Queens of the Stone Age has come of age and Homme and co aren’t afraid to take changes. This is exactly why they are such a relevant and viable force in today’s musical landscape.
This is not for all. My god it’s not for all! Reader beware, this is not an easy listen. Some will love it but I sincerely doubt anyone in the black metal community will abhor it wholeheartedly. It has the right amount of raw murk to keep the Trve horde at bay and enough bleak blackened noise to get others going, whilst followers of the twisted will be in their element.
Evil just has it all, everything you need from a raw as fuck black thrash album with a bit of a harcore vibe and an evil sound. It’s as if the band has found a bend in the whole genre-development-tree we forgot about.
One fine rock n’ roll album – you will be pumping your limbs and hollering like the ghost of Joe Strummer
Hundred Suns are a new band featuring current and ex members of Norma Jean, Every Time I Die and Dead and Divine, and they’ve turned in a great album of soaring, epic post-hardcore which struggles to escape the legacy of its forebears, but managed to do so through some smart progressive tendencies and a willingness to embrace melody.
It is like a medicine for me, the more people that listen to it, I think the more healed our world will be.
This music is dense and it is delicate, icy musical layers are frosty yet gorgeous as they work their magic on you. Even as the darkness swirls around you, glimmers of light dance just out of reach.
On the whole, ‘Eskapist’ marks yet another honorable release for the german trio, one that nicely counterbalances the consistent mathcore-driven aggression of its direct predecessor through its effective and cohesive musical narrative.
‘Futility Report’ is one of those albums that makes reviewing both blissful and difficult as really there are no words to do this album justice. There is so much staggering depth, beauty and heart that this release simply calls out to be heard. White Ward have made ‘Futility Report’ a glorious concoction of post black metal with an infusion of jazz greatness that truly turns an already slick album into a modern metal masterpiece.
Shepherd and Death by Fungi release a cracking split bringing together grungy sludge metal and late 90’s style emo / mathcore into one tasty package that is packed with ‘shiver down the spine’ moments, proving once again that the underground is alive, well and kicking hard.
‘Violate and Control’ is the auditory equivalent of being strapped forcefully to a gurney and pushed down an endless corridor of screaming, semen-throwing psych patients. The noise is here to asphyxiate you. To take you to a place of utter discomfort and hold you down until it becomes unbearable. The blend of harrowing dissonance and blast-driven metal makes for an utterly consuming and soul-piercing sensory experience.
The single ‘Lucid I Would Dream’ is a soft, contemplative piece that inhabits the same space that Suzanne Vega once did back in the 80s. Miranda Lee has such a lyrical, expressive voice that shades these tunes like a gentle rain.
A great debut, with the cover art a perfect accompaniment to the sounds: evocatively colourful within a dark palette, and featuring an oddly luminous weirdness that promises much to those who would venture in to join the spirits in the forest.
They are both markedly different to each other thanks to their instrumentation and subject matter, but even the two themes of science and religion don’t keep White Sands Harbour, 1984 and Synaxis far apart in the universe that Ellis Cage has created.
The guys on Centuries of Decay put many ideas into the music, and their self-titled album should rival those of djent bands that put little credence into expanding the template. In other words, fans should give this a listen to judge for themselves. Calling them djent is presumptuous. On the other hand, praising them for the worthy effort is only done deservedly.
Watchcries don’t hide behind any fancy exterior but rather strut around with bare-knuckle vigour. This is down and dirty music with all harm and hatred bared as wide as the bands gnashing teeth. They make that kind of vital music made to dive head first into a whirlwind moshpit to. Watchcries don’t so much sucker-punch you but rather full-on mallet you in the face until it’s awash with blood.