#tarjaturunen — Public Fediverse posts

https://www.europesays.com/fi/244974/ Tarja Turunen yhteiskuvassa harvoin julkisuudessa nähdyn tyttärensä kanssa #Celebrities #Entertainment #Espanja #FI #Finland #Finnish #Julkkikset #lapsi #lifestyle #MarceloCabuli #naomi #Nightwish #Perhe #puoliso #sooloura #Suomi #TarjaTurunen #tytär #viihde

Finally got all the studio albums of Nightwish and one of the live albums (End of an Era)… now I have to look for the remaining ones of those!

Finally got all the studio albums of Nightwish and one of the live albums (End of an Era)… now I have to look for the remaining ones of those!

Finally got all the studio albums of Nightwish and one of the live albums (End of an Era)… now I have to look for the remaining ones of those!

Finally got all the studio albums of Nightwish and one of the live albums (End of an Era)… now I have to look for the remaining ones of those!

Finally got all the studio albums of Nightwish and one of the live albums (End of an Era)… now I have to look for the remaining ones of those!

https://www.europesays.com/es/514445/ Tarja Turunen (ex-Nightwish) cuenta con Dani Filth (Cradle of Filth) para su nuevo single, «I Don’t Care» y el dueto es espectacular #CRADLEOFFILTH #DaniFilth #Entertainment #Entretenimiento #ES #España #FrissonNoir #IDon’tCare #MR2022 #Music #Música #Nightwish #Spain #TarjaTurunen

https://www.europesays.com/at/54844/ Tarja Turunen kündigt ihr „bisher härtestes Album“ an #Ankündigung #AT #Austria #earMusic #Entertainment #Music #Musik #NeueSingle #NeuesAlbum #Österreich #Tarja #TarjaTurunen #Tour #Tournee #Unterhaltung

https://www.europesays.com/es/454729/ Tarja anuncia «Frisson Noir», su disco más duro con colaboraciones de Dani Filth, Marko Hietala y Chad Smith #DaniFilth #Entertainment #Entretenimiento #ES #España #MarkoHietala #MetalSinfónico #Music #Música #Spain #TarjaTurunen

Da hatten ziemlich viele Menschen Bandshirts an am #BandshirtFriday auf dem #konzert von #tarja #tarjaturunen im #Longhorn in #stuttgart 🇫🇮🎤🎶🎸🎹🎸🥁❤️
Tarja hat übrigens Gesang in #karlsruhe an der #hfm #hochschulefurmusik "gelernt"…

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarja_Turunen?wprov=sfti1#Entwicklung

https://www.europesays.com/fi/163866/ Tarja Turunen esittelee tanssitaitojaan piukoissa farkuissa ja korkokengissä – katso harvinainen video #asu #bäkkäri #Celebrities #Entertainment #farkkupeppu #Farkut #FI #Finland #Finnish #Julkkikset #keikka #Korkokengät #laulaja #lifestyle #MarkoHietala #Nightwish #pillifarkut #rock #rocklegenda #Suomi #takahuone #TarjaTurunen #tyyli #vaatteet #viihde

https://www.europesays.com/fi/150359/ Tarja Turunen repäisee uikkareissa: Katso video suomalaisesta sisusta #Entertainment #FI #Finland #Finnish #lumi #MarkoHietala #Nightwish #sauna #SuomalainenKulttuuri #Suomi #talvi #TarjaTurunen #Terveys #viihde

https://www.europesays.com/fi/144786/ Anette Olzon: tältä ex-Nightwish-solisti näyttää nyt #AnetteOlzon #Brasilia #Celebrities #Entertainment #FI #Finland #Finnish #FloorJansen #Julkkikset #laulaja #Muusikko #Nightwish #Suomi #TältäHänNäyttääNyt #TarjaTurunen #viihde

https://www.europesays.com/fi/83461/ Tarja Turunen: tyyli hämmentää | Seiska #Celebrities #Entertainment #FI #Finland #Finnish #Julkkikset #MarkoHietala #Nightwish #sooloura #Suomi #TarjaTurunen #TuomasHolopainen #viihde

Earlier this year played the recent album "Roses from the Deep" by #MarkoHietala and his band from #finland

#rock #hardrock #tarjaturunen #bassguitar #albumsof2025

Personal Rating: 9/10

Recommended Tracks: "Frankensteins Wife", "Rebel of the North", "Left on Mars", "Tammikuu", "Impatient Zero", "Roses from the Deep"

Earlier this year played the recent album "Roses from the Deep" by #MarkoHietala and his band from #finland

#rock #hardrock #tarjaturunen #bassguitar #albumsof2025

Personal Rating: 9/10

Recommended Tracks: "Frankensteins Wife", "Rebel of the North", "Left on Mars", "Tammikuu", "Impatient Zero", "Roses from the Deep"

Earlier this year played the recent album "Roses from the Deep" by #MarkoHietala and his band from #finland

#rock #hardrock #tarjaturunen #bassguitar #albumsof2025

Personal Rating: 9/10

Recommended Tracks: "Frankensteins Wife", "Rebel of the North", "Left on Mars", "Tammikuu", "Impatient Zero", "Roses from the Deep"

Earlier this year played the recent album "Roses from the Deep" by #MarkoHietala and his band from #finland

#rock #hardrock #tarjaturunen #bassguitar #albumsof2025

Personal Rating: 9/10

Recommended Tracks: "Frankensteins Wife", "Rebel of the North", "Left on Mars", "Tammikuu", "Impatient Zero", "Roses from the Deep"

Earlier this year played the recent album "Roses from the Deep" by #MarkoHietala and his band from #finland

#rock #hardrock #tarjaturunen #bassguitar #albumsof2025

Personal Rating: 9/10

Recommended Tracks: "Frankensteins Wife", "Rebel of the North", "Left on Mars", "Tammikuu", "Impatient Zero", "Roses from the Deep"

Tarja - Mira Niñita (Teatro Coliseo, Chile 2025)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHq2QtsOGYY

#Tarja #TarjaTurunen #LosJaivas #Covers #MiraNiñita #Musica

La soprano finlandesa ex-Nightwish realizó un cover/homenaje a la banda chilena en su reciente paso por Chile.

¿Qué te pareció su versión de "Mira Niñita"?

Nota completa: https://www.nacionrock.com/tarja-turunen-interpreto-mira-ninita-de-los-jaivas-en-su-regreso-a-chile/

#TarjaTurunen #LosJaivas #MiraNiñita

🐦🔗 https://farside.link/x.com/Nacion_Rock/status/1927370766133207524#m
RT: https://twitter.com/Nacion_Rock/status/1927370766133207524#m

#Throwback concert photos, this time the inimitable #MarkoHietala with #TarjaTurunen ❤️🤘 live in Berlin, September 2024

#music #metal #heavymetal #metalmusic #finnishmetal #symphonicmetal #concertphotos

#Throwback concert photos, this time the inimitable #MarkoHietala with #TarjaTurunen ❤️🤘 live in Berlin, September 2024

#music #metal #heavymetal #metalmusic #finnishmetal #symphonicmetal #concertphotos

#Throwback concert photos, this time the inimitable #MarkoHietala with #TarjaTurunen ❤️🤘 live in Berlin, September 2024

#music #metal #heavymetal #metalmusic #finnishmetal #symphonicmetal #concertphotos

#Throwback concert photos, this time the inimitable #MarkoHietala with #TarjaTurunen ❤️🤘 live in Berlin, September 2024

#music #metal #heavymetal #metalmusic #finnishmetal #symphonicmetal #concertphotos

#MarkoHietala hat mal wieder ein Solo-Album rausgehauen: Roses from the Deep
https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/7a6GERsb9QWlRKSmcB0JiD

Lässt sich gut anhören, etwas cheesy zwischendrin, aber er hat es immer noch drauf.
#TarjaTurunen singt bei "Left on Mars" mit, fast wie in alten Zeiten.

#MarkoHietala hat mal wieder ein Solo-Album rausgehauen: Roses from the Deep
https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/7a6GERsb9QWlRKSmcB0JiD

Lässt sich gut anhören, etwas cheesy zwischendrin, aber er hat es immer noch drauf.
#TarjaTurunen singt bei "Left on Mars" mit, fast wie in alten Zeiten.

#MarkoHietala hat mal wieder ein Solo-Album rausgehauen: Roses from the Deep
https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/7a6GERsb9QWlRKSmcB0JiD

Lässt sich gut anhören, etwas cheesy zwischendrin, aber er hat es immer noch drauf.
#TarjaTurunen singt bei "Left on Mars" mit, fast wie in alten Zeiten.

#MarkoHietala hat mal wieder ein Solo-Album rausgehauen: Roses from the Deep
https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/7a6GERsb9QWlRKSmcB0JiD

Lässt sich gut anhören, etwas cheesy zwischendrin, aber er hat es immer noch drauf.
#TarjaTurunen singt bei "Left on Mars" mit, fast wie in alten Zeiten.

Marko Hietala – Roses from the Deep Review

By Twelve

Marko Hietala doesn’t need much of an introduction. Active in the Finnish metal scene since 1982 and in the international scene since 2001, his distinctive singing voice, expansive songwriting, and “we don’t need a second guitarist because I have this thing” approach to playing bass set him apart from a great many musicians. Since departing Nightwish in 2021, he’s reconnected with several past projects, from Raskasta Joulua to Northern Kings to Tarot—and then back to his own solo work. Roses from the Deep marks Hietala’s return to his own songwriting, following 2019’s Mustan sydämen rovio. Joined by Tuomas Wäinölä (guitars, Kotipelto), Anssi Nykänen (drums), and Vili Ollila (keys, Northern Kings and Raskasta Joulua), Hietala’s sophomore solo comes with a whole lot of talent… and very high expectations too.

Of course, the reason for those high expectations is simple: Marko Hietala is a gifted, experienced musician, so it should come as no surprise that Roses from the Deep is a confident album with varied influences. Across ten songs and fifty-four minutes, Roses from the Deep treads traditional and symphonic metal territories, with folk and orchestral influences generously scattered in. Most of the choruses are huge, bombastic, get-stuck-in-your-head-forever types, with “Frankenstein’s Wife” and “Proud Whore” having the catchiest of the bunch. The riffs are loud and nearly as catchy, with songs like “Dragon Must Die” and, especially, “Rebel of the North” enhancing Hietala’s heaviest of singing styles. Then, in the breaks between the bangers, Roses from the Deep offers somber, acoustic-orchestral songs in the title track and the beautifully earnest “Two Soldiers.” No matter where Marko Hietala treads, he finds solid ground, a nod to the superb performances, production, and songwriting on display.

This blend of styles means that Roses from the Deep has a lot of balance and strong flow as an album. For my part, I think it is a touch front-loaded, as the opening salvo of “Frankenstein’s Wife,” “Left on Mars,” and “Proud Whore” is a fantastic trio of bombastic symphonic power metal that speaks right to my preferences. Around the midpoint, another trio takes shape: “Dragon Must Die,” “Devil You Know,” and “Rebel of the North” are all traditional heavy metal rockers. I could argue that the album lags a touch here because it’s less my style, but it’s not like the talent falters—and it helps that it all sounds great, with Nykänen’s drums in particular packing quite the punch, making songs like “Dragon Must Die” hard-hitting triumphs. There are a couple of guest singers, too—Tarja Turunen in “Left on Mars” and Juha-Pekka Leppäluoto (Northern Kings, Dark Sarah) on “Two Soldiers,” both of whom add dimension and feeling to their songs. The variety is welcome and makes the hour fly by.

As a longtime fan of Hietala’s work, what is far and away the coolest thing about Roses from the Deep is the way it seems to draw on his full breadth of experience as a musician and a songwriter. It may be that I’m making up connections where none exist, but it really does feel like this album is what would happen if Nightwish and Tarot somehow had a baby and named Northern Kings godfather. “Impatient Zero” and “Proud Whore” would find happy homes on Suffer Our Pleasures and Gravity of Light; “Two Soldiers” could sneak into Rethroned or even Dark Passion Play; many of the more traditional metal numbers like “Rebel of the North” remind me of The Spell of Iron MMXI; and “Roses from the Deep” feels like the spiritual successor to “Gone,” but wouldn’t be so out of place on Endless Forms Most Beautiful. Of course, this assumes you ignore the modern polish the production offers, but it still marks a uniquely interesting listening experience for someone who still listens to For the Glory of Nothing on a semi-regular basis.1

I guess that means I’m a bit biased, but there’s just so much to like about Roses from the Deep—strong songwriting, great lyrics, and confident performances from experienced musicians who bring their all to each song. Marko Hietala’s talents are as strong as ever. Roses from the Deep is at times fun, heavy, beautiful, and catchy. More importantly, it balances each of these traits gracefully. You don’t get bored listening to Hietala play here, because there’s always something new around the corner, making this a truly exciting album from a genuine metal artist.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: ~260 kbps VBR mp3
Label: Nuclear Blast Records
Websites: markohietala.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/markohietalaofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 7th, 2025

#2025 #40 #DarkSarah #Feb25 #FinnishMetal #Kotipelto #MarkoHietala #NorthernKings #NuclearBlastRecords #RaskastaJoulua #Review #Reviews #RosesFromTheDeep #SymphonicMetal #TarjaTurunen #Tarot

Marko Hietala – Roses from the Deep Review

By Twelve

Marko Hietala doesn’t need much of an introduction. Active in the Finnish metal scene since 1982 and in the international scene since 2001, his distinctive singing voice, expansive songwriting, and “we don’t need a second guitarist because I have this thing” approach to playing bass set him apart from a great many musicians. Since departing Nightwish in 2021, he’s reconnected with several past projects, from Raskasta Joulua to Northern Kings to Tarot—and then back to his own solo work. Roses from the Deep marks Hietala’s return to his own songwriting, following 2019’s Mustan sydämen rovio. Joined by Tuomas Wäinölä (guitars, Kotipelto), Anssi Nykänen (drums), and Vili Ollila (keys, Northern Kings and Raskasta Joulua), Hietala’s sophomore solo comes with a whole lot of talent… and very high expectations too.

Of course, the reason for those high expectations is simple: Marko Hietala is a gifted, experienced musician, so it should come as no surprise that Roses from the Deep is a confident album with varied influences. Across ten songs and fifty-four minutes, Roses from the Deep treads traditional and symphonic metal territories, with folk and orchestral influences generously scattered in. Most of the choruses are huge, bombastic, get-stuck-in-your-head-forever types, with “Frankenstein’s Wife” and “Proud Whore” having the catchiest of the bunch. The riffs are loud and nearly as catchy, with songs like “Dragon Must Die” and, especially, “Rebel of the North” enhancing Hietala’s heaviest of singing styles. Then, in the breaks between the bangers, Roses from the Deep offers somber, acoustic-orchestral songs in the title track and the beautifully earnest “Two Soldiers.” No matter where Marko Hietala treads, he finds solid ground, a nod to the superb performances, production, and songwriting on display.

This blend of styles means that Roses from the Deep has a lot of balance and strong flow as an album. For my part, I think it is a touch front-loaded, as the opening salvo of “Frankenstein’s Wife,” “Left on Mars,” and “Proud Whore” is a fantastic trio of bombastic symphonic power metal that speaks right to my preferences. Around the midpoint, another trio takes shape: “Dragon Must Die,” “Devil You Know,” and “Rebel of the North” are all traditional heavy metal rockers. I could argue that the album lags a touch here because it’s less my style, but it’s not like the talent falters—and it helps that it all sounds great, with Nykänen’s drums in particular packing quite the punch, making songs like “Dragon Must Die” hard-hitting triumphs. There are a couple of guest singers, too—Tarja Turunen in “Left on Mars” and Juha-Pekka Leppäluoto (Northern Kings, Dark Sarah) on “Two Soldiers,” both of whom add dimension and feeling to their songs. The variety is welcome and makes the hour fly by.

As a longtime fan of Hietala’s work, what is far and away the coolest thing about Roses from the Deep is the way it seems to draw on his full breadth of experience as a musician and a songwriter. It may be that I’m making up connections where none exist, but it really does feel like this album is what would happen if Nightwish and Tarot somehow had a baby and named Northern Kings godfather. “Impatient Zero” and “Proud Whore” would find happy homes on Suffer Our Pleasures and Gravity of Light; “Two Soldiers” could sneak into Rethroned or even Dark Passion Play; many of the more traditional metal numbers like “Rebel of the North” remind me of The Spell of Iron MMXI; and “Roses from the Deep” feels like the spiritual successor to “Gone,” but wouldn’t be so out of place on Endless Forms Most Beautiful. Of course, this assumes you ignore the modern polish the production offers, but it still marks a uniquely interesting listening experience for someone who still listens to For the Glory of Nothing on a semi-regular basis.1

I guess that means I’m a bit biased, but there’s just so much to like about Roses from the Deep—strong songwriting, great lyrics, and confident performances from experienced musicians who bring their all to each song. Marko Hietala’s talents are as strong as ever. Roses from the Deep is at times fun, heavy, beautiful, and catchy. More importantly, it balances each of these traits gracefully. You don’t get bored listening to Hietala play here, because there’s always something new around the corner, making this a truly exciting album from a genuine metal artist.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: ~260 kbps VBR mp3
Label: Nuclear Blast Records
Websites: markohietala.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/markohietalaofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 7th, 2025

#2025 #40 #DarkSarah #Feb25 #FinnishMetal #Kotipelto #MarkoHietala #NorthernKings #NuclearBlastRecords #RaskastaJoulua #Review #Reviews #RosesFromTheDeep #SymphonicMetal #TarjaTurunen #Tarot

I've been a night in Oslo attending the first large (physical) concert I've seen since covid began.

This time it was #WithinTemptation doing their "Bleed Out" tour. They were joined by #TarjaTurunen for some songs – which was fun, since I've been listening to Nightwish since she was the singer there. They also had a Ukrainian singer for one number – though I don't remember his name.

The warmup was done by #Annisokay

(I'm not acclimatized to the new mastodon version yet…)

Heute abend geht's nach länger Zeit mal wieder zu einem Konzert: #MarkoHietala und #TarjaTurunen zusammen in #Regensburg-Obertraubling

🤘

(Ich hoffe ich schaffe es - ich bin seit Tagen schon gewaltig durch... 😵‍💫🥱)

P.S.: das im Hintergrund ist übrigens für ein anderes Konzert in ein paar Wochen, an gleicher Stelle. Wer errät's?

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Today In Metal History 🤘 August 24th, 2024🤘
SEPULTURA, ARMORED SAINT, JUDAS PRIEST, ANNIHILATOR, GRAVE DIGGER

https://bravewords.com/news/today-in-metal-history-august-24th-2024sepultura-armored-saint-judas-priest-annihilator-grave-digger

#Sepultura #ArmoredSaint #JudasPriest #Anihilator #GraveDigger #MollyHatchet #UriahHeep #JamesGang #Heart #Anthrax #Caliban #MunicipalWaste #MalevolentCreation #TheSword #Helmet #ShadowsFalls #TheShowdown #Apostasy #TarjaTurunen #Trollfest #AliceInChains #TheAmityAffliction #Ancestors #LairOfTheMinotaur #Mantar #MobRules

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Today In Metal History 🤘 August 24th, 2024🤘
SEPULTURA, ARMORED SAINT, JUDAS PRIEST, ANNIHILATOR, GRAVE DIGGER

https://bravewords.com/news/today-in-metal-history-august-24th-2024sepultura-armored-saint-judas-priest-annihilator-grave-digger

#Sepultura #ArmoredSaint #JudasPriest #Anihilator #GraveDigger #MollyHatchet #UriahHeep #JamesGang #Heart #Anthrax #Caliban #MunicipalWaste #MalevolentCreation #TheSword #Helmet #ShadowsFalls #TheShowdown #Apostasy #TarjaTurunen #Trollfest #AliceInChains #TheAmityAffliction #Ancestors #LairOfTheMinotaur #Mantar #MobRules

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Today In Metal History 🤘 August 23rd, 2024🤘
TESLA, THE WHO, TYGERS OF PAN TANG, RATT, BAD COMPANY

https://bravewords.com/news/today-in-metal-history-august-23rd-2024tesla-the-who-tygers-of-pan-tang-ratt-bad-company

#TheWho #Tesla #TygersOfPanTang #Ratt #BadCompany #KeithMoon #JimmyJamison #DeanDeLeo #GaryHoey #TonyMacAlpine #SymphonyX #Gardenian #ArchEnemy #Annihilator #Apocalyptica #IonDissonance #BlackTide #JornLande #Revamp #TarjaTurunen #Unshine #FreedomCall #SacredReich #Equilibrium #Illdisposed #Isole #ItPrevails #KnockedLoose #Nemesaa

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Today In Metal History 🤘 August 23rd, 2024🤘
TESLA, THE WHO, TYGERS OF PAN TANG, RATT, BAD COMPANY

https://bravewords.com/news/today-in-metal-history-august-23rd-2024tesla-the-who-tygers-of-pan-tang-ratt-bad-company

#TheWho #Tesla #TygersOfPanTang #Ratt #BadCompany #KeithMoon #JimmyJamison #DeanDeLeo #GaryHoey #TonyMacAlpine #SymphonyX #Gardenian #ArchEnemy #Annihilator #Apocalyptica #IonDissonance #BlackTide #JornLande #Revamp #TarjaTurunen #Unshine #FreedomCall #SacredReich #Equilibrium #Illdisposed #Isole #ItPrevails #KnockedLoose #Nemesaa

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Today In Metal History 🤘 August 23rd, 2024🤘
TESLA, THE WHO, TYGERS OF PAN TANG, RATT, BAD COMPANY

https://bravewords.com/news/today-in-metal-history-august-23rd-2024tesla-the-who-tygers-of-pan-tang-ratt-bad-company

#TheWho #Tesla #TygersOfPanTang #Ratt #BadCompany #KeithMoon #JimmyJamison #DeanDeLeo #GaryHoey #TonyMacAlpine #SymphonyX #Gardenian #ArchEnemy #Annihilator #Apocalyptica #IonDissonance #BlackTide #JornLande #Revamp #TarjaTurunen #Unshine #FreedomCall #SacredReich #Equilibrium #Illdisposed #Isole #ItPrevails #KnockedLoose #Nemesaa

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Today In Metal History 🤘 August 23rd, 2024🤘
TESLA, THE WHO, TYGERS OF PAN TANG, RATT, BAD COMPANY

https://bravewords.com/news/today-in-metal-history-august-23rd-2024tesla-the-who-tygers-of-pan-tang-ratt-bad-company

#TheWho #Tesla #TygersOfPanTang #Ratt #BadCompany #KeithMoon #JimmyJamison #DeanDeLeo #GaryHoey #TonyMacAlpine #SymphonyX #Gardenian #ArchEnemy #Annihilator #Apocalyptica #IonDissonance #BlackTide #JornLande #Revamp #TarjaTurunen #Unshine #FreedomCall #SacredReich #Equilibrium #Illdisposed #Isole #ItPrevails #KnockedLoose #Nemesaa

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Today In Metal History 🤘 August 23rd, 2024🤘
TESLA, THE WHO, TYGERS OF PAN TANG, RATT, BAD COMPANY

https://bravewords.com/news/today-in-metal-history-august-23rd-2024tesla-the-who-tygers-of-pan-tang-ratt-bad-company

#TheWho #Tesla #TygersOfPanTang #Ratt #BadCompany #KeithMoon #JimmyJamison #DeanDeLeo #GaryHoey #TonyMacAlpine #SymphonyX #Gardenian #ArchEnemy #Annihilator #Apocalyptica #IonDissonance #BlackTide #JornLande #Revamp #TarjaTurunen #Unshine #FreedomCall #SacredReich #Equilibrium #Illdisposed #Isole #ItPrevails #KnockedLoose #Nemesaa

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Former NIGHTWISH Bassist / Vocalist MARKO HIETALA Talks Reconnecting With TARJA TURUNEN - "Finding A Friend Again After Many Years, It's A Hell Of A Good Thing"

https://bravewords.com/news/former-nightwish-bassist-vocalist-marko-hietala-talks-reconnecting-with-tarja-turunen-finding-a-friend-again-after-many-years-it-s-a-hell-of-a-good-thing-video

#MarkoHietala #TarjaTurunen #Nightwish

AMG Turns 15: Senior VPs Speak

By Carcharodon

15 years ago, on May 19, 2009, Angry Metal Guy spoke. For the very first time as AMG. And he had opinions: Very Important Opinions™. The post attracted relatively little attention at the time, but times change and, over the decade and a half since then, AMG Industries has grown into the blog you know today. Now with a staff of around 25 overrating overwriters (and an entirely non-suspicious graveyard for writers on permanent, all-expenses-paid sabbaticals), we have written more than 9,100 posts, comprising over seven million words. Over the site’s lifetime, we’ve had more than 107 million visits and now achieve well over a million hits each and every month. Through this, we’ve built up a fantastic community of readers drawn from every corner of the globe, whom we have (mostly) loved getting to know in the more than 360,000 comments posted on the site.

We have done this under the careful (if sternly authoritarian) stewardship of our eponymous leader Angry Metal Guy and his iron enforcer, Steel Druhm, while adhering to strict editorial policies and principles. We have done this by simply offering honest (and occasionally brutal) takes, and without running a single advert or taking a single cent from anyone. Ever. Mistakes have undoubtedly been made and we may be a laughing stock in the eyes of music intellectuals, socialites and critics everywhere but we are incredibly proud of what AMG Industries represents. In fact, we believe it may be the best metal blog, with the best community of readers, on the internet.

Now join us as the people responsible for making AMG a reality reflect on what the site means to them and why they would willingly work for a blog that pays in the currency of deadlines, abuse, and hobo wine. Welcome to the 15th Birthdaynalia.

Thou Shalt Have No Other Blogs!

El Cuervo

AMG and me

When I reflect on what really matters at the end of each year, AMG.com always comes up trumps.1 Its benefits are many, its failings few, and I struggle to imagine my life had I never joined its crew a decade ago. Surprising though this may be to those familiar with my pride, AMG could be an unread blog and it wouldn’t matter. It represents a creative outlet, exercises my brain differently from my corporate career, rewards me with high-quality listening material, and even introduced some individuals that I now consider strong friends. Serving a not-for-profit organization operated by nerds for nerds, with a combined love for their esoteric interest grants me balance and perspective I would otherwise miss in my rigidly structured professional life. Even after thousands of hours of unpaid servitude, it energizes and excites me.

Sure, it satisfies my ego that Angry Metal Guy also attracts thousands of unique readers per article, and has sizable clout in the underground and mid-tier of heavy metal media. I love the bump bands experience following our praise, and even the incendiary comments when we criticize something popular. But these are just the cherry on the top of everything else it affords me. This site nourishes my soul; through creativity, community, and hubris.2

AMG gave to me …

Cormorant // Dwellings – In 2011, I was still relatively new to extreme metal but I already knew that Opeth was one of my favorite bands. A simple Opeth name-drop by AMG in his review was all it took to pique my interest. Shortly thereafter, Cormorant—especially their first two records, 2009’s Metzoa and this—became some of my favorite music too. So much so that a slice of the art from this second record is prominently tattooed on my body. Dwellings is an expansive, unpredictable treasure map of a record. It’s littered with dozens of obvious paths and landmarks, but also subtler trinkets you’ll miss until your tenth listen. There’s so much to admire here, from the burly riff and thunderous vocals opening “Junta,” to the wandering, shredding guitars narrating Kevin Rudd’s apology to Australia’s indigenous population (“The First Man”) and the beautifully delicate interludes on “Funambulist.” Dwellings is the earliest example of many albums introduced to me via AMG.com that have had a lasting impact on either my listening tastes or life generally.

Moonsorrow // Varjoina Kuljemme Kuolleiden Maassa – Although I’d already breached the realms of death metal prior to discovering AMG (via Opeth and In Flames, naturally), black metal had eluded me. It was a gap about which I was concerned, given my moves towards heavier music. Happily for me, the review of Moonsorrow’s sixth full-length blew that door wide open. Varjoina Kuljemme Kuolleiden Maassa is hardly entry-grade material, featuring a bleak atmosphere, alien vocals, and four main tracks each exceeding eleven minutes. But the grand melodies, sharp riffs, folksy slant, and EPIC song-writing scope offered the necessary bait for me. It basically ruined atmospheric and folksy metal for me from the outset; almost no other bands successfully write engrossing, long-form black metal like these guys, despite most of them trying. Listening to VKKM is less like hearing music and more like slowly wandering towards a freezing death in the Nordic wilderness. But in a good way! While the band has arguably produced other, stronger records—the mythological curiosity of Verisäkeet and monolithic Hävitetty are also exemplary—VKKM holds a special importance to me for opening up an entire genre.

Steven Wilson // Hand. Cannot. Erase. – At the age of 22/23, I would describe 2016 as the year that my childhood ended and adulthood began. I was preparing to enter employment at the end of my further education and went through a difficult break-up with a long-term partner. Although Hand. Cannot. Erase. released in 2015, I spent far more time with it the following year. Along with a few other artists outside my typical territory of prog and metal, it narrated that period for me. Progressive rock sits comfortably within my bailiwick3 but the mournful strains of pop found on the title track and “Perfect Life” are what stand H.C.E. apart from everything else. AMG‘s AotY summary was absolutely right in saying that “the emotional engagement that Wilson and co. are able to evoke in me is precisely what makes this album more than the sum of its parts.” It’s my emotional response to the music here that makes this record what it is. Even in the numerous ways my life has changed in the subsequent eight years, I find it a little difficult to return to this one. It’s a landmark album in my life.

I wish I had written …

Avantasia – The Wicked Symphony Review. This album represents not only the vehicle through which I discovered AMG but also one of my favorite albums from the 2010s. It’s the most raucous, overblown and catchy fusion of hard rock and symphonic metal I’ve heard. But my first listen also represented a turning point in my life. Pre-Wicked Symphony, so much of my listening was rooted in bands introduced to me by my dad. Post-Wicked Symphony, these roles were reversed and I now feed him new releases I think he’ll enjoy. I would have loved the contemporaneous opportunity to describe this phenomenon in relation to Avantasia.

I wish more people had read …

Geoff Tate – Kings and Thieves Review. The great Dr. Fisting is the most incisive, humorous writer to ever sit in our ranks, and his review of Kings and Thieves forms his best output. Framed as a letter, Fisting delivers a savage, but wholly reasonable, takedown of a problematic, wayward Mr Tate. The line “hearing you sing about getting laid is about as sexy as walking in on my parents” delighted me at the time and still delights me now. Read this.

Grymm

AMG and me

In all my years of listening to metal prior to writing about it, I was searching long and hard for anything that would come close to the magic that the late, great Metal Maniacs magazine brought to the world. Once I encountered Dr. Fisting‘s immortal(ly brutal) review of Kings and Thieves by ex-Queensryche vocalist Geoff Tate, I knew I had found it. Little did I know that I would call this place home for over a decade. To say this site is special to me, is to understate the impact it’s had on my life, my writing, and how I approach all music nowadays. The fact that I made a second family here among the staff and readers makes this all the sweeter. I don’t regret the time, energy, and tears spent here.

As I’ve said many times, onward…

AMG gave to me …

Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter // Saved! – The most recent and jarring album that I discovered since joining up here, the former Lingua Ignota took all the pain she experienced through abuse, and turned it into a religious, lo-fi cleansing, that was equal parts beautiful, stirring, and brutally uncomfortable. I often waver between experiencing this album to purge, and never wanting to touch it again because it’s that raw. When an album makes you feel those things, you know the artist(s) who crafted it did something right.

Lorna Shore // Pain Remains – I’ll admit, I’m not the biggest fan of deathcore out there, and it doesn’t help that I (unfairly, in hindsight) avoided New Jersey’s Lorna Shore due to the actions of their prior vocalist. What I didn’t know was that they gave said asshole the boot almost immediately after Immortal’s release, and were blessed with the golden throat of one Will Ramos. The rest, as they say, is history. Since then, they’ve been on a majestic ascent that many bands would give everything for, and they rightfully deserve all the success in the world that they’ve achieved.

Darkest Era // Severence – One of the earliest albums I discovered via another writer here at AMG, Irish minstrels Darkest Era deserve far, far more love than they’re currently getting … and from what I’ve heard, they’re getting some well-deserved love lately from all the metalheads. Rightfully so. For, as good as their debut The Last Caress of Light was, Severence saw a major improvement in terms of musicianship and songwriting, seeing them surpass many of their inspirations by leaps and bounds.

I wish I had written …

Any of Cherd‘s Christmas posts, especially the Tarja Christmas album. Sometimes, you’re feeling the Spirit of Christmas4 and you want to spread joy. Sometimes, you just can’t stand the fucking holidays, and just want to laugh your ass off at some damn good (piss)takes on the commercialized, uber-capitalistic holidays, and our holiday cheer-spreader has spent the last few years making us hurt our ribcages from ugly-laughing so damn much to his reviews of Christmas albums, and Tarja’s over-the-top Christmas album was beyond ripe for the taking. I wish I had his propensity for pain humor.

I wish I could do over …

Grymm Comments: On Coming Out and Acceptance in the Metalverse… Again. – Don’t get this twisted; everything I said in my second coming-out piece still needed to be said and, sadly, nothing’s changed. But if you knew even half of the bullshit I endured once it was published, you would too lose all motivation to support the very music that has people in it that want to see you either removed from the scene, or outright dead. My desire to write pretty much died after this went live…

I wish more people had read …

Grymm Comments: On Coming Out and Acceptance in the Metalverse… Again. …but I’m not at all sorry I did it. Metal, for all its acceptance of its wayward misfits, miscreants, and outcasts, still has a colossal problem in terms of racism and homophobia, and it’s only gotten more emboldened over the last decade or so. It’s heartening to see pushback against it though and if that means someone else will pick up the baton, after I laid it down, to call out that bullshit, then all the better. None of the other major players have the fortitude to do so, but there are those who can and will.

Kronos

AMG and me

Look, I don’t write here anymore; I’ve left that to the more capable. But when I did, the reason for it all was that someone gave a fuck whether I was capable or not. When someone first commented to say, “Hey, this is some bad prose” on a Kronos review, that was when I decided that I was going to keep writing for AMG. For all our sins as a website, we did—and those currently writing here still do—care to make what you read here good, and care to connect you with art that is good. The commentariat’s demand for quality pushed me as a writer to produce both the best criticism and the most entertaining writing I could muster, even when I didn’t have much to say. But there came a point when I found I had too little to say to keep saying anything. Seeing the rest of the staff continue to dish thoughtful commentary even on thoughtless art, made bowing out easy. I’m proud to have been a piece of the project for so long.

I hope it keeps going another fifteen years. That way, when I’m a Steel-level fogie and Defeated Sanity are as neolithic as Metal Church, I can return and correct Generation Alpha’s horrible taste.

AMG gave to me …

Dodecahedron // Dodecahedron – If I had never heard Dodecahedron’s opening chords, I may have had a very different life than I do now. Knowing that those sounds exist completely reshaped my relationship with music, shifting my interest from the technical to the visceral. Never before had I felt my stomach turn from sound alone. If there’s any overarching theme in my music writing, it’s the failure to completely capture this sensation in words, to properly express the importance of art that sparks the neurons below the neck.

Melted Bodies // Enjoy Yourself – Well, don’t mind if I do. I thought this sounded OK from GardensTale‘s review and didn’t get around to it until I’d turned in my year-end list for 2020 (after all, I know best, so why bother listening to what these bozos tell me is good). Then I spent 2021 listening to Enjoy Yourself on a weekly basis. Melted Bodies’ sardonic seapunk-infused thrash proved the perfect artistic vehicle to deliver a treatise on hypernormalization and the misery, and seediness of American culture. Far from being just a metal record with a political bent, Enjoy Yourself is more directly a political document printed with a gaudy mix of guitars, synthesizer boops, and blast beats, in which every annoying, hokey lyrical delivery hisses out through a rot-toothed sneer.

billy woods // Hiding Places5 – While I was actively writing, I pretty much knew if I’d like a new metal record well before the review came out. The writers look out for each other, you know? And few were more persistent and reliable gauges of my interest than Kenstrosity, who somehow just knew I’d love this album. Hiding Places carries more than a whiff of the care and crypsis of a great art-house death metal record without being anything close to one. Muted instrumentals creak and twinkle around woods, whose tangled lyrics squint suspiciously at love and belonging, paranoid from decades of imperial violence. Gloomy but electric, woods delivers his piece with a mix of resignation and reprehension that hooks me in every time. It’s not metal, but it is really fucking angry.

Dr. Wvrm

AMG and me

I’ve asked myself what AMG means to me far too often over the last few years. As I’ve fallen out, in and back out of love with metal, with reviewing, and with arguing with “writers” about the finer points of comma usage. As I’ve watched better and more dedicated reviewers slip away to the far side of the hourglass, I’ve wondered what my useless ass is still doing here.

I don’t write; no time, no drive. I don’t read the articles, but then again, who does? I stay in touch with current releases (mostly because Kenneth or Dolphin Fucker or Eldritch shove things they know I’ll like in my face) but am no longer a voracious consumer and cataloguer. My fixations have moved on to other equally meaningless pursuits. Yet here I stay, despite the guilt of missed deadlines and the shame of another broken promise of regular reviews, doing just enough to avoid unceremonious defenestration from The Hall, because I love these people.

This site, those who read it, and particularly those who staff it, are the only people I have ever had in my life who see what I see in this awful music; who understand the ways this awful music can take on a life of its own, suffusing relationships and memories like little else can; who have connected with me and supported me and been so good to me, simply because of this awful, this god-awful music.

AMG, more than anything else, means community, and I consider myself lucky to have found a place at its table.

AMG gave to me …

Wilderun // Sleep at the Edge of the Earth6 – Sleep is (a) an entirely unoriginal selection, (b) the first 5.0/5.0 record to which this site introduced me, and (c) the only metal record my father has ever appreciated. This is a man who once made me turn off Billy Joel.7 After 20 years of musical repartee boiling down to me blasting Cryptopsy’s “Crown of Horns” for laughs, Wilderun managed to bridge our gap. It surely has to do with the literal Berklee grads orchestrating a symphonic masterpiece more than anything heavy about the record, but if I’ve learned anything in this life, it’s to shut up and take your win. The image of the two of us listening to “Hope and Shadow” while driving through the hills of Pennsylvania Dutch Country is vivid in the way those special moments always are, even years later. I’m sure if asked, he couldn’t recall that afternoon. The memory is fine just the same.

The Night Flight Orchestra // Amber Galactic – As Sleep was to my father, so was Amber Galactic to my mother. In many ways, I owe my metal worship to her; if not for a childhood raised on nothing but soft rock, I likely wouldn’t search out the ugliest music humanly possible. While she was never as repulsed by my musical predilections as my father,8 she was also not the audience for Slayer or Children of Bodom, just as I was not the audience for Shania Twain, Rod Stewart or Seal.9 Our tastes diverged for good in the year 2004, leaving little but tussles over the radio knob, and eventually everything else. Our fights were, and are, legendary among our friends and family, which was a badge of honor as an asshole teenager and is now a marker of shame as an asshole adult. I don’t remember how she got wise to Amber Galactic – maybe through me, accidentally. But for the first time in the long-time search for a ceasefire, she was as into “Gemini,” “Domino”, and “Josephine” as I was. It was a good time. That detente didn’t last long, of course, but as a wise man once said, “Shut up and take your win.”

Amorphis // Under the Red Cloud – Under the Red Cloud topped the very first Top Ten I put together, in 2015, still a pre-staff wannabe. Even then, I wanted to foist my awful opinions on the world, and in many ways, that was the first step to my eventual membership here. That isn’t why this review matters to me though. I had no idea who Amorphis was before AMG Himself‘s review of Under the Red Cloud. In the years since, I’ve been grateful for their constant companionship, in the summer sun and on lonely nights like the one on which I write this. I reached for them on a January morning, as the last throes of a Nor’easter snowed me into the maternity ward. I’m passing the hours between bottles by staring out at crystalline whorls as “Enigma” plays. It’s one of my very favorites, in their catalog, in all of music, and I can’t help but share it. I turn the volume down and pass the headphones from my ears to my son’s. It’s only for a moment, and who knows how well you can hear less than a day removed from in vitro, but it’s our moment. It’s this moment, all these moments, that I want to flash before my eyes when my bell finally tolls, and I hope someone turns the speaker up to 11 when they do.

Eldritch Elitist

AMG and me

I’m not sure if any of my colleagues know this, but I have done most of my writing in my nearly 8 year tenure at Angry Metal Guy on my cell phone. I submitted my application to AMG on May 24th, 2016; exactly two weeks later, my first and only child was born. He was a particularly clingy baby, so for months when I’d arrive home from work, he was essentially glued to my arm for hours on end. When Steel Druhm and Madam X graciously brought me on as a probationary writer, I begrudgingly adapted to writing on a stupid-ass, tiny-ass screen with my stupid-ass, big-ass thumbs. The process has been second nature to me ever since.

Let me be perfectly clear: If I was doing this for a shot at writing for any other blog, I would have bailed immediately. But I owed Angry Metal Guy for singlehandedly revitalizing my passion for metal, after my interest in the genre had waned over a half decade of post-high school life. No other outlet compared when it came to treating melodic metal with the same respect and professional level of writing quality afforded to so-called “trailblazers” in the scene. Having the kind of music that made me fall in love with the genre in the first place legitimized by such a talented crew was revelatory. I can only hope my contributions in this space have resonated similarly with others like me.

AMG gave to me …

Beaten to Death // Unplugged – I’m not a grindcore fan. The number of grindcore albums I’ve listened to in full likely ranks in the single digits. I also think that Beaten to Death’s Unplugged is one of the coolest, catchiest, and most compulsively listenable records of the last decade. Part of what makes Unplugged a special record for me is that—aside from its sheer kinetic brilliance—discovering this record through AMG is what made me want to write for this blog in the first place. Jean-Luc Ricard’s spot-on piece wisely zeroed in on this record’s decidedly un-grindy eccentricities, which was vital for enticing genre tourists like myself. Mirroring that review’s impact has been my mission with every positive review I’ve ever penned. For all the self-proclaimed power metal haters who thanked me in the comments for making them one-off converts to records like The Saberlight Chronicles: Thanks for the free dopamine!

Khemmis // Hunted – I used to be a casual appreciator of doom metal. That is, before Steel Druhm reviewed Khemmis’s 2016 opus Hunted, which more or less put me off the genre for good. Hunted is a perfect encapsulation of everything I enjoy in a doom metal record. So perfect, in fact, that everything I’ve heard in the realm of traditional doom metal since has failed to elicit a response stronger than “this is good, but I wish I was listening to Hunted.” This album excels through sheer simplicity and masterful melodic handling, filling any semblance of dead air in a genre where most compositions feel like a waste of space. The tragedy here is that Khemmis’ formula is so effective as to feel effortless in its construction, yet no other band has been able to match these heights, despite the formula for success sounding so obvious to my ears. Were it not for Steel Druhm’s rightfully glowing (if underscored) review, I might have never heard my favorite doom metal album at all.

Xoth // Invasion of the Tentacube – Much like Wilderun before them, I’m not sure Xoth’s recent underground success would have resulted in as strong of word-of-mouth had Angry Metal Guy not been hyping them up since their 2017 debut. Our staff’s collective enthusiasm for promoting unsigned gems like Invasion of the Tentacube is, at least in my eyes, unmatched in getting bands like Xoth the early attention they deserve. Sure, there are many examples of self-released albums that fit these qualifiers, but Invasion of the Tentacube might be my personal favorite. It’s also worth mentioning this record as a reminder for people to revisit Xoth’s early material. Though a bit unrefined (as Akerblogger pointed out in his otherwise glowing review), this album is every bit as entertaining as Xoth’s subsequent LPs, and a neat little time capsule that captures all of Xoth’s ambitions in a charmingly adolescent package.

I wish I had written …

Frostbite Orckings – The Orcish Eclipse Review. I maintain that it was a wise decision to retire the 0.0/5.0 score from our rating system, but for Frostbite Orckings, I should have lobbied to reinstate it for one last hurrah. Ideally, we wouldn’t have given this insulting crap the time of day to begin with10, but the only value this garbage could have had was as a warning example after I pilloried it to fucking death. AI art, whether visual or aural, is not art, and should have no place where real artists struggle to thrive. Oh, and Unleash the Archers can go to hell.

I wish I could do over …

Dunnock – Little Stories Told by Ghosts Review. Speaking of 0.0 scores… I was in a bad space mentally when I wrote this review, and I take full responsibility for giving Dunnock a platform as my personal punching bag. It didn’t feel good to write this, and it didn’t feel good to have people validating my scoring decision in the comments. If nothing else, writing this review changed my philosophy on writing negative reviews for the better. My tastes should have dictated that I had no business reviewing this record, which I’m sure has its fans. Somewhere. I still think it sucks.

I wish more people had read …

Tales of Gaia – Hypernova Review. While the comments section indicates many people read this review, I simply cannot allow this gem to be lost to time. Hypernova left me crying and borderline suffocating from laughter. I have amazing memories of subjecting friends to this record and watching them crumple into a state of helpless hysteria. Unless Tales of Gaia makes another record with the same singer11, you will never hear anything else like this in your life.

Saunders

AMG and me

Various circumstances have conspired to fuck with my 2024 so far, leaving me scrambling as whips are cracked to contribute to this momentous occasion. 15 goddamn years, hey? And going stronger than ever… I am forever grateful and humbled to be a long-term servant to this mighty blog since joining the team during the latter half of 2014. My fading memory cannot quite pinpoint the timeline when I stumbled onto the pages of Angry Metal Guy. However, I remember being struck by the positive and passionate community vibes, the quality, insightful writing, and the no-bullshit rating system. I rapidly became an avid reader and, when opportunity came knocking, I jumped aboard. It’s been an awesome journey to see the incredible growth and expansion over the years.

Initially, I struggled as I adapted to a tight operation and steep learning curve with my then awful formatting skills (surprised I didn’t get the axe right there). Yet it was the professional standards, the support networks, set processes and the ongoing inspiration of the outstanding writing talent adorning these pages over the years that has kept me on my toes, and pushed me to become a better, more rounded writer. I am grateful for the exceptional (occasionally intimidating) writing standards and creative flair that each writer brings, which keeps me honest and inspires me. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of great music I’ve been alerted to over the years.

Writing for AngryMetalGuy.com means the world to me and has been my rock since stumbling across these pages roughly a decade ago. Although I don’t write as much as I would like to, daily visits to the blog remain a steadfast routine. Also, the one-of-a-kind community kicks arse and my writing buddies and colleagues are an awesome bunch of people and an absolute pleasure to work alongside. Here’s to many more great years ahead.

AMG gave to me …

Soen // Tellurian – Just months after I joined the staff, Angry Metal Guy Himself reviewed the sophomore album from Swedish progressive metal band Soen. I had overlooked their debut, and it was the impassioned piece of fine critical writing and subsequent lofty rating that piqued my interest. Being a prog enthusiast and big Opeth and Tool fan (no, not one of those Tool fans), Soen’s emotive, melancholic, chunky, complex and infectious brand of prog metal touched my heart and gripped my soul. It wrapping up top honors on my first year-end list writing here in 2014. It began a love affair with Soen, especially through their golden stretch from Tellurian to 2019’s exemplary Lotus album. Furthermore, Tellurian opened my eyes more and more to the many wondrous bands operating in the modern progressive metal field. A decade later and Tellurian continues to resonate strongly and remains one of my treasured early discoveries on this blog.

Mutoid Man // War Moans – Mutoid Man’s 2017 album War Moans dropped at a challenging period in my life, where I was navigating a career change and plunging into the unknown. Shit got pretty hectic; thus, certain albums took on extra significance in my life. The much-missed Dr Fisting wrote a typically cool review of the zany supergroup’s sophomore album, inspiring me to dip into the crazy world of Mutoid Man and their ridiculously catchy, wild concoction of influences. War Moans quickly ascended to become a go-to album and modern favorite, igniting my rabid fandom of the band to this day. Mutoid Man transcend simple labels, skilfully meshing elements of metal, rock, prog, punk, math and hardcore into cohesive, speedy, rollicking jams. They possess massive crossover appeal, punching out A-grade tuneage with plenty of zip, technical skill, and a knack of cranking the fun factor, and embellishing their batshit, hyperactive formula with wickedly addictive earworm gems.

Bathory // Hammerheart – I am a big metal feature nerd and, though the reviewing game takes precedent, some of my favorite moments are the various feature pieces and passionate write-ups of classic albums. When the curmudgeonly Doc Grier wrote a Yer Metal Is Olde piece on Bathory’s 1990 album Hammerheart, my curiosity was sparked. Although I was a fan of Enslaved and had dabbled in Borknagar, Bathory’s much-adored Viking metal legacy was largely untouched in my historic metal explorations. Branching out of my comfort zone and exploring other styles and genres is an ongoing thrill as a metalhead. This piece triggered me to open my horizons and delve more fully into the battle-hardened, epic realms of Viking metal and associated styles. Hammerheart is a fucking epic monster of a classic opus, that opened further doors for me and broadened my appreciation of not only Viking metal, but certain overlooked black metal gems, including Bathory’s own early classics.

I wish I had written …

For shits and giggles, I could easily go to Dr Fisting‘s Indefensible Positions takedown of Slaughter of the Soul, just for the sheer ballsyness, despite disagreeing with the sentiment. In the end, Grymm‘s killer Yer Metal Is Olde write-up of Acid Bath’s underground classic When the Kite String Pops stands out. This album (and this band) is an all timer for me and Grymm did an outstanding job of conveying why this album is so special and unique. It’s a classic YMIO entry that I occasionally go back to read, giving me the warm nostalgic feels and reminding me why I fell in love with this album back in the day, and why it still holds a place in my heart.

I wish more people had read …

AMG Goes Ranking – Dying Fetus. The Dying Fetus Ranking piece was a special moment in my decade-long career writing on this blog. A long-time favorite and pivotal band in opening my ears to the wonders of the more brutal, slammy realms of death metal, this ranking feature was a proud moment. Despite the collective efforts of my comrades Maddog and Dolphin Whisperer, fewer than thirty comments at time of writing was a little disappointing for a band of Dying Fetus’ stature. I don’t know how many actual clicks it got but I was certainly expecting / hoping for more rabble, agreements, and fiery debates than what occurred.

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AMG Turns 15: Senior VPs Speak

By Carcharodon

15 years ago, on May 19, 2009, Angry Metal Guy spoke. For the very first time as AMG. And he had opinions: Very Important Opinions™. The post attracted relatively little attention at the time, but times change and, over the decade and a half since then, AMG Industries has grown into the blog you know today. Now with a staff of around 25 overrating overwriters (and an entirely non-suspicious graveyard for writers on permanent, all-expenses-paid sabbaticals), we have written more than 9,100 posts, comprising over seven million words. Over the site’s lifetime, we’ve had more than 107 million visits and now achieve well over a million hits each and every month. Through this, we’ve built up a fantastic community of readers drawn from every corner of the globe, whom we have (mostly) loved getting to know in the more than 360,000 comments posted on the site.

We have done this under the careful (if sternly authoritarian) stewardship of our eponymous leader Angry Metal Guy and his iron enforcer, Steel Druhm, while adhering to strict editorial policies and principles. We have done this by simply offering honest (and occasionally brutal) takes, and without running a single advert or taking a single cent from anyone. Ever. Mistakes have undoubtedly been made and we may be a laughing stock in the eyes of music intellectuals, socialites and critics everywhere but we are incredibly proud of what AMG Industries represents. In fact, we believe it may be the best metal blog, with the best community of readers, on the internet.

Now join us as the people responsible for making AMG a reality reflect on what the site means to them and why they would willingly work for a blog that pays in the currency of deadlines, abuse, and hobo wine. Welcome to the 15th Birthdaynalia.

Thou Shalt Have No Other Blogs!

El Cuervo

AMG and me

When I reflect on what really matters at the end of each year, AMG.com always comes up trumps.1 Its benefits are many, its failings few, and I struggle to imagine my life had I never joined its crew a decade ago. Surprising though this may be to those familiar with my pride, AMG could be an unread blog and it wouldn’t matter. It represents a creative outlet, exercises my brain differently from my corporate career, rewards me with high-quality listening material, and even introduced some individuals that I now consider strong friends. Serving a not-for-profit organization operated by nerds for nerds, with a combined love for their esoteric interest grants me balance and perspective I would otherwise miss in my rigidly structured professional life. Even after thousands of hours of unpaid servitude, it energizes and excites me.

Sure, it satisfies my ego that Angry Metal Guy also attracts thousands of unique readers per article, and has sizable clout in the underground and mid-tier of heavy metal media. I love the bump bands experience following our praise, and even the incendiary comments when we criticize something popular. But these are just the cherry on the top of everything else it affords me. This site nourishes my soul; through creativity, community, and hubris.2

AMG gave to me …

Cormorant // Dwellings – In 2011, I was still relatively new to extreme metal but I already knew that Opeth was one of my favorite bands. A simple Opeth name-drop by AMG in his review was all it took to pique my interest. Shortly thereafter, Cormorant—especially their first two records, 2009’s Metzoa and this—became some of my favorite music too. So much so that a slice of the art from this second record is prominently tattooed on my body. Dwellings is an expansive, unpredictable treasure map of a record. It’s littered with dozens of obvious paths and landmarks, but also subtler trinkets you’ll miss until your tenth listen. There’s so much to admire here, from the burly riff and thunderous vocals opening “Junta,” to the wandering, shredding guitars narrating Kevin Rudd’s apology to Australia’s indigenous population (“The First Man”) and the beautifully delicate interludes on “Funambulist.” Dwellings is the earliest example of many albums introduced to me via AMG.com that have had a lasting impact on either my listening tastes or life generally.

Moonsorrow // Varjoina Kuljemme Kuolleiden Maassa – Although I’d already breached the realms of death metal prior to discovering AMG (via Opeth and In Flames, naturally), black metal had eluded me. It was a gap about which I was concerned, given my moves towards heavier music. Happily for me, the review of Moonsorrow’s sixth full-length blew that door wide open. Varjoina Kuljemme Kuolleiden Maassa is hardly entry-grade material, featuring a bleak atmosphere, alien vocals, and four main tracks each exceeding eleven minutes. But the grand melodies, sharp riffs, folksy slant, and EPIC song-writing scope offered the necessary bait for me. It basically ruined atmospheric and folksy metal for me from the outset; almost no other bands successfully write engrossing, long-form black metal like these guys, despite most of them trying. Listening to VKKM is less like hearing music and more like slowly wandering towards a freezing death in the Nordic wilderness. But in a good way! While the band has arguably produced other, stronger records—the mythological curiosity of Verisäkeet and monolithic Hävitetty are also exemplary—VKKM holds a special importance to me for opening up an entire genre.

Steven Wilson // Hand. Cannot. Erase. – At the age of 22/23, I would describe 2016 as the year that my childhood ended and adulthood began. I was preparing to enter employment at the end of my further education and went through a difficult break-up with a long-term partner. Although Hand. Cannot. Erase. released in 2015, I spent far more time with it the following year. Along with a few other artists outside my typical territory of prog and metal, it narrated that period for me. Progressive rock sits comfortably within my bailiwick3 but the mournful strains of pop found on the title track and “Perfect Life” are what stand H.C.E. apart from everything else. AMG‘s AotY summary was absolutely right in saying that “the emotional engagement that Wilson and co. are able to evoke in me is precisely what makes this album more than the sum of its parts.” It’s my emotional response to the music here that makes this record what it is. Even in the numerous ways my life has changed in the subsequent eight years, I find it a little difficult to return to this one. It’s a landmark album in my life.

I wish I had written …

Avantasia – The Wicked Symphony Review. This album represents not only the vehicle through which I discovered AMG but also one of my favorite albums from the 2010s. It’s the most raucous, overblown and catchy fusion of hard rock and symphonic metal I’ve heard. But my first listen also represented a turning point in my life. Pre-Wicked Symphony, so much of my listening was rooted in bands introduced to me by my dad. Post-Wicked Symphony, these roles were reversed and I now feed him new releases I think he’ll enjoy. I would have loved the contemporaneous opportunity to describe this phenomenon in relation to Avantasia.

I wish more people had read …

Geoff Tate – Kings and Thieves Review. The great Dr. Fisting is the most incisive, humorous writer to ever sit in our ranks, and his review of Kings and Thieves forms his best output. Framed as a letter, Fisting delivers a savage, but wholly reasonable, takedown of a problematic, wayward Mr Tate. The line “hearing you sing about getting laid is about as sexy as walking in on my parents” delighted me at the time and still delights me now. Read this.

Grymm

AMG and me

In all my years of listening to metal prior to writing about it, I was searching long and hard for anything that would come close to the magic that the late, great Metal Maniacs magazine brought to the world. Once I encountered Dr. Fisting‘s immortal(ly brutal) review of Kings and Thieves by ex-Queensryche vocalist Geoff Tate, I knew I had found it. Little did I know that I would call this place home for over a decade. To say this site is special to me, is to understate the impact it’s had on my life, my writing, and how I approach all music nowadays. The fact that I made a second family here among the staff and readers makes this all the sweeter. I don’t regret the time, energy, and tears spent here.

As I’ve said many times, onward…

AMG gave to me …

Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter // Saved! – The most recent and jarring album that I discovered since joining up here, the former Lingua Ignota took all the pain she experienced through abuse, and turned it into a religious, lo-fi cleansing, that was equal parts beautiful, stirring, and brutally uncomfortable. I often waver between experiencing this album to purge, and never wanting to touch it again because it’s that raw. When an album makes you feel those things, you know the artist(s) who crafted it did something right.

Lorna Shore // Pain Remains – I’ll admit, I’m not the biggest fan of deathcore out there, and it doesn’t help that I (unfairly, in hindsight) avoided New Jersey’s Lorna Shore due to the actions of their prior vocalist. What I didn’t know was that they gave said asshole the boot almost immediately after Immortal’s release, and were blessed with the golden throat of one Will Ramos. The rest, as they say, is history. Since then, they’ve been on a majestic ascent that many bands would give everything for, and they rightfully deserve all the success in the world that they’ve achieved.

Darkest Era // Severence – One of the earliest albums I discovered via another writer here at AMG, Irish minstrels Darkest Era deserve far, far more love than they’re currently getting … and from what I’ve heard, they’re getting some well-deserved love lately from all the metalheads. Rightfully so. For, as good as their debut The Last Caress of Light was, Severence saw a major improvement in terms of musicianship and songwriting, seeing them surpass many of their inspirations by leaps and bounds.

I wish I had written …

Any of Cherd‘s Christmas posts, especially the Tarja Christmas album. Sometimes, you’re feeling the Spirit of Christmas4 and you want to spread joy. Sometimes, you just can’t stand the fucking holidays, and just want to laugh your ass off at some damn good (piss)takes on the commercialized, uber-capitalistic holidays, and our holiday cheer-spreader has spent the last few years making us hurt our ribcages from ugly-laughing so damn much to his reviews of Christmas albums, and Tarja’s over-the-top Christmas album was beyond ripe for the taking. I wish I had his propensity for pain humor.

I wish I could do over …

Grymm Comments: On Coming Out and Acceptance in the Metalverse… Again. – Don’t get this twisted; everything I said in my second coming-out piece still needed to be said and, sadly, nothing’s changed. But if you knew even half of the bullshit I endured once it was published, you would too lose all motivation to support the very music that has people in it that want to see you either removed from the scene, or outright dead. My desire to write pretty much died after this went live…

I wish more people had read …

Grymm Comments: On Coming Out and Acceptance in the Metalverse… Again. …but I’m not at all sorry I did it. Metal, for all its acceptance of its wayward misfits, miscreants, and outcasts, still has a colossal problem in terms of racism and homophobia, and it’s only gotten more emboldened over the last decade or so. It’s heartening to see pushback against it though and if that means someone else will pick up the baton, after I laid it down, to call out that bullshit, then all the better. None of the other major players have the fortitude to do so, but there are those who can and will.

Kronos

AMG and me

Look, I don’t write here anymore; I’ve left that to the more capable. But when I did, the reason for it all was that someone gave a fuck whether I was capable or not. When someone first commented to say, “Hey, this is some bad prose” on a Kronos review, that was when I decided that I was going to keep writing for AMG. For all our sins as a website, we did—and those currently writing here still do—care to make what you read here good, and care to connect you with art that is good. The commentariat’s demand for quality pushed me as a writer to produce both the best criticism and the most entertaining writing I could muster, even when I didn’t have much to say. But there came a point when I found I had too little to say to keep saying anything. Seeing the rest of the staff continue to dish thoughtful commentary even on thoughtless art, made bowing out easy. I’m proud to have been a piece of the project for so long.

I hope it keeps going another fifteen years. That way, when I’m a Steel-level fogie and Defeated Sanity are as neolithic as Metal Church, I can return and correct Generation Alpha’s horrible taste.

AMG gave to me …

Dodecahedron // Dodecahedron – If I had never heard Dodecahedron’s opening chords, I may have had a very different life than I do now. Knowing that those sounds exist completely reshaped my relationship with music, shifting my interest from the technical to the visceral. Never before had I felt my stomach turn from sound alone. If there’s any overarching theme in my music writing, it’s the failure to completely capture this sensation in words, to properly express the importance of art that sparks the neurons below the neck.

Melted Bodies // Enjoy Yourself – Well, don’t mind if I do. I thought this sounded OK from GardensTale‘s review and didn’t get around to it until I’d turned in my year-end list for 2020 (after all, I know best, so why bother listening to what these bozos tell me is good). Then I spent 2021 listening to Enjoy Yourself on a weekly basis. Melted Bodies’ sardonic seapunk-infused thrash proved the perfect artistic vehicle to deliver a treatise on hypernormalization and the misery, and seediness of American culture. Far from being just a metal record with a political bent, Enjoy Yourself is more directly a political document printed with a gaudy mix of guitars, synthesizer boops, and blast beats, in which every annoying, hokey lyrical delivery hisses out through a rot-toothed sneer.

billy woods // Hiding Places5 – While I was actively writing, I pretty much knew if I’d like a new metal record well before the review came out. The writers look out for each other, you know? And few were more persistent and reliable gauges of my interest than Kenstrosity, who somehow just knew I’d love this album. Hiding Places carries more than a whiff of the care and crypsis of a great art-house death metal record without being anything close to one. Muted instrumentals creak and twinkle around woods, whose tangled lyrics squint suspiciously at love and belonging, paranoid from decades of imperial violence. Gloomy but electric, woods delivers his piece with a mix of resignation and reprehension that hooks me in every time. It’s not metal, but it is really fucking angry.

Dr. Wvrm

AMG and me

I’ve asked myself what AMG means to me far too often over the last few years. As I’ve fallen out, in and back out of love with metal, with reviewing, and with arguing with “writers” about the finer points of comma usage. As I’ve watched better and more dedicated reviewers slip away to the far side of the hourglass, I’ve wondered what my useless ass is still doing here.

I don’t write; no time, no drive. I don’t read the articles, but then again, who does? I stay in touch with current releases (mostly because Kenneth or Dolphin Fucker or Eldritch shove things they know I’ll like in my face) but am no longer a voracious consumer and cataloguer. My fixations have moved on to other equally meaningless pursuits. Yet here I stay, despite the guilt of missed deadlines and the shame of another broken promise of regular reviews, doing just enough to avoid unceremonious defenestration from The Hall, because I love these people.

This site, those who read it, and particularly those who staff it, are the only people I have ever had in my life who see what I see in this awful music; who understand the ways this awful music can take on a life of its own, suffusing relationships and memories like little else can; who have connected with me and supported me and been so good to me, simply because of this awful, this god-awful music.

AMG, more than anything else, means community, and I consider myself lucky to have found a place at its table.

AMG gave to me …

Wilderun // Sleep at the Edge of the Earth6 – Sleep is (a) an entirely unoriginal selection, (b) the first 5.0/5.0 record to which this site introduced me, and (c) the only metal record my father has ever appreciated. This is a man who once made me turn off Billy Joel.7 After 20 years of musical repartee boiling down to me blasting Cryptopsy’s “Crown of Horns” for laughs, Wilderun managed to bridge our gap. It surely has to do with the literal Berklee grads orchestrating a symphonic masterpiece more than anything heavy about the record, but if I’ve learned anything in this life, it’s to shut up and take your win. The image of the two of us listening to “Hope and Shadow” while driving through the hills of Pennsylvania Dutch Country is vivid in the way those special moments always are, even years later. I’m sure if asked, he couldn’t recall that afternoon. The memory is fine just the same.

The Night Flight Orchestra // Amber Galactic – As Sleep was to my father, so was Amber Galactic to my mother. In many ways, I owe my metal worship to her; if not for a childhood raised on nothing but soft rock, I likely wouldn’t search out the ugliest music humanly possible. While she was never as repulsed by my musical predilections as my father,8 she was also not the audience for Slayer or Children of Bodom, just as I was not the audience for Shania Twain, Rod Stewart or Seal.9 Our tastes diverged for good in the year 2004, leaving little but tussles over the radio knob, and eventually everything else. Our fights were, and are, legendary among our friends and family, which was a badge of honor as an asshole teenager and is now a marker of shame as an asshole adult. I don’t remember how she got wise to Amber Galactic – maybe through me, accidentally. But for the first time in the long-time search for a ceasefire, she was as into “Gemini,” “Domino”, and “Josephine” as I was. It was a good time. That detente didn’t last long, of course, but as a wise man once said, “Shut up and take your win.”

Amorphis // Under the Red Cloud – Under the Red Cloud topped the very first Top Ten I put together, in 2015, still a pre-staff wannabe. Even then, I wanted to foist my awful opinions on the world, and in many ways, that was the first step to my eventual membership here. That isn’t why this review matters to me though. I had no idea who Amorphis was before AMG Himself‘s review of Under the Red Cloud. In the years since, I’ve been grateful for their constant companionship, in the summer sun and on lonely nights like the one on which I write this. I reached for them on a January morning, as the last throes of a Nor’easter snowed me into the maternity ward. I’m passing the hours between bottles by staring out at crystalline whorls as “Enigma” plays. It’s one of my very favorites, in their catalog, in all of music, and I can’t help but share it. I turn the volume down and pass the headphones from my ears to my son’s. It’s only for a moment, and who knows how well you can hear less than a day removed from in vitro, but it’s our moment. It’s this moment, all these moments, that I want to flash before my eyes when my bell finally tolls, and I hope someone turns the speaker up to 11 when they do.

Eldritch Elitist

AMG and me

I’m not sure if any of my colleagues know this, but I have done most of my writing in my nearly 8 year tenure at Angry Metal Guy on my cell phone. I submitted my application to AMG on May 24th, 2016; exactly two weeks later, my first and only child was born. He was a particularly clingy baby, so for months when I’d arrive home from work, he was essentially glued to my arm for hours on end. When Steel Druhm and Madam X graciously brought me on as a probationary writer, I begrudgingly adapted to writing on a stupid-ass, tiny-ass screen with my stupid-ass, big-ass thumbs. The process has been second nature to me ever since.

Let me be perfectly clear: If I was doing this for a shot at writing for any other blog, I would have bailed immediately. But I owed Angry Metal Guy for singlehandedly revitalizing my passion for metal, after my interest in the genre had waned over a half decade of post-high school life. No other outlet compared when it came to treating melodic metal with the same respect and professional level of writing quality afforded to so-called “trailblazers” in the scene. Having the kind of music that made me fall in love with the genre in the first place legitimized by such a talented crew was revelatory. I can only hope my contributions in this space have resonated similarly with others like me.

AMG gave to me …

Beaten to Death // Unplugged – I’m not a grindcore fan. The number of grindcore albums I’ve listened to in full likely ranks in the single digits. I also think that Beaten to Death’s Unplugged is one of the coolest, catchiest, and most compulsively listenable records of the last decade. Part of what makes Unplugged a special record for me is that—aside from its sheer kinetic brilliance—discovering this record through AMG is what made me want to write for this blog in the first place. Jean-Luc Ricard’s spot-on piece wisely zeroed in on this record’s decidedly un-grindy eccentricities, which was vital for enticing genre tourists like myself. Mirroring that review’s impact has been my mission with every positive review I’ve ever penned. For all the self-proclaimed power metal haters who thanked me in the comments for making them one-off converts to records like The Saberlight Chronicles: Thanks for the free dopamine!

Khemmis // Hunted – I used to be a casual appreciator of doom metal. That is, before Steel Druhm reviewed Khemmis’s 2016 opus Hunted, which more or less put me off the genre for good. Hunted is a perfect encapsulation of everything I enjoy in a doom metal record. So perfect, in fact, that everything I’ve heard in the realm of traditional doom metal since has failed to elicit a response stronger than “this is good, but I wish I was listening to Hunted.” This album excels through sheer simplicity and masterful melodic handling, filling any semblance of dead air in a genre where most compositions feel like a waste of space. The tragedy here is that Khemmis’ formula is so effective as to feel effortless in its construction, yet no other band has been able to match these heights, despite the formula for success sounding so obvious to my ears. Were it not for Steel Druhm’s rightfully glowing (if underscored) review, I might have never heard my favorite doom metal album at all.

Xoth // Invasion of the Tentacube – Much like Wilderun before them, I’m not sure Xoth’s recent underground success would have resulted in as strong of word-of-mouth had Angry Metal Guy not been hyping them up since their 2017 debut. Our staff’s collective enthusiasm for promoting unsigned gems like Invasion of the Tentacube is, at least in my eyes, unmatched in getting bands like Xoth the early attention they deserve. Sure, there are many examples of self-released albums that fit these qualifiers, but Invasion of the Tentacube might be my personal favorite. It’s also worth mentioning this record as a reminder for people to revisit Xoth’s early material. Though a bit unrefined (as Akerblogger pointed out in his otherwise glowing review), this album is every bit as entertaining as Xoth’s subsequent LPs, and a neat little time capsule that captures all of Xoth’s ambitions in a charmingly adolescent package.

I wish I had written …

Frostbite Orckings – The Orcish Eclipse Review. I maintain that it was a wise decision to retire the 0.0/5.0 score from our rating system, but for Frostbite Orckings, I should have lobbied to reinstate it for one last hurrah. Ideally, we wouldn’t have given this insulting crap the time of day to begin with10, but the only value this garbage could have had was as a warning example after I pilloried it to fucking death. AI art, whether visual or aural, is not art, and should have no place where real artists struggle to thrive. Oh, and Unleash the Archers can go to hell.

I wish I could do over …

Dunnock – Little Stories Told by Ghosts Review. Speaking of 0.0 scores… I was in a bad space mentally when I wrote this review, and I take full responsibility for giving Dunnock a platform as my personal punching bag. It didn’t feel good to write this, and it didn’t feel good to have people validating my scoring decision in the comments. If nothing else, writing this review changed my philosophy on writing negative reviews for the better. My tastes should have dictated that I had no business reviewing this record, which I’m sure has its fans. Somewhere. I still think it sucks.

I wish more people had read …

Tales of Gaia – Hypernova Review. While the comments section indicates many people read this review, I simply cannot allow this gem to be lost to time. Hypernova left me crying and borderline suffocating from laughter. I have amazing memories of subjecting friends to this record and watching them crumple into a state of helpless hysteria. Unless Tales of Gaia makes another record with the same singer11, you will never hear anything else like this in your life.

Saunders

AMG and me

Various circumstances have conspired to fuck with my 2024 so far, leaving me scrambling as whips are cracked to contribute to this momentous occasion. 15 goddamn years, hey? And going stronger than ever… I am forever grateful and humbled to be a long-term servant to this mighty blog since joining the team during the latter half of 2014. My fading memory cannot quite pinpoint the timeline when I stumbled onto the pages of Angry Metal Guy. However, I remember being struck by the positive and passionate community vibes, the quality, insightful writing, and the no-bullshit rating system. I rapidly became an avid reader and, when opportunity came knocking, I jumped aboard. It’s been an awesome journey to see the incredible growth and expansion over the years.

Initially, I struggled as I adapted to a tight operation and steep learning curve with my then awful formatting skills (surprised I didn’t get the axe right there). Yet it was the professional standards, the support networks, set processes and the ongoing inspiration of the outstanding writing talent adorning these pages over the years that has kept me on my toes, and pushed me to become a better, more rounded writer. I am grateful for the exceptional (occasionally intimidating) writing standards and creative flair that each writer brings, which keeps me honest and inspires me. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of great music I’ve been alerted to over the years.

Writing for AngryMetalGuy.com means the world to me and has been my rock since stumbling across these pages roughly a decade ago. Although I don’t write as much as I would like to, daily visits to the blog remain a steadfast routine. Also, the one-of-a-kind community kicks arse and my writing buddies and colleagues are an awesome bunch of people and an absolute pleasure to work alongside. Here’s to many more great years ahead.

AMG gave to me …

Soen // Tellurian – Just months after I joined the staff, Angry Metal Guy Himself reviewed the sophomore album from Swedish progressive metal band Soen. I had overlooked their debut, and it was the impassioned piece of fine critical writing and subsequent lofty rating that piqued my interest. Being a prog enthusiast and big Opeth and Tool fan (no, not one of those Tool fans), Soen’s emotive, melancholic, chunky, complex and infectious brand of prog metal touched my heart and gripped my soul. It wrapping up top honors on my first year-end list writing here in 2014. It began a love affair with Soen, especially through their golden stretch from Tellurian to 2019’s exemplary Lotus album. Furthermore, Tellurian opened my eyes more and more to the many wondrous bands operating in the modern progressive metal field. A decade later and Tellurian continues to resonate strongly and remains one of my treasured early discoveries on this blog.

Mutoid Man // War Moans – Mutoid Man’s 2017 album War Moans dropped at a challenging period in my life, where I was navigating a career change and plunging into the unknown. Shit got pretty hectic; thus, certain albums took on extra significance in my life. The much-missed Dr Fisting wrote a typically cool review of the zany supergroup’s sophomore album, inspiring me to dip into the crazy world of Mutoid Man and their ridiculously catchy, wild concoction of influences. War Moans quickly ascended to become a go-to album and modern favorite, igniting my rabid fandom of the band to this day. Mutoid Man transcend simple labels, skilfully meshing elements of metal, rock, prog, punk, math and hardcore into cohesive, speedy, rollicking jams. They possess massive crossover appeal, punching out A-grade tuneage with plenty of zip, technical skill, and a knack of cranking the fun factor, and embellishing their batshit, hyperactive formula with wickedly addictive earworm gems.

Bathory // Hammerheart – I am a big metal feature nerd and, though the reviewing game takes precedent, some of my favorite moments are the various feature pieces and passionate write-ups of classic albums. When the curmudgeonly Doc Grier wrote a Yer Metal Is Olde piece on Bathory’s 1990 album Hammerheart, my curiosity was sparked. Although I was a fan of Enslaved and had dabbled in Borknagar, Bathory’s much-adored Viking metal legacy was largely untouched in my historic metal explorations. Branching out of my comfort zone and exploring other styles and genres is an ongoing thrill as a metalhead. This piece triggered me to open my horizons and delve more fully into the battle-hardened, epic realms of Viking metal and associated styles. Hammerheart is a fucking epic monster of a classic opus, that opened further doors for me and broadened my appreciation of not only Viking metal, but certain overlooked black metal gems, including Bathory’s own early classics.

I wish I had written …

For shits and giggles, I could easily go to Dr Fisting‘s Indefensible Positions takedown of Slaughter of the Soul, just for the sheer ballsyness, despite disagreeing with the sentiment. In the end, Grymm‘s killer Yer Metal Is Olde write-up of Acid Bath’s underground classic When the Kite String Pops stands out. This album (and this band) is an all timer for me and Grymm did an outstanding job of conveying why this album is so special and unique. It’s a classic YMIO entry that I occasionally go back to read, giving me the warm nostalgic feels and reminding me why I fell in love with this album back in the day, and why it still holds a place in my heart.

I wish more people had read …

AMG Goes Ranking – Dying Fetus. The Dying Fetus Ranking piece was a special moment in my decade-long career writing on this blog. A long-time favorite and pivotal band in opening my ears to the wonders of the more brutal, slammy realms of death metal, this ranking feature was a proud moment. Despite the collective efforts of my comrades Maddog and Dolphin Whisperer, fewer than thirty comments at time of writing was a little disappointing for a band of Dying Fetus’ stature. I don’t know how many actual clicks it got but I was certainly expecting / hoping for more rabble, agreements, and fiery debates than what occurred.

#2024 #AcidBath #AMGGoesRanking #AMGTurns15 #Amorphis #Avantasia #Bathory #billyWoods #BlogPost #BlogPosts #ComingOut #Cormorant #DarkestEra #Dodecahedron #DyingFetus #GeoffTate #GrymmCommentsOn #LornaShore #MeltedBodies #Moonsorrow #MutoidMan #ReverendKristinMichaelHayter #Soen #StevenWilson #TarjaTurunen #TheNightFlightOrchestra #Wilderun

AMG Turns 15: Senior VPs Speak

By Carcharodon

15 years ago, on May 19, 2009, Angry Metal Guy spoke. For the very first time as AMG. And he had opinions: Very Important Opinions™. The post attracted relatively little attention at the time, but times change and, over the decade and a half since then, AMG Industries has grown into the blog you know today. Now with a staff of around 25 overrating overwriters (and an entirely non-suspicious graveyard for writers on permanent, all-expenses-paid sabbaticals), we have written more than 9,100 posts, comprising over seven million words. Over the site’s lifetime, we’ve had more than 107 million visits and now achieve well over a million hits each and every month. Through this, we’ve built up a fantastic community of readers drawn from every corner of the globe, whom we have (mostly) loved getting to know in the more than 360,000 comments posted on the site.

We have done this under the careful (if sternly authoritarian) stewardship of our eponymous leader Angry Metal Guy and his iron enforcer, Steel Druhm, while adhering to strict editorial policies and principles. We have done this by simply offering honest (and occasionally brutal) takes, and without running a single advert or taking a single cent from anyone. Ever. Mistakes have undoubtedly been made and we may be a laughing stock in the eyes of music intellectuals, socialites and critics everywhere but we are incredibly proud of what AMG Industries represents. In fact, we believe it may be the best metal blog, with the best community of readers, on the internet.

Now join us as the people responsible for making AMG a reality reflect on what the site means to them and why they would willingly work for a blog that pays in the currency of deadlines, abuse, and hobo wine. Welcome to the 15th Birthdaynalia.

Thou Shalt Have No Other Blogs!

El Cuervo

AMG and me

When I reflect on what really matters at the end of each year, AMG.com always comes up trumps.1 Its benefits are many, its failings few, and I struggle to imagine my life had I never joined its crew a decade ago. Surprising though this may be to those familiar with my pride, AMG could be an unread blog and it wouldn’t matter. It represents a creative outlet, exercises my brain differently from my corporate career, rewards me with high-quality listening material, and even introduced some individuals that I now consider strong friends. Serving a not-for-profit organization operated by nerds for nerds, with a combined love for their esoteric interest grants me balance and perspective I would otherwise miss in my rigidly structured professional life. Even after thousands of hours of unpaid servitude, it energizes and excites me.

Sure, it satisfies my ego that Angry Metal Guy also attracts thousands of unique readers per article, and has sizable clout in the underground and mid-tier of heavy metal media. I love the bump bands experience following our praise, and even the incendiary comments when we criticize something popular. But these are just the cherry on the top of everything else it affords me. This site nourishes my soul; through creativity, community, and hubris.2

AMG gave to me …

Cormorant // Dwellings – In 2011, I was still relatively new to extreme metal but I already knew that Opeth was one of my favorite bands. A simple Opeth name-drop by AMG in his review was all it took to pique my interest. Shortly thereafter, Cormorant—especially their first two records, 2009’s Metzoa and this—became some of my favorite music too. So much so that a slice of the art from this second record is prominently tattooed on my body. Dwellings is an expansive, unpredictable treasure map of a record. It’s littered with dozens of obvious paths and landmarks, but also subtler trinkets you’ll miss until your tenth listen. There’s so much to admire here, from the burly riff and thunderous vocals opening “Junta,” to the wandering, shredding guitars narrating Kevin Rudd’s apology to Australia’s indigenous population (“The First Man”) and the beautifully delicate interludes on “Funambulist.” Dwellings is the earliest example of many albums introduced to me via AMG.com that have had a lasting impact on either my listening tastes or life generally.

Moonsorrow // Varjoina Kuljemme Kuolleiden Maassa – Although I’d already breached the realms of death metal prior to discovering AMG (via Opeth and In Flames, naturally), black metal had eluded me. It was a gap about which I was concerned, given my moves towards heavier music. Happily for me, the review of Moonsorrow’s sixth full-length blew that door wide open. Varjoina Kuljemme Kuolleiden Maassa is hardly entry-grade material, featuring a bleak atmosphere, alien vocals, and four main tracks each exceeding eleven minutes. But the grand melodies, sharp riffs, folksy slant, and EPIC song-writing scope offered the necessary bait for me. It basically ruined atmospheric and folksy metal for me from the outset; almost no other bands successfully write engrossing, long-form black metal like these guys, despite most of them trying. Listening to VKKM is less like hearing music and more like slowly wandering towards a freezing death in the Nordic wilderness. But in a good way! While the band has arguably produced other, stronger records—the mythological curiosity of Verisäkeet and monolithic Hävitetty are also exemplary—VKKM holds a special importance to me for opening up an entire genre.

Steven Wilson // Hand. Cannot. Erase. – At the age of 22/23, I would describe 2016 as the year that my childhood ended and adulthood began. I was preparing to enter employment at the end of my further education and went through a difficult break-up with a long-term partner. Although Hand. Cannot. Erase. released in 2015, I spent far more time with it the following year. Along with a few other artists outside my typical territory of prog and metal, it narrated that period for me. Progressive rock sits comfortably within my bailiwick3 but the mournful strains of pop found on the title track and “Perfect Life” are what stand H.C.E. apart from everything else. AMG‘s AotY summary was absolutely right in saying that “the emotional engagement that Wilson and co. are able to evoke in me is precisely what makes this album more than the sum of its parts.” It’s my emotional response to the music here that makes this record what it is. Even in the numerous ways my life has changed in the subsequent eight years, I find it a little difficult to return to this one. It’s a landmark album in my life.

I wish I had written …

Avantasia – The Wicked Symphony Review. This album represents not only the vehicle through which I discovered AMG but also one of my favorite albums from the 2010s. It’s the most raucous, overblown and catchy fusion of hard rock and symphonic metal I’ve heard. But my first listen also represented a turning point in my life. Pre-Wicked Symphony, so much of my listening was rooted in bands introduced to me by my dad. Post-Wicked Symphony, these roles were reversed and I now feed him new releases I think he’ll enjoy. I would have loved the contemporaneous opportunity to describe this phenomenon in relation to Avantasia.

I wish more people had read …

Geoff Tate – Kings and Thieves Review. The great Dr. Fisting is the most incisive, humorous writer to ever sit in our ranks, and his review of Kings and Thieves forms his best output. Framed as a letter, Fisting delivers a savage, but wholly reasonable, takedown of a problematic, wayward Mr Tate. The line “hearing you sing about getting laid is about as sexy as walking in on my parents” delighted me at the time and still delights me now. Read this.

Grymm

AMG and me

In all my years of listening to metal prior to writing about it, I was searching long and hard for anything that would come close to the magic that the late, great Metal Maniacs magazine brought to the world. Once I encountered Dr. Fisting‘s immortal(ly brutal) review of Kings and Thieves by ex-Queensryche vocalist Geoff Tate, I knew I had found it. Little did I know that I would call this place home for over a decade. To say this site is special to me, is to understate the impact it’s had on my life, my writing, and how I approach all music nowadays. The fact that I made a second family here among the staff and readers makes this all the sweeter. I don’t regret the time, energy, and tears spent here.

As I’ve said many times, onward…

AMG gave to me …

Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter // Saved! – The most recent and jarring album that I discovered since joining up here, the former Lingua Ignota took all the pain she experienced through abuse, and turned it into a religious, lo-fi cleansing, that was equal parts beautiful, stirring, and brutally uncomfortable. I often waver between experiencing this album to purge, and never wanting to touch it again because it’s that raw. When an album makes you feel those things, you know the artist(s) who crafted it did something right.

Lorna Shore // Pain Remains – I’ll admit, I’m not the biggest fan of deathcore out there, and it doesn’t help that I (unfairly, in hindsight) avoided New Jersey’s Lorna Shore due to the actions of their prior vocalist. What I didn’t know was that they gave said asshole the boot almost immediately after Immortal’s release, and were blessed with the golden throat of one Will Ramos. The rest, as they say, is history. Since then, they’ve been on a majestic ascent that many bands would give everything for, and they rightfully deserve all the success in the world that they’ve achieved.

Darkest Era // Severence – One of the earliest albums I discovered via another writer here at AMG, Irish minstrels Darkest Era deserve far, far more love than they’re currently getting … and from what I’ve heard, they’re getting some well-deserved love lately from all the metalheads. Rightfully so. For, as good as their debut The Last Caress of Light was, Severence saw a major improvement in terms of musicianship and songwriting, seeing them surpass many of their inspirations by leaps and bounds.

I wish I had written …

Any of Cherd‘s Christmas posts, especially the Tarja Christmas album. Sometimes, you’re feeling the Spirit of Christmas4 and you want to spread joy. Sometimes, you just can’t stand the fucking holidays, and just want to laugh your ass off at some damn good (piss)takes on the commercialized, uber-capitalistic holidays, and our holiday cheer-spreader has spent the last few years making us hurt our ribcages from ugly-laughing so damn much to his reviews of Christmas albums, and Tarja’s over-the-top Christmas album was beyond ripe for the taking. I wish I had his propensity for pain humor.

I wish I could do over …

Grymm Comments: On Coming Out and Acceptance in the Metalverse… Again. – Don’t get this twisted; everything I said in my second coming-out piece still needed to be said and, sadly, nothing’s changed. But if you knew even half of the bullshit I endured once it was published, you would too lose all motivation to support the very music that has people in it that want to see you either removed from the scene, or outright dead. My desire to write pretty much died after this went live…

I wish more people had read …

Grymm Comments: On Coming Out and Acceptance in the Metalverse… Again. …but I’m not at all sorry I did it. Metal, for all its acceptance of its wayward misfits, miscreants, and outcasts, still has a colossal problem in terms of racism and homophobia, and it’s only gotten more emboldened over the last decade or so. It’s heartening to see pushback against it though and if that means someone else will pick up the baton, after I laid it down, to call out that bullshit, then all the better. None of the other major players have the fortitude to do so, but there are those who can and will.

Kronos

AMG and me

Look, I don’t write here anymore; I’ve left that to the more capable. But when I did, the reason for it all was that someone gave a fuck whether I was capable or not. When someone first commented to say, “Hey, this is some bad prose” on a Kronos review, that was when I decided that I was going to keep writing for AMG. For all our sins as a website, we did—and those currently writing here still do—care to make what you read here good, and care to connect you with art that is good. The commentariat’s demand for quality pushed me as a writer to produce both the best criticism and the most entertaining writing I could muster, even when I didn’t have much to say. But there came a point when I found I had too little to say to keep saying anything. Seeing the rest of the staff continue to dish thoughtful commentary even on thoughtless art, made bowing out easy. I’m proud to have been a piece of the project for so long.

I hope it keeps going another fifteen years. That way, when I’m a Steel-level fogie and Defeated Sanity are as neolithic as Metal Church, I can return and correct Generation Alpha’s horrible taste.

AMG gave to me …

Dodecahedron // Dodecahedron – If I had never heard Dodecahedron’s opening chords, I may have had a very different life than I do now. Knowing that those sounds exist completely reshaped my relationship with music, shifting my interest from the technical to the visceral. Never before had I felt my stomach turn from sound alone. If there’s any overarching theme in my music writing, it’s the failure to completely capture this sensation in words, to properly express the importance of art that sparks the neurons below the neck.

Melted Bodies // Enjoy Yourself – Well, don’t mind if I do. I thought this sounded OK from GardensTale‘s review and didn’t get around to it until I’d turned in my year-end list for 2020 (after all, I know best, so why bother listening to what these bozos tell me is good). Then I spent 2021 listening to Enjoy Yourself on a weekly basis. Melted Bodies’ sardonic seapunk-infused thrash proved the perfect artistic vehicle to deliver a treatise on hypernormalization and the misery, and seediness of American culture. Far from being just a metal record with a political bent, Enjoy Yourself is more directly a political document printed with a gaudy mix of guitars, synthesizer boops, and blast beats, in which every annoying, hokey lyrical delivery hisses out through a rot-toothed sneer.

billy woods // Hiding Places5 – While I was actively writing, I pretty much knew if I’d like a new metal record well before the review came out. The writers look out for each other, you know? And few were more persistent and reliable gauges of my interest than Kenstrosity, who somehow just knew I’d love this album. Hiding Places carries more than a whiff of the care and crypsis of a great art-house death metal record without being anything close to one. Muted instrumentals creak and twinkle around woods, whose tangled lyrics squint suspiciously at love and belonging, paranoid from decades of imperial violence. Gloomy but electric, woods delivers his piece with a mix of resignation and reprehension that hooks me in every time. It’s not metal, but it is really fucking angry.

Dr. Wvrm

AMG and me

I’ve asked myself what AMG means to me far too often over the last few years. As I’ve fallen out, in and back out of love with metal, with reviewing, and with arguing with “writers” about the finer points of comma usage. As I’ve watched better and more dedicated reviewers slip away to the far side of the hourglass, I’ve wondered what my useless ass is still doing here.

I don’t write; no time, no drive. I don’t read the articles, but then again, who does? I stay in touch with current releases (mostly because Kenneth or Dolphin Fucker or Eldritch shove things they know I’ll like in my face) but am no longer a voracious consumer and cataloguer. My fixations have moved on to other equally meaningless pursuits. Yet here I stay, despite the guilt of missed deadlines and the shame of another broken promise of regular reviews, doing just enough to avoid unceremonious defenestration from The Hall, because I love these people.

This site, those who read it, and particularly those who staff it, are the only people I have ever had in my life who see what I see in this awful music; who understand the ways this awful music can take on a life of its own, suffusing relationships and memories like little else can; who have connected with me and supported me and been so good to me, simply because of this awful, this god-awful music.

AMG, more than anything else, means community, and I consider myself lucky to have found a place at its table.

AMG gave to me …

Wilderun // Sleep at the Edge of the Earth6 – Sleep is (a) an entirely unoriginal selection, (b) the first 5.0/5.0 record to which this site introduced me, and (c) the only metal record my father has ever appreciated. This is a man who once made me turn off Billy Joel.7 After 20 years of musical repartee boiling down to me blasting Cryptopsy’s “Crown of Horns” for laughs, Wilderun managed to bridge our gap. It surely has to do with the literal Berklee grads orchestrating a symphonic masterpiece more than anything heavy about the record, but if I’ve learned anything in this life, it’s to shut up and take your win. The image of the two of us listening to “Hope and Shadow” while driving through the hills of Pennsylvania Dutch Country is vivid in the way those special moments always are, even years later. I’m sure if asked, he couldn’t recall that afternoon. The memory is fine just the same.

The Night Flight Orchestra // Amber Galactic – As Sleep was to my father, so was Amber Galactic to my mother. In many ways, I owe my metal worship to her; if not for a childhood raised on nothing but soft rock, I likely wouldn’t search out the ugliest music humanly possible. While she was never as repulsed by my musical predilections as my father,8 she was also not the audience for Slayer or Children of Bodom, just as I was not the audience for Shania Twain, Rod Stewart or Seal.9 Our tastes diverged for good in the year 2004, leaving little but tussles over the radio knob, and eventually everything else. Our fights were, and are, legendary among our friends and family, which was a badge of honor as an asshole teenager and is now a marker of shame as an asshole adult. I don’t remember how she got wise to Amber Galactic – maybe through me, accidentally. But for the first time in the long-time search for a ceasefire, she was as into “Gemini,” “Domino”, and “Josephine” as I was. It was a good time. That detente didn’t last long, of course, but as a wise man once said, “Shut up and take your win.”

Amorphis // Under the Red Cloud – Under the Red Cloud topped the very first Top Ten I put together, in 2015, still a pre-staff wannabe. Even then, I wanted to foist my awful opinions on the world, and in many ways, that was the first step to my eventual membership here. That isn’t why this review matters to me though. I had no idea who Amorphis was before AMG Himself‘s review of Under the Red Cloud. In the years since, I’ve been grateful for their constant companionship, in the summer sun and on lonely nights like the one on which I write this. I reached for them on a January morning, as the last throes of a Nor’easter snowed me into the maternity ward. I’m passing the hours between bottles by staring out at crystalline whorls as “Enigma” plays. It’s one of my very favorites, in their catalog, in all of music, and I can’t help but share it. I turn the volume down and pass the headphones from my ears to my son’s. It’s only for a moment, and who knows how well you can hear less than a day removed from in vitro, but it’s our moment. It’s this moment, all these moments, that I want to flash before my eyes when my bell finally tolls, and I hope someone turns the speaker up to 11 when they do.

Eldritch Elitist

AMG and me

I’m not sure if any of my colleagues know this, but I have done most of my writing in my nearly 8 year tenure at Angry Metal Guy on my cell phone. I submitted my application to AMG on May 24th, 2016; exactly two weeks later, my first and only child was born. He was a particularly clingy baby, so for months when I’d arrive home from work, he was essentially glued to my arm for hours on end. When Steel Druhm and Madam X graciously brought me on as a probationary writer, I begrudgingly adapted to writing on a stupid-ass, tiny-ass screen with my stupid-ass, big-ass thumbs. The process has been second nature to me ever since.

Let me be perfectly clear: If I was doing this for a shot at writing for any other blog, I would have bailed immediately. But I owed Angry Metal Guy for singlehandedly revitalizing my passion for metal, after my interest in the genre had waned over a half decade of post-high school life. No other outlet compared when it came to treating melodic metal with the same respect and professional level of writing quality afforded to so-called “trailblazers” in the scene. Having the kind of music that made me fall in love with the genre in the first place legitimized by such a talented crew was revelatory. I can only hope my contributions in this space have resonated similarly with others like me.

AMG gave to me …

Beaten to Death // Unplugged – I’m not a grindcore fan. The number of grindcore albums I’ve listened to in full likely ranks in the single digits. I also think that Beaten to Death’s Unplugged is one of the coolest, catchiest, and most compulsively listenable records of the last decade. Part of what makes Unplugged a special record for me is that—aside from its sheer kinetic brilliance—discovering this record through AMG is what made me want to write for this blog in the first place. Jean-Luc Ricard’s spot-on piece wisely zeroed in on this record’s decidedly un-grindy eccentricities, which was vital for enticing genre tourists like myself. Mirroring that review’s impact has been my mission with every positive review I’ve ever penned. For all the self-proclaimed power metal haters who thanked me in the comments for making them one-off converts to records like The Saberlight Chronicles: Thanks for the free dopamine!

Khemmis // Hunted – I used to be a casual appreciator of doom metal. That is, before Steel Druhm reviewed Khemmis’s 2016 opus Hunted, which more or less put me off the genre for good. Hunted is a perfect encapsulation of everything I enjoy in a doom metal record. So perfect, in fact, that everything I’ve heard in the realm of traditional doom metal since has failed to elicit a response stronger than “this is good, but I wish I was listening to Hunted.” This album excels through sheer simplicity and masterful melodic handling, filling any semblance of dead air in a genre where most compositions feel like a waste of space. The tragedy here is that Khemmis’ formula is so effective as to feel effortless in its construction, yet no other band has been able to match these heights, despite the formula for success sounding so obvious to my ears. Were it not for Steel Druhm’s rightfully glowing (if underscored) review, I might have never heard my favorite doom metal album at all.

Xoth // Invasion of the Tentacube – Much like Wilderun before them, I’m not sure Xoth’s recent underground success would have resulted in as strong of word-of-mouth had Angry Metal Guy not been hyping them up since their 2017 debut. Our staff’s collective enthusiasm for promoting unsigned gems like Invasion of the Tentacube is, at least in my eyes, unmatched in getting bands like Xoth the early attention they deserve. Sure, there are many examples of self-released albums that fit these qualifiers, but Invasion of the Tentacube might be my personal favorite. It’s also worth mentioning this record as a reminder for people to revisit Xoth’s early material. Though a bit unrefined (as Akerblogger pointed out in his otherwise glowing review), this album is every bit as entertaining as Xoth’s subsequent LPs, and a neat little time capsule that captures all of Xoth’s ambitions in a charmingly adolescent package.

I wish I had written …

Frostbite Orckings – The Orcish Eclipse Review. I maintain that it was a wise decision to retire the 0.0/5.0 score from our rating system, but for Frostbite Orckings, I should have lobbied to reinstate it for one last hurrah. Ideally, we wouldn’t have given this insulting crap the time of day to begin with10, but the only value this garbage could have had was as a warning example after I pilloried it to fucking death. AI art, whether visual or aural, is not art, and should have no place where real artists struggle to thrive. Oh, and Unleash the Archers can go to hell.

I wish I could do over …

Dunnock – Little Stories Told by Ghosts Review. Speaking of 0.0 scores… I was in a bad space mentally when I wrote this review, and I take full responsibility for giving Dunnock a platform as my personal punching bag. It didn’t feel good to write this, and it didn’t feel good to have people validating my scoring decision in the comments. If nothing else, writing this review changed my philosophy on writing negative reviews for the better. My tastes should have dictated that I had no business reviewing this record, which I’m sure has its fans. Somewhere. I still think it sucks.

I wish more people had read …

Tales of Gaia – Hypernova Review. While the comments section indicates many people read this review, I simply cannot allow this gem to be lost to time. Hypernova left me crying and borderline suffocating from laughter. I have amazing memories of subjecting friends to this record and watching them crumple into a state of helpless hysteria. Unless Tales of Gaia makes another record with the same singer11, you will never hear anything else like this in your life.

Saunders

AMG and me

Various circumstances have conspired to fuck with my 2024 so far, leaving me scrambling as whips are cracked to contribute to this momentous occasion. 15 goddamn years, hey? And going stronger than ever… I am forever grateful and humbled to be a long-term servant to this mighty blog since joining the team during the latter half of 2014. My fading memory cannot quite pinpoint the timeline when I stumbled onto the pages of Angry Metal Guy. However, I remember being struck by the positive and passionate community vibes, the quality, insightful writing, and the no-bullshit rating system. I rapidly became an avid reader and, when opportunity came knocking, I jumped aboard. It’s been an awesome journey to see the incredible growth and expansion over the years.

Initially, I struggled as I adapted to a tight operation and steep learning curve with my then awful formatting skills (surprised I didn’t get the axe right there). Yet it was the professional standards, the support networks, set processes and the ongoing inspiration of the outstanding writing talent adorning these pages over the years that has kept me on my toes, and pushed me to become a better, more rounded writer. I am grateful for the exceptional (occasionally intimidating) writing standards and creative flair that each writer brings, which keeps me honest and inspires me. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of great music I’ve been alerted to over the years.

Writing for AngryMetalGuy.com means the world to me and has been my rock since stumbling across these pages roughly a decade ago. Although I don’t write as much as I would like to, daily visits to the blog remain a steadfast routine. Also, the one-of-a-kind community kicks arse and my writing buddies and colleagues are an awesome bunch of people and an absolute pleasure to work alongside. Here’s to many more great years ahead.

AMG gave to me …

Soen // Tellurian – Just months after I joined the staff, Angry Metal Guy Himself reviewed the sophomore album from Swedish progressive metal band Soen. I had overlooked their debut, and it was the impassioned piece of fine critical writing and subsequent lofty rating that piqued my interest. Being a prog enthusiast and big Opeth and Tool fan (no, not one of those Tool fans), Soen’s emotive, melancholic, chunky, complex and infectious brand of prog metal touched my heart and gripped my soul. It wrapping up top honors on my first year-end list writing here in 2014. It began a love affair with Soen, especially through their golden stretch from Tellurian to 2019’s exemplary Lotus album. Furthermore, Tellurian opened my eyes more and more to the many wondrous bands operating in the modern progressive metal field. A decade later and Tellurian continues to resonate strongly and remains one of my treasured early discoveries on this blog.

Mutoid Man // War Moans – Mutoid Man’s 2017 album War Moans dropped at a challenging period in my life, where I was navigating a career change and plunging into the unknown. Shit got pretty hectic; thus, certain albums took on extra significance in my life. The much-missed Dr Fisting wrote a typically cool review of the zany supergroup’s sophomore album, inspiring me to dip into the crazy world of Mutoid Man and their ridiculously catchy, wild concoction of influences. War Moans quickly ascended to become a go-to album and modern favorite, igniting my rabid fandom of the band to this day. Mutoid Man transcend simple labels, skilfully meshing elements of metal, rock, prog, punk, math and hardcore into cohesive, speedy, rollicking jams. They possess massive crossover appeal, punching out A-grade tuneage with plenty of zip, technical skill, and a knack of cranking the fun factor, and embellishing their batshit, hyperactive formula with wickedly addictive earworm gems.

Bathory // Hammerheart – I am a big metal feature nerd and, though the reviewing game takes precedent, some of my favorite moments are the various feature pieces and passionate write-ups of classic albums. When the curmudgeonly Doc Grier wrote a Yer Metal Is Olde piece on Bathory’s 1990 album Hammerheart, my curiosity was sparked. Although I was a fan of Enslaved and had dabbled in Borknagar, Bathory’s much-adored Viking metal legacy was largely untouched in my historic metal explorations. Branching out of my comfort zone and exploring other styles and genres is an ongoing thrill as a metalhead. This piece triggered me to open my horizons and delve more fully into the battle-hardened, epic realms of Viking metal and associated styles. Hammerheart is a fucking epic monster of a classic opus, that opened further doors for me and broadened my appreciation of not only Viking metal, but certain overlooked black metal gems, including Bathory’s own early classics.

I wish I had written …

For shits and giggles, I could easily go to Dr Fisting‘s Indefensible Positions takedown of Slaughter of the Soul, just for the sheer ballsyness, despite disagreeing with the sentiment. In the end, Grymm‘s killer Yer Metal Is Olde write-up of Acid Bath’s underground classic When the Kite String Pops stands out. This album (and this band) is an all timer for me and Grymm did an outstanding job of conveying why this album is so special and unique. It’s a classic YMIO entry that I occasionally go back to read, giving me the warm nostalgic feels and reminding me why I fell in love with this album back in the day, and why it still holds a place in my heart.

I wish more people had read …

AMG Goes Ranking – Dying Fetus. The Dying Fetus Ranking piece was a special moment in my decade-long career writing on this blog. A long-time favorite and pivotal band in opening my ears to the wonders of the more brutal, slammy realms of death metal, this ranking feature was a proud moment. Despite the collective efforts of my comrades Maddog and Dolphin Whisperer, fewer than thirty comments at time of writing was a little disappointing for a band of Dying Fetus’ stature. I don’t know how many actual clicks it got but I was certainly expecting / hoping for more rabble, agreements, and fiery debates than what occurred.

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Former NIGHTWISH Members MARKO HIETALA And TARJA TURUNEN Collaborate On New Song 'Left On Mars'

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MARKO HIETALA Doesn't Rule Out Starting New Band With TARJA TURUNEN

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TARJA TURUNEN Says She Has 'A New Relationship' With Former NIGHTWISH Bandmate MARKO HIETALA: 'Life Has Changed Us'
In a new interview with Thiago Rahal Mauro of Brazil's Metal Musikast, Tarja Turunen spoke about what it was like to team up with her former NIGHTWISH bandmate Marko "Marco" Hietala to perform a cover of "The Phantom Of The Opera" during their special open-air concert in July...

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Presenting Mrs. Ramsbottom’s Second Grade Class Christmas Recital, Starring Tarja, as Described by Liam Collins, Age Seven

By Cherd

Hi, I’m Liam. I’m backstage right now because we’re doing a Christmas recital tonight. Everyone in my class is in it except for the Horowitz twins. Ezra and Esther don’t have to for some reason. Our music teacher Mrs. Ramsbottom was supposed to be here too but one of her organs blew up and she had to go to the hospital. It’s called an appendix and I’ve got one inside me too but my Mom says mine is ok and probably won’t blow up. Mrs. Ramsbottom was going to play the piano and we were going to sing but when she got sick we got a substitute teacher. Her name is Miss Tarja. She can sing really pretty but she talks kind of funny. Dad says it’s because she’s from Finland. I guess she’s kind of famous because my Dad knew who she was. He said she was in a heavy metal band called Nightwish. Mom asked him if that was one of his Cookie Monster bands he listened to in college. He said “Not really.” I asked him why she’s substitute teaching if she’s famous and he got sad and said “It’s hard to make money in the arts,” and then he got a bottle of brown stuff from the Grownups Only Cabinet and took it out to the garage. Mom looked kind of mad.

When Miss Tarja first showed up in class she was wearing a crazy outfit that was shiny and black and had lots of metal buttons and some black feathers. She looked like a vampire. My friend Aisha thought so too and asked her if she was a vampire and she said “No” but if I was a vampire I’d say “No” so people wouldn’t suspect me. Miss Tarja had us sing for her what we’d practiced for the recital. The whole time she kept rubbing her forehead with her super long vampire fingernails. Sometimes her eyes would get big and she’d say “Kamalaa! Katastrofi! Where is the passion?” When we were done she said “This will not do. But don’t worry my little Yuletide ravens, Tarja will fix this, and you will help her. Yes, Tarja will rise like the Star of Bethlehem over the darkest night of the soul!” When we came to practice the next day, we didn’t have to sing very much. Miss Tarja did most of it.

That was three days ago. Now I’m backstage and I’m hot and itchy. We were all going to wear funny Christmas sweaters tonight but Miss Tarja changed that, too. All this black leather is heavy and I’m really sweaty. She has contact lenses that make her eyes all black and her hair is super tall and she’s wearing a cape and a sword. She looks cool. We’re taking our places. The curtains just opened. These lights are really bright. Miss Tarja holds her sword in the air and yells, “Welcome! And behold my Dark Christmas.” She recorded all the instruments earlier so they just have to hit play in the sound booth. She starts singing “The First Noel” and waving her arms around like one of those balloon people where grown ups buy cars, but in super slow motion. I see Mom and Dad! They look really surprised. Everyone does. At first Miss Tarja sings the song really quiet, but then she gets really loud just before the end. She does that a lot.

We don’t sing much on some of these songs but next is “Frosty the Snowman” and it’s really fun. We sing the chorus, and then at the end we all get to say “ME! ME!” and it doesn’t even have to be in rhythm. Miss Tarja says details like that make this art. I’ve heard this song lots before but she makes it sound REALLY serious. Sometimes the music is sad like maybe she knew Frosty in real life and is sad he died. I guess that’s possible because it snows a lot in Finland. A couple of times the music gets really big like Frosty is a Marvel superhero in a movie. Iron Man was my favorite but he died and that made his son Spiderman really sad. Miss Tarja is waving around her vampire claws all slow and spooky. I bet they make it hard to make a snowman. No one in the audience has clapped yet, or coughed or moved or anything. Some vampires can do magic spells. Maybe she did one on them. Hang on, this is my favorite part! “ME…ME…ME…ME!”

Someone clapped! Miss Tarja sang “O, Holy Night” like she was in an opera and when she got to the “fall on your knees” part we all got on our knees and put our hands up and looked right at the really bright lights and that hurt, but then Jayden’s mom stood up and clapped really loud. Jayden’s nice but kind of weird and my Dad says his mom goes to all the school board meetings just to yell at people. Maybe she’ll like this costume change part, too. Some guys with ropes just pulled Miss Tarja up to the ceiling really fast and all the lights turned off. The audience is making LOTS of noise now. A bunch of people are saying “Whoa” and “Hey” and one person yelled “Jesus Christ!” It’s really dark. Ok, a light came back on, but only one. It’s shining on Miss Tarja up at the ceiling. Now she’s wearing a big white dress and her hair and face are all white like a ghost. That means it’s time to sing “Jingle Bell Rock.”

They’re lowering her back down to the stage and she’s singing the first part REALLY slow. When we practiced this song with Mrs. Ramsbottom, we danced all around and had a lot of fun. I don’t think there’s any way to dance to this. Miss Tarja made most of this music with special pianos that can sound like other instruments and violins and stuff, but some guy plays an electric guitar for this song. He’s over there in the corner. No one told us his name. He just showed up. I guess the guitar makes this heavy metal. We’re not supposed to dance to heavy metal. We’re supposed to just stand still. Miss Tarja said we can “glower,” but I don’t know what that means. She gets to wave her arms around and makes faces like she’s eating something really yummy or trying to remember something.

Principal Menendez seems really upset. I think he got mad when all those bags of rose petals got dumped and blown around with big fans while we were singing “White Christmas.” Miss Tarja says white’s too predictable and the roses make it look like we’re in a big snow globe filled with blood. It’s an artistic choice. Principal Menendez left the auditorium around then and he didn’t come back in until we were starting “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” Now he’s pacing with his arms crossed and he keeps looking at his phone. “Rudolph” is my favorite song in the recital. We get to sing a lot on this one, and the music is extra scary. It reminds me of the music in movies when people are being chased by something. It makes me think about Rudolph chasing the other reindeer with a knife and then right at the end when the song gets really loud, that’s when Rudolph catches them.

Something’s happening. Miss Tarja’s trying to sing our last song but the microphone isn’t working. I think someone turned it off. Principal Menendez is coming up on stage. “Well, that’s our show for the night! I’d like to thank Miss Tarja for, uh, doing this, and Mrs. Ramsbottom’s second grade music class. You all did a wonderful job.” A few people are clapping, but now they’re getting quiet again because Miss Tarja is putting her hands up. She’s turning to us and winking. “Until next Christmas, my Yuletide ravens.” Now all the rose petals on the stage are starting to swirl around her like a tornado. The wind sounds really loud. WHOA, she disappeared! Everyone’s yelling and running on stage to grab their kids. I guess this means the recital’s over.

Rating: Let’s not ruin anyone’s child-like sense of wonder
Format Reviewed: streaming
Label: earMUSIC
Website: tarjaturunen.com
Releases Worldwide: November 10th, 2023

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Presenting Mrs. Ramsbottom’s Second Grade Class Christmas Recital, Starring Tarja, as Described by Liam Collins, Age Seven

By Cherd

Hi, I’m Liam. I’m backstage right now because we’re doing a Christmas recital tonight. Everyone in my class is in it except for the Horowitz twins. Ezra and Esther don’t have to for some reason. Our music teacher Mrs. Ramsbottom was supposed to be here too but one of her organs blew up and she had to go to the hospital. It’s called an appendix and I’ve got one inside me too but my Mom says mine is ok and probably won’t blow up. Mrs. Ramsbottom was going to play the piano and we were going to sing but when she got sick we got a substitute teacher. Her name is Miss Tarja. She can sing really pretty but she talks kind of funny. Dad says it’s because she’s from Finland. I guess she’s kind of famous because my Dad knew who she was. He said she was in a heavy metal band called Nightwish. Mom asked him if that was one of his Cookie Monster bands he listened to in college. He said “Not really.” I asked him why she’s substitute teaching if she’s famous and he got sad and said “It’s hard to make money in the arts,” and then he got a bottle of brown stuff from the Grownups Only Cabinet and took it out to the garage. Mom looked kind of mad.

When Miss Tarja first showed up in class she was wearing a crazy outfit that was shiny and black and had lots of metal buttons and some black feathers. She looked like a vampire. My friend Aisha thought so too and asked her if she was a vampire and she said “No” but if I was a vampire I’d say “No” so people wouldn’t suspect me. Miss Tarja had us sing for her what we’d practiced for the recital. The whole time she kept rubbing her forehead with her super long vampire fingernails. Sometimes her eyes would get big and she’d say “Kamalaa! Katastrofi! Where is the passion?” When we were done she said “This will not do. But don’t worry my little Yuletide ravens, Tarja will fix this, and you will help her. Yes, Tarja will rise like the Star of Bethlehem over the darkest night of the soul!” When we came to practice the next day, we didn’t have to sing very much. Miss Tarja did most of it.

That was three days ago. Now I’m backstage and I’m hot and itchy. We were all going to wear funny Christmas sweaters tonight but Miss Tarja changed that, too. All this black leather is heavy and I’m really sweaty. She has contact lenses that make her eyes all black and her hair is super tall and she’s wearing a cape and a sword. She looks cool. We’re taking our places. The curtains just opened. These lights are really bright. Miss Tarja holds her sword in the air and yells, “Welcome! And behold my Dark Christmas.” She recorded all the instruments earlier so they just have to hit play in the sound booth. She starts singing “The First Noel” and waving her arms around like one of those balloon people where grown ups buy cars, but in super slow motion. I see Mom and Dad! They look really surprised. Everyone does. At first Miss Tarja sings the song really quiet, but then she gets really loud just before the end. She does that a lot.

We don’t sing much on some of these songs but next is “Frosty the Snowman” and it’s really fun. We sing the chorus, and then at the end we all get to say “ME! ME!” and it doesn’t even have to be in rhythm. Miss Tarja says details like that make this art. I’ve heard this song lots before but she makes it sound REALLY serious. Sometimes the music is sad like maybe she knew Frosty in real life and is sad he died. I guess that’s possible because it snows a lot in Finland. A couple of times the music gets really big like Frosty is a Marvel superhero in a movie. Iron Man was my favorite but he died and that made his son Spiderman really sad. Miss Tarja is waving around her vampire claws all slow and spooky. I bet they make it hard to make a snowman. No one in the audience has clapped yet, or coughed or moved or anything. Some vampires can do magic spells. Maybe she did one on them. Hang on, this is my favorite part! “ME…ME…ME…ME!”

Someone clapped! Miss Tarja sang “O, Holy Night” like she was in an opera and when she got to the “fall on your knees” part we all got on our knees and put our hands up and looked right at the really bright lights and that hurt, but then Jayden’s mom stood up and clapped really loud. Jayden’s nice but kind of weird and my Dad says his mom goes to all the school board meetings just to yell at people. Maybe she’ll like this costume change part, too. Some guys with ropes just pulled Miss Tarja up to the ceiling really fast and all the lights turned off. The audience is making LOTS of noise now. A bunch of people are saying “Whoa” and “Hey” and one person yelled “Jesus Christ!” It’s really dark. Ok, a light came back on, but only one. It’s shining on Miss Tarja up at the ceiling. Now she’s wearing a big white dress and her hair and face are all white like a ghost. That means it’s time to sing “Jingle Bell Rock.”

They’re lowering her back down to the stage and she’s singing the first part REALLY slow. When we practiced this song with Mrs. Ramsbottom, we danced all around and had a lot of fun. I don’t think there’s any way to dance to this. Miss Tarja made most of this music with special pianos that can sound like other instruments and violins and stuff, but some guy plays an electric guitar for this song. He’s over there in the corner. No one told us his name. He just showed up. I guess the guitar makes this heavy metal. We’re not supposed to dance to heavy metal. We’re supposed to just stand still. Miss Tarja said we can “glower,” but I don’t know what that means. She gets to wave her arms around and makes faces like she’s eating something really yummy or trying to remember something.

Principal Menendez seems really upset. I think he got mad when all those bags of rose petals got dumped and blown around with big fans while we were singing “White Christmas.” Miss Tarja says white’s too predictable and the roses make it look like we’re in a big snow globe filled with blood. It’s an artistic choice. Principal Menendez left the auditorium around then and he didn’t come back in until we were starting “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” Now he’s pacing with his arms crossed and he keeps looking at his phone. “Rudolph” is my favorite song in the recital. We get to sing a lot on this one, and the music is extra scary. It reminds me of the music in movies when people are being chased by something. It makes me think about Rudolph chasing the other reindeer with a knife and then right at the end when the song gets really loud, that’s when Rudolph catches them.

Something’s happening. Miss Tarja’s trying to sing our last song but the microphone isn’t working. I think someone turned it off. Principal Menendez is coming up on stage. “Well, that’s our show for the night! I’d like to thank Miss Tarja for, uh, doing this, and Mrs. Ramsbottom’s second grade music class. You all did a wonderful job.” A few people are clapping, but now they’re getting quiet again because Miss Tarja is putting her hands up. She’s turning to us and winking. “Until next Christmas, my Yuletide ravens.” Now all the rose petals on the stage are starting to swirl around her like a tornado. The wind sounds really loud. WHOA, she disappeared! Everyone’s yelling and running on stage to grab their kids. I guess this means the recital’s over.

Rating: Let’s not ruin anyone’s child-like sense of wonder
Format Reviewed: streaming
Label: earMUSIC
Website: tarjaturunen.com
Releases Worldwide: November 10th, 2023

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