(((O))) Tag: Extreme metal
This is the line in the sand, the album by which others in the niche of ‘death doom’ will now be measured.
Drouth’s sophomore LP may not serve as the breakthrough it intends to be, but nonetheless it remains an enjoyable, solid album.
Just before the release of the critically acclaimed Death Atlas, we cornered Cattle Decapitation’s Josh Elmore to talk legacy, history and what humanity is doing wrong.
I think Dani Filth is one of the best extreme metal vocalists around: ultra-distinctive, versatile, and not to mention an outstanding song- and lyric-writer. And Cruelty is possibly his finest work . . . it’s clear from this show that they’re going through something of an internal renaissance, bouncing back rejuvenated. Even if you missed this special show, now is a very good time to go and see Cradle of Filth.
Few bands have completely opened out and deconstructed their own process so enthusiastically while retaining their essential dark vision and abrasive sound. It makes perfect sense to see their work torn up and reassembled by kindred spirits.
Yet again the Brummie boys have forged a brutal piece of art to stand the test of time and one that beneath the chaotic notes and shattering audial violence lies a heartfelt and passionate tribute in memoriam to those lost and who will be lost. A New Kind Of Horror is Anaal Nathrakh’s deepest and most important album to date.
Flummox | Facebook | Bandcamp Certain words need to make a comeback into the vernacular, and ‘flummox’ is one of them. Meaning to confuse or bewilder, it’s apt then that the eponymous Tennessee band completely embody this concept. If you thought you un …
An aggressive tempest of brutal metal, spinning wildly in a sinister sonic blender. A fearsome and furious dark metal journey that demands your attention and shows some impressive creativity and agile musicianship, especially for a debut release.
Ahead of their first EU headlining tour, Echoes & Dust spoke with Profanatica’s drum-marauder and filth-spreader Paul Ledney about video taping, the supernatural, and maniac festival fans.
Rather than marking a trend towards accessibility or conformity, ‘ION’ is Portal at their weirdest, their most excoriating and their most essential.
It’s wildly powerful. Halfway through, evidence appears to suggest that someone farted near me. . . they probably had no choice. The noise must be bothering the trains above, vibrating them off their rails.
For many years we’ve been getting a little bit of shit from the black metal scene saying, “You guys have wimpy vocals.” And we say, “OK, fuck off, listen to something else.” Then we go to the prog scene, and they’re like, “What’s up with the screaming? Sounds like the guy’s swallowing a toothbrush!” We’re like, “Are you actually aware that the word ‘progressive’ has to do with change, and moving forward?!”
Simply put, Igorrr is one of the most unique acts in metal (and about 87 other different genres) today, and a live experience that, while bruising and slightly mind-melting, I can’t recommend highly enough.
The sense of a special event is enhanced with ‘Moon Above, Sun Below’ . . . The Pale Communion track is one of the band’s most complex, and until this week, had never been performed live . . . the drum ‘n’ bass ‘n’ organ break is thrilling, and as the band crash in, one of Opeth’s most transcendent studio moments is electrifyingly recreated.
Bag-obscured face, blank stony glare: a relaxed, suited everyman. Tall-ceilinged, oppressive room. Human, seated, watches the reaper beckon the faceless bagman’s reflection which waves. The monkey is out of the cage, and immortalized in stone. Akercocke’s songs reflect these unsettling juxtapositions. . .
After missing Nargaroth and Absu on the same bill back in June, it was great to get to another of Aeon Promotions trademark big shows with a stacked line-up of extremity. And it was a blast of a night. . .









