. While I had some issues with the vocal performance on In Memorium, I saw enough potential in Evermore to be legitimately excited when I saw the promo for follow-up Mournbraid splash into the sump. Once again sporting a be-womaned cover, said promo touts a “sound made of aggressive guitar riffs, soaring epic vocals, and unforgettable hooks—all amplified by a massive, neat production.” It’s a bold claim, but can the music live up to it?

    It doesn’t take long for that question to be answered. On first proper track “Underdark,” Evermore sounds heavier than ever and hookier than one of those full-body Velcro suits that sticks you to the wall. In the review for In Memorium, I pointed out that that album’s lead single recycled elements of an Amon Amarth song, and interestingly enough, I can make a similar claim this time around, albeit with even more brutal source material; both “Underdark” and its preceding instrumental intro seem to rehash a melody from The Lion King soundtrack. But no worries! Once again, the pieces work so well together to kick things off that I can’t even be mad.

    If you’re like me, when you saw the color palette used for Mournbraid’s cover art, you expected the music to take a turn for the darker, and if you’re like me, you were right. Each iteration of Evermore gets heavier, while still residing squarely within the confines of “melodic power metal,” and they are undoubtedly at their best when they lean into that heft. The more aggressive tracks, like “Mournbraid,” the aforementioned “Underdark,” “Ravens at the Gates” (whose melo-death riffing places the emphasis on ‘At the Gates’), and my personal anthem for 2026, the Dream Evil-esque “Armored Will,” are Evermore’s sweet spot, and they are only made more powerful by Mournbraid’s stellar production—I can’t remember the last time I’ve heard a guitar tone this mighty.

    But the deliciousness of the beef makes the blandness of the more subdued side dish all the more glaring. Plopped right in the middle of Mournbraid is “Oath of Apathy,” an unfortunately titled, 7-minute slog of emotion that fails to grab my heartstrings and pulls the emergency brake on the album’s momentum. I won’t count closer “Old Man’s Tale” against Evermore since it’s labeled as a bonus track, but it suffers the same fate, even if it did manage to bring a tear to my eye once when I realized that I am officially the old man in the tale. Fortunately, every other song here is a banger, so I found it relatively easy to overlook this one blunder, although it did keep me from whipping out and slapping down my 4.0.

    With Mournbraid, Evermore did just about everything I asked them to do. The vocals seemed to work much better this time around, the band dialed up the heaviness, and that guitar tone, oh God, the guitar tone! These guys have struck the perfect balance between savory and sweet in the world of power metal, and not even a mid-album detour from said balance could keep me from enjoying the hell out of this record. Greatness is coming for these guys. I can feel it in my old bones.

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
    Label: Scarlet Records
    Website: facebook.com/evermoremetal
    Releases Worldwide: March 20th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AtTheGates #Avantasia #DreamEvil #Evermore #Mar26 #Mournbraid #PowerMetal #Review #Reviews #ScarletRecords #SwedishMetal
  26. Speglas – Endarkenment, Being & Death Review By Baguette of Bodom

    It’s not uncommon for death metal musicians to mellow and prog out the longer they roam this Earth. Far from a negative connotation, enough songwriting prowess can lead to a tasteful and potent way to carry out said development. One of many collectives in this category is the Morbus Chron expanded universe. These Swedes first went from classic death metal to Sweven, which eventually led to an even proggier Sweven. Now, in a further evolution following the Law of Increasing Hippietude™, we arrive at Speglas. Although predating Sweven by some five years, it took until now for the debut full-length Endarkenment, Being & Death to come to fruition. Their goal of fusing death and black metal with heavy metal, however, has remained the same throughout. With two degrees of staff and sound separation between Morbus Chron and Speglas, where has all this evolution led to?

    The Sweven presence in the lineup of Speglas is noticeable from the get go. Isak Rosemarin (Sweven, ex-Morbus Chron) acts as half of the guitar crew and all of the vocal crew, lending the album a warm but powerful, raspy growl often reminiscent of Niilo Sevänen (Insomnium). Jesper Nyrelius’s (Sweven) drumming is varied and detailed (“The Spirit Postmortem,” “Hitherto Awry”). Alexi Hedlund’s guitar and Victor Berg’s bass round out the great performances of the lineup. Musically, Endarkenment… tends to fall somewhere between Inconcessus Lux Lucis’s blackened Iron Maiden approach (sadly gone unmentioned on site until now) and Chapel of Disease’s severely underrated deathened dad rock from 2024. Fans of Tribulation’s Down Below era might find a lot to like here as well. The songwriting builds upon their preceding EPs—2015’s Birth, Dreams & Death and 2022’s Time, Futility & Death—but improves on all aspects, nailing down the vocals and crafting a memorable dual guitar tandem (“Incessant Severance,” “Dies Mali”). And while the project’s vision does precede Sweven by a lot, its instrumentation inevitably ends up feeling distantly related (“Dearth”).

    Endarkenment, Being & Death by Speglas

    Endarkenment, Being & Death flows seamlessly from atmospheric to intense in various styles and tempos. Iron Maiden licks run amok throughout the album’s dual-harmonized guitar work (“Dearth,” “Rage upon the Dying Fire”) of course, but they’re not carrying the record alone. Gorgeous clean guitar parts (“Ailing,” “Dearth”) and sadboi tremolos (“Dies Mali”) accompany the superb rhythm and lead guitar efforts elsewhere. Parts of “The Endarkenment” even resemble Alcest by way of Spiritual Instinct’s fantastic post-black direction. All this leads to Speglas being progressive without it getting in the way of the music. In addition, a stellar production job only lifts up the band’s great stylistic choices. Simon Söderberg’s (whose production credits surprisingly include early Ghost) placement of drums and bass in the mix deserve special mention, as it makes an already good set of instruments sound incredible. Though not a massively layered or complex album, the combination of both songwriting and production depth makes for a highly repeatable experience.

    Careful pacing allows Speglas to end their experiment with a triumphant bang instead of a whimper. Though the album could benefit from showing more teeth and grit at its most aggressive, the ending one-two punch of the album in “Dies Mali” and “Rage upon the Dying Fire” is a cornerstone hard to argue against. I wouldn’t be surprised if both end up being among my Song o’ the Year finalists. As for its softer side, the beauty of “Woe” and “Ailing” won’t change the minds of people diametrically opposed to intros and interludes. Some will say Speglas’s style is too watered down, others might think it’s not watered down enough. But I think Endarkenment… strikes a great balance in between, the music being both heavy and beautiful, intricate and addictingly catchy as a result.

    You don’t need to reinvent the wheel to craft something that feels fresh and exemplary. Speglas took a long while to fine-tune their writing prowess for the debut, and it paid off in spades. Endarkenment, Being & Death succeeds in its primary goal as a superb example of progressive, deathened and blackened heavy metal. Despite not featuring any cowbell, I reckon it’ll be difficult for future 2026 albums to top this one come year-end. As the final recent n00b remaining who hadn’t broken the Score Safety Counter yet, I’m glad I held out this long for something remarkable. And I wasn’t even originally in charge of covering it!

    Rating: Excellent
    DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps MP3
    Label: Trust No One Recordings | Bandcamp
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
    Releases Worldwide: February 27th, 2026

    #2026 #45 #Alcest #BlackMetal #ChapelOfDisease #DeathMetal #EndarkenmentBeingDeath #Feb26 #Ghost #HeavyMetal #InconcessusLuxLucis #Insomnium #IronMaiden #MorbusChron #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #Speglas #SwedishMetal #Sweven #Tribulation #TrustNoOneRecordings
  27. Against I – Anti Life Review By Andy-War-Hall

    Against I are neither a one-sided I Against I nor a Rastafarian Against Me!, but a Swedish blackened death metal trio of vocalist Fredrik Keith Croona (Cynical Existence, ex-Menschdefekt), guitarist Mathias Back, and drummer Anders Ström. Founded in 2022, Against I have been busy preaching disillusionment towards man’s better angels across two LPs and and two EPs. Into their third year, Against I are back with their third full-length album Anti Life, an anthem for everyone bitter against the world, religion and, probably, their parents. This kind of intense workload in such a short time could mean a variety of things. It could mean Against I are an exceptionally driven bunch. It could also mean they’re on a fast track to burning out on Anti Life. What could it be?

    I won’t faff about: Anti Life embodies the worst qualities of both black and death metal. Across nearly an hour of music, Against I slop out grooveless grooves (“Darkness Within,” “Where We Lay to Rest”) and flat tremolos (“In Death’s Grip,” “Descend”) at an unhurried mid-pace under tepid rasps and admittedly hefty gutturals (“Empire of Bones”). Against I occasionally crack out a slick drum groove (“Sacrifice,” “Empire of Bones”) but mostly stick to punky d-beats (“Built to Destroy”) or double-kick plods (“Symphony for the End”). Anti Life is heavy on gain, light on bass, and borderline bereft of dynamics or variety. Faux choirs and synths play chords to enforce its blackened aesthetics. Rinse and repeat, and you’ve got Anti Life in a nutshell. With such a limited toolbox stretched out over such a long runtime, Against I shaped a blackened death album with none of the majesty or atmosphere of black metal’s greatest hits nor the depraved brutality of death’s best.

    Anti Life by Against I

    Anti Life is made worse by simply clueless songwriting. Against I stick to an overly limited scope regarding song structure, with almost every track ambling between segments with little urgency or patience to let passages evolve. Nearly every chorus is just a two-to-four-bar phrase repeated twice, usually exactly the same way each time. Despite the rigid formatting, these songs feel haphazard. “Darkness Within” has one of the most aimless riffs I’ve ever heard, dicking around a handful of low notes without an apparent goal, while “In Death’s Grip” features completely random pitch-shifted vocal blips, and “All Hope Is Gone” opens and closes with electronics tacked on with little regard to the song in between.1 And then there’s the lyricism, unfortunately apparent due to Anti Life’s discernible rasps. Amidst the incessant wave of banal metal, the constant diatribes of surface-level social commentary (“Throne of Tyranny,” “War Never Ends”), tiresome nihilism (“Anti Life,” “Symphony for the End”) and premium edgelord lines like “In the land of rape and honey, only the stupid survive” (“Tempel of Greed”)2 turn Anti Life from a rough listen to a near insufferable one.

    But worse than Against I having lots of bad ideas, Anti Life just doesn’t have much of anything at all. So little happens across so much time that recalling any particular moment from Anti Life is laborious. It’s telling when “Throne of Tyranny”‘s milquetoast melodeath riffing or “Greed”‘s3 guitar harmonics in its bridge—standard features in most any generic metal album—are standout highlights on Anti Life. Just constant knuckle-dragging chugs and spiceless tremolo riffs. There aren’t even any guitar solos. Or anything solos. Nothing to break up the monotonous patterns Against I are totally hellbent on maintaining. Typically, musicians strip back their sound to highlight certain aspects of their sound, but Against I don’t have anything to highlight on Anti Life. This is the most frustrating thing to write about: not the disaster album that swings and misses horrendously but doesn’t swing at all.

    I don’t think Against I are inept—an inept group wouldn’t have gotten this far—but Anti Life is just terrible. Against I are spared from the dreaded AMG Unlistenable/0.5 Hall of Shame by the virtue that Anti Life at least executes the basic mechanics of metal music proficiently, if not exceptionally. This is a joyless, deeply tedious listen, and fans of both death and black metal can find anything on Anti Life on any number of other, better records in far more interesting iterations. I’m glad Against I released Anti Life close to the start of spring because this record’s uninspired negativity has got me seeking out fresh air and sunshine out of pure spite against it. I’m anti-this.

    Rating: Embarrassing
    DR: 3 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps MP3
    Label: Twisted Flesh Recordings
    Website: facebook.com/againstIband
    Releases Worldwide: March 13th, 2026

    #10 #2026 #AgainstI #AgainstMe #AntiLife #BlackenedDeathMetal #CynicalExistence #IAgainstI #Mar26 #Menschdefekt #Review #Reviews #Slipknot #SwedishMetal #TwistedFleshRecordings
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