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Panopticon – Songs of Hiraeth [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]

I spent so long this summer submerged in Panopticon’s discography, once I came back up, I was overwhelmed…
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Panopticon – Songs of Hiraeth [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]

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I spent so long this summer submerged in Panopticon’s discography, once I came back up, I was overwhelmed by the amount of things I’d missed or needed to get a headstart on. Consequently, I didn’t spend a huge amount of time with Songs of Hiraeth when it first dropped; I listened, loved it, made a note to TYMHM it, and moved on. It was only as Autumn started to turn into Winter and the seasonal chill reminded me of not just my end-of-year writing obligations, but the snowy wildernesses of Northern America (and Northern Europe, where much of Songs of Hiraeth was conceived). I’m not necessarily suggesting that the shorter days and the colder temperatures made the music sound better—I spent a significant chunk of my ranking-preparation listening in the south of France, and it sounded excellent as always then. But in some way, mine, the environment’s, and the album’s auras aligned, and everything was set for Songs of Hiraeth to reach full power.

Comprised of songs composed between 2009 and 2011,1 the album is a window into a hidden alternate microcosm within Panopticon’s discography. But it’s one that lays bare seeds of growth that were carried on into the actual, later sound and spirit. Slow, dreamy, gazelike soundscapes (“The Road to Bergen,” “The White Mountain View,”), and syrupy, forlorn guitars shrouded in atmosphere (“A Letter,” “The Eulogy”), express the later music’s gentler, more often reflective aspect that plays as significant a role as the raw black metal.2 You can also see the gradual maturity in experimentation, with transitions between that folk-tinged softness and wintry fury more natural than on the debut, and Collapse, albeit still less ethereally perfect than they would become (“From Bergen to Jotunheimen,” “The White Mountain View”).

Songs Of Hiraeth by Panopticon

Possibly the most brilliant thing about Songs of Hiraeth, however, is that it gets better as it goes on.3 This is not to say that the earlier parts aren’t good—they are; the solemn, then triumphant atmo-black of “The White Mountain View” could compete with any later fan-favourite and is really lovely. But from the first tumbling rollovers of “The End is Drawing Near” onwards, something shifts. The blackened ardour goes from a hum to a storm, and the mournful melodies pitch into urgency (“The End is Drawing Near,” “A Letter”), before they cascade down with exquisite sadness (“A Letter,” “The Eulogy”). That bewitching liquidity to the reverb-soaked tremolos—which was present from Panopticon, and which only grew in sublimity over time—dominates these three final songs. In them–particularly closing duo “A Letter,” and “The Eulogy”—you can hear and feel the heart of their creator beating in the expressive, pleasantly audible drumwork, the transcendent soaring of the guitars, and the literal grief and pain in the lyrics he screams into the haze.

2025 has been the year of Panopticon for me, with a discography deep-dive, two albums, and a surprise EP that knocked me off my feet.4 This has only sharpened my perception of the music’s strange magic: although my mind knows, my body forgets between listening sessions, just how good it is. Songs of Hiraeth is not just a coincidental window into the past; it’s another immersive offering of vulnerability revealed at a very specific time—just as crucial as the harrowing Laurentian Blue—and it is, as everything Panopticon creates, fantastic.

Songs to Check Out: ”The White Mountain View,” “The End is Drawing Near,” “A Letter,” “The Eulogy”

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To be perfectly honest, I no longer recall when or how exactly I encountered Germany’s Dagdrøm for the first time. There’s a pretty good chance it was a Discordian recommendation, or I discovered it organically while sifting through Bandcamp’s new releases feed. Either way, their debut Schauder regularly circulates on my listening rotation. Weirdly, it received very little fanfare from the commenters or other arenas of metallic discourse that I frequent. It’s a shame, because Schauder remains one of the coolest melodic black metal albums released this year.

Unlike the traditional second wave stylings of Sarastus or the cosmic exuberance of Silent Millenia, Dagdrøm’s style is emotional, propelled by chunky post-metal riffs, and uplifted by hopeful atmosphere. That’s not to say Schauder is happy by any means. While its riffs are groovy and sophisticated and its melodies sparkling and brilliant, the overall tone of the record is one of deep yearning and of grieving. Without access to the lyrics, or any understanding of the German language, I possess very little ability to confirm this, but it’s crystal clear to me that Schauder is a deeply personal work fueled by a bleeding heart and a desperate soul.

Schauder by Dagdrøm

Schauder’s greatest strengths are balance and fluidity. In every aspect of its compositions, clever shifts in texture and tone follow the natural progression of human emotion as they move through phases of love, of pain, of grief, and of remembrance. I listen to highlights like opener proper “Ascheregen,” mid-album heartbreaking duo “Atme” and “Flüsse,” or blistering chills “Tagtraum” and “Freund,” and I revel in sublime transitions that bring ascendant tremolo melodies down to earth with caustic, crushing riffs and thrashing percussive rhythms, the next airy lead launching me back to the stratosphere in short order. These moments reprise themselves two or three times in many songs, but not without evolutionary developments or variations informed by the passages that led them there (see the spine-tingling harmonies introduced in the final moments sending “Flüsse” off). As a consequence of such intentional writing, Schauder flows through its expansive 50 minutes with striking ease and makes repeat spins an effortless endeavor.

Don’t let Schauder’s beauty and smoothness fool you, though. Bursting at the seams with killer riffs of varying approaches, aggressive tempos, and venomous screams, Dagdrøm’s debut is a beast with claws and teeth sharp enough to rend flesh from bone. Early bangers like “Ascheregen” and late album rippers “Ära” and “Kalte Fliesen” handily demonstrate this, reinforcing that a black metal band in touch with their emotions is just as menacing, if not more so, than the aloof, the cold, and the distant. Schauder is none of these things. It’s intimate, vulnerable, and expressive while still delivering energetic, raucous, and compelling songs. That makes it special.

If you are ever looking to recommend something to me, especially in the ashen realms of black metal, let this be your litmus. Dagdrøm may be new on the scene and they may eschew some of the classic melodic black metal tropes that made the genre a staple, but Schauder is not to be overlooked. You miss this, you miss out!

Tracks to Check Out: “Ascheregen,” “Atme,” “Flüsse,” “Kalte Fliesen”

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Clouds – Desprins [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]

Those of you who have been paying close attention may remember that Clouds’ 2021 album Despǎrțire was the…
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Clouds – Desprins [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]

By Thus Spoke

Those of you who have been paying close attention may remember that Clouds’ 2021 album Despǎrțire was the subject of my very first review here at AMG; a review that in my n00bish naïveté, I appended with a 4.5. I don’t regret it, but will admit the name Clouds had faded a little in my mind before a sudden and apparently unannounced drop of Desprins back in January caused all the sweet sadness to come flooding back. The distinctive shroud of flute-accented darkness fell instantly. At once I was transported back to that November evening I first listened to Clouds, gazing out of the train window at the blackness beyond.

Desprins is transportive not simply as a continuation of Clouds’ endless journey of despair, but as an extension of it. Heavier and simultaneously more reflective than Despǎrțire, it channels the group’s black, choked funeral doom through a spacious synth veil recalling their earliest material, but now more confidently and atmospherically woven. The duality between the heaviest and gentlest aspects—a tension Clouds have always experimented with—is sharpened. The grittiness of the metal, the plaintiveness of the singing, and airiness of the acoustic instruments are more stark, but in a way that balances the musical and emotional waves of tension and release. In a limbo of atmosphere, Daniel Neagoe tells us in solemn whispers what he elsewhere expresses with pained cries and guttural roars; heavy riffs lift and drums slip away at bar’s end for a piano to take the lead; quiet softly crescendoes back on the ascent of a flute: all flow and fade inevitably out of each other.

One could argue that the congruence of Desprins’ apparently disparate musical elements owes its existence to how straightforwardly, heartbreakingly beautiful the melodies thus forged are. Whether first announced by a flute (“Disguise”), a piano (“Unanswered”), synth (“Life Becomes Lifeless”) or a guitar (“Chain Me,” “Chasing Ghosts”), all players pull on the thread of the theme before long. The chasms that come from marrying guitar chords with flute (“Life Becomes Lifeless,” “Forge Another Nightmare”), and opening out to stripped-back synth and apathetic cleans, when you can hear every touch on the keys and feel the impact of every drumbeat, are profound musically and emotionally. These are the kinds of passages designed for wistful staring into the middle distance, whose pathos is so acute, it’s almost unfair. “Life Becomes Lifeless,” “Chain Me,” and the finale of “Chasing Ghosts” are especially potent. With a seemingly more sparse soundscape, they achieve what Shape of Despair do with a more grandiose one. I am, admittedly, a crybaby, but Clouds’ ability to bring me to tears in a more melancholic frame of mind is something I hold in high esteem.

Perhaps more so than before, Clouds’ latest incarnation is something that either really works for you or really doesn’t. I’m obviously in the former camp. Like other funeral doom acts, and analogously dolorous music, the portal of sadness they create is effective only insofar as it can pull its listener in. Desprins sees a doubling-down on everything that might make Clouds hard to listen to—the misery, the polarity between the crushing and uplifting—but its execution only makes this project more unique and more uniquely captivating.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Disguise,” “Life Becomes Lifeless,” “Forge Another Nightmare,” “Chasing Ghosts.”

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Citadel – Descension [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]

By Kenstrosity

2025 has been a banner year for the long form in my book. With such high-ranking triumphs from Tómarúm, An Abstract Illusion, and Flummox in rotation, you’d think there wouldn’t be any time left for another. Yet, New Jersey trio1 Citadel dropped the lush and dramatic Descension upon the Earth back in late March, and it’s never left my rotation since.

Descension is the kind of album that reminds me of many, but punches with a weighty impact matched by so few. Highly reminiscent of olde Opeth in terms of structure and scale, Citadel’s songwriting attacks like Carnosus and emotes like An Abstract Illusion. As a result, these seven tracks—the shortest of which clocks in at seven-and-a-half minutes—are packed with vicious riffs, brimming with weepy melodies, and bursting with explosive energy. Thankfully, primary songwriter Ameer Aljallad had the foresight to allow each of his sprawling excursions their soft side as well. Buttery transitions from crushing riff-fests to delicate dalliances afford Descension a tangible dimensional depth and an inviting character.

Easily one of the strongest songs released this year, “Sorrow of the Thousandth Death” explores and expounds upon Citadel’s many virtues. At a mind-boggling nine minutes and change, the ravenous progressive death charge this track propels summons a spine-rending surge of momentum with an uncanny ease. Instantly memorable just for this indelible moment, it continues to impress with a fantastic assortment of riff variations and evolutions that carry the weight of the track’s runtime as I would a feather on my shoulder—almost as if it wasn’t even there. Other highlights like “Crescent Dissentient” and “Downwards Ever” accomplish the same feat, but with their own voice. The former shadows the soundscape with a blackened char and a bellowing cello refrain, mixed with an Aquilus-esque piano étude in its midsection, that exhibits Citadel’s versatility as songwriters and performers. In the latter’s case, boisterous bass plucking, multilayered tremolo sweeps, and a brassy trumpet bring in a swaggering sass to the affair; not strong enough to upend what Descension constructed up to that point but certainly enough to give it a noticeable and delightful twist.

Even without these particularly vivid highlights singled out, Descension is still a significant triumph of mood and movement. Every passing minute immerses me further into the wondrous worlds Citadel conjure along this journey. Each song ties to the last and begets the next, but owes neither its loyalty or dependence. “Under the Primrose,” for example, sets itself apart with eerie cleans against bright, airy melodies, evoking visions not unlike those penned by Lewis Carrol in his writing. Even so, its placement at the center of the runtime serves a critical role not just to its own success as the lightest offering, but also to the success of its neighbors and of the whole. Thunderous closer “As One” does the same for the second half, resolving the proggy lilt of “A Shadow in the Mist” and the tumultuous drama of “Downwards Ever” in a crushing campaign of highly melodic riffs, howling rasps, and pummeling rhythms that only make sense as the final destination for everything that came before.

Rare is the record of this style and structure that captures my undivided attention back to front, but Citadel is an unqualified success on that front. Dramatic, emotive, and energetic, Descension is easily their best work, and will be incredibly difficult to follow up. But it’s far too early to worry about that. For now, sit back and enjoy ov deep Descension!

Tracks to Check Out: “Sorrow of the Thousandth Death,” “Crescent Dissentient,”” “Downwards Ever,” “As One”

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Choir – Smithe Thee Smoldering Providence [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Dear Hollow

Bring them tired ashes to the black waters and sing an anthem for the famine! Smithe Thee Smoldering Providence is blasphemy, a molten and silt-laden horror that saturates every negative space with noise, desolation, and punishment. It dirges and roars like the gods that you thought were benevolent and merciful – their faces lurid and nauseating when you looked upon them. Hallelujah, you will go mad. You will embrace your fate with arms outstretched and feet running until you sink. You will vomit and rejoice at the coming of ruin. You will praise your master. Choir preaches to this manic truth and gospel of filth, recalling the memory of a ritual buried deep in a book of death-bathed dark. As you are baptized in the muddy river, buried with Christ, and raised to walk in newness of life, open your eyes and look below and you’ll notice the abyss of the dead and rotting staring back.

Choir is a one-man act from Singapore consisting of musician/producer The Choir, offering extreme metal dredged in obscurity and violence. At once blending the pulverizing weight of death/doom, the raw hatred of black metal, and the cavernous echoes of death metal, crammed to the brim with misanthropic dissonance, dense atmospherics, and vicious noise, the act can be compared to the likes of Impetuous Ritual, Infernal Coil, Menace Ruine, and Primitive Man, but with an interpretation of pain all its own. While 2021’s first full-length Songs for a Tarnished World introduced this noise, its follow-up Smithe Thee Smoldering Providence hones it, Choir’s sound achieves relentless devastation and palpable purpose. And it’s a damn shame it was released so late in 2024.

Smithe Thee Smoldering Providence consists of two twenty-two-minute songs, but the tracklist breaks them into three and four movements respectively – one of the few mercies you will receive listening to Choir’s relentless onslaught. Like 2024’s boundary-pushing Ingurgitating Oblivion, Choir combines the outer limits of extreme metal. However, contrary to the elegance, technicality, and grace of Ontology of Nought, Choir molds the festering and rotten loams of lumbering weight, blackened chaos, and ruthless dissonance into a lethal clay, encased in the thick grime of murk. Emerging like many-eyed and many-limbed creatures emerging from the muddy river, movements will sear themselves into your ears from out of nowhere, such as the Mitochondrion-esque chugging riffs (“Bring Them… I,” “Bring Them… III,” “And Sing… IV”), dizzying brain-bleeds and complete disintegrations into noise and dissonance (“And Sing… III”), full-on blackened assaults buried beneath the garbling Portal-esque weight of mud (“And Sing… I”), and ambient sprawls with a rotten hum and bilious distortion trembling beneath (“Bring Them… II”). Gorgeous synth melodies are sparse and stand in stark contrast during capitalizations of crescendos (“And Sing… IV”). While nonetheless bathed in the blood of distortion, they add a distinctly human feel that somehow makes the album much more punishing by contrast while also providing a jagged light at the end of Choir’s pitch-black tunnel.

Choir has accomplished an insane feat, creating an experience that balances haunting hypnotism, primitive ritualism, and cutthroat punishment in its misanthropic blend of extreme styles. Simultaneously a thunderously colossal and lumbering beast and a hateful specter with teeth of lightning, Smithe Thee Smoldering Providence is a portrayal of divine smelt, god silt, and blasphemous murk. Molten and filthy, hypnotic and punishing, Choir is an easy triumph for year-end lists had it been released earlier.

Tracks to Check Out: “Bring Them Tired Ashes to the Black Waters,” “And Sing an Anthem for the Famine”

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Lowen – Do Not Go to War with the Demons of Mazandaran [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Kenstrosity

My biggest regret of 2024 when it comes to my metallic ingestions is missing Lowen’s incredible sophomore effort, Do Not Go to War with the Demons of Mazandaran. You may ask why I went so long without giving it a go, but if you look at its early October release date and the general state of life in my region at that time, you’ll understand. In another timeline, I would have spun Demons until it fell to dust in my hands, handily securing it a Top Five slot on my Top Ten(ish) of the year. It’s just that good.

This is my first time with Lowen, so I can’t speak to how Demons compares to their debut. But I can say one thing for certain: doom rarely feels as massive as this. Boasting a nasty guitar tone that I’d sooner expect from bands like Temple of Void or Hate Eternal, swaggering rhythms, mystical storytelling, and the omnipotent power pipes of lead vocalist Nina Saeidi, Lowen’s second tome commands my undivided attention. Supplemented by multilingual passages, tasteful strings supplied by guest cellist Arianna Mahsayeh, and a cavalcade of ten-ton riffs courtesy of lead guitarist Shem Lucas, Demons shines as an unqualified triumph the likes of which I’ve not heard since Fvneral Fvkk’s Carnal Confessions.

With Demons, Lowen’s singular songwriting and unique voice becomes the focus of their mission, and therein lies their greatest strength. Razor sharp hooks and multitudinous forking paths weave intricately between each and every one of Demons’ six acts, forming a richly detailed and deeply fascinating tapestry which evokes in equal measure an awestruck reverence and a debilitating sense of dread. In turn, listening to Demons equates to witnessing a cataclysmic armageddon so blinding in its terrible beauty as to hypnotize every synapse, siphoning my spirit and betrothing it unconditionally to Lowen. Devastating.

Lowen’s inspired performances imbue that otherworldly magic which propels Demons’ ascension to godhood. Nina plays no small part in this. Piercing through all defenses from the first note of “Corruption on Earth” and razing all before her with the brassy clarity of her siren call, Nina proves her absolute mastery of the vocal instrument (“Waging War Against God,” “The Seed that Dreamed of its Own Creation”). Shem’s ever-shifting, jagged riffs routinely challenge the boundary between doom metal and death metal, providing a palpable sense of danger to the affair (“Corruption on Earth,” “May Your Ghost Drink Pure Water”). Session drummer Cal Constantine grounds and pounds in concert with Shem’s destructive guitars, relentlessly pummeling the pocket at every opportunity and maximizing impact with every passing minute (“Najang Bah Divhayeh Mazandaran,” “Ghazal for the Embrace of Fire”). Arianna’s delicate cello may not feature often, but when it does you take notice of its unique beauty, proffering a lulling contrast to the sheer heft of Demons’ core sound (“May Your Ghost Drink Pure Water”).

By all accounts, I should not have missed Lowen’s Do Not Go to War with the Demons of Mazandaran. It feels criminal to have left it out of rotation for so long.1 Shame floods my heart and regret saturates my mind. For now that I’ve experienced Demons in all its glory, I can only wonder with great incredulity how Lowen follow this up. One thing’s for sure, I’ll be waiting for it with bated breath.

Tracks to Check Out: “Corruption on Earth,” “Najang Bah Divhayeh Mazandaran” “Waging War Against God,” “May Your Ghost Drink Pure Water”

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EP/Split/Single Roundup of 2024, Part 2

By Mystikus Hugebeard

Are you one of many who never listen to EPs? Or splits? Or any other kind of short-form release? It’s a tricky realm to enter, honestly. The EP, for many, represents a maligned category of pieces too short to be satisfying from bands we love. Or, in other cases, too crapshoot an endeavor for a band to step outside their bread ‘n’ butter to play with synths and non-metal and other things that don’t involve motorbikes, swords, or battle. Worse, in modern times, an ‘EP’ designation on streaming services could be a collection of singles from an upcoming work—a ploy to stay on new release radars and playlists.

Thankfully, we here at AMG have a knack for finding the things you should listen to. No, sorry Cassandra,1 that does not mean that I listened to AVOWD yet. And, no random commenter #457, we did not listen to that raw black demo or post-polkacore release with one supporter on Bandcamp or that split that your friend was on or any of the other things you will suggest in the comments section below. That is your home though, so suggest away! In fact, we have the word split in the title, but all of us were too busy building our top 10s or writing reviews2 to cover the tasty Atvm / Diskord jam or the slammin’ Matriphagy / Wretched Inferno morsel or the skramzy Massa Nera / Quiet Fear piece—we snagged a couple splits! Though no one covered Cypherium‘s jazzy and brooding monstrous single, either—what gives? Well, in any case, we did cover the below releases, so enjoy what we have to offer. In this world where shorter form releases can be more economically viable for these underground acts that we cherish, maybe we should pay more attention throughout the year—two pieces at the end just isn’t enough!

And big thanks to my buddy Mystikus Hugebeard for assisting in wrangling these blurbs and carrying the massive weight of the heavy metal underground on the shelf that is his amazingly chiseled and massive shoulders. Check part 1 if you missed it. – Dolph

Underneath // It Exists Between Us – Riding on the coattails of the ambitious and punishing From the Gut of Gaia earlier this year, Pittsburgh quintet Underneath trims the fat into a lean, mean, killing machine humming on gears of deathcore, beatdown, and grind. It Exists Between Us is a distinct release from its predecessor because it leans into grind while still maintaining the act’s signature dissonance and organicity. Ferocity is the name of the game, riffs pummeling with swagger and gusto (“Habsburg Jaw,” “It Exists Between Us”), deathcore chugs dragging listeners to the pits (“Finishing Reconstruction,” “It Dies Within Us”), unhinged attacks executed through obscene tempos (“Absurdist,” “A Gun the Size of a Building”), and ominous and blessedly short bursts of noise and ambiance and samples (“Democratic Peace Theory,” the conclusion of “Finishing Reconstruction”). Vocals bounce between hardcore fries and death growls with reckless abandon, while the drums’ organic and snappy tone commands the brig with ferocity. It’s not all mindless in its experimental elements, but they sure as hell will not give up kicking your teeth in. For those who did not like Knocked Loose this year, Underneath is a pretty suitable substitute. – Dear Hollow

Synestia & Disembodied Tyrant (Collaboration) // The Poetic Edda – Look, I get that everyone and their deathcore dog have wanted to be Lorna Shore since like 2021, and some have succeeded (A Wake in Providence) and many have failed (The Sign of the Swarm, Worm Shepherd). In essence, the deathcore collaboration between Minnesota/Finland duo Synestia and Missouri-based solo project Disembodied Tyrant is Will Ramos-core, but it succeeds in being so much more than that. Classical arrangements, orchestra, choirs, and organs belie the curb-stomping punishment underneath, with breakneck tempos, shifting rhythms, adding a sense of urgency atop the slight blackened frigidity. While “Death Empress” and “I, the Devourer” execute excellent symphonic deathcore in their own right, the title track rips the brutality into a whole ‘nother mythology, thanks to the crescendo that ends with the devastating guest appearance of Shadow of Intent’s Ben Duerr. This songwriting carries over into the punishing closer “Winter,” as startling heaviness and clever uses of tempos give it a likewise backbreaking blend of mammoth and breakneck. The Poetic Edda is deathcore that follows the trends, but it’s a better-than-usual breed indeed. – Dear Hollow

Olde Throne & Paisaunt (Split) // Cearwylm & Misneachd – This split sees New Zealand’s Olde Throne team up with their former bandmate, Zannibal (also ex-Marrasmieli), in his guise as Paisaunt, to deliver a tantalizing sliver of raw, medieval black metal, with heavy folk influences. Paisaunt occupies the first half of the split, majoring in stripped-back, very lo-fi battery. He shifts between something that could easily be an early demo for Spectral Lore-side project Mystras (“Cearwylm”), screaming, screeching, yet eerily melodic, black metal, like Ancient Mastery played through a 90s games console (“Killicrankie,” a cover from Olde Throne’s very good In the Land of Ghosts), and something completely different. The something completely different is the highlight of the whole split: “Bjørgvin” sees all percussion ditched, leaving only picked guitars, mountains of distortion and croaking vocals to create something truly haunting and curiously beautiful. On their half, Olde Throne carry on from where they left off on In the Land of Ghosts, delivering folk-infused, harsh fare, with Harrison McKenzie’s razor-wire shrieks leading the charge. Their frenzied cover of Paisaunt’s “Nigh is Time,” amps up the folk instruments to great effect, while percussion-free folk ditty “Causantín mac Áeda,” ditches all vocals save for sparse female cleans that add an ethereal note to it. – Carcharodon

Daxma // There Will Come Tomorrow – Daxma’s Ruins upon Ruins, which was my first ever TYMHM here,3 was a starkly beautiful slab of post-doom and, since discovering it, I’ve been a bit of a Daxma fanboi. There Will Come Tomorrow is probably closer in tone to Ruins, than their last LP, Unmarked Boxes. Almost entirely instrumental, there is so much space on There Will Come Tomorrow, that it feels like you’re wandering across a vast desert beneath the stars. It’s not empty though, Jessica T.’s violin laps around you like the wind, while Isaac R. and Forrest H.’s guitars rise and swell like towering dunes. The drumming (Thomas I.) fades in and out, only shifting out of first gear occasionally, like on “Wings to Andromeda,” the back end of which raises the tempo and intensity as if a sandstorm is blowing in. The only vocals are the harmonized cleans (Isaac and Jessica) in the background of “Tower of Silence,” which, with the keys, give the closer an air of resigned finality. This stands at odds with the rest of the EP, which gives off a faint sense of hope and light, set against brooding skies. – Carcharodon

New Money // Dinero Nuevo – Groove is in the eye of the beholder, as the saying goes, and New Money has arrested my booty-shakin gaze with their debut EP, Dinero Nuevo. But despite their moniker of inexperience, both Christian Bonnesen (LLNN) and Niclas Sauffaus (Elitest) have grown from their underground grindcore Piss Vortex roots to reunite again in New Money, an amalgamation of furious Danish hardcore colliding with Meshuggah-toned noise rock groove. The steady lockstep of syncopating kick and fuzzed-out bass stomps maintains a pace through these seventeen minutes as if all eight tracks were one long, twanged-out head-bobber. In its perpetual stew of slinky shuffles and amp-shaking breakdowns, New Money finds standout moments in extra bass-loaded pit-churners (“Nithing Pole (Olé Olé),” “Performancer”), Pronged assaults on sanity (“Perpetual Stew,” “Hamleb”), and a fitting Doug Moore (Pyrrhon, Weeping Sores) guest spot that waves heavy the modern KEN mode flag. I’m not a bettin’ man, but I’d venture to say New Money is on the verge of wrecking necks with a grand scheme on a horizon rapidly approaching. Listen thrice and then some. It pays. – Dolphin Whisperer

PISSSHITTER // Human Toilet Garbage Piss – Just about every day the crowded halls of Bandcamp new releases brings forth untold potential for nuggets of enjoyment. At the same time, the pipeline finds clog in the warped bolus of meme-addled, sub-demo quality bedroom trash. However, at this intersection of flowing sound and crumpled talent, certain expressions, particularly those of the lower-brow kind like goregrind and slam, can find a smooth enough contraction to pass to those who need it. And, last January when Human Toilet Garbage Piss emerged, I needed it. This January again, I need it. After the extended push of list season, every writer needs to decompress in some way. For me, the constant toilet-sloshing gurgle, the incessant chromatic chuggery, and the programmed peristaltic rhythms that adorn the fifteen-minute filth that PISSSHITTER has chewed and churned brings an untold level of thought-free joy. And particularly in a short release, that’s all anyone really needs. Sometimes you piss, sometimes you shit.4 – Dolphin Whisperer

Velothian // Path of the Incarnate – Epic black metal can be a difficult thing to pull off, but that hasn’t stopped Velothian from debuting with one of the coolest pieces of epic black metal I’ve heard in a long while, Path of the Incarnate. It’s mid-tempo, highly accessible black metal with big chords, big melodies, and a shockingly pleasant, clean mix that breathes life into the layers of Velothian’s atmosphere. Just shy of 30 minutes spread across five songs, the Morrowind-inspired Path of the Incarnate explores an impossibly wide array of moods and tones, from the solemn determination of “Outlander” to the lonesome riffs and mournful wails of the lead guitars of “The Mire.” The slower pace, solid riffs, and focus on atmosphere both highlights and strengthens the music’s moodiness, and the brief moments of blistering aggression land all the stronger for their infrequence. This is a genuine musical journey that envelops and becomes you; the atmospheric layers and expansive melodies may speak of far-off mountains and slumbering gods, but the intimacy within the riffs of songs like “Outlander,” “Eye of Night,” and “Nomadic” grounds the music in a very tactile way—an epic journey this may be, but one that respects the ground you must tread to arrive at journey’s end. Fine by me, but Dagoth-Ur better have some sick loot. – Mystikus Hugebeard

Sedimentum // Derrière les Portes d’une Arcane Transcendante – With a third logo and sporting artwork looking like it was pulled from a forgotten ’90s Finnish death release, Sedimentum announce another subtle change in sound. Derrière les Portes d’une Arcane Transcendante replaces the anvil-heaving crush of their debut with a much slimier, grease-coated presentation. Drenched in vintage-sounding synths, the mood of “Vilénie” channels a ghastly, creeping abomination crawling out of your speakers, leaving ectoplasm and filth wherever its tendrils touch. But fret not, Sedimentum still know how to bring the pain, with monstrous chugging sections in “Le labyrinthe sempiternel” and “Inhumation céleste (Au carillon mordoré)” invoking the Incantation and worshiping at the Malignant Altar without sacrificing an ounce of the sinister atmosphere. Some might miss the teeth-to-powder assault of previous releases, but if Derrière les Portes d’une Arcane Transcendante is a signal for the future of Sedimentum, we might be in for a grotesque horror indeed. – Alekhines Gun

#2024 #BlackMetal #BlackenedFolkMetal #BlogPost #BrutalDeathMetal #CearwylmMisneachd #Daxma #DeathMetal #Deathcore #DerrièreLesPortesDUneArcaneTranscendante #DineroNuevo #DisembodiedTyrant #DoomMetal #epicBlackMetal #Goregrind #Hardcore #HumanToiletGarbagePiss #ItExistsBetweenUs #Mathcore #NewMoney #OldThrone #Paisaunt #PathOfTheIncarnate #PISSSHITTER #PostMetal #Sedimentum #Slam #SymphonicDeathcore #Synestia #ThePoeticEdda #ThereWillComeTomorrow #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #Underneath #Velothian

Dear Hollow’s Mathcore Madness [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Dear Hollow

The equation above is AMG’s freakishly rigid and completely objective algorithm for scoring albums and determining quality. We incorporate statistics and abstract algebra, which I understand are very complicated maths, in order to get you the highest quality extreme music this side of the Hudson or Atlantic or Yangtze or wherever the hell you are. The trouble is, you bastards don’t listen to math (i.e. “hurr durr, Wilderun is so much better than this shit.”).1 So I listen to math because I’m a contributing citizen and patriot – I listen to mathcore for you. I wade through the cesspools of skronk and sass – RYM and Reddit – for the best of the best. I do it for the, like, three of you who dig it and the, like, eight billion of you who tell teens to turn it off before shuffling back inside for a bowl of Great Grains. What I do is super mathematical so you know it’s super serious. Mathcore is about as unlistenable and scathing as it is a total sellout – so you can offend nearly everyone who hears it. Random rhythms, migraine-inducing tempo shifts, painful squeals, no sense of melody or counting, vocals a la cheese grater to the throat – it’s skronk. So enjoy my bounties, you three. The rest of you can fuck right off.

Commence panic chords!!

Better Lovers // Highly Irresponsible – Last year’s barnstormer debut EP God Made Me an Animal set one hell of a precedent for Buffalo’s Better Lovers, and their debut full-length does not disappoint. Yes, it’s a revenge album against Keith Buckley’s lesser rival project Many Eyes, but Highly Irresponsible is soooo much more than petty Every Time I Die drama. Amplifying every facet of their sound, you get more manic barks and charismatic croons from legendary former The Dillinger Escape Plan vocalist Greg Puciato, more chunky riffage from Fit for an Autopsy’s Will Putney, and more of a southern fried good time from three-fifths of the defunct-and-dramatic Every Time I Die.2 While unafraid to embrace hooky rock sensibilities (“Deliver Us from Life,” “At), the punky, bluesy, and sleazy all-out assaults of tempo-abusing insanity (“A White Horse Covered in Blood,” “Love As An Act of Rebellion”) collide with fret-squealing riff fests of the highest caliber (“Lie Between the Lines,” “Future Myopia”) in an insanely catchy, dynamic, stupid heavy, and stupid fun album with legendary status awaiting.

Frontierer // The Skull Burned Wearing Hell Like a Life Vest As the Night Wept – Look, I get that it’s a thirteen-minute EP released super late 2024, but, c’mon, it’s fucking Frontierer. Somehow seeming more punishing than usual across its four tracks, thick-ass slogs hit like sledgehammers to the temple – translating well across its more frantic moments and slower menace – while rhythms attack with the ferocity and doomed inevitability of a swarm of locusts and vocalist Chad Kapper spits blood, vitriol, and insanity into the mic. Channeling the glacial suffocation that coursed through Oxidized, it doesn’t matter if the tempo is more upbeat and energetic (“As the Night Wept”) or if it’s content sludging in its own muck (“Wearing Hell”), or indulging in both (“The Skull Burned”), the vibrant dissonance swirls in dizzyingly mechanical intensity and the down-tuned riffs smother with ruthless arrhythmic beatdown chugs. While comparable to Ion Dissonance, Car Bomb, and this year’s Weston Super Maim in emphasis on down-tuned mathcore punishment, Frontierer remains one of the genre frontrunners and trendsetters by a significant margin – in a short thirteen minutes.

The God Awful Truth // All That Dark & All That Cold – Denton, Texas’ The God Awful Truth is likely everything love or hate about mathcore. Dissonance spilling sloppily across its shaky breakdowns, deathcore gut-punches, vocal attacks as insane as the squawking panic chords that paint the background like Jackson Pollock on too much crack, and rhythms jolting about like a toddler on a go-cart. Alongside these traditional The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza-isms (“Hail Paimon,” “Street Rat”), there is a lighthearted banter guided by vocalist Jordan LaFerney’s cowboy vocals and resulting poppy rhythms, punky tempos, and loose grind-esque composition (“Symbology,” “Slicked Back,” “Bad Tooth”), though the menacing still manages to punch through when least expected (“The Rainmaker,” “Omelette du Fromage”). It’s brutal whiplash of an album, not a semblance of traditional melody to be found, with deathcore breakdowns acting more as the punchline of a song-long joke. You’ll get a headache, but you’ll have fun along the way.

meth. / See You Next Tuesday // Asymmetrics – Mathcore and noisecore have a lot in common, namely unlistenable blasting. Your favorite Michigan deathcore/mathcore darlings See You Next Tuesday teams up with Chicago noisemongers meth. for Asymmetrics, more a collaborative experiment than a split. Each band records three songs, then shares only the drum tracks with the other, who records another song over that drum track. Toss in guest spots from The Red Chord’s Guy Kozowyk and Memphis-based sludgecore act Nights Like These, and all elements practically topple under Asymmetrics’ blazing intensity and immense weight. CUNT’s influence in relentless blasters (“The First Steps of Suffering,” “Syntax Error”) and blasting deathcore chug-and-squeal-fests (“Breaking Under the Weight of the Heaviest Burden,” “Tomb of Woe”) collide with meth.’s more ominous slow burns (“Succumb,” “Guest,” “Willing Participant”) in a surprisingly well-rounded package, all wrapped up in a tidy – and fuckin’ noisy – twenty-seven minutes. It’s the best of both worlds!

Utopia // Shame – A breed of technical metal recalling the fretboard-frying abilities of The Human Abstract or Scale the Summit, this UK-based group (including prolific bassist Arran McSporran of Virvum) balances a jazzy warmth and lush atmosphere to balance out the Dillinger rhythmic attack and Psyopus-inspired shredding, made further vicious by vocalist Chris Reese’s attack of frantic fries, manic shrieks, and ghastly roars. From intense attacks of intensity and brutality (“Shame,” “Social Contracts”), wonkier exposes of dissonant motifs and jagged rhythms (“Never Argue With an Idiot,” “The Gift of Failure”), and lush vistas of warm fretless bass and jazzy chords (“Sun Damage,” “Zither,” “Moving Gently Towards the Grave”), the dark themes of shame and morbidity are offset by a truly transcendent atmosphere that ties Shame together into something beyond mathcore.

Missouri Executive Order 44 // Salt Sermon – Absolutely unhinged mathgrind with a religious theme both belying and echoing their LDS missionary aesthetic (short-sleeved white button-ups, ties, shorts, and bicycle helmets) and ominous black masks, anonymous Independence collective Missouri Executive Order 44 approaches a morbid history of religious intolerance with the goal of utter annihilation. Cramming eleven songs into a mere sixteen minutes like blasters Sectioned or Fawn Limbs, you can expect it to hit hard and fast, complete with unhinged mathy meltdowns that spill across the face of concrete rhythm, meatheaded powerviolence chugs (“Christian Pornography,” “They Built a Bass Pro Shop in Our Zion”), surprisingly groovy riffs (“The Unbuckling,” “Seven is a Holy Number”), tied together with vocalist Jarom’s cult leader shrieks and sinner wails, alongside wickedly distorted Mormon spoken word and gospel samples. Posing no stance of their own aside from the dethroning of tyranny, Salt Sermon stands with all its tragedy and iconoclasm, both utterly devastating and utterly enticing.

Shiverboard // Hacksaw Morissette – Aside from the silly genius of the album name, New York’s Shiverboard eludes easy definition. Most consistently planted in grind, art-punk, screamo, and mathcore sensibilities, Hacksaw Morissette deals with fifteen tracks that feel like a shotgun blast. Punk is a common thread coursed through this tapestry of asininity, ranging from Sex Pistols-with-animalistic-snarls (“All Black Snoopy,” “Stain Remover”), complete collapses into noisecore (“Cryptic Bismuth,” “Chastity Jeans”), over-the-top deathcore blares (“Chainsaw Fruit Punch,” “Angelina Shit Ton”), math rock and Midwest emo musings straight outta Delta Sleep or American Football (title track, “Drug Test,” “The Garbage Stork,” “Vitamins of Darkness”), and complete grind and mathcore meltdowns (“If I Can’t Have Love I Want Power,” “Torrential Drencher”) – there’s something for everyone aboard Hacksaw Morissette. With just enough dynamic to keep things interesting but not too much experimentation to throw listeners (thanks to the tasteful brevity), Shiverboard could stand to throw some more my way.

Traveller // Broken Home – Sometimes bumping mathcore is just an excuse to include djent, and Germany’s Traveller falls into this category. Utilizing Erra’s Impulse-era formula, Architects’ melodic sensibilities, a touch of Northlane’s ethereal moments, and a DIY grit whose “loud and ouchy” weight is sure to be divisive. Guided by ferocious roars, sporadic cleans, and “thicc thiccly” breakdowns galore it often emulates that mid-2000s metalcore that recalls a djentier Feed Her to the Sharks (“Never Cared (2002),” “Mismatch,” “Limbo”). Other times, it incorporates a groove and technicality that recalls the shenanigans of last year’s MouthBreather, making it a curb-stomping affair with an edge of the menacing melodies and ethereal keys (“Acheron,” “Orpheus”). Traveller is more djent and less mathcore, sure, but (1) you’re getting a lot more with Broken Home and (2) that’s why it’s at the end of this list.

#2024 #AllThatDarkAllThatCold #AmericanFootball #Architects #BetterLovers #BrokenHome #DeltaSleep #Djent #Erra #EveryTimeIDie #FawnLimbs #FeedHerToTheSharks #FitForAnAutopsy #Frontierer #Grindcore #HacksawMorissette #HardcorePunk #HighlyIrresponsible #ManyEyes #Mathcore #Meth_ #MissouriExecutiveOrder44 #Mouthbreather #NightsLikeThese #Noisecore #Northlane #Psyopus #Punk #SaltSermon #ScaleTheSummit #Screamo #Sectioned #SeeYouNextTuesday #SexPistols #Shame #Shiverboard #TheDillingerEscapePlan #TheGodAwfulTruth #TheHumanAbstract #TheRedChord #TheSkullBurnedWearingHellLikeALifeVestAsTheSkyWept #TheTonyDanzaTapdanceExtravaganza #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #Traveller #TYMHM #Utopia #Virvum #Wilderun

Grendel’s Sÿster – Katabasis into the Abaton [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Angry Metal Guy

Grendel’s Sÿster’s Katabasis into the Abaton (out August 30th, 2024 from Sur Del Cruz Music [Bandcamp]) caught me off guard. Unlike other members of the Angry Metal Guy staff—such as the venerable, self-aware ape suit they call Druhm who’s just one death away from actually running this show if anything should happen to me—I am not a sucker for just anything that sounds old. Such things do not remind me of my wasted youth, and thus do not earn nostalgia points.1 I was, therefore, thoroughly surprised that, upon listening to Grendel’s Sÿster vicariously through an ill-fated n00b review, I fucking loved it. Billed as “epic metal”—a sound that ranges between “Man do we love Bathory” and, apparently, Grendel’s Sÿster—this German four-piece drops metal that reeks of patchouli and “Atomkraft? Nein, Danke!” to surprising effect. The core of Grendel’s Sÿster’s sound is the combination of fuzzy guitars, bubbly p-bass, and boxy drums into something that will undoubtedly call to mind the ’70s hard rock of your choice: Wishbone Ash, Jethro Tull, Thin Lizzy or nostalgia merchants like Gygax. You know the comps; blend guitar-driven rock with folksy vibes and you have Grendel’s Sÿster nailed down (pretty much).

What differentiates Grendel’s Sÿster from other nostalgiacore acts is twofold: first, unusually catchy hooks (“The Plight of the Sorcerer,” both the start-and-stop intro riff and the gorgeous outro or “Rose Arbor” in its classic gallop and simple melody), and second—and more importantly—is vocalist Caro’s unique voice and delivery. Rather than sounding like a classic metal vocalist, Caro’s approach feels like punk. This punky feel results from her unaffected—that is, forceful and clean with no vibrato—delivery, where she sometimes seems like she’s almost barking melodies in a clear Oxford-via-Stuttgart accent in English. Over catchy, short, and energetic songs, Caro gives Grendel’s Sÿster an edge that vocally evokes X-Ray Spex or Elastica and—when mixed with the folky tendencies in songs like the aforementioned “Rose Arbor”—Flogging Molly. Caro navigates folk (“Golden Key [Won’t Fit]”), metalesque vocal choirs (“Night Owl’s Beak”), and something more dour and ominous (“The Fire That Lights Itself”) with aplomb. But she is at her best when giving unexpected attitude over Grand Magus riffs (“Cosmogeny”).

Katabasis into the Abaton taken as a whole combines energetic performances with unique writing—and an old-school, live feel that works for some, but won’t work for others—but that got under my skin almost immediately. Crazily, I’ve been back to this album repeatedly and can’t seem to quit it. Check the Bandcamp and you’ll get both a German and English version. I can’t decide which I like better, but I do like this record a lot but can’t be trusted to write TYMHMs anymore. This is at least a very good record by my reckoning and should appeal to both folk metal dorks and classic rock/metal retrodorks.2 Give Grendel’s Sÿster its due, this is a damned fine debut album.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Cosmogeny,” “The Plight of the Sorcerer,” “The Fire That Lights Itself” – but really, there isn’t a weak track on here.

#2024 #Aug24 #CruzDelSurMusic #Elastica #FloggingMolly #GrandMagus #GrendelSSÿster #Gygax #HeavyMetal #JethroTull #KatabasisIntoTheAbaton #ThinLizzy #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TradMetal #WishboneAsh #XRaySpex

EP / Split / Single Roundup of 2024, Part 1

By Mystikus Hugebeard

In case you’re asking yourself “Where did El Cuervo go and why has he been replaced by a handsome, bearded wizard who is also ripped and buff?” rest assured that all is well with the original EP wrangler. In what could only be described as a Christmas miracle, he has passed the privilege of organizing AMG’s yearly EP post unto myself and Dolphin WhisEPerer so that he might finally have the time to catch up on reading all the comments on his Opeth review. Let it be known that we treat this gravest of responsibilities with the utmost respect.

But enough faffing about, the most important thing is this cornucopia of EP’s, splits, singles, and demos we’ve arranged for you. Shorter-form releases like these are the patron saint of hidden gems. Rarely do they fall in the same hype cycle typically reserved for LP’s, so once a year we like to pay our respects to the oft-overlooked, unsung heroes of our metal community. They provide a necessary space for both fledgling and established bands to experiment with wild ideas that might not sustain a full release, or they can be a great outlet for bands to focus on their strongest material without weaker songs diluting the overall experience. Come, rejoice! Take a well-deserved break from the exhausting bloat of boring, regular albums, and bask in the majesty of the tighter focus and accessibility of short-form release with your bearded pal, Mystikus Hugebeard!

Make sure to return for Part II so that our Dolphin may Whisper1 to you of a whole new collection of releases!

Lathe // Hillclimber – Lathe are what you get when you mix the pedal steel and blues of country music with the atmosphere, weight and build-ups of post-metal. Hillclimber is written for a new lineup, adding an additional guitarist and a bassist, and it shows in the added density of their sound. As with their previous work, Hillclimber builds as it goes. “Weave” provides an almost spacey opening with a simple, twangy guitar melody and pedal steel embellishment. By “Blood,” trem-picked pedal steel, pounding drums and big riffs trade places with amp noise. Hillclimber isn’t revolutionary, hewing close stylistically to the post-ier, less dancy or rocky side of Tongue of Silver. But the riffs are big, the melodies pretty, and the atmosphere dense, and it says promising things about the new lineup. – Sentynel

Mammoth Grinder // Undying Spectral Resonance – Ever since the early 2010s Entombedcore wave fizzled out, I’ve longed for a band to revive that sound. With Undying Spectral Resonance, Mammoth Grinder seem to have answered the call. The band’s punky take on Swedeath has long offered Power Trip drummer Chris Ulsh a brawny way to flex his guitar and vocal abilities, but I never expected him to break Mammoth Grinder’s recording silence with something this heavy. Throughout most of these 14 minutes, Ulsh offers a hoarse roar that’s monstrous, a guitar tone that could crush boulders, and riffs that are downright punishing. “Corpse of Divinant” plows forward on muscular grooves that will have your inner hardcore kiddo dripping with arousal, while “Obsessed with Death” closes out the EP with a D-beating for the ages. Plopping an atmospheric synth interlude in the middle of a five-song tracklist was an odd choice, but at least it makes the midpaced lurch of “Decrease the Peace” sound even more massive. Let’s just hope we get more from these guys sooner rather than later. – Mark Z.

Glassbone // Deaf to Suffering – Frens of the blog know that I love me some good slam. The harder it hammers, the better. And while there were several tectonic options released this year, none hit the way latecomer EP Deaf to Suffering has. Courtesy of French buzzsaw hardcore/slam brutalists Glassbone, Deaf to Suffering springs into action with the absolutely devastating “Post Mortem Declaration” and doesn’t let up for nearly twenty minutes of high-octane, hook-laden, filthy slam. Highlight “In Your Guts” sends me into a feral state with rabid riffs that are as lethal as the disease itself. “Sanctified By the Blade” transforms my body into this musclebound mass of testosterone mountainous enough to flatten entire plots of sequoia trees. The title track even brings a certain old-school death vitriol, characterized best by a classic sounding solo, that adds substantial dynamics to Glassbone’s slam-based concoction. Every song offers its own voice while still maintaining the status quo of total demolition, and yet it feels like Deaf to Suffering elevates the slamscape past the norm and into the extraordinary. –TheKenWord

Counterparts // Heaven Let Them Die – Counterparts is renowned for their confrontational and vulnerable take on melodic hardcore and notable contributions to metalcore. Heaven Let Them Die is the Canadians’ heaviest release by far, delivering the weight of its title in its clear influence from vocalist Brendan Murphy’s time in caustic hardcore act End. With crushing riffs and breakdowns ripped at vicious speed, vocals spit with vitriol and venom, there’s a distinct weight, both aurally and existentially, that gives Heaven Let Them Die its power. From its reverb-laden plods that let the haunting leads guide the blastbeat-inclusive fury (“A Martyr Left Alive,” “Praise No Artery Intact”), to all-out assaults that abuse tempos with their punishing heft (“With Loving Arms Disfigured,” “No Lamb Was Lost”), it’s hard to believe that this is the same group that released You’re Not You Anymore or A Eulogy For Those Still Here. Punishing, vitriolic, and existentially weighty, Counterparts embarks on unforeseen journeys of blasphemy and pain. Closer “Heaven Let Them Die” exemplifies this act’s strengths, tying up the common lyrical motif screamed with throat-shredding intensity, that you’ll be howling for days: “HEAVEN… LET THEM… DIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!” – Dear Hollow

夢遊病者 (Sleepwalker) // Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum2 – The last outing by Russian/Japanese/American experimental, avant-garde, blackened noise outfit 夢遊病者, Noč Na Krayu Sveta, was my favorite EP of 2021. This year’s Delirium Pathomutageno Adductum is, if anything, even more unhinged. Like stepping into one of those nightmares that you don’t initially realise is a nightmare, parts of DPA are strangely soothing and delicate, wrapping you in lullaby-like melodies. But then, sometimes without you even noticing at first, warped melodies weave their way into the mix, before distorted, blackened vocals creep in, even as half-heard blast beats start to pound in the background. Shifting through their chameleonic palette, 夢遊病者 deploy bouzouki, uke, vibraphone, church organ and more, alongside more standard instrumentation, to create soundscapes worthy of the title Delirium. Tracked across three continents, this doubtless adds to the disconcerting sense of dizzying vertigo that infuses much of the EP, furthered by contributions from various gospel, Americana, and jazz guests. If you’re looking for a really weird night in, check this out, especially the closing duo of “Telepath Transport Wing” and “Aurum Iris Loop.” – Carcharodon

Entheos // An End to Everything – As Entheos continues to move into waters with increased breaks into clean, melodic refrains as peak points—a step first taken with 2023’s Time Will Take Us All—a continued adherence to their riff-led, groove-centered brand of techy death metal remains vital to their impact. Chunky riff after chunky riff after chunky riff hits first and repeatedly allows An End to Everything to crackle as the leanest both in length and pit-stirring effect of any Entheos album since 2016’s The Infinite Nothing. But more than just offering slinky slide-to-triplet rushes (“And End to Everything”) or snaking staccato beatings (“Life in Slow Motion”), Entheos offers throat-ripping breeeees, snarls, and hissing goblin assaults via Chaney Crabb’s extreme vocal commitment. Though comparable to frequent touring mates Alluvial3 in tone and tumble, Crabb delivers the necessary differentiation, complete with melodic chorus cries that stick like anthemic ear candy to an audience who patiently awaits sweet indulgence. Fit for a fifteen-minute power set, a pre-meeting energy blitz, or simply a destructive arm-throwing about your own home, An End to Everything feels both complete as a short-form work and steadfast a promise that Entheos plans to continue on a grooving path to success. – Dolphin Whisperer

Sylvaine // Eg Er Framand – Widely maligned for their ear-splitting volume and indecipherable vertical chords, pipe organs have a softer, ethereal side that often goes overlooked. Sylvaine’s gorgeous EP pits her otherworldly voice against hypnotic, shimmering high organ registrations, a duet custom-built to melt this frozen heart. Organs are designed for the spaces they inhabit,4 ensuring their resonance melds with the architecture of their home, and the descending spiral motif that bookends “Dagsens Auga Sloknar Ut” and “Tussmørke” duplicates this integration into Sylvaine’s music. There’s something of the eternal about this EP, its vibrating vocal harmonies and sustained wind tones suspending the passage of time and evoking both dusk and dawn. My 2024 opened with a death and ended with a birth; I can think of few soundtracks more fitting than Eg Er Framand. – Iceberg

Persefone // Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 – How shall I put this? What Carcharodon is to Kanonenfieber, I consider myself to Persefone. These Andorrans have always been a masterclass of blending insanely good musicianship with effortless technicality and rousing melodic movements. After longtime vocalist Marc Pia was replaced by Eternal Storm’s Daniel R. Flys, I feared that my beloved Persefone was gone, but I’m happy to say Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 dispelled my doubts. For one, it utilizes what Persefone has always done best; the music growing in intensity at the end of “Lingua Ignota” channels the iconic escalations from “Living Waves” (Aathma) and “Spiritual Migration (Spiritual Migration). However, as always, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 is another step in Persefone’s evolution. “One Word” is one of Persefone’s most direct songs to date, with a powerful, memorable chorus betwixt tight, technical riffage, and adds a new dimension with Flys’ clean vocals joining Miguel Espinosa’s previously solo cleans. “Abyssal Communication” closes the EP with moving ambience, which Persefone has always loved to do, but follows Metanoia’s further emphasis on synth tones and is pleasantly dynamic, working well as a standalone track instead of just a send-off. It’s all fantastic, because it’s quintessentially Persefone, only now in a bite-sized and endlessly replayable size. Compact and to the point, yet still offering a wide breadth of intoxicating riffs and solos, Lingua Ignota Pt. 1 stands strong in their discography and even brings back a consistency I felt was slightly missing from 2022’s Metanoia. – Mystikus Hugebeard

Dislimn // Esmee – You never appreciate how good Bandcamp can be until a band doesn’t have one, and it has made Dislimn tragically difficult to find. I was lucky to stumble upon them in the promo sump whereupon I made a mental note to check later, but most people lack that kind of resource. Dislimn’s Esmee is a lovely piece of shimmering doomgaze with a heavy stoner edge, and I think they deserve a fair bit more attention than they’ve received. It’s a queer mix of stoner, prog, and post that lands through Dislimn’s impeccable vibes and simple but gripping songwriting. Esmee starts off gentle; the radio-friendly post-lite opener “Anxiety” is the perfect tune to float through a depressive dreamlike haze, but as time passes, the music develops some bite. The riffs in tracks like “Esmee’s Story” and “In My Mind” are straightforward, memorable, and crunchy with just the right amount of fuzz, while vocalist Alix’s dreamlike ever-soft vocals serenely soar above. “Gullfoss” is a bit of an oddball; a rockin’ and a rollin’ riffy jaunt sandwiched between emotive, brooding doomgaze is a bit of a lurch, but it grows on you. Overall, Esmee is the sort of unassuming EP that stealthily sinks its claws into you. I’ve returned to Esmee’s dreamy gloom many a time now, and I reckon you will too. – Mystikus Hugebeard

#2024 #AnEndToEverything #Beatdown #Counterparts #DeafToSuffering #DeathMetal #DeleriumPathomutagenoAdductum #Dislimn #Entheos #Esmee #Glassbone #GothicDoom #GothicRock #Hardcore #HeavenLetThemDie #Hillclimber #Lathe #LinguaIgnotaPt1 #MammothGrinder #Metalcore #Persefone #PostMetal #ProgressiveDeathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Slam #Sleepwalker #TechnicalDeathMetal #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #UndyingSpectralResonance #夢遊病者

Khirki – Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Kenstrosity

In 2021, Greek hard rock trio Khirki single-handedly reignited a fire inside a genre I, for a long time, felt had decomposed six feet under the soil. It just felt like every hard rock act regurgitated the same albums over and over throughout the mid-aughts, with little to no variation or innovation to speak of since. Yet, Κτηνωδία absorbed all of the latent creativity nobody on Earth seemed to exploit and shoehorned every drop into a massive triumph of a debut. Three years later, on comes Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς. Does it prove Khirki to be a one-trick pony like so many other bands before them, or are we in for another unqualified success?

It’s safe to say you already know the answer to that question. Of course Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς kicks ass! A testament to exuberant, explorative, and exquisite songwriting, Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς represents everything that was great about Khirki before, elevated by a greater sense of cohesion, smoothness, and vibrancy. Throughout its forty-seven minutes, lush acoustics, tumbling drums and claps, weeping violin, and jaunty woodwinds provide effervescent decoration informed by traditional Greek folk music. Meanwhile, ascendant tremolo leads invite a shimmering post-metal accent to many songs, providing a nice shift away from the doom-tinged atmosphere of the first record. “Heart of the Sea” in particular shows how adventurous Khirki are with that post-metal influence in their chosen format; Khirki refuse to stick to a singular formula yet strive for an unmistakable voice entirely their own. And it works.

You’d be forgiven for thinking Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς doesn’t share the immediacy of Κτηνωδία, but not for assessing that as a detractor. In fact, it is its subtlety, sophistication, and nuance that puts Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς on the map. Infused with myriad themes and spine-tingling harmonies, major hits like “Pumping the Vein,” “The Watchers of Enoch,” “Συμπληγάδες,” and Song o’ the Year contender “Heart of the Sea” showcase an epic character bolstered by killer performances across the board. A greater presence of extreme metal-inspired drum patterns, implemented with a light touch, prove to be an especially exciting development. Using these flawlessly integrated techniques—especially the double-bass power metal run in “Father Wind” and post-y blasts in “Heart of the Sea”—many of Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς’s best songs overtake the high points of Khirki’s previous work.

Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς is also the more consistent of the two records, both in tone and in style, without sacrificing its sense of adventure. Stoner-heavy closer “Hekate” constitutes the starkest departure from Khirki’s approach album-wide, and yet their trademark bluesy swagger and folky bounce hold the line, strong and unfazed. “Featherless” reminds you what Khirki’s base structure sounds like, yet it wouldn’t work nearly as well in their back catalog as it does here. “Your Majesty” takes it slow and steady, much like how Khirki had when exploring doom aesthetics previously, but its brightness and reverential air make it an ideal companion to its more upbeat album-mates. “Pumping the Vein” aggresses with much of the same upfront bravado as 2021’s “Deadpan” or “Raging Bull,” but its funkier attitude makes it a shoe-in for Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς’s ebullient musical palette.

In short, all of Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς’s pieces fit snugly and seamlessly together, forming a buttery-smooth and consistently engaging record in a genre not known any longer for either trait. Khirki, as far as I’m concerned, single-handedly carry the genre on their more-than-capable shoulders. Κ​υ​κ​ε​ώ​ν​α​ς is the proof.

Tracks to Check Out: “Pumping the Vein,” “Συμπληγάδες,” “Heart of the Sea,” “Hekate”

#2024 #EpicMetal #FolkMetal #FolkRock #GreekMetal #HardRock #Khirki #PostMetal #StonerRock #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #VenerateIndustries #Κυκεώνας

La Torture des Ténèbres – V / The Lost Colony of Altar Vista [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Dear Hollow

The breed of noise that courses through Ottawa one-woman act La Torture des Ténèbres is truly disorienting and off-putting,1 but it takes on a hypnotizing and triumphant quality when its curious blend of caustic and decadent settles into your bones. While 2016 debuts Acadian Nights and Choirs of Emptiness captured a predictable blend of raw black and spacefaring dark ambient, Civilization is the Tomb of Our Noble Gods found mastermind J.K. taking influence from classic science fiction and decopunk: raw black played as an accompaniment to Fritz Lang’s Metropolis, perhaps. With this breed of raw punishment, discernment is a spiritual gift – V praises a grand civilization, The Lost Colony of Altar Vista laments it. Viciously raw, relentlessly noisy, and painfully discordant, while also beautifully grandiose and subtly tragic, La Torture des Ténèbres offers decadence and venom as few can.

April’s V is the more straightforward of the 2024 releases, reflecting its grainy album art basking in a birds-eye view of the grand metropolis.2 There’s a robotic quality about V that pairs neatly with its predecessor IV – Memoirs of a Machine Girl, as La Torture des Ténèbres saturates the palette of relentless blasting, dense and raw tremolo tinnitus, and tortured wails and harrowing shrieks with grimy feedback, noise, industrial ambiance, and the act’s trademark flaying melodic sensibilities. Reverb-laden melodic interludes would seem to offer reprieve during the punishment, but their blaring distortion and clipping only drive the knife deeper with a shrill and warped quality, like ringing sirens during the calm before the storm. Inspired by the shimmering deceptively utopian and futuristic civilizations, the juxtaposition of the grandiosity of tomorrow (“Accelerated Degeneration Descent,” “Valley of the Unclean”) and the horrors of today (“Descent into Suburban Hellscape,” “Catalyst of Tomb Reconfiguration”) only heightens J.K.’s themes. Lyrics detail paranoia, sexual oppression, obsession, and horror, idolizing beautiful cities built atop the broken backs of the ugly. And despite its triumphant ambiance, V is one of the ugliest black metal albums of the year.

October’s The Lost Colony of Altar Vista is a more lonely and contemplative affair,3 reflected in its artwork of the same city at a grimmer low angle and in a filthier light. La Torture des Ténèbres’ punishing palette and caustic rawness remain largely the same, but the empty tinny melodies contrast to the decadent gloss of V. Paired with experimental samples stuttered from audio clipping and perverted by distortion,4 the tremolo-picked melodies atop subtle ambiance and silence are more abundant and dwell more in somber countenance (i.e. “The Reflection of the Moon in Her Skyline Eyes”), with more complete collapses of noise (“Allison”) and doomed piano (“The Axis of the Exaltation and the Fall of Venus”). The Lost Colony of Altar Vista basks in its forlornness, its relentless rawness a jagged and jaded vessel for fragile pain.

V and The Lost Colony of Altar Vista showcase both sides of La Torture des Ténèbres, streamlined with a propensity for vicious noise and flaying rawness. It’s completely unforgiving, painfully harsh, and alienating to even the most hardened black metal fans. It’s jaggedly pieced, tracks cutting off abruptly and samples seeming to have no relevance to the sound, but every element adds to the themes of dissociation of both the beautiful glimmer and filthy underbelly of this metropolis. Truly a thin glossy mask atop a horrific face.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Descent Into Suburban Hellscape,” “Phantoms Over Altar Vista,” “Allison,” “Spectres Over Altar Vista”

#2024 #AmbientBlackMetal #AmbientNoise #BlackMetal #CanadianMetal #ConnieFrancis #IndependentRelease #JillianBanks #LaTortureDesTénèbres #Noise #RawBlackMetal #TheLostColonyOfAltarVista #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM #V

Cave Sermon – Divine Laughter [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Thus Spoke

When I finally heard Divine Laughter, it was closer to January 2025 than it was January this year, when Cave Sermon released it. This temporal technicality turned out to be trivial because its brilliance was immediately obvious. Divine Laughter traverses death, black, sludge, post, ambient, and more, exploring further, and committing harder to mania—as I later discovered—than debut Memory Spear, which I also devoured eagerly. There is primarily just one person behind Cave Sermon, Aussie musician Charlie Park, and until now, the project was instrumental. Miguel Méndez’ vocals—with an impressively versatile, unhinged, and savage performance—are a perfect accompaniment to what appears to be Cave Sermon’s signature abstract and interpretive compositional style, channeling a kind of musical stream of consciousness that must be experienced to be understood.

To say that Divine Laughter is affecting would be criminal understatement. The lyrics alone are touching in a sense totally devoid of sentimentality, reflecting a singularly modern capitalist loneliness, a hatred of human apathy, and a guilt in one’s complicity. But it is the truly magnificent way in which Parks tells (and Méndez narrates) this story musically which makes it so arresting. It feels, at its core, refreshingly and exhilaratingly organic; vibrant and smart and true. Reprises feel like the returning edges of a persistent thought, percussion is as often a tech-death texture as a sludgy battering ram (“Crystallised”), or a vague tap in a noisy void (“Birds and Machines in Brunswick,” “Divine Laughter”); barks pitch upwards into howls in sudden gasps of the realization of some depressing, mundane, and fearful reality (“Liquid Gold”). Quieter moments of almost folky naïveté brush up against acerbic sludginess, alien synth, and the pseudo-chaotically mixed nuts and bolts of razor-sharp death and black metal with a facile deftness I’ve not heard outside of Vicotnik’s work.1

With so few words, how can I convey Divine Laughter’s mania? Comparisons feel stale. The through lines, like paint in abstract art,2 play with and subvert the expected course of a given genre’s template. Energetic black(ened death)3 (“Beyond Recognition,” “The Paint of An Invader”) comes as a thrillingly uneven rain of vitriol. Angular, dissonant extremity tumbles into echoing industrialism, or dizzy ambience (“Beyond Recognition,” “Divine Laughter”); sludgy death remains off-kilter and wild, while charging prog-death rhythms stumble suddenly, (“Crystallised”) and spiraling solos precipitate turns to gazey post (“Liquid Gold”), and every other influence on display. Though there’s a rawness and frightfulness about the relentless transformations of guitar, vocals, and tempo, the use of synths and atmosphere, they remain surprisingly alluring thanks to the powerful emotions bubbling up in subtle resurgences of themes. A lot of this has to do with Méndez’ incredible vocal performance, another lot are these tangled, gorgeous compositions. There are so many of these beautiful, cathartic rises of yearning, urgent melody, and many of them come with the unforeseen force of involuntary emotional reaction (“Beyond Recognition,” “Liquid Gold,” “The Paint of An Invader”), though multiple listens show their edges were presaged.

The only potential stumbling block for Divine Laughter I can concede, is the noisy, sample-spliced “Birds and Machines in Brunswick.” Transitioning into the rather terrifying opening to “Divine Laughter” with its almost Portal-esque bellows, its five minutes stick out perhaps a little too much from the rest. It’s clear that this is an experiment, taking place in a transition period for Cave Sermon. Given the excellence of everything else about Divine Laughter, it is very easy to forgive this trifle. I can truly say that no album—at least in recent years—has so instantaneously affected me, smashing down the doors of my musical perception, and settling deep in my soul. Cave Sermon may have received shockingly little recognition so far,4 but they will no doubt soon be a name on the lips of many in whatever strange sphere of metal we find ourselves in.

Tracks to Check Out: Every one except “Birds and Machines in Brunswick” is mandatory listening.

#2024 #AustralianMetal #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeath #CaveSermon #DeathMetal #DivineLaughter #ExperimentalMetal #PostMetal #SelfReleases #Sludge #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM

Convulsing – Perdurance [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Dear Hollow

If you’re not familiar with Australia’s Convulsing, you’ve likely been exposed to mastermind Brendan Sloan’s impact on underground extreme metal. Alongside serving as bassist/vocalist of Altars (beginning with 2022’s Ascetic Reflection), guitarist of cinematic post-rock act Dumbsaint, and one-man show behind dissonant death/black distortionist Convulsing, he has contributed in some way or another to acts like Greytomb, Cosmic Putrefaction, Defacement, Gonemage, and Nightmarer. Convulsing remains his flagship project, and after two excellent LP’s Errata (2016) and Grievous (2018) of consecutively higher praise and a fantastic split with Siberian Hell Sounds, we are finally met with a gem of dissonant death metal after a six-year absence, an iconic record and monolithic sound steeped in nuance and imbued with dynamics, contrast, and texture: Perdurance.

What makes Perdurance such a resounding and enduring success is its ability to attack with intensity and dissonance that outdoes the best of its genre-mates. Warped rhythms are graced with staggered riffs and blazing percussion, as Convulsing explores every nook and twist of a rhythm and melody until its inevitable conclusion is happened upon in tragic and fatal fashion. Dissonant leads are the guide of Perdurance, providing scenic vistas to punishingly heavy riffs while reminding listeners of the inevitable doom that awaits. Like this year’s Ulcerate, the devastation is beautifully nuanced and dynamics are secured, giving a sense of freedom, sentience, and lushness amid the relentless darkness and discordance. Tempo-abusing, blastbeat-wielding, and heavy as mountains, the more immediate offerings (“Pentarch,” “Flayed,” “Shattered Temples”) offer this weight in pulverizing chuggy progressions, with a lurking monstrosity and humanity beneath its processions somehow more mammoth than its ten-ton riffs.

Beginning with “Inner Oceans,” we are graced with Convulsing’s massive sense of crescendos and atmospherics. A slow burn guided by the leads, the riffs are explored more subtly and incrementally – leading to a sense of immense claustrophobia and suffocation. Beginning delicately and organically, the tracks warp and shift while constantly growing in size and intensity, leading to what feels like cave walls closing in. The organicity suggests a warmth unexpected in this breed of death metal, as lush progressions morph to menacing tones seamlessly (“Endurance”), while devastation and grandiosity are the killing blow for natural growths and crescendos (“Inner Oceans”). The episodic nature of closer “Endurance” is aptly climactic and cinematic, its different three-minute portions threaded together with lush and yearning progressions slightly twisted to uncanny valley’s version of the heartfelt, amplified by brief passages of clean vocals and punkish beats.

Perdurance shows that Sloan remains at the top of his game – Convulsing cements itself as one of the best offerings of underground extreme metal and death metal in general. The second you think you’ve heard a progression or passage before, Sloan distorts it with the precision of a mathematician and the ambition of a madman. It never neglects punishment or overstays its welcome, and every twist and turn feels beautifully executed and stunningly methodical. Even the cleanly sung bonus track Porcupine Tree cover “A Smart Kid” feels at home following “Endurance.” Reflected in its evergreen title, Perdurance represents an immortal statement in dissonant death metal and extreme metal in general: ceaselessly brutal, meticulously crafted, and indubitably iconic.

Tracks to Check Out:1 “Flayed,” “Inner Oceans,” “Endurance”

#2024 #Altars #AustralianMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #Convulsing #CosmicPutrefaction #DeathMetal #Defacement #DissonantDeathMetal #Gonemage #Greytomb #Nightmarer #Perdurance #PorcupineTree #ProgressiveDeathMetal #SelfRelease #SiberianHellSounds #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM #Ulcerate

Walg – IV [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By GardensTale

I tend to be wary of bands that release a new record year after year. Usually, this means the output is rushed and under-edited. But Walg is intent on bucking that trend, and their third record managed to worm its way onto my list last year. A duo from the northern Netherlands, Walg (meaning ‘disgust’) started off during the pandemic when multi-instrumentalist Robert Koning and vocalist Yorick Keijzer reconnected after playing together in metalcore band None Shall Pass. Instead of figuring out a sound first and recording music after, their philosophy seems more akin to ‘fuck it, we ball.’ But instead of the expected messy overblown demo, they started pumping out high-quality melodic black metal, and as IV demonstrates, this is not even their final form.

Now, admittedly, the duo’s production schedule is helped by two factors. One, as a studio project, they currently don’t need to waste time touring. Once they release an album, they can go right on to writing the next (V is already on its way!). But in addition, Walg isn’t reinventing the wheel here. This is straight-up melodic black metal, centered entirely on high-octane frosty riffs, drums that weave from blasting to galloping to more blasting, and impassioned, throat-ripping gargles. But what riffs! What blasts! What gargles! The guitars don’t stick to repeating the same measure four times; they build and evolve singular phrases into multi-part melodies. …and Oceans’ “Cosmic World Mother” was my song of the year in 2020, and here “Foltering” sounds like its more grounded second cousin with just as addictive a main riff. Keijzer puts everything in his vocal performance and his phrasing frequently includes desperate inflections reminiscent of DSBM styles, but he pulls off ICS Vortex style cleans just as powerful.

Though the frills are few, they help accent the individual tracks and make each composition stand out on its own. “Vuurdoop” sounds that much more epic thanks to a touch of symphonics, reminiscent of Dimmu Borgir’s older and more aggressive tracks. Folk touches like the hurdy-gurdy (or facsimile thereof) on “Speel Met Mij” and “Geen Einde in Zicht” add a welcome peat-bog earthiness. But the easiest to overlook is how much emotional pull the album carries. The riffs balance righteous fury with a sadness and longing, matched effortlessly by Keijzer’s raw performance. His clean vocals are used sparingly, but they really elevate the bridges of “Radeloos” and “Speel Met Mij.” The standout track, “Als een Korrel Zand,” sets the mood with acoustic guitars before matching the melody with trilling tremolos that hit the heartstrings hard.

Where other bands work on the road to recognition for many years, occasionally releasing a meticulously composed album, Walg is speedrunning their way to the top of the Dutch black metal scene. It’s almost frightening how easily the duo shits out killer track after killer track, not just technically proficient but containing variety and engaging songwriting and an emotional backbone. IV absolutely destroys; let’s see in a couple months whether V can top it!

Tracks to Check Out: ”Radeloos,” “Als een Korrel Zand,” “Foltering”

#AndOceans #DimmuBorgir #DutchMetal #IV #MelodicBlackMetal #NoneShallPass #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM #Walg

To the Grave – Everyone’s A Murderer [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Thus Spoke

To the Grave are not fucking around anymore; not that they ever really were. Lyrically, musically, and visually,1 Everyone’s A Murderer is the Sydney outfit’s most brutal, no-holds-barred audial assault to date. Vocalist Dane Evans states that the intention was to be the voice of activists in the fight for animal liberation; “There’s no words, no lyrics and no music that can describe the violence or bring back the lives stolen by human hands so this is for them.” Everyone’s A Murderer isn’t angry, it’s apoplectic. So brimming with bile and blood you can practically taste it in every neck-snapping groove and juddering, pong-snare breakdown.

If you thought you had To the Grave pegged after Director’s Cuts, you’d be wrong. “Dead Wrong,” in fact, as that monster of a closer itself epitomizes. Most of the melodies have faded; gone are the more metalcore-influenced sung choruses, and much of the modern-sounding deathcore polish has evaporated. This more stripped-back approach works wonders for the record’s brutality, in message and medium. Fast riffs are meaner and slow ones uglier, with jerky squeals chucked in a rhythmic, thrilling angles. Vocals are more frequently on the low end of a growl, and when they dip back into a whispered (“TerrorMilitary”) or squealed style (“Vegan Day of Violence”) they’re the vilest and most vicious they’ve been. The drums are blessed with a gloriously thick, clanging tone that culminates in some lethal charges (“Set Yourself on Fire (In Public)”) and primal headbanging moments (“DxE or Die,”2 “Eight Four One Six,” “Dead Wrong”). This is everything To the Grave need to hammer their point home and use the remaining nails to pin your ears back and make you listen.

Deathcore has historically had a reputation for misplaced macho swagger, and To the Grave, here as ever, turn this on its head, jabbing a finger at the ordinary people supporting inherently violent industries, to which the theatrical guts, gore, and vengeance of To the Grave’s music can hardly hold a candle.3 Not only sporting some of the best track titles this year—”Set Yourself on Fire (In Public),” “Vegan Day of Violence,” come on—these songs are effortlessly invigorating and expertly executed.4 The way lyrics are delivered to the bang of beatdown percussion, and grit of ten-tonne riffs, is incredibly satisfying, whether gutturally drawled (“Dead Wrong”), venomously spat (“A Body for a Body”) or on one guest feature, belted out in song (“Eight Four One Six”). To the Grave have not lost their propensity for groove, and the rougher, rawer sound only makes these rhythms chunkier, more murderous, and much, much catchier—see “DxE or Die,” “Burn Your Local Butcher,” and “Dead Wrong” in particular. And it’s not all ignorant stomping either. Mixed into the massacre is technicality that makes for some truly gnarly moments of rabid flailing and aggression (“Set Yourself on Fire (In Public),” “Vegan Day of Violence,” “Made in Aus”).

While mainly a perfection of pitilessness, Everyone’s A Murderer grants the listener a little mercy. Instrumental “Gaschamber P.T.” divides the album into two with an ominous ambience that grows uplifting as it closes with an empowering message. The crushing grisliness of “Eight Four One Six”5 is split open by the guest cleans from Sophie Wilcher,6 culminating in a gritty, but sort of beautiful duet that again, amplifies the voices of the activists and the reason To the Grave are doing this at all.

The Venn diagram of vegans and deathcore enthusiasts may be small, so I understand if not everyone can share my joy. But if you occupy either side, even tangentially, you’d be a fool to miss this. Actually, fuck that; just listen to it anyway. With this blaring in your headphones, watch if you don’t march up to your nearest farm and set every captive animal free.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Set Yourself on Fire (In Public),” “A Body for a Body,” “Made in Aus,” “Dead Wrong”

#AustralianMetal #Deathcore #EveryoneSAMurderer #Hardcore #Metalcore #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #ToTheGrave #TYMHM #UniqueLeaderRecords

Labyrinthus Stellarum – Vortex of the Worlds [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By GardensTale

Black metal and outer space are an excellent match, playing off the cold, cruel, and distant properties they both share. Bands like Arcturus, Mesarthim and Mare Cognitum have explored the reaches of the galaxy in their own ways. But the newest forerunners of this particular niche come from an unlikely background. Brothers Alexander and Misha Andronati, 24 and 17 years old respectively, launched Labyrinthus Stellarum back in 2021 and have persisted through the rain of bombs and shrapnel that’s since descended on their hometown of Odesa, Ukraine. Vortex of the Worlds is their second album, and it has made weekly returns to my spaceship comms ever since I first heard it back in April.

Labyrinthus Stellarum plays a brand of melodic black metal infused through and through with synthesizer magic, piping futuristic trance through aggressive metal assaults. Taking care of lead melody and atmospherics alike, the versatility of the keys and their expert implementation are the shining stars here. There are traces of pre-hiatus …and Oceans, as well as Mesarthim. But Vortex of the Worlds is more organic and atmospheric than the former, yet more concrete and grounded than the latter. Abandoning the screams and guitars would still leave you with an awesome science fiction soundtrack, something that would not be amiss in a Metroid game or No Man’s Sky. But the rhythm guitar, intelligently programmed drums and Alexander’s raw scream combine with the bleep-bloops into a more sinister spectacle, ready to summon unknowable beings from across the universe.

The addictiveness of Labyrinthus Stellarum is down to a level of songwriting far beyond the founders’ years or experience. Every single hook is an absolute banger, from the bouncy blips of “Transcendence” to the quirky split-ascending hook and explosive hard trance of “Interstellar Wandering,” and the lonely echoing melody that sketches a deep space melancholy of the title track. Each of the 6 tracks feels wholly unique, even if some compositional tricks lean towards overuse (the ‘nothing but the synths with an underwater filter’ bridge occurs at least once per song). “The Light of Dying Worlds” is grand and ominous, the soundtrack to Elder Gods tearing down reality, which contrasts with the pulsing nightclub vibes of “Downfall” which outlines an unholy combination of cyberpunk and cosmic horror.

With a tight 37-minute runtime, the album is devoid of fat, even in the longer compositions. The production is slightly woolly, but once I got used to this, it actually feels fitting for an album on the suffocating horrors of deep space. With every spin, Labyrinthus Stellarum amazes me more. The artists are young, their circumstances are harsh, yet the sophistication, eye to detail, and compositional excellence are absolutely out of this world. Vortex of the Worlds leaves you wanting more as soon as the last note fades.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Transcendence,” “Downfall,” “Vortex of the Worlds”

#AndOceans #Arcturus #LabyrinthusStellarum #MareCognitum #MelodicBlackMetal #Mesarthim #SelfReleased #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM #UkrainianMetal #VortexOfTheWorlds

Hypoxia – Defiance [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Maddog

In a year where most death metal gems have come from well-established acts, Hypoxia carries the torch for the underground. Hypoxia caught my eye by advertising two ex-members of Monstrosity: both bassist Michael Poggione and vocalist Mike Hrubovcak appeared on 2007’s Spiritual Apocalypse and 2018’s late-career highlight The Passage of Existence. Along with the likes of Morbid Angel and Immolation, Monstrosity played a critical role in wooing a high school Maddog into death metal. Name-dropping them was bound to grab my attention, especially as Hypoxia’s third full-length Defiance promised girthy vintage death metal riffs. Defiance delivers that and more.

Brief bookends aside, Defiance doesn’t waste a moment. Hypoxia’s mastery of riffs covers both quality and quantity. Defiance comprises unabashed worship of Florida death metal, blending the crunch of Morbid Angel’s Domination (1995) with the shapeshifting stampede of Monstrosity’s In Dark Purity (1999). Some songs rise above the rest, with “Bleed for Blasphemy” and “Scorched and Skinned” both boasting candidates for riff o’ the year. But duds are nowhere to be found, as Hypoxia collars me with both their slower chunky cuts and their waltzy choruses. Defiance lays down colossal riffwork even when you least expect it, like during the melodic solo of “Drowning in Darkness” and the somber midsection of “Black Omens.” Meanwhile, Defiance’s tinges of slam are frequent enough to add swagger but rare enough to avoid eye rolls. While Defiance feels like a mild OSDM overdose despite its 37-minute runtime, it’s a powerful example of an often-underwhelming style.

Hypoxia’s largest similarity to Monstrosity lies in its sneaky complexity. Defiance’s songs evolve at will, with “Pathway to Charon” deftly jumping among a grab bag of OSDM bangers, an explosive chorus, and a late-arriving riff that jams fierce death metal into a surprising proggy rhythm. Similar rhythmic variations help Hypoxia’s catchy choruses stand out even amidst airtight verses. None of these ideas are rocket science, but they distinguish Hypoxia from the cluttered death metal underground. Mike Hrubovcak’s (Monstrosity) vocals sit high in the mix and add fearsome emphasis throughout, like the “sing”-along-able chorus of “Agonized Asphyxia.” The key to Defiance’s success is that every one of its artistic leaps is in service of raw death metal fun. For instance, the opening highlight “Bleed for Blasphemy” uses In Dark Purity-style rhythmic adventures and an infectious extended chorus as vehicles to cram ten minutes of riffs into under four minutes. There is no senseless wank here; every creative risk on Defiance aims to club your ears harder.

“Scorched and Skinned” has served as my morning alarm for the last nine months, and I don’t see that changing any time soon. I tried Kryptos, but that just left me laying in bed smiling. I tried Wormed, but that turned me into a chronic snoozer. I tried Selbst, but that turned my dreams into nightmares. Defiance isn’t groundbreaking, but it’s such a well-executed slab of death metal that I don’t care. Hypoxia scratches a primal itch. That’s good enough for me.

Tracks to Check Out: “Bleed for Blasphemy,” “Pathway to Charon,” “Scorched and Skinned”

#AmericanMetal #DeathMetal #Defiance #Hypoxia #Monstrosity #MorbidAngel #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM

Amiensus – Reclamation: Part 1 [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Thus Spoke

Amiensus really blessed us this year. Their fourth and fifth full-lengths dropped as the two parts of epic Reclamation. Each a beautiful work of art of their own, together, they’re a shining example of progressive black metal, an emotional and music journey of truly Homeric proportions. But it is towards the former of the pair, Reclamation: Part 1, that I turn here, my esteemed spongefren Kenstrosity having given Part 2 its deserved praise elsewhere. The heftier brother—at nearly an hour long—the magnificent breadth of Amiensus’ stylistic prowess is here on still greater display. If the whole of Reclamation were represented by the seasons, then Part 1 is Summer into Autumn, and Part 2 Winter into Spring. Starting in a golden light of innocent reverie,1 Reclamation Part 1 grows ever darker as it moves through impassioned waves of bittersweet yearning to an ellipsis of solemnity for Part 2 to triumph over with harsh, and then cathartic intensity.

Much like its twin, Reclamation: Part 1 is beautiful in more ways than one. The grace with which Amiensus weaves together cello and guitar melodies; pair warm, heartfelt cleans with savage roars; and turn atmospheric introspection into blazing blackened assertiveness, is nothing short of magical. Tempos that trip from a patient sway into a galloping frenzy, or ecstatic dance, only to settle into a whispering of cymbal taps, are the final layer in this tapestry, finalizing the stirring power of meticulously-crafted compositions. Imperceptibly, little drum beats and cascading riffs send you soaring through an anthemic chorus (“Blink of the Moment,” “Spoken into Will”), or a wonderful intermingling of uplifting refrains, passionate screams, and gazey singing (“Reverie”). You might be floating on the calm waters of delicate strings or plucks, and mellow melodies only to be launched into a stormy sea as percussion hammers and those strings twist and writhe to accent the suddenly urgent guitars (“A Consciousness Throughout Time,” “Vermillion Fog of War”). Or things may be truly still, and so it is the most moving of all as the soundscape gently builds (“Sun and Moon”).

Part 1 is so emotionally affective in part because of how masterfully the elements are intertwined. Not one transition between screamed or sung vocals, or shift from peace to turbulence, ever feels artificial; not one cathartic release of thematic tension is overwrought. Though melancholic and introspective at turns, Amiensus infuse the music with a kind of wistful naïveté that makes me personally simply feel joy. “Sun and Moon” makes it to the higher rankings on my Songs of the Year list largely due to its embodying this innocent poignancy so perfectly, led by a gorgeous, rippling melody. But no song is devoid of that magic, even the harshest moments have been touched by some harmonious and intricately-layered beauty.

And while some may call it indulgent, Part 1’s lengthier runtime allows not only the songs themselves, but the emotions they express, more room to breathe. It pairs well with the way that tracks bleed into one another, further enhancing the sense that this is one complete journey. And it feels half the length it is. Reclamation—Part 1 in particular—is an album that having sat with for most of a year, I can confidently say marks Amiensus’ crowning achievement thus far. And if somehow, even after Ken‘s review, you haven’t experienced it yet, go now and find what’s missing from your year-end list.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Reverie,” “Sun and Moon,” “A Consciousness Throughout Time”

#2024 #AmericanMetal #Amiensus #BlackMetal #MTheoryAudio #MelodicBlackMetal #PostBlackMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Reclamation #ReclamationPart1 #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM

Knocked Loose – You Won’t Go Before You’re Supposed To [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Dear Hollow

Is the hype surrounding Knocked Loose legit? Making (perhaps unwanted) waves with that “arf arf arf” breakdown in “Counting Worms” and waking babies, and “being woke,”1 with an appearance on Jimmy Kimmel Live! with collaborator Poppy, the Kentucky group is getting its fair share of backlash and praise in equal measure. It’s easy to approach You Won’t Go Before You’re Supposed To in this light, but the novelty is merely a facet of the album. In many ways, the act’s third full-length is a continuation of 2016’s bruising Laugh Tracks or 2019’s sludge-inflected A Different Shade of Blue, but an altogether more mature and heftier affair. Yes, Poppy’s witchy shrieks and haunting croons appear in a breakdown buildup in “Suffocate” and Chris Motionless from Motionless in White rears his Gothy nu-metal head in “Slaughterhouse 2,” but beneath the radio-friendly gloss is an album dedicated to tragedy and grit.

As always, Knocked Loose balances its appropriately suffocating beatdown hardcore instrumentals with a three-prong vocal attack, helmed by the feral shrieks of Bryan Garris.2 Featuring frantic Converge-esque choruses (“Thirst,” “Piece by Piece”), mammoth breakdowns (“Don’t Reach for Me,” “Blinding Faith,” “The Calm That Keeps You Awake”), and their novelty pieces of guest vocalists add a refreshing change of pace to what could have been a monotonous meltdown. Alongside Garris’ unmistakable vocals, guitarists Isaac Hale and Nicko Calderon lend guttural roars and hardcore fry vocals respectively, injecting a jolt of white-hot energy to songs like “Thirst” and “Don’t Reach for Me.” While Knocked Loose theoretically approaches You Won’t Go Before You’re Supposed To with a traditional beatdown template a la Gideon and Bulldoze, its brutality and intensity are felt through every movement.

You Won’t Go Before You’re Supposed To features a skull-crushing breed of hardcore, but nuance is added when Knocked Loose embraces the haunting – a hum cutting through the relentless storm. Utilizing eerie leads and instrumental stillness, evocative lyrics of homesickness, desolation, and meaninglessness are enacted with musical allegory. Tracks that utilize this more contemplative aura (“Moss Covers All,” its sequel “Take Me Home,” “Sit & Mourn”) reflect the solemnity of their titles and the eeriness of the album art in a pummeling yet haunting approach reminiscent of last year’s The Acacia Strain, reflecting a deeper and more tragic intention beyond the mindless hardcore beatdowns. Buried beneath the blastbeats and frantic vocals lies an existential weight tied to its lyrics, the recurring theme of unearthing roots and dismantling family patterns is accomplished mightily through these tracks, further bolstered by tasteful samples.3 You Won’t Go Before You’re Supposed To is more than just mindless intensity.

Yes, Knocked Loose is here to kick your teeth in, but it’s not as simple as a senseless hardcore beatdown punishment. You Won’t Go Before You’re Supposed To is a multilayered album, easy to dismiss due to its Octane Radio-friendly novelty in “Suffocate” and “Slaughterhouse 2” or its mind-numbing chugs and breakdowns strewn with reckless abandon, but it incorporates just enough haunting experimentation and heartfelt lyricism to give purpose to the punishment. Undoubtedly a divisive release this year, but Knocked Loose balances blind aggression and thoughtful flourishes like a steel-toed boot to the throat in a dense forest at night. So watch your back.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Suffocate,” “Take Me Home,” “Blinding Faith,” and “Sit & Mourn.”

#2024 #AmericanMetal #Bulldoze #Converge #Gideon #HardcorePunk #JudyPerkins #KnockedLoose #Metalcore #MotionlessInWhite #Poppy #PureNoiseRecords #RexAllen #TheAcaciaStrain #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM #YouWonTGoBeforeYouReSupposedTo

Brodequin – Harbinger of Woe [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Kenstrosity

One of the earlier purveyors of brutal death, Tennessee trio Brodequin, established originally in 1998 and put on hiatus in 2008, reunited in 2015 after a seven-year break. Jan Van Lugtenburg filled in the percussive void in 2016 for a few years, ultimately tagging out for Brennan Shackelford in 2020. Rounded out by founding brothers Mike (Guitars) and Jamie (Bass, Vocals) Bailey, Brodequin worked diligently on crafting their fourth brutal assault of groovy death. Harbinger of Woe is the result, and it might very well be the best thing they’ve put to tape so far.

Brodequin embodies a certain niche of brutal death that recalls the ways of olde, yet remains timeless in their hands. Treading similar ground to long-standing acts like Disgorge, Defeated Sanity, and Mortician, Brodequin swing way harder into the straightforward, no-nonsense, and grinding groove whose sole purpose is bodily harm. Unlike some of their peers, who decorate their monoliths with progressive experimentation, slimy slams, or technical wizardry, Brodequin min-maxxed their sharp hooks skill tree. With Harbinger of Woe, Brodequin unleash a rare album that isn’t doing anything new, nor is it attempting acrobatic feats of songwriting to challenge the genre or its fans, yet it feels fresh and exciting simply for being an unfuckwithable example of the style.

Even so, Harbinger of Woe offers small deviations from the brutal template that help it stand out. “Theresiana” piques my interest immediately with an unexpected dalliance with Gregorian chants. How that fits in with subterranean gurgles and a guitar tone most closely resembling steaming hot asphalt pouring into my ear, I can’t explain. Yet, it fits perfectly. Elsewhere, Brodequin integrate the kind of buttery smooth transitions that I sooner associate with more melodic acts’ output than this unrelenting violence. “Fall of the Leaf,” album highlight “Of Pillars and Trees,” “Maleficium,” and “Suffocation in Ash” make traditional brutal death sound almost ebullient, boasting grin-inducing grooves and bouncy trem-picked embellishments that get my booty shaking on reflex. Stitching the album together across a lean and mean thirty-one minutes, Harbinger of Woe unloads a metric ass-ton of riffs and percussive runs that defy the law of diminishing returns. Many, if not all, of Harbinger of Woe’s tracks sound cut from the same shank of flesh, but Brodequin constantly rearrange their shared anatomy with such grotesque, mutagenic creativity that each iteration feels like a whole new kind of monster (“Diabolical Edict,” “Vredens Dag”).

In the end, this mad science of mercilessly rearranging Harbinger of Woe’s DNA makes for an unqualified success. Without requiring a wide cross-section of influences or techniques, Brodequin extracted remarkable variety from what is, in essence, a surprisingly limited toolkit. Not the result of inexperience or a lack of ideas, Brodequin’s restricted matrix feels intentional. Instead of showcasing unlimited skillsets, Brodequin pared down, perfecting each and every element to is peak form. Then, they stitched them together in the only sequence that makes sense.

Best of all, it takes no time to recognize and appreciate that level of perfectionism. For something so filthy and gritty, Harbinger of Woe is staggeringly accessible and immediate. At the same time, I never tire of it, and it only gets better with age. Simply put, Harbinger of Woe is the product of flawless execution. Don’t miss it!

Tracks to Check Out: “Diabolical Edict,” “Theresiana,” “Of Pillars and Trees,” “Maleficium”

#2024 #AmericanMetal #Brodequin #BrutalDeathMetal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #DefeatedSanity #Disgorge #HarbingerOfWoe #Mortician #Review #Reviews #SeasonOfMist #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024

Gigan – Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Maddog

Back in the early 2010s, Gigan wooed me with their lovably absurd album titles, like 2013’s Multi-Dimensional Fractal-Sorcery and Super Science. Luckily, Gigan had the musical chops to back it up. Their distinctive blend of brutal death metal, skronky technicality, and alien atmospheres made me a cult megafan. Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus interrupts a seven-year silence, and the only staffers thrilled about its arrival were myself and Alekhines Gun. In retrospect, this is understandable; AAI is a weird album by a weird band, and it’s unlikely to win over anyone who isn’t already so inclined. While Gigan’s newest is a lot to chew on, it offers a great glimpse into why I’ve stood gaping for over a decade.

If Mithras is Morbid Angel in space, then Gigan is Wormed in space. Eric Hersemann’s guitars lay the foundation, playing Defeated Sanity riffs at an Archspire pace. However, in its melodies, its composition, and its production, the album is foremost an atmospheric journey, not a riff-fest. Hersemann’s guitar and bass lines sound otherworldly through their dissonance and sudden transformations (“Erratic Pulsitivity and Horror”). Eschewing simple song structures, Gigan’s uneasy odysseys take several focused listens to make any sense. Straying from the genre’s typical clinical production, AAI opts for a reverb-laden wall of noise that resembles a muddled Mithras. This remains my biggest gripe, as the album’s cloudy guitar sound untooths its impressive melodies. Conversely, AAI’s highlight might be its drumming. Nathan Cotton’s world-class performance excels in its raw technicality, its frenzied evolution, and its cockpit role in the album’s ebb and flow. But most of all, it wows through its raw humanity. On highlights like “Trans-Dimensional Crossing of the Alta-Tenuis,” the attention to detail in Cotton’s performance shines through every beat and can only be described as beautiful. While that word isn’t common in brutal death metal reviews, it’s a testament to Gigan’s singular sound.

Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus is a wild journey. Gigan steamrolls the listener with brutal riffs, appealing to idiots like me without devolving into idiocy themselves (“Square Wave Subversion”). On the other end, Gigan’s skronky adventures are grand slams. The latter half of “Trans-Dimensional Crossing…” blends light-speed brutality with Morse Code guitars that remain the album’s highlight, while “Emerging Sects of Dagonic Acolytes” captivates me with The Velvet Underground-style chaos. Armed with bulletproof melodies in their right hand and chaos in their left, Gigan’s compositions feel like Lovecraftian narratives. Most strikingly, the shrieking melodies and distorted drum-led chorus of “The Strange Harvest of the Baganoids” evoke visceral terror for the plight of those poor Baganoids.1 Gigan fares less well when they sacrifice riffs for amorphous meanderings, especially on longer tracks (“Emerging Sects…”). But when AAI wields riffcraft and atmosphere in unison, it stands unmatched. For instance, the closer “Ominous Silhouettes…” wows with what sounds like a Deeds of Flesh riff being played by a depressed Martian, leading into dual-guitar screeches à la Pyrrhon. Engrossing and ever-evolving, Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus immerses the listener in its saga.

While snippets of Gigan bear the signatures of other bands, no one else has ever made music like this. Although its bloat and its muddy sound hold it back, Gigan’s comeback is a rewarding specimen of their unconventional brand of brutal death metal. Dissonant, brutal, grimy, and alien, Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus is tough to digest even for the Gigan-initiated. Ears shall be split, brows shall be furrowed, and poseurs shall be (strangely) harvested. Few will survive. But those that do will have quite a story to tell.

Tracks to Check Out: “Trans-Dimensional Crossing of the Alta-Tenuis,” “The Strange Harvest of the Baganoids”

#2024 #AmericanMetal #AnomalousAbstractigateInfinitessimus #AtmosphericDeathMetal #BrutalDeathMetal #DeathMetal #DeedsOfFlesh #DefeatedSanity #DissonantDeathMetal #Gigan #Mithras #Pyrrhon #TechnicalBrutalDeathMetal #TechnicalDeathMetal #TheVelvetUnderground #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TYMHM #Wormed

Scumbag – Homicide Cult [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Kenstrosity

Just when I think I have my year-end list all figured out, some bastard pulls some kind of bastard shit and I have to rearrange the whole bastard at the last minute. This year, that bastard is New York brutal death duo Scumbag, their sophomore slab Homicide Cult in tow. Dolphin Whisperer deserves all the credit for introducing me to these bastards, leading with the fact that Noxis‘ main riff machine Dylan Cruz takes guitar, bass, and vocal duties here. Dolphin Whisperer also deserves to face his crimes as a list-rearranging bastard accomplice, because if it weren’t for how crushingly awesome Homicide Cult turned out to be, you bastards wouldn’t be reading this right now.

For the uninitiated, Scumbag constitutes a raucous combination of Brodequin-esque brutal death, deathgrind touches reminiscent of earlier Aborted, savage bounce that recalls brutal tech heavyweights Unfathomable Ruination and Abysmal Torment, and a certain irreverent personality not unlike The Black Dahlia Murder. In order to make sure the experience is easily digestible and memorable, Scumbag trimmed and tightened Homicide Cult to a lean, mean twenty-eight minutes. Featuring universally pleasing tones and textures, not to mention an especially viscous low end, Scumbag’s production choices ensure that Homicide Cult sounds as filthy and rotten as it can while still maintaining a coherent sonic imprint. Together, these attributes—combined with Dylan’s uncanny ability to vomit forth terrific riffs and drummer Joseph Tesler’s multifaceted slaughtering of the skins—merge to form a record so fun and merciless that even after the sun comes up I’m still begging for more.

Homicide Cult leaves a trail of mangled bodies behind it as it ravages the land with an unrelenting barrage of hooks and grooves. Opener “Homicide Cult” struts around toting so many top-tier riffs that it’s excessive but immensely satisfying and cohesive. Highlights like “Beaten to a Pulp,” “Pure Adrenaline Hard-On,” and “The Meating” juggle brutal tech and cavebrained slamming death with a sense of ease that belies the blistering speed and buttery smooth fluidity of their execution. Meanwhile, “Unmanaged Mental Illness,” “Perverted Benevolence,” and “Blunt Force Abortion” double down on downright stupid groove levels, stomping my face hard enough to register high numbers on the Richter scale. Song after song after song, Homicide Cult functions like a brutally strong magnet. I simply cannot escape its draw, no matter what I do. And, at the end of the day, I’m not complaining.

Indeed, I’ve essentially zero things to complain about with Homicide Cult. From the riffs to the tight construction to the warm and smutty production, Homicide Cult is the product of passionate, meticulous, and intentional design. Every movement that made it past the cutting floor serves a purpose. Scumbag’s exuberant performance of each of those movements, down to Dylan’s deceivingly decipherable vocal delivery, allows every second of this beatdown to punch far above its already intimidating weight class.

Basically, Scumbag garnered an instant fan in me, thanks to Homicide Cult. Its infinitely replayable runtime is dangerously addicting, to the point that I’ve neglected promo or other loved records this year to instead spin Homicide Cult. I’d bet money you’d do the same. Bastards.

Tracks to Check Out: “Homicide Cult,” “Pure Adrenaline Hard-On,” “Blunt Force Abortion,” “The Meating”

#2024 #Aborted #AbysmalTorment #AmericanMetal #Brodequin #BrutalDeathMetal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #HomicideCult #Noxis #Reivews #Review #Scumbag #Slam #TechnicalDeathMetal #TheBlackDahliaMurder #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024

Aphotic – Abyssgazer [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Dolphin Whisperer

Evil. No matter what flowery progressive, flamboyantly triumphant path metal may weave, a large part of what attracted many of us, and a large part of what inspires creators, rests in distilling evil into dark vibrations, wallowing wails, and crooked melodies. Previously in this mindset, Italy’s Nicolò Brambilla (voice, synths1) and Giovanni Piazza (guitars) have presented this energy with cosmic funeral doom act Fuoco Fatuo, and contrastingly with the bursting and churning riffcraft of Brambilla’s 90s-inspired death metal troupe Ekpyrosis. Aphotic,2 born of this grime-crusted pedigree, swings with a ritualistic fervor from ripping blast to reverb-drenched howl to conjure the unique, reeking atmosphere that pervades Abyssgazer. Evil lurks in every phrase.

As such, Abyssgazer presents as the kind of echoing incantation that must ring through ears from first to last note. No mere synthesis of the acts who fed Aphotic into existence, this sometimes blackened, sometimes funeral doom-weighted, always death metal assembly expresses itself in a peerless manner. The cavernous kick pummels that split air to render space for discordant guitar screeches recall the thunderous energy of a lurching Immolation. The breakaways into bouncing rhythms with layered and resonant vocal chants recall the anthemic black metal of Rotting Christ, albeit with a bend toward the psychedelic. The hypnotic kit hammering and looped lead melodies exist as a twisted Godflesh instance manifested as a death metal sacrifice. In hands less mindful, and in engineering fine-tuned by Esoteric’s Greg Chandler—a mind of similar persuasion but much longer in phrasing—Abyssgazer could have flown off its experimental rails.

Instead, disarmingly so, Abyssgazer flows naturally from idea to idea, with each long-form statement having a strong central identity. A trio of world-building breaths intersperse the heaviest moments: “Endzeit I,” a slow percussive build before a shattering blast beat open; “Endzeit II,” an eerie, reverberating acoustic segue before an even squirmier post-informed eruption; “Endzeit III,” a menacing synth-scraping the hisses toward the punishing conclusion. As contemporaries to Bölzer and Tongues, Aphotic finds its death metal rooting not in loud, chunky chords but rather in snaking progressions that rumble through low-end tremolo drills (“Spectral Degredation,” “Depths Call Depths”) and whip with phasing arpeggio force (“Cosmivore,” “Chasmous”). Nothing summons the dark lord like a lumbering, hazy legato.

On early listens, though, equally due to loaded layers of ambient electronic and modulated metal elements, Abyssgazer may struggle to brand its choices into memory. It’s the journey that forms first: the brutalist bashing that kicks off the descent (“Spectral Degradation”), the bellow and choir that won’t stop ringing (“Deathward and Beyond,” “Horizonless”), the summoning dirge that announces collapse (“Chasmous”). The swinging riffs and recursive melodies stitch these points together (“Cosmivore,” “Abyssgazer”). Until a martial spirit reveals itself along the path (“Cosmivore,” “Horizonless”). Everything always moves forward.

Abyssgazer reads less like a grand novel and more like a short story, ultimately. Its tools well worn and non-gratuitous, the time that elapses over this debut’s course never feels overstayed. Aphotic has the power to warp time in their meticulous and death-carved hands. So as exciting as Abyssgazer lands, and much, in the same way, it lures the listener along, the next step along this band’s career promises even more.

Tracks to Check Out: “Spectral Degradation,” “Depths Call Depths,” “Chasmous”3

#2023 #Abyssgazer #Aphotic #AtmosphericDeathMetal #Bedsore #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #Bolzer #DeathMetal #Ekpyrosis #Esoteric #FuocoFatuo #Godflesh #ItalianMetal #NuclearWinterRecords #PostDeathMetal #RottingChrist #SentientRuinLaboratories #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2023 #Tongues

Wells Valley – Achamoth [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Thus Spoke

When was the last time something supposedly dissonant and avant-garde really gripped you? Maybe it was one of this year’s releases from Blut Aus Nord, Thantifaxath, or Rorcal. Or perhaps you’ve been bored since Obscura. Whichever the case, Achamoth, from Portugal’s Wells Valley has got to rank highly as one of the more arresting examples of extreme metal in recent times. Metal Archives very confusingly marks the trio as “post-metal,” and the label couldn’t be less appropriate. One might as well call any of the above-mentioned acts “post-metal,” if this is. While we’re at it, Replicant, Deathspell Omega, and Baring Teeth are thereby also post-metal, because Wells Valley sounds like them too. If you’re still in any doubt, then let the fact that I just assumed Colin Marston mastered this (he actually didn’t) solidify the brutality and intensity of their sound.

The best extreme metal sucks you in, and Achamoth is no exception to this rule. With a pervasive atmosphere formed through feedback, densely reverberating, clanging guitars, and sudden, heart-stopping pauses for stripped-back, menacing plucking, its blackness is omnipresent. Primarily dissonant, replete with lurching and semi-coherent refrains, even its melodiousness is unnerving. Anxiety spikes just as high during the darkly beautiful tremolo passage that ends “Law of Tutelary Spirits” as it does during the endlessly escalating scales of “Princeps” and “Intercession and Invocation.” Off-kilter rhythms and ringing, discordant refrains spliced in between anticipatory ambience invites intrigue, reflecting the mysterious esotericism of the lyrics, stemming presumably from the notion of the titular achamoth—a being unaware of its divine origins. Not that I buy into gnostic theology myself, but here is one instance where the twisting, unsteady nature of the extreme metal on display feels like an exact analog of the shrouded grasping in the dark that characterizes such meditations on ontological mysteries.

If you think you’ve started accidentally reading a Grizzly Butts review, I apologize. Let’s back up. What I’m trying to make clear is that Achamoth really just sounds mysterious, dark, and unnerving. The ebbing, wavering notes overlaying faded, menacing tremolos (“Host’s Scintillation,” “Intercession and Invocation,” “Vessel Possessor”) jointly freeze and lull their listener. The doomy and circular tempos grind clashing chords into nerve-wracking ascensions, as well as forming a sinister stalking template for lurching, bendy guitar to pull on (“Host’s Scintillation,” “Indwelling in Matter”). And the use of quietness (“Princeps,” “Law…” and especially the stomach-dropping slow piano ending “Indwelling in Matter,”) is just as affecting as the use of noise. Achamoth’s shifting layers mean that there’s almost never a singular focus as rollovers push half-refrains in and out, vocals snarl, and resonant bass chugs to foreshadow a higher iteration of the theme. But rather than feeling scattershot and confused, it all slides into a perfect melting pot of anxiety and urgent malevolence.

Even though it can seem a lot to take in, Achamoth’s nigh-on 50-minute exploration doesn’t overwhelm. There’s just enough atmosphere, and just enough melody, or something like it, to weave all its dissonance and strangeness into a coherent tapestry. Embrace the darkness and ponder the Achamoth.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Law of Tutelary Spirits,” “Intercession and Invocation,” “Indwelling in Matter”

#2023 #Achamoth #AtmosphericDeathMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #BlutAusNord #DeathspellOmega #DissonantDeathMetal #Replicant #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #TYMHM #WellsValley

Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze – The Fractal Ouroboros [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Dear Hollow

Last we encountered Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze, they dwelt in relative obscurity, creating a dark marriage of ritualistic atmospheric black metal and unabashed social platforms – anti-fascist and anti-capitalist – in the Colorado trio’s debut Offerings of Flesh and Gold. The trio has since sharpened and solidified their stance, that the act exists “as a knife pointed to the throat of any who seek to maintain oppressive systems of white supremacy and fascism that continue to fester in our societies.” Lyrics are layered with the occult, furthermore enhancing the obscure sound they proffer. Pulsing percussion, patient ambiance, thunderous doom, and cathartic explosions of vicious black metal are all fed through the jaws of ritualism in sophomore effort The Fractal Ouroboros – even more so than its predecessor.

Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze manages to create a mammoth hour-and-fifteen length that takes its precious time before crushing your soul with calculated second-wave intensity. The swell and lull of its atmosphere has its time and place, thus lending The Fractal Ouroboros its immense but supremely organic feel, each track moving fluidly among its influences and giving each track a unique identity to fuse into the tapestry of the album’s pitch-black palette and atmosphere – dark and unholy places constructed under godlike suns. Tracks like opener “Trophy,” “Suffocate O Earthen Lungs; They Now Lungs of Ash,” and closer “Ekstasis, Enstasis, and The Fractal Ouroboros” feature pummeling black metal passages, sinister atmosphere, and minimalist passages of plucking and thunderous percussion, giving climax and violence to the dense ambiance.

Because the album takes its time at well over an hour, the atmosphere must be front and center. Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze does not disappoint in this regard, weaponizing an array of synth tricks to concoct such a relentlessly dark aura throughout. “A History of Cages and Broken Bones” and “Our Overt Apocalypse” are mammoth tracks of jolting doom and scathing tremolo that crash through the thick ambiance, while fiery vocals guide the movements. The quiet climaxes of “Annihilation” and “Liberation Ritual” showcase the stolen weight of the darkness, dwelling heavy and dense smoke-filled atmosphere, existential dread coursing through every fiber of the slow-burning movements. The ambient swell of the latter transitions neatly into the shamanistic drumming of the latter, constructing a darkened tabernacle that feels more authentic and human, a whisper, than its explosive tendencies.

While Offerings of Flesh and Gold was an immensely promising offering, Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze becomes another beast entirely with The Fractal Ouroboros. The trio previously dwelt in dark atmospheres, pulsing percussion, and second-wave expressions – a powerful but relatively predictable album of atmospheric black metal. However, tracks like “Suffocate O Earthen Lungs; They Now Lungs of Ash” and “Annihilation” blindside listeners with an animalistic ferocity and shimmering fury that contrasts with the tidy spiritual trademark of shamanism that pervaded their last album. While its message is anything but obscure, the dichotomy of its activism and its maddening take on black metal ensures that inequality and injustice will not be left unpunished. Had The Fractal Ouroboros been given an earlier release date, it would have listed everywhere, because it cements Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze as one of the most dangerous acts in contemporary black metal.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Suffocate O Earthen Lungs; They Now Lungs of Ash,” “Annihilation,” “A History of Cages and Broken Bones”

#2023 #BullOfApisBullOfBronze #Dec23 #FiadhProductions #TheFractalOuroboros #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2023 #VitaDetestabilisRecords

Victory Over the Sun – Dance You Monster to My Soft Song! [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Dear Hollow

Victory Over the Sun is a project of the Portland-based multi-instrumentalist Vivian Tylińska who, along with Jute Gyte’s Adam Kalmbach and Kostnatění’s D.L., represents the diversity and power of the unorthodox take of microtonal black metal. You’ll find Tylińska is more inspired by Liturgy than Darkthrone, touches upon Kayo Dot more than Mayhem, actualizing a more triumphant and avant-garde take on black metal – although her more blackened passages are nothing short of vicious. As loose and freeform as jazz and as organic and fluid as classical, fourth full-length Dance You Monster to My Soft Song! balances the razor’s edge between traditional and otherworldly, exploring the niches and crevices in each crooked composition.

Victory Over the Sun is not inspired by the status quo, as Tylińska’s aim is not to warp listeners back to the glory days of black metal – she’s just a “girl who makes noise.” Microtonal black metal has found itself more and more a vessel for the queer and members of LGBTQIA+ to express self-discovery and identity. Victory Over the Sun is no different, the work of a trans woman offering a further intellectual layer with each theme steeped in the futurist art and music of the early 20th century. Utilizing a blend of dense and shimmering, movements are founded upon a motif that reoccurs throughout each track, revisited intensity and hypnotic repetition. Opener “Thorn Woos the Wound” is the best example, a nearly seventeen-minute foray into shimmering atmospherics and triumphant chord progressions alongside blastbeats and plods, as well as Tylińska’s blackened screech. “Madeline Becoming Judy” and “The Gold of Having Nothing” offer a similar aura, simple plucking and drumbeats collapsing into blastbeats and raw tremolo, to return to its off-kilter rhythms and a patiently sprawling wall of uncanny valley melody, motifs taking on a burning, searing quality.

You will certainly find your share of brutality, particularly in the shortest track “WHEEL” and closer “Black Heralds.” The former is an absolute mammoth of a track, a work of contrast due to the most optimistic lyrics of the album colliding with the most sinister riff, a crawling beast with more similarity to Portal than to Mayhem – hypnotic and funereal, otherworldly and vicious. Meanwhile, “Black Heralds” features a weighty riff to complement the darker plucking that saturates it, a smooth crescendo from ominous dripping plucking and hollow synths to a massive riff that feels like something out of Sunn O)))’s Black One. The album progression in this way maneuvers between the more exploratory songwriting and its darker conclusions, reflecting the pessimism of its lyrics (a poem by Cesar Vallejo).

Dance You Monster to My Soft Song! is an album that requires much to unpack. Every movement is intentional, with repetition used to searing proportions and melody thoughtful and patient rather than attaining to some “trve kvlt” standard. Victory Over the Sun not only stands as a landmark for LGBTQIA+ representation in a masculine-dominated style of music, but sets the bar for the burgeoning style of microtonal black metal. It’s exploratory in the best ways while ensuring that the experience of this strange type of music is not lost in the lushness – shimmering but punishing. Balancing more triumphant passages with an underworldly darkness, both undergirded by reckless and fearless songwriting, Dance You Monster to My Soft Song! is one of the best albums of the year, comfortably settling Tylińska and Victory Over the Sun – more than just the product of a “girl who makes noise” – into the upper echelon of experimental black metal.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Thorn Woos the Wound,” “WHEEL,” and “Black Heralds”

#2023 #Apr23 #DanceYouMonsterToMySoftSong_ #Darkthrone #JuteGyte #KayoDot #Kostnatění #Liturgy #Mayhem #Portal #SelfRelease #SunnO_ #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2023 #VictoryOverTheSun

Kalmah – Kalmah [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Maddog

I’ve seen surprisingly little hype about Kalmah’s self-titled album. It hasn’t popped up on mainstream end-of-year lists. Even melodeath addict Wvrm and promo bin overlord Steel didn’t hear about it until after it came out. Alongside bands like Children of Bodom, Kalmah held the reins of Finnish melodic death metal in the early 2000s. Blending blistering melodic riffs with prominent synths, Kalmah defined their sound twenty years ago and has reveled in it ever since. Emerging five years after Palo, Kalmah’s self-titled shows them doing what they do best. It doesn’t redefine melodeath, but it’s exactly what you’d want from a new Kalmah record: consistent, memorable, and exhilarating.

Kalmah is a scorcher from start to finish. Kalmah has always been a master of fiery riffcraft, and they show no signs of slowing down. From the melodic acrobatics of “Veil of Sin” to the straightforward death metal of “Taken before Given,” Kalmah is a shot of adrenaline. The synth leads, a staple of Finnish melodeath, are prominent enough to add depth but subdued enough to avoid sounding cheesy. On the other hand, the softer clean sections add variety without compromising catchiness, like on the emotive closer “Drifting in a Dream.” Kalmah deftly merges these elements into a satisfying whole; “Taken before Given,” for example, hopscotches among simple death metal riffs, a ferocious chorus, infectious shouted vocals, and a flailing guitar solo, nailing them all. No song here is a laggard, as Kalmah grabs my attention and refuses to let go.

While Kalmah shines throughout its 44 minutes, its climaxes take things to another level. The choruses are a spectacle, with “No Words Sad Enough” tugging at your heart before “Home Sweet Hell” sends you into a frenzy. Meteoric melodies appear from nowhere to break and enter your skull, like the explosive midsection of “Tons of Chaos.” Kalmah plays you like a puppet on tracks like “Veil of Sin,” by providing brief breathers before re-escalating into pandemonium. These climaxes are both thrilling in their own right and a testament to Kalmah’s songwriting prowess. The record’s peaks and valleys make it feel like a dynamic experience where novelty is always right around the corner. While Kalmah is solid throughout, its high points make it even more irresistible.

Kalmah is a complete package. It’s a constant page-turner, from the gripping opening of “Haunted by Guilt” to the somber keys of “Drifting in a Dream.” Despite staying within Kalmah’s comfort zone, it ranges from take-no-prisoners death metal to elegiac ballads without losing steam. Its climaxes are both ferocious fun in isolation and a roller coaster in aggregate. Even the cover art, courtesy of Niklas Sundin (Mitochondrial Sun, ex-Dark Tranquillity), is stunning on first glance and rewarding to revisit.1 It’s not worth being a snob about music this powerful. Leave your hang-ups at the door, dive in headfirst, and bask in melodeath glory.

Tracks to Check Out: “Haunted by Guilt,” “Tons of Chaos,” “Taken before Given”

#2023 #ChildrenOfBodom #DeathMetal #FinnishMetal #Kalmah #MelodicDeathMetal #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2023 #TYMHM

Massen – Gentle Brutality [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Kenstrosity

If you know me—and most of you should by now—you know that I love bands who fearlessly combine multiple genres into one pot. I want to be blown away by their exploratory vigor, dismissing all pretense of genre loyalty with gusto. Give me something that challenges my advanced ability to categorize and compartmentalize, and you are likely to garner an instant fan. Enter Massen, a Belarusian/German Frankenstein monster who unleashed one of the best records of the year, Gentle Brutality. ENERGY SYSTEM.

Imagine, if you would, what would happen if you smashed together Anaal Nathrakh‘s grindy, hooky extremity with Harm’s Way‘s and Dyscarnate‘s chunkiness, then dressed the result in a warm Silent Stream of Godless Elegy coat. That is essentially what Massen sound like, and let me tell you, it’s brilliant. Of all the things you could merge into one sound, this is one concoction I never expected. Yet, Gentle Brutality is pure magic, brutally heavy and unrelenting while simultaneously exuding a violin-led beauty that lures its audience towards the next indelible hook with unstoppable momentum. ENERGY SYSTEM.

Gentle Brutality’s immensity reveals itself early on in its forty-two minute runtime, with “Energy System” representing possibly the best opening track of 2023. Its ridiculously catchy verses and swaggering riffs are somehow overshadowed by the song’s bridge, featuring eponymous lyrics that I’ve been singing to myself every day, multiple times a day, for four months straight (so far). Then, I have the immense mid-album highlight “Askoma (Sorethroat),” which guarantees several fractures of my vertebrae in ten seconds or less, pounding skulls with the kind of groove that only diagnosed sociopaths have the emotional immunity to resist. Just when I think they can’t inject any more razor sharp hooks into Gentle Brutality, Massen shove another throbbing slab of grinding groove into my face with closer “Our Melody is Not Dead,” wrapping up the record with a resounding bang and leaving me wanting another round. ENERGY SYSTEM.

Immensity notwithstanding, Massen’s musicianship across the board are truly what make Gentle Brutality special. Stealing the show almost every time she features, vocalist and violinist Kara brings power and majesty into every second she gets the spotlight, transforming even the grindiest of Massen’s material into a jig-worthy romp brimming with vitality and emotion (“Corps de Ballet,” “Disgusted,” “Askoma (Sorethroat)”). That’s not to shortchange Alex “Aleerma” numerous contributions as primary death vocalist, guitarist, drummer, keyboardist and bassist. His monstrous roars characterize many of this record’s biggest hooks, and his and fellow guitarists Karymon’s and Eugene’s riffs, leads, and solos provide a palpable sense of force to each of Gentle Brutality’s eight tracks (but especially “Disgusted,” “Askoma (Sorethroat),” “Throwing the Stones,” and “Our Melody is Not Dead”). Even the softer quasi-ballad “Together Alone” succeeds as a result of this group’s collaborative efforts, giving me an excellent bit of belting to practice in the car. ENERGY SYSTEM.

Simply put, Massen are a relentless, unstoppable machine, seemingly incapable of putting a bad song on record. Gentle Brutality proves that beyond a shadow of doubt. No other record in 2023 sounds like it, and few reach the same standard of quality. Gentle Brutality is irresistible, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. ENERGY SYSTEM!

Tracks to Check Out: “ENERGY SYSTEM,” “Askoma (Sore Throat),” “Disgusted,” “Throwing the Stones”

#2023 #AnaalNathrakh #ApostasyRecords #BelarusianMetal #BlackMetal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Dyscarnate #GentleBrutality #GermanMetal #Grind #Grindcore #Hardcore #HarmSWay #Massen #MelodicBlackMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #Review #Reviews #SilentStreamOfGodlessElegy #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2023

Johnny Booth – Moments Elsewhere [Things You Might Have Missed 2023]

By Dear Hollow

The phrase “metalcore” strikes fear in the hearts of the most hardened metal fans.1 Breakdowns and faux badassery collide in the most listenable shit this side of the pond. New York DIY metalcore abusers in Johnny Booth know this. While yes, there are breakdowns, one-liners, and enough technical wankery to make a Converge fan drool, every element is weaponized to the full extent to accomplish an unhinged and vicious quality (“loud and ouchy” in the words of inimitable Dolphin Whisperer) that recalls acts like Knocked Loose, Sworn In, and Frontierer – without committing to either cumbersome down-tempo hardcore or headache-inducing mathcore. Encapsulating just enough reprieve from the devastating pummel, through a tasteful sprinkling of jazzy keys, skronky electronics, and subdued cleans, third full-length Moments Elsewhere’s weight is through its expertly dynamic writing.

Contrary to the squeaky-clean stereotype of modern metalcore, Johnny Booth embraces weight and filth through its self-released aesthetic. Guided by Andrew Herman’s desperate fry vocals and soothed by his croons, the true stars of Moments Elsewhere are guitarists Adam Halpern and Ryan Strong and their impressive repertoire. While rooted in the chunky chug-happy metalcore template, nearly every moment feels like it might fly off the rails or is enhanced by impressive dynamic songwriting. In perhaps the best example this dynamic, “Only By Name” starts off with a rather unassuming and harmless wonky Dillinger-esque riff that guides the proceedings before cascading into a devastating riff that slides like a semi-truck on ice. Even the cleanly sung tracks like “Why Becomes How” and interlude “The Mirror” inject their respectively subdued approaches with both scathing melody and vocal harmonies or earworms and enough heft to move the album along. More balanced tracks like “Collapse in the Key of Fireworks” and “The Ladder” are tasteful in their fusions of melody, skonk, and catchy choruses. Bassist Steve DiModugno contributes technical fills and noodles to “Bright Future” and a jazzy runs in “The Mirror,” and drummer Adam Ingoglia is a rock-solid anchor throughout, constructing intricate rhythms while derailing them across the board.

This dynamic allows tracks to gather enough for the punishing storm, and breakdowns are realized to their fullest potential and never overstay their welcome. In easy highlight “Full Tilt” an opening distorted cheery sample and a later passage of a trip-hop beat offer respite, only to tread the path of Loathe with an absolutely stellar buildup and utterly satisfying closing breakdown.2 “Why Becomes How” is immediately followed up by the no-holds-barred hardcore-infused “Ring Light Altar” and the somehow heavier “Gatekeeper”3 and the unhinged “No Comply” whose morphing math-inflected riffs add a jolt of viciousness. Closer “Modern Dialogue” features a tasteful range of guitar tricks that align perfectly with the percussion, adding grueling punishment and dynamic across the board.

What makes Moments Elsewhere is its nearly untouchable range of tracks – only the mathy Risecore caricature “Bright Future” is a bit of a weak link in its lack of tangible weight. Don’t let the “metalcore” tag scare you: Johnny Booth offers some of the most punishing tracks of the year. Amplified by a smart inclusion of dynamics and homage to influences that avoid mimicry, it somehow feels heavier than could possibly offered when the atmospheric passages implode into skull-crushing weight. Contending with 2023’s heavy hitters Sylosis, MouthBreather, and The Acacia Strain is no easy feat, and they do so on their own terms in a handcrafted album with a unique sound – one of 2023’s best.

Tracks to Check Out: “Full Tilt,” “Only By Name,” “No Comply,” and “Modern Dialogue”

#AmericanMetal #Converge #Frontierer #Hardcore #JohnnyBooth #KnockedLoose #Loathe #Mathcore #Metalcore #Mouthbreather #SelfRelease #SwornIn #Sybreed #Sylosis #TheAcaciaStrain #TheDillingerEscapePlan #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2023 #TYMHM