Ah yes. On time, once again. I know you missed that Monday fix but at least you got it by Friday and what can I say, life you know. Anyway, last week was fairly packed but this week? Ha, PACKED like a huge moving truck with new metals so let’s get to it. Smoulder, who had one of the biggest trad metal hits of last year are back with an EP and it has bonus materials, score. Spectral Lore and Mare Cognitum team up on a fiery foray into astral black metal, Lychgate continue their wicked take on all things extreme, and The Goners put the good time in fuzz fueled doom. As always, much more to follow so crack that can of whoop ass and enjoy. Continue reading
Yep. Way late with this but life, folks. So, we’ll make it a ‘stuff that comes out today or already out’ kinda thing and we’ll hit the highlights to make it quick. Good chance if you happen to be out of the loop so here we go… Scarab hits all the right marks for astonishingly good Egyptian death metal. I mean, if Nile actually were from Egypt, I imagine this is what they’d sound like but all comparisons aside, Scarab stand firmly and violently on their own – go get this NOW. My Dying Bride make a return and it’s a splendidly beautiful, doomy return, Swedeath demons Wombbath are back in the Swesaddle and it hurts so good at high volume, and Pure Wrath offer up another beautiful album in the form of atmospherically epic black metal. Go find all the stuff you missed out on. See you back here in a few days. Continue reading
Devils, Witches, Ghouls, Freaks, and Sinners it’s our time. October is the month where the freak flags fly, inhibitions are at their most transparent, and the most wicked, vile imaginations are out in full force. Take a step back and breathe in that crisp fall air whilst knowing that Devil’s Night is drawing nigh. Oh yea, all that and a bag of chips. New metal. We got it. You need it. GO…
Pacific Northwest death/doom dealers Mortiferum axe their way onto the scene with a dank ass debut that reaches into the chest cavity, grabs the beating heart, and eats it slowly, very slowly. Then, neatly cleans up and moves on to the next victim. Next, on yet another debut, Australia’s Carcinoid vomits forth a hellishly tortured landscape of putrid death metal nasty enough to make its own blood drenched horror movie. Moving on, extreme metal scene veterans Sammath return with their sixth full length of blackened death/war metal and it’s a smorgasbord of insanity just waiting for a victim. Last up top is Blut Aus Nord, whom I’m sure you’ve heard that their latest full length of otherworldly progressive black metal was leaked by some two-bit-asshole so they decided to unleash the digital and yes, you already know it rules. But now, the physical edition is upon us and woe be unto the souls that miss out. Just sayin’. Top four down, much more to come. FEAST… Continue reading
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
How long has it been since I last jumped on one of these? A month or so? …SIX??? Jesus. Guess that means it’s time for me to drink in a more productive capacity for this blog. The good news is that halfway through writing this I’m probably going to pause and walk down to the local record shop to grab a copy of the new Tool album. Do I really feel the need to be there AT MIDNIGHT’S RELEASE? No. But social media has pressured me into thinking I do. Good enough for me. ANYWAY. Tonight I’m sipping on Great Rhythm’s Citrillia and checking out Tenebrae In Perpetuum’s Anorexia Obscura.