I didn’t go as crazy on the turkey this year like I have in the past which means I’ve been comfortable ever since turkey day. I know that some of you can’t say the same and for you I say: “been there, done that and it sucks.” I am, however, going crazy over all the great new metal we have this week and I’ve got a feeling you will too. Let’s get to it: Leading us off is the absolutely merciless and militant death metal from NC’s In-Defilade on their second full length Elude, exquisite atmospheric black metal is what Almyrkvi have to offer on their debut full length Umbra, on their second full length, Pelon Neljäs Valtakunta, Kohti Tuhoa offer up twelve tracks of blistering punk / hardcore and rounding out the top spots this week is the masterfully chaotic and avant-garde black metal of Thantifaxath on Void Masquerading as Matter. In this one paragraph extreme metal is more than well represented but, as always, we have so much more to get into. Dive in and enjoy these desserts instead of those leftovers you were just about to polish off. Continue reading
This is a sentiment I repeat over and over, but Iceland is producing some of the best metal the world over right now. While still a relatively new name in the global game, the artists condensed into the tiny country are pushing the boundaries of what black metal can be in ways that others have only hinted at. This year alone we have a split from Sinmara and Misthyrming, another standalone EP from Sinmara, and a new Svartidaudi EP keeping the scene in cultural focus, and capitalizing on that momentum is Almyrkvi, who are releasing their debut full-length album Umbra. Continue reading
This was a weird week. Maybe I’m on my own in this opinion but it seems like the general population has lost their minds all of a sudden or been hijacked by aliens. On the road, walking down the street, ordering food, you name it, NO ONE pays attention anymore and it’s as annoying as twenty ass pimples, all at once. Ok, that’s out of my system but you came for new metal and we have plenty of it this week. Full of Hell kicks things off this week with a scorching statement on Trumpeting Ecstacy and to put it simple, this album is full of awesome (nope, couldn’t help myself). Next up is Exuvia from The Ruins of Beverast and while it is another amalgamation of black metal and doom the band continues their experimental touch and come away with another triumph of an album. Moving along, Drug Honkey offers up their wickedly nasty gutter death on Cloak of Skies, I’ve never been a junkie but this could be a fitting soundtrack to a trip. And Snares of Sixes get all proggy/avant-garde on us with their genre bending debut EP Yeast Mother: An Electroacoustic Mass. With that, the opening four are down and you know the drill, dive in below for tons more metal. Continue reading
The Ruins of Beverast have been a ride-or-die band for me since the first time I heard them. Their career spans fourteen years and (now) five full length albums, during which time they have never been anything but unapologetically their own entity among the metal scene. Whether it’s the crushing doomed black metal of Rain Upon the Impure, the full-on riff assault of Blood Vaults (which I will go to bat for every single time, nay-sayers be damned), or the re-shaping of classic songs by Dead Can Dance and Depeche Mode on Enchanted by Gravemould, Alexander von Meilenwald has built a legacy on daring experimentation that wins his music either shining praise or confused head shakes. For my money, the Ruins are a band that I can turn to time and time again, no matter what I am in the mood for, and find something that satisfies me. I’m extremely pleased then, to be able bring you a double feature of new material from this cult classic: an EP, Takitum Tootem!, and a new full length, Exuvia, that both showcase the entirety of their sound, and feature some of the best material in the band’s illustrious catalog. Continue reading
Blackened doom metal has a small kvlt following. Few bands like the approach a great deal, but when it is played without shenanigans, it is no ordeal for the listener.
Morast’s Ancestral Void is an album quite like that. It is morose, suffocating, entrenching. It is a fall from a harrowing flight down a plumbing depth of sorrow without hope of ever returning. Continue reading