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Given its proclivity for scathing speeds, tough turnarounds, and blistering double bass, death metal contains a surprising number of drummer-vocalists. There’s Chris Reifert’s foundational feats in Autopsy, Mike Browning’s total-body tour de force on The Key (Nocturnus), and Max Klebanoff’s cookie-monstered kit-mashing in Tomb Mold. Add Andrea Feltrin of Miscreance to the list of specimens who helm the drums while screaming like a maniac. His Northern Italian quartet garnered well-deserved hype with their thrashy, old-school brand of technical death metal on debut Convergence (2022).1 For its sophomore outing, Miscreance gets bolder with a concept record; the band describes Reminiscence as a ‘lost album’ from ‘an unknown civilization that’s both futuristic and extremely primitive.’ Feltrin thus faces the unenviable task of carrying the narrative and rhythmic weight of Reminiscence, a forward-looking foray into vintage thrash-death.

Fortunately, three killer musicians fill out Miscreance, evoking the genre’s genesis and present. In lockstep with Feltrin’s lethal limbs is bassist Jean-Claude Rossingnol, whose Rickenbacker rattles with a deliciously fat n’ clangy tone.2 His punchy plucks, scintillating slaps, and stimulating slides unquestionably conjure the presence of Atheist. Guitar duo Andrea Granauro and Tommaso Cappelletti forge Miscreance’s frontline, discharging a repertoire of spidery riffs, grinding gallops, and whammy-barred solos. Their symbolic sound patterns summon the inhuman fretboard gymnastics of proggy Death. Together, the members of Miscreance craft a more-than-worthy iteration of old-school technical death metal, with sharp, clean, and vibrant production. Reminiscence pays homage to a classic like Sadus’s A Vision of Misery (1992), and it can dance with a greenhorn like Tomb Mold’s The Enduring Spirit (2023).

It is the rhythm section, though, that supplies Miscreance with its star power. Often, the bass in technical (death) metal comes off as merely another melodic instrument, and Rossingnol certainly adds color at key moments (“Synaptic Corpse Dissection”). The real joys of Reminiscene, however, bloom when Rossingnol and Feltrin beat the listener over the head with primal rhythmic hooks. A recurring motif in “Oracle’s Rift” best exemplifies such wallopings. Feltrin’s accented drumrolls lock in with Rossingnol’s voluminous bass slaps, acting as a kind of non-melodic chorus for the song. The off-kilter yet movement-inducing interplay between the bass and drums forms the fabric of Reminiscence, tapping into the brain of a lizard with an advanced degree. With a little help from this feral fabric, the knotty guitar hooks stitched by Granauro and Cappelletti shine even more.

Fairly consistently, Reminiscence slays across its 38 minutes. Opener “Trait d’Union” maps a template of elements that reverberate throughout. Its tribal bongos set a primal tone that periodically pops up as the album soars through its technical journey. Additionally, the opener dons over the music deep voiceovers that, while a bit goofy, develop a sense of narrative trajectory. “Synaptic Cortex Dissection” stands as a mid-album high point—it culminates with some absolutely deranged, absolutely delightful guitar harmonies. The back half of Reminiscence keeps the momentum and quality high, even if some moments shout for breathing room (the bass groove in “Symbiosis,” the cosmic solo in “Zenith of a Dying Sun”). Pseudo-instrumental “Mirage” is a bangin’ closer, though, somehow upping the ante on an album living in the fast lane. Feltrin’s maniacal rasps amplify the unhinged volatility, recalling mid-career Chuck and Damian Herring’s harshes (Horrendous). I love how Feltrin barely sputters out all the lyrics as he screeches like an eagle. Still, more lyrical legibility would cement Reminiscence’s concept about ‘primordial extraterrestrials [that] have achieved total neural unity’ but are tempted by ‘innate wickedness.’3

As carpenters of thrashy, old-school technical death metal, Miscreance furnish a sophomore album that all but nails it. Propelled by an exciting bass/drum duo and rounded out by an equally imposing guitar pair, Reminiscence delivers everything fans of this genre are looking for, with verve. Miscreance could stand to be more unique, but they show signs of developing something singular in the future. Indeed, this Italian quintet has only just begun to discover its potential. One day, I look forward to reminiscing about Miscreance’s sophomore album as the band’s stepping-stone to the top of the death-thrash world.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Season of Mist
Websites: Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: August 28th, 2026

About once a year, I find a technical thrash album I utterly adore. 2023 graced me with Xoth, and 2024’s Dissimulator debut was my favorite album of the year. In 2025, the premiere thrash platter belongs to Warsaw, Poland’s Species. Unfairly or not, thrash is an oft-maligned genre accused of being unserious and trite or stale and stuck in the past. On Changelings, Species’ sophomore offering, the band nimbly threads the needle between paying homage to thrash’s heyday while shaping a fresh sound that’s enchanting yet familiar.

Changelings confidently walks the elusive path between influence and originality. From the opening moments of “Inspirit Creation,” Species treats listeners to hooks stretched taut between early Testament pluck (think “Burnt Offering”) and Countdown and Youthanasia-era Megadeth. It’s a curious combination, as The Legacy has a distinctly unpolished edge, while early-to-mid-90s Megadeth condenses the sheer technicality of Rust in Peace into glossy, efficient leads. Changelings takes the above reference points and channels the grit and chops of bands like Chemical Breath and Obliveon1 to economically distill its riffcraft into thrashy white lightning. The tight musicianship and melody-countermelody tandem of guitar and bass smack of Rush, Cynic, and Mekong Delta, but don’t let all the influences fool you. Species evokes these bands and others, but Changelings is no mere retread. The album glimmers with invention, where each track possesses its own devilishly charming character and mood.

Changelings by Species

Following in the footsteps of esteemed power trios like Rush and Coroner, Species exhibits an acumen for composing dense and exciting music that feels natural and organic. Though bursting with talent, no moment on Changelings serves to grandstand Species’ technical wizardry. Guitarist Michał Kępka wends his way through the album, unleashing snazzy flourishes and palm-muted muscle as songs demand. His licks are sharp and precise, yet Kępka imbues an improvisational aura to his axework that keeps the music alluringly unpredictable (“The Essence,” “Terror Unknown”). Bassist Piotr Drobina delights as he plays beside Kępka while laying down vocals. It’s an impressive feat, considering the ground he covers on the bottom end. From octave hopping (“Born of Stitch and Flesh”) to beefy bass power chords (“Inspirit Creation”), Drobina is the perfect complement to Kępka for Species’ give-and-take stringed approach. Meanwhile, Przemysław Hampelski provides the rhythmic foundation for the band. He’s not as overtly ostentatious as Peart or Hoglan, but Hampelski impresses throughout Changelings, from laying down the groove-laced intro of “The Essence” to the simmering timekeeping on “Born of Stitch and Flesh.” All told, Species constructs an intricate musical experience where distinct ideas meld together to navigate an undeniably engaging aural exploit.

In a year where thrash’s harvest produced scant high-quality yields, Species delivered a cash crop of bangers.2 Changelings’ magic stems from the band’s penchant to zag when I expect them to zig. Finding moments to subvert listeners’ expectations keeps momentum and interest high, such as when the musical tension builds to an assumed climax, only to break to an understated solo before lurching back into high-intensity fulfillment. Species dazzles in this space, ever on the prowl to sink their claws further into your sonic psyche. In an efficient forty minutes, Changelings carves out an undeniable and relevant voice in a genre plagued by criticisms of stagnation and lack of innovation. If you crave music with originality, brawn, and fun, Species is a mandatory destination in your 2025 tour of metal.

Tracks to Check Out: “Inspirit Creation,” “The Essence,” “Born of Stitch and Flesh,” “Biological Masterpiece”