The Color 8 "Foot On The Gas" (2022)

 

This Arizona based four piece, The Color 8, are a somewhat eclectic assembly of talents. These musicians may revel in one anothers company but for this listener, their musical inspirations feel left behind in the past, as opposed to being nostalgic or revivalist. Little new is offered with many metallic riffs offering similar once aggressive tones to the likes of Cypress Hill's crossover, or Ice T's classic Body Count.

Its all driven forward by loose, dirty distortion guitar riffs, Rap and Metal collides with the spirit of their encounter around the late nineties early naughts. For that alone I'll find a stronger connection than most. Even appealing to my personal tastes, this five track struggles. Half rapped, half shouted hooks rarely land and the swift dexterous rap verses lack a spark on personality in the wake of rappers that came before.

WTFU is possibly the albums best track. Social politically charged, dropping in with bouncy riffs on the chorus, harmonic guitar noise licks for the verses. Its great but all from the Rage Against The Machine playbook. I could drone on with details and specifics but ultimately a lack of something original shining through really hinders the mediocrity. I've checked out their other material online and its clear they are talented, capable of so much more than this dulled rusty Rap Metal revival.

Rating: 2/10

Clipping "CLBBNG" (2022)

Still one to keep an eye on, even remixes of Clipping classics set for the club scene were a curiosity. The 90s sounds of Dance, House, Acid and even a soft sniff Big Beat make sturdy foundations for modern aesthetics. Producer Jonathan Snipes has made great of the source material. I would not of guessed the finessed story raps of Daveed Diggs could suit this mold. Kicking off with Nothing Is Safe, the soft synth tunes and shuffling percussion vibes well with his raps. Its second of four, Drop Low, follows along as an instrumental alternative take of the first track.

Things get interesting on Get Mine, kicking off the unforgettable alarm clock, its obnoxious grate is cut up and rearranged with groove alongside the percussion and Acid synth leads. Its counterweight of chopped up effeminate vocals go back and forth, finding interesting overlaps and a reference to Cypress Hill along the way. It would of been nice to hear more raps in the project. The final track samples the "drop that game on them" insistently, as dirty baselines rumble and pivot with bright piano chords and cheery child choir singing among an arsenal of animated sound effects.

As volume one of hopefully more, hearing this style meld with Digg's raps would be a treat. This installment offers just a glimpse of that, the rest of the material lays more on the shoulders of Snipes's own creativity. He is class at what he does but that middle ground could be better explored. There is clearly an interesting chemistry.

Rating: 4/10

Den Sorte Død "Depressiv Magi" (2022)

 

 Depressiv Magi, a fitting name for these steady solemn strolls through the pale. Its six chapters fragment all differing increments of funeral gloom and lonely wonders. Its bleak exterior, a dominating aesthetic, casts a forlorn prison to the minuscule glow within. Its stoic charm and glimpses of effervescence, caged, dragged and smothered by a nostalgic doom. Although the duo wrestle on occasion, its darkness that wins out.

Comprised of Dungeon Synth and Berlin School electronics, a textural affair is to be enjoyed. Foggy, fidelity diminishing Low Fi ideals rub against the precision of angular buzz, sine and saw wave oscillations. The two find a unison in unraveling songs where their composition and chemistry is apt. Although its often humanistic Dungeon Synth tones that represent escape from the glumness, they interweave rolls, creating quite the spectacle of impressive musicianship and craft.

Den Evindelige Skygge opens the record with a lurching sense of unease before its title track rebirths the tonal theme to reveal dire tensions. From here much of the relief is abandoned as these chilly, joyless atmospheres turn grave, often punctuated by driving percussive strikes that call out from the dark. Depressiv Magi is a well executed project but limited in scope it suits a particular mood.

Rating: 5/10

Regina Spektor "Home, Before And After" (2022)

 

Six years have whizzed by since Remember Us To Life. An impression was left, one of age and fragility, a beautiful moment of vulnerability captured on Obsolete. That emotive power of honest introspection has felt absent on this newest venture. Regina goes through the motions with embellished instrumentals, a far cry from the origins of her lone voice and piano. Still singing in her cutesy quirky cadence of whispers and wordplay, the synergies between intention and expression seem bold and obvious.

Home, Before And After mostly struggles with if that synergy clicks. Each song has its own character, often emphasized more by the extended array of warm instrumental sounds than Regina herself. On-boarding lavish string sections and 80s Synth Pop tones among others, the album cycles through bright and varied aesthetics. So often do they burst to life with emphasis and purpose, as if to say the words not spoken.

Its simplest song, Raindrops, was my favorite. Just her delicate voice and a soft piano. Humming tunes along the way, the endearing Regina emerges in her element. Many of the other songs have these humble beginnings too. Yet they often stray into the crescendo, a need to swell and bloom in extravagant conclusion. From a song writing perspective, its well orchestrated but on this outing the big production stripped out her charming personality. The instrumentals seem to drain Regina's unique vibe. They drift away from the magic, a soft, subtle and calming setting she is more suited too.

Rating: 5/10

Municipal Waste "Electrified Brain" (2022)

 

I may be mistaken but I believe Municipal Waste were among the first of this modern nostalgic Thrash Crossover "revival". Its no new trick nowadays, the access and availability of music today has inspirations run amuck in all directions. I was introduced to the American thrashers at Download Festival 2008. Despite a fantastic live show full of mad mosh pits and crowd surfers armed with surf boards, I never brought into their studio records. Having forgotten the mediocrity of Slime And Punishment, It was only a passing curiosity that brought me here.

Electrified Brain had me in its grasp from the first spin. Unlike prior efforts, its crisp, clear and cutting production aided its mission. Along with a fully fledged arsenal of classic Thrash and Crossover riffs, the two push the bands ideals to about as good as it could get. Pulling no unsurprising punches, the galloping speed and chugging chops of 80s Metal was set to to strike a nerve. With filtered cuts rarely exceeding three minutes, the fourteen tracks get to rattle wall to wall off five years of curation.

The main distinctions felt like variety and lead guitars. Although operating within a strict blueprint, the rotating shouts, screams and gang vocals kept things fresh and exciting as the rapid rhythmic abuse was electrified by periodic guitars solos. A handful of song endings struck me as having some momentary but keenly distinct riffs woven in. Perhaps an intentional nod to their eighties Thrash Metal influences? I definitely heard Metallica on more than one occasion.

Despite seeming excellent, its gravitas has dwindled. With frequent spins, my initial excitement has politely dulled. This however feels like a symptom of nostalgic Metal, always competing with your appetite as its novelty wares off. Either way, in times of growing metallic lackluster, it was good fun to head bang again!

Rating: 6/10

Favorite Track: Grave Dive, Crank The Heat

Chaosbay "2 Billion" (2022)

 

With surprise struck off, the stakes were high. As a result, 2 Billion had a harder time leaving its mark. As one of my favorite discoveries this year, Chaosbay swept me up with conviction through their prior Boxes EP. This following four-track fits the mold set earlier in the year, possibly all material for a future album. Rock-steady on the same path, another round of blows is exchanged as high octane Djent Metal explores the dynamics of bow wrapped, polished brutality and bright melodic gleams, present in both glossy synths and through the energized emotive vocals of Jan Listing. Once again, I'm immensely impressed with the song writing and breezy flow of these songs. They swing from hard chugging grooves to soaring tuneful lines with class. Sadly, its all still mostly in the shadow of Periphery who came before them. That lack of originality may explain why they are yet catch a viral wind within the Metal scene.

If there is any distinction to be drawn, the mechanical nature of tight metallic chops and slick production imbues many of the slamming chugs and tightly gated riffs a real sense of "computerization". The bass pedal stomps with precision, in unison with "on off" guitar grooves. Being rigidly syncopated, they sound almost glitched like a record skip. Its satisfying tho, a treat that moves sweetly with the momentum. Furthering this industrious precision, the rhythm section sits up front in the mix, dominating. The magic, in my opinion, mostly stems from the electronic tones layering in an airy ambience and the acoustic guitars that weave in the luscious melodies. Hard to fault, as it works so apparently. I do wonder if more emphasis on this calmer, more uplifting side would serve them well. Either way, they have both aspects locked down.

Rating: 6/10

Autumn's Grey Solace "Therium" (2022)

Another year, another album but alas, my wishes have not come true. Therium continues firmly rooted in an unchanging Ethereal form. Anticipating a familiar lack of novelty and surprise, I approached this newest installment of eight soothing tracks with nothing but warmth for enjoying Autumn's Grey Solace's charm once again.

Shimmering crimson acoustics gleam tranquil melodies once again. Erin offers her sweet wordless drifting as a human compliment to the serinity. Washes of ambiguous guitar effects sparsely chime in. The base guitar occasionally busies upfront with plodding rattles. The percussion keeping pace with simple patterns lacking theatrics.

 Its various shades and timbres seem like a deck of cards shuffled from the back catalog. So to do vocals and melodies conjure deja vu like symptoms. I wouldn't be surprise if previous riffs and notation were simply lifted and interchanged. I'm not suggesting its so but the experience of a new AGS record has become pretty much that. Always welcome but it seems they do not want to explore any new directions.

Rating: 5/10

Darkane "Inhuman Spirits" (2022)

 
For some time I've wanted to get around to this band. Born out of the Swedish Melodic Death Metal scene, I found their Thrash adjacent approach enthralling in my early days of exploring Extreme Metal. Crossing my path in the early naughts at the peak of their freshness, they join a handful of bands that share that inexorable link to youth. All thanks to Nuclear Blast records no doubt, who signed and promoted a lot of decent Metal in that era. After nine years of silence they are still brandishing the same intensity and character with little new to offer. Although I'm keen to hear innovation and new ideas, I'll hand it to them that sticking to their guns worked out for the better against a popular Djent seven string sound you might expect them to onboard.

I'll save my enthusiastic descriptions for another day when nostalgically reflecting on their discography. Although Inhuman Spirits plays to the Darkane sound strictly, its only brief moments of carbon copies that conjure the adrenaline. The lead guitars have its distinct melodic flavor and battering drums team up with the rhythem guitar for choppy, pacey grooves just as before. Its only the vocals that venture into a new territory with fitting deep guttural roars akin to fellow Swede Akerfeldt of Opeth. 

Alas this blog mostly serves as another entry to catalog the memories of a never ending journey. The early Darkane records are far from remarkable but bring enough distinction and character to give them some edge if Melodic Death Metal is your thing. With my apatite for Metal dwindling, this was a nice reminder of their competency. A Spiral To Nothing had some cracking discordant riffs held within, one that stood out. Possibly a better re-emergence than most returns but my excitement was quelled.

Rating: 5/10

Malcolm Horne "Mending" (2022)

 

Shedding the antiquities of Jazz Hop's established union of styles, this third stroke rids itself of percussive burdens. No longer hinged on crunking snare kick grooves and subtle boom bap rhythms, Mending arrives at the source of inspiration. An orchestra of instruments croon. Luscious, resonate and gently woven they harmonize at a place of healing. Soft airy reverbs and atmosphere indulge as soothing calm sweeps over every track. Minimal, spacious percussive lines subtly hold tempo, an evolution felt between Infinity & Volume II. With Mending, a conclusion of that trajectory is met. Malcolm accomplishes inspired moods free from shackles of the genres tropes.

The delicacy of performance is a delight. We are spoiled to baselines hinged on texture and feel, over power and force. Many instruments follow suit, perusing, swaying with persuasion. Capturing the essence, a symphony of minimalist parts amassing a serine outcome. Mending's warm calm is evening sunlight, the yawning death of a beautiful day. Cool airs breeze by, so welcoming in its gentle demeanor. This outing is an inspired refinement on the instrumental magic heard twice before.

Nothing is perfect and for all the praises, Mending does serve its conventions to sooth and relax with formulas. On inspection, the looped nature of compositions emerged, highlighted by instrumental drop ins and outs, a key song structure utilized. Lead instruments are often absent, leaving space in the music for a voice to shine through.

The moments where a guitar solo steps up are grooving, variation aids its purpose. Like before though, they cropped up before fade outs. Grander directions would be very welcome but perhaps not as suited as one might imagine. Lastly, the Synthwave and 80s Synthpop influences are amiss. Constellations treats us to this charm again but its brief stay perhaps signals the style no longer has a place. Quite a shame as I enjoyed this take greatly yet its absence makes sense given what Mending is, a cohesive record of introspective healing. This is definitely my favorite of the three.

Rating: 8/10

Carpenter Brut "Leather Terror" (2022)

 

Its gritty and grisly, a leather clad clenched fist, the blood stained blade and lack of face to identify this anonymous gruesome demeanor... An apt fit for the nightly wailing music that awaits. Sticking firmly by an established, yet darker Synthwave aesthetic, Leather Terror gets pulled on the dusky, nefarious path as sinister symphonic themes and bouts of pounding aggression permeate the overarching mood on this outing.

I'll admit, engagement dwindled. Quite often is cruise control engaged. Sharp pulsing kick snare grooves crusade over devilish synths that hit hard with intense tones and gruesome half melodies hinged on deep groaning textures. They recycle and strike on a similar vein. This string of songs sways between a dread driven demeanor, then contrasted with typical 80s, upbeat Synthpop. Sometimes its thematic transition are jarring, if not for instrumental consistency but the writing reveals itself.

This record is a notably more collaborative project. Ulver returns again for another sublime union on lofty moment of calm. Gunship, Greg Puciato, Persha and Sylvaine led their vocal chords too. Unlike previous mixed results, they all gel well with the song writing vision. The musics power gets by on instrumentals alone but Leather Terror has its harmonious voices in the balance. Interestingly, its conclusive track goes Metal with Jonka bringing both terrifying ghoulish screams and full on metallic drumming to the mix. Its an interesting genre crossroads. Haunting organs fuse the two in a fiery contentious conclusion, by an artist inching closer towards infernal damnation.

 Rating: 6/10

Post Malone "Twelve Carat Toothache" (2022)

 

Its all to easy to over-analyze, dissect and buy into ones own critical thought. As one of popular musics most illuminated figures, Post Malone's music arrives through a lens of impact and relevance. This initially soured my experience. With a lack of obvious growth, new dimension or creative streak to latch onto, it seemed Twelve Carat Toothache was a firm disappointment. Post's unique vocal manipulation, now fine tuned to a peak, the day-dreaming instrumental glow and trendy hi-hat shuffling Trap inspired beats routine to a fault. It all seemed like a safe bet at first glance.

I'm glad I stuck with it. Some records just take a few extra spins to get going, ya know? I've now found the soundtrack to my summer. Its lyrical struggles deal with the double edged sword of fame, the ills of alcohol and mental health battles with his musical creativity. Despite this, glossy overtones and breezy reverbs stream a wealth of warm, thick melodies, track after track. Whenever an attentive glance gives thought to his embattled words, a darker tone is felt. Only on a couple of instrumentals do they manifest through tension and soft dreariness in mood. Otherwise, a sunny record.

The poor response from journalists seems warranted. A flawed record, forged in a thickle moment for Post. Despite this, its presence holds. This string of songs has an ambience, it holds its slick smoothness gracefully, the brightest of hooks bursting out between plenty of interlude paced moments. He still has his knack, its just used sparingly. Not a jam packed set of songs but its pacing works in a casual way.

Nestled right at the end is an absolute banger. The Weeknd once again features and brings the 80s Synthwave inspired aesthetic along for the ride. He frequently provides great songs to other artists and must be killing it with this approach of on-boarding listeners to your sound through features. Anyways, final thoughts? Its a mixed record in terms of what lands. Its percussion-less songs often a weaker cut yet its glossy tone and warm dreamy mood lets it drift by with an ease I can get onboard with.

Rating: 6/10

Kirk Hammett "Portals" (2022)

 

If your as surprised as I am to hear of a Kirk Hammett solo record, then you're probably keenly aware that Metallica have had a strong no side projects policy. This attitude of total commitment played its part in the rift with then bassist Jason Newstead, leading to his departure. Times change and so do people. Unaware of any official policy chance, I think its fair to assume that in their age, attitudes have subsided. The result? The unleashing of a talent only previously heard through the Metallica lens. Kirk going solo is a delightful difference where Metal meets Classical for a cinematic experiences, four short portals into the realms of imagination.

As one might expect, you can hear the echo's of Metallica in its steely riffs and blazing guitar solos rocking Hammett's distinct style, the latter being quite a treat at times. Its not what stuns me about these songs tho. The instrumentation between metallic stints, strings, violin, horns etc. Its all orchestrated with vision, painting vivid dramatic scenes that emote, brood and evolve alongside Kirk's licks. How much of this classical composition is his own genius? A curiosity to wonder upon as it is quite adept.

 Much of this is said with Maiden And The Monster in mind. The whole composition is fantastically dynamic, gently building to climax with big chunky riffs, icy guitar solos, all built with chilling acoustics shimmering of The Call of Ktulu. The Jinn continues on trajectory but midway into the song, sketchy riffs on a brittle guitar tone disconnects from the subtleties of its cinema with an unfavorable Death Magnetic flavor.

High Plains Drifter reclaims glory, a Western piece echoing The Ecstasy Of Gold. Truly wonderful and immersive but then The Incantation leans on classic Sabbath vibes without success. Its an attempt at something broody and devilish that only Hammett's remarkable, epic solos can elevate. To be fair, its the main riff that leaves a sour taste. The rest of this exquisite instrumentation is again both remarkable and fascinating. Ironically Portals shows their is much more to Kirk than just a lead guitarist but its not rhythm that is his game. The unique blend with orchestration is class. His "big" metallic riffs play stiff and sadly muddy the waters, but its brief at least.

Rating: 6/10

Warpaint "Radiate Like This" (2022)

 If this title were literal, then one would glow. With radiance in abundance, a deep warmth, a crooning sway, Warpaint resonate sensuality with this casually persuading swoon of blissful songs. Its ten cuts ooze with luscious ease as dreamy aesthetics drift by. Captive to Emily Kokal's gentle endearing voice, she rides the soulful breeze her compassionate presence creates. This performance makes the record whole. For all the gorgeous instrumentation, vibeing in the lofty heat of an easy chemistry. She steps boldly into each song with a tender soul, soft in tone yet powerfully charming.

Once labeled as a Post-Punk band, its only the forward baselines, punching high notes on the fretboard that resemble the umbrella sound. With calming beats, loose grooves and shuffling hi-hat rattles, a subtle percussive performance houses all other instruments from a quiet yet foundational roll. The acoustic guitars, in dense washes of reverberation, gel with keys and electronics. Swept up in a swelling production, the atmosphere of each song punctuates a soulful, dreamy mood with stunning ease. Its tone is part Ethereal, part Dream Pop with a light touch of Shoegaze indulgence.

Radiate Like This is far from perfect however. Navigating all ebbs and flows, frequent detours into halve measures of the magic occur. Often when Kokal is withdrawn the spark is dulled. Despite this, the allure is ever present. A soothing persuasion pulls one in as simple melodic loops revel in the dense ambience they sink through with echos and reverb effects dialed to perfection. The aesthetics and textures are stunningly captured by the group who self produced the record. Its a triumph, as the best cuts, again championed by Kokal, hit the sweetest groove after every repetition.

Rating: 8/10

Blut Aus Nord "Disharmonium - Undreamable Abysses" (2022)

Not every band has to bring something new to the table, especially when in a stride most appetizing to the listener. Blut Aus Nord's latest rapture of nefarious psychedelic hallucinations was initially intoxicating but in the shadows of unflinching familiarity, tit turned into a moody slog of unruly madness, churning away in the background. That's not to be dismissive of Disharmonium, its charm simply wore off rather swiftly.

If not familiar with this sound however, it would be a welcome invitation to the maniacal delirium these French veterans conjure. Far evolved from the fundamentals of Black Metal, the duo compose unraveling sways of reality shattering sounds. Their unsettled atmospheres brood through melodies that slip through the fingers, melting away through pitch shifts as if physical reality is falling apart. Its a few keen ideas that foster this rich, dense tapestry of mental mood, always on an unpredictable move.

Slow and meandering, ever shifting direction, the percussion rarely holds down a groove or pattern for long. It too sways in stuttering intensity, following the cues signaled by its bleeding, oozing wash of melody. The duality is wondrous as the dark unrevealing of damaged consciousness is explored within bleak walls. Despite the record having a rather consistent aesthetic and tempo, the ideas explored are so well executed that its seven songs serve one continual plunge into the abyss of the mind.

I'd struggle to pick out a favored song, or even moment. It feels as if everything has been crafted to offer no anchor or reference points. You are always in the perpetual motion as demonic voices call from the depths of its lofty tone. So to do swells of high guitar notation sometimes puncture through, however its no bright guitar solo but often a breakout expression that is swiftly engulfed. I love the maniacal madness this pair have created, this one was fun but as described quickly lulled in its familiarity.

Rating: 6/10

Kendrick Lamar "Mr.Morale & The Big Steppers" (2022)

 

 Spoiled by the swift succession of Damn from To Pimp a Butterfly, A patient five year wait returns this generations goat on yet another artistic stride, an expressive streak manifesting into a lengthy double LP. With no doubts to his genius, Kendrick navigates his life through introspective expression whilst drawing a broader through-line with societal issues. That seems to be the key structure with Mr.Morale, many difficult issues are tackled. From racism to transphobia, child abuse and molestation, Kendrick takes on hard topics, often putting himself front and center. Relating from his own life experiences to society at large, he candidly displays both the good and bad of himself in a morale challenging framework. Hence the name, Mr.Morale, examines it all.

With a meaty seventy five minute sequence through eighteen tracks, reoccurring themes and melodic jingles tie together a broad depth of topics. As described, they seem to resurface flipping between the two perspectives, personal and external. With his lyricism refined for substance, it rarely passes by without food for thought. Each listener will find their own moments of both tension and insight across its spectrum.

Production wise, this is a tight craft of snappy beats that lean on a talented array of musicians. It keeps the music organic and expressive while still retaining a percussive Rap energy for Kendrick and his guests to lay down fiery verses where apt. Woven between, the music ebbs and flows into cinematic calms and dramatic tensions ushered in by classic instrumentation. Scenic emotive strings and pianos brake out with their own voice. It sways from the repetition of beats with expansive interludes.

Some personal highlights include the excessive cursing of We Cry Together. A blunt exploration of relationship and communication skills that life's struggles wear thin between couples. The piano loop brilliantly expounds its brittle, hostile energy as it releases tension in the songs pivoting conclusion. Auntie Diaries is an honest exploration of gender identity within his own family. The warmth Kendrick emanates is endearing, getting across his simple, compassionate acceptance for others.

On the flip side, the "reverse racism" of Worldwide Steppers is a contentious eyebrow raiser deserving of deeper examination. That alongside his addressing of an incident shared with a white female fan on stage seem less clear and vague. I haven't studied the lyrics but they are certainly packaged for shock value in their striking delivery. Again he grapples with his actions and the backlash from media and fans alike.

In comparison to his previous albums, the length of Mr.Morale does feed into a broad range of experiences that become a little less distinct, more like a lengthy mood. Each listen has been enjoyable but with that less punchy, pointed tracks you can point to as the peaks. My ultimate takeaway? Kendrick is still sharp and keen, reveling in his expressive capability. We should be ready for more as his talent seems in-exhausted in this, his fifth full length. Not quite as high as he sailed before but certainly class.

Rating: 8/10

Puppy "Pure Evil" (2022)

Sophomore albums can be tricky and after soaring high on their debut The Goat, the trio return with a mixed bag of treats. As the Pure Evil name suggests, one can find a through line of esoteric themes prying into witchcraft, occultism and nightly mischief. With the tone of their music, the lyrics comes across with a toying playfulness as they avoid all the cheesy exaggerated tropes usually associated satanic oriented music.

Opening with the sludgy, brooding Shining Star, the band establish the doomy aspect of the records tone, only to curtail it swiftly with The Kiss. The song alone is a masterpiece unto itself. Capturing rays of sun through shapely, hazy riffs, a summery Smashing Pumpkins magic is birthed again. Its quite the contrast as a uplifting song peaked by groovy pinch harmonic riffs and a delightful gleaming guitar solo.

My Offer and Wasted Little Heart continue on, subtly darkening the path, the later offering up some beautifully crafted moments of space for a chunky guitar palm mute to inhabit with its delightful texture. Its from this point on that Pure Evil starts to wain as the moody, brooding side of their sound takes a stronger presence. With less flash and flair from the guitars, the tone increasingly focuses on its own colorful gloom.

 

This feels emphasized by the vocal harmonization of Norton and Michael, the duo have an interesting chemistry built on honesty and a strained sincerity which excels when the music is bright and colorful. Being slightly off key and raw, they provide an exciting contrast but as the record shifts into a darker string of shadowy, nefariously themed songs, its potency ends up drained and sucked into the rainy tone.

Despite this, there are plenty of exciting riffs, evoking nostalgia for 90s Alternative, Grunge and Metal, always standing on there own legs. Sometimes their ideas don't quite land. The tempo pivot on Wasted Little Heart throws hails to Thrash Metal but doesn't go anywhere. They try a similar trick on Spellbound and land it wonderfully with an epic but brief wailing guitar solo. Its a minor blemish but there are a few two many musical ideas that don't seem to follow up on the shown potential.

All in all, for this listener the theme wasn't enough to spark some magic out of the gloomy tone this record explores. When luminous and bursting with energy the music is captivating. Its dreary side, although wondrous in patches like the dreamy, ethereal, acoustic gloss of Dear John, gets a bit tiring. The riffs stale, the existing chemistry gets stretched. Far from terrible but a half step back in my opinion.

Rating: 7/10

Rammstein "Zeit" (2022)

 

Have Rammstein found their footing again? Three years on from the untitled record with a pandemic wedged in-between, they would have had any excuse for another long absence, as bands quite often do with age. Zeit is a potent return, musicians in stride, armed with new inspirations. Their classic fist pumping Industrial Metal might comes with a measure of maturity and atmosphere. The expectant stomps of chunky mechanical groove take more of a backseat alongside brooding emotive tracks. Slow, scenic strides of soft textures, pianos and synths, bubbling up into swells of expansive guitar distortion seems a common format this time out. It feels refreshing.

The eleven songs play so wonderfully for the album experience as the pacing ebbs and flows between its soft and hard edges with plenty of moody melodies and righteous riffs along the journey. The powerful, deep and clearly enunciated voice of Till Lindemann commands the ship on its voyage. I adore his presence, having not looked up any translations, his animated delivery is mysterious and draws one in like a magnet. On occasion I find my own meanings in the drama of his delivery. Then there's the blemish of Lugen, where Till experiments with auto-tune and the results seem.... out of tune? The manipulations are dreadful, untimely, distorting what seemed like moments of personal emotional magnitude. Perhaps that is the point?

Dickie Titten, a title I don't think I'll translate, has another experimental curiosity that I'm not entirely sure works. On the third repetition of its design, these anthemic horns drop in with playful circus vibes. It gives me the impression of having more significance, as is lifted from some historical German song. Anyways, all in all Zeit is a fine construct, a much more "accessible" record with a production that frequently drops the distortion guitars out, putting less emphasis on the heavy, more so on the craft and subtler synth melodies. The good news is the songwriting is fine and its sways from Industrial groove to broody atmospheres keeps one engaged from front to back.

Rating: 7/10

The Gathering "Beautiful Distortion" (2022)

 

Presently decades beyond the youthful beauty of their magnum opus Mandylion, my excitement for the group has vanished in the wake of Beautiful Distortion. Now eight years on from their last release, Its occurred to me how little of The Gathering I know beyond Always... and their aforementioned classic. No longer with the vibrant charm of Anneke van Giersbergen leading way, her replacement, the Norwegian Silje Wergeland, has quite a similar temperament, softness and power. Until research before writing, I thought of Anneke's performance as underwhelming and dragged down by the drab and dull character of the accompanying instrumentals.

Sadly, nothing about the record sticks. Mostly unfolding in six minute stints, the eight songs are all mid-tempo strolls across tame, paled atmospheres. Its as if the group are seeking the epic, a beautiful destination manifested through the gentle brooding of its inoffensive instruments. It rarely manifests as such, perhaps We Rise comes close with its gristly guitar pushing some shadowy weight against the light. The rest of the material meanders within itself as softer guitar distortions seek a resonance with the otherwise smooth setting. The dynamic rarely pushes into any interesting territory.

As a form of toned down Post-Rock, these songs simply pool together some passable ideas that dabble and drone in lengthy repetitions where the atmosphere just doesn't amount to much. It gets quite shaky on the last two songs as the worst ideas manifest a rather inoffensive temperament into something quite amateur, reminiscent of a local band who cant hear themselves. My words may be harsh but the music was deafeningly dull, lacking any gusto, spirit or ambition. Its been disappointing but also a reminder to get to know their older records some more. That I can be thankful for!

Rating: 2/10

Meshuggah "Immutable" (2022)

 

The Swedish extremity is back! This ninth installment Immutable has been out for over a month now. In that time Ive spun it plenty, trying to let this record settle in a little deeper before sharing my thoughts. Why you ask? Because this band have in all likelihood had the biggest influence on the shape of modern Metal. Pioneering the use of virtual drum rigs, reshaping guitar tones with amp modeling, the popularization of seven and eight string guitars, most of all, the so called poly-rhythms. Meshuggah have carved an undeniable legacy among musicians and fans in the know. That reputation perhaps soured my expectancy of more fresh ground to be conquered that The Violent Sleep of Reason, released six years back, sadly did not offer.

As a lengthy one hour bludgeoning of deafening groove, incessant percussive pounding and hypnotic rhythmic sways, Immutable surfaces now as a more encompassing record that reflects back over the bands trajectory. Little is new is offered. The tweaking of tone and subtle realignment of their now formulated brutal aesthetic goes to battle with new mathematical ideas. Chopped and twisted riffs hide their numeric patterns in a vortex of overlapping measures, techniques and chugs that tend to loose that simplistic primal charm in a pursuit of new complexities.

Wedged between the new ideas, or lack of, the record shines when the group fall back onto previously explored tones and ideas. Reaching as far back as Nothing, the last two decades of ideas reemerge with riffs, grooves and textures that could easily slip back into those eras. Its not the soul focus but seemingly a regular intervals the dulled bludgeoning gives way to familiarity. This manifests best with lead guitarist Fredrik Thordendal's fantastical, zaney, mesmerizing alien melodies. On a couple of occasions the vibes reach back even further into the 90s stretch of their back catalog.

 Stripped of its bloat and stretches of monotony, this could of been quite the satisfying experience yet sadly a lot of the runtime feels stale. Many grindy section pound away lengthily with the best arriving from the overlapping with those alien lead guitars. Ironically the lengthiest They Move Below instrumental is one of the best tracks. Its scaling nature meanders and adventures through tricksy grooves and timings that go far beyond the droning low end groove. The albums shortest, Black Cathedral, plays like a guitar tone demo that got left in by mistake. The closer Past Tense is a nice throw back to previous acoustic works but not terribly interesting.

Haven given it a fair time to sink in, its clear these musicians can still churn out what they do so well. Keeping it fun and exciting but as expected seeking to expand on this with complexity just doesn't work. The best riffs and moments seemingly always come from the easier to digest time signatures and primal groove that made records like obZen pound so hard. I am definitely glad I gave this one adequate time but my conclusion is id much prefer a trimmed down version.

Rating: 6/10

Vince Staples "Ramona Park Broke My Heart" (2022)

 

With a talkative tone and casual cadence, Vince returns on this forth outing spinning his introspective thoughts on a breezy laid back vibe. To say business as usual would understate the emotional weight and expressions from this insightful artists. Again, stories and perspectives are told through the personas he inhabits. Lacking the spark a new dimension can bring, the familiarity of his attitude and lyrics lets one swiftly fall into the easy groove the record presents. Its a slow riding, G-Funk inspired chill out where 808s and percussive beats pop low key and the instrumentals croon gently on the subdued, sleepy leaning vibes that drift by with an eerie lack of tension.

I'm not sure if its in contrast to the gravity of topics discussed in his lyrics as there is a lot of pride and warmth expressed where Vince often uses his words to peers into social ills and societal issues. His words make this record feel more personal than the tales of prior projects. His cadence, which at its sturdiest still seems casual, can slip into a breathy effortless slew of words that almost seems intentionally lazy. The vibe is spot on however! These dreamy toned down beats play right into his hand.

The result is a soothing lofty warmth that drifts by yet any attention given to his words reveals a deeper meaning. I love how he can wrap the most potent words into simple lines and expressions to emphasis a narrative. Its almost in rebellion to overworked rhymes and clever wordplay. Vince uses just a drop of poetry and the apt moments so effortlessly. Seemingly much of it plays of as train of thought, ringing of the thoughts directly but a little study often reveals something a little deeper. I do think some of the Ramona Park Broke My Heart's depth does hinge on its authenticity. Are these more personal tales? Either way, its a very easy to enjoy record.

Rating: 7/10