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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

Coroner – Dissonance Theory Review

By Dolphin Whisperer

Whether it’s the mystifying hourglass of parenthood or a sudden collision of earth to brain, time erodes both in steady, unnoticeable stutters and blink-speed slides.1 I’m sure Coroner never quite planned to sit this long on new material, with its inception a decade ago sliding to present today in maturity. But after thirty-plus years, there’s little rush in releasing anything for the sake of the release itself. In thoughtful construction, a composed comeback will warrant discussion upon emergence and later on down the road. And with Dissonance Theory, both a foot in a deep thrash history and desire to explore a progressive sound, Coroner seeks to prove that a vital record can still exist under their storied name.

While the aged gap between albums presents as a hurdle to momentum, Coroner hasn’t been dormant leading up to Dissonance Theory, a healthy festival and gig routine since 2010 stoking their creative flame. And cornerstone guitarist Tommy Baron has remained engaged in studio management while weaving through extra-Coroner band activities over the years, like his brief stint with fellow thrash legends Kreator in the late ’90s2 or his more modern chug-a-lug with the alternative/industrial-laced 69 Chambers. Along this timeline, then, it makes sense that Dissonance Theory presents not as a widening of the take-it-or-leave-it Grin but as an exploration of how history has shaped their own interpretation of their sound. Lower-tuned tap ‘n’ go strides follow the splinter that spiraled dark groove machines like Nevermore and Morgana Lefay (“Consequence,” “Symmetry,” “Renewal”). Heavier anthemic numbers mirror the booming stadium feel of modern Kreator (“Sacrificial Lamb”), even verging on Lamb of God thrash-thuggery at its most simple (“Crisium Bound”). Many faces have worn Coroner over the years, but Coroner wearing them back reveals new wrinkles.

Yet Dissonance Theory hits what makes modern Coroner a force when layered guitar textures and screaming solos have space to warp and twist about dips into classic thrash breaks and screaming solos. Baron has always been an expressive guitarist. But in the long road since the Celtic Frosted days of RIP, he’s found a way both to whip the frenetic scramble of a pit-ready bridge into heroic fretboard gymnastics (“Consequence,” “Symmetry”) and drop jaws with melodic, bluesy tone-wailing (“Transparent Eye”). Likewise, jangling chords find resonant space and careful modulation in pocketed drum rhythms and steady, growling bass, showcasing the careful ear for harmony that Coroner has always endorsed (“The Law,” “Transparent Eye”). And though a couple tracks may use their space less effectively than others, finding a slight meandering in their joy of sound, Dissonance Theory breezes by in a veteran flex of songwriting maturity.

However, I take some issue with the ways in which the Bogren production job bolsters Coroner into the modern day. Again, part of what makes Coroner, well, Coroner is a vibrant guitar identity that twangs and twirls and cuts with buttery precision. And while a nasally compression still helps to define the chatter of Dissonance Theory’s most thrashing moments (“Consequence,” “Symmetry”), more weight finds a home in a thick and pulverizing rhythm tone. Ron Royce’s thick-stringed assault, naturally, finds a happy home with the lean into low-end emboldening, and that partnering with the muddier rhythm tone finds a unison richness on certain brooding runs (“Sacrificial Lamb” through “Symmetry”). Furthermore, new drummer Diego Rapacchietti finds a powerful march and kick clamor that creates a playful propulsion against bright, palm-muted runs (“Sacrificial Lamb,” “The Law”). Against the flat rhythm guitar characterization, alas, all of these production accents don’t always add up to song sections that feel distinct over the whole of the album.

Coroner’s influence continues to ripple through thrashy and deathly forms alike despite the current day being far removed from their initial declarations. But more importantly, Dissonance Theory proves that in 2025, Coroner has been paying attention to their progeny in order to shape a new face for the flock of hopefuls to follow. I don’t think Dissonance Theory carves quite as deep a notch as the Swiss stalwarts had hoped, though in its collective wisdom, it can be hard to put down. As first steps in a new direction, Dissonance Theory fills me with hope that a Coroner second coming will bear fruit at least once more with a greater level of determination.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Century Media Records | Bandcamp
Websites: coronerofficial.com | coronerofficial.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: October 17th, 2025

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