Welcome to another Saturday mixtape series. This week, Josh has you covered with all the new death metal singles dropped this week plus Wailin’ Storms’ gothy noise rock for good measure, Ian drops a few names I haven’t thought about in a hot minute, and I will be providing you with the 14 minute bummer jams as my brand dictates. Turn on, tune in, and drop out at the link below.
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 →
Jesus what a week. I thought I might be done eulogizing after Neil Peart’s tragic passing, and then immediately following that post I found out Sean Reinert passed away. I’ve never made it a secret that Human is my favorite death album, and as much as I love everything Chuck does, it’s because that album has what is, in my opinion, his best backing band. The Reinert/Masvidal/DiGiorgio combination that lead to songs like “Together As One” and “Lack of Comprehension” was incomparably important to the world of heavy music, to say nothing of Reinert and Masvidal’s accomplishments in Cynic on top of that. Heavy music lost nothing short of an icon, one of the best drummers in the game and a tireless voice for acceptance and inclusion in the world of heavy metal. I’ll be feeling this loss for quite some time, but we can and will still celebrate the work Sean left us with. — (ed.) And, of course, Reed Mullin, RIP and fly on brother. Death needs to take a break.