Album Review: Ad Nemori – “Akrateia”

Ad Nemori - Akrateia

When it comes to music, we tend to go for things we already know. Humans are creatures of habit and we enjoy what we like because it’s familiar and it doesn’t require a lot of processing power. After all, it’s easier to listen to an album that we know for sure we are going to like than dedicate time to something that we aren’t sure we are going to enjoy. This was my dilemma with Ad Nemori’s Akrateia, an album that on the surface sounded like something I would enjoy but was hesitant to do so because traditional death metal is not a genre I seek often. However, I enjoy atmosphere on an album — especially when done correctly — so I decided to give this album a go. Continue reading

Album Review: In Thousand Lakes – “Evolution”

In Thousand Lakes - Evolution

If a band comes out with a name that reminds you of a country mainly known for its massive metal exports, two things come to mind: a) they’re from that specific country; or b) they’re paying tribute to the country in some way, whether through their instrumentation or through their songwriting. In Thousand Lakes‘ case, a band hailing from Spain, seems to fall into the second category, but they’re also (very pointedly) bringing loads of that sweet Swedish melodeath into the mix on Evolution. Continue reading

Album Review: White Ward – “Love Exchange Failure”

White Ward - Love Exchange Failure

Smoke curls from a lit cigarette, set against the ashtray. Heightening the smell of perfume wafting throughout the room. It’s not unpleasant – you are familiar with the scent, after all – but there’s something else with Love Exchange Failure from White Ward. Something coppery, tied to the perfume, almost beckoning the curious to take a closer look. And you do, on pure impulse, because there’s something so compelling about how this scene is set that you can’t seem to articulate. That coppery smell turns out to be blood, and the trail it leads to your own dead body on the floor. It can’t be; after all, you are alive. Coming closer, you notice the intricate markings on the body, ones that you don’t see on your own. The marks look self-inflicted, as if your dead doppelgänger had scratched itself to bits, and you can’t help your fascination of the details. They swirl around the body’s forearm, making a slow rise to the shoulders. They look delicate, but you can see they were dug deep in the flesh. You wake up from visions of your dead body and the marks down your arms, making sure that you don’t have them yourself, and then shake your head, wondering what kind of internalization was going through your mind while you slept. Continue reading

The Path to Paradise Begins in Hell – Addendum, Part I

The Path to Paradise Begins In Hell

It’s been a hot minute since I wrote anything for the column. I have been trying to take things easy in the meantime, but life has been fucking with me. Not only has it been giving me more things to be concerned about, but has led to a worsened mental state and a depressive episode to boot. Don’t worry, though – I am feeling a lot better and I am in a better place mentally. With that in mind, we can now move towards talking about the leftover albums I didn’t have time to discuss. Continue reading