In Dante’s Inferno, the second circle begins the proper punishment of Hell, a place where “no thing gleams.” It is reserved for those overcome with Lust, where carnal appetites hold sway over reason. In Nine Circles, it’s where we do shorter reviews of new (ish) albums that share a common theme.
In today’s edition of Second Circle we take a look at the latest releases from grind legends, who happen to share a magnificent collaborative past (Gridlink, Hayaino Daisuki) and have now reached stunning creative apexes with their respective new albums. Whether it is pure serendipity or part of a divine plan that these albums are released on the same day only adds to their allure. So let’s dive head first into the unhinged brilliance of Takafumi Matsubara and No One Knows What The Dead Think. Continue reading
Before doom became the cool thing, the most extreme end of its spectrum was positively terrifying. Before hordes of amp worship bands, before two-cent Electric Wizard clones with gear that costs more than the van it’s hauled in, before seemingly every new “doom” band was basically layered feedback with screams on top, before needlessly prolific outfits started churning out one collaboration right after another and captured the ears of millenials who are oblivious to the development of extreme metal and its past…. there was Khanate. Their self-titled debut scared the living hell out of me when I was 16, and even amidst the current scene’s Primitive Mans and The Bodys (Do I conjugate that to the proper plural or not?), Khanate is still the most grippingly bleak and abrasive band in doom metal, even after their demise. Continue reading