The Meters "The Meters" (1969)

 

What a blast from the past! American instrumental Funk outfit The Meters debuted with timeless swagger and groove, an attitude still holding up till this day. Kicking off with Cissy Strut, the stage for jiving licks and crafty rhythmic grooves to swoon and croon is set. Boisterous percussion bangs out easy strides for aged guitars and warm bass to bounce off one another with stabs of intricate Funk melody over strutting baselines. Organ keys shimmer and chime in on occasion, with this unshakable 60s psychedelia aesthetic. The influences of Jazz and Rock from the decades past converge here with attitude to form an unshakable Funk sound.

Its instrumental nature leaves much space for guitars and organs to step up into and lead, expressing human instincts like vocals would. The whole affair feels like a loose jam session. The percussive arrangements tend to loop over endlessly as the rest of the band groove around its firm beat. This leads to many moments of magical chemistry but also detracts musically into moods without direction. A fun experience, yet plays without any overarching theme or sense of arrival beyond favorite tracks.

The Meters starts high and ends with another strident show of swagger on Sing A Simple Song. Whats in between is a mixed bag of goodies tiring somewhat with repetitions. The audio fidelity shows its age too. Guitars and drums peak often, tones blemished and of the age but all with a charm to gives it some edge, a punch that makes it stand out. Being mostly ignorant to this era, its legacy and place within the formation of Funk is unknown to me but I love how embryonic it sounds to my ears. Curiously poised for a new decade it sounds like the emergence of fresh ideas.

Rating: 6/10

Ziggurath "Jungle Majesty" (2023)

 

From Desert Synth, to Jungle Synth, Ziggurath's exotic inspirations turn wet and tropical on this humble second outing. With this friendly incarnation of simple synth arrangements, the music barely resembles Dungeon Synth anymore. Jungle Majesty feels more like a homage to 90s video game soundtracks. With an "at your leisure" pace and ever pleasant mood, the atmosphere conjured is ripe for scene setting.

Further embellishing this era defined soundtrack design inspiration, the simplistic MIDI compositions run stiff with precise timing. Despite this "flaw", a selection of rich virtual instruments, cared for with soft space filling reverbs, somehow washes away that sharp digital precision. Even in its slower paced cuts, of which many have a tortoise like crawl, the aesthetic charm of its gorgeous tonality wins one over.

The song titles are fantastically suggestive, both complimenting imagined events within the game and finding a fun temperament to match. It doesn't lean to heavily into the dark, keeping its light hearted tone throughout. A couple of moments muster more musical layers into compositions with more visual gravitas on occasion. Again its a vague yet fond reminiscence of the worldly Dead Can Dance that can be felt.

The recurring use of some distinctive instruments further highlights the fantastic chemistry at work. Bongo percussion, lone tambourines and voicey choral synth conjure charm again, yet aptly repurposed to this new jungle setting. These new claims to Synth genres are somewhat futile. Jungle Majesty doesn't create new ground but certainly evokes a nostalgic presence fit for enjoyment once again.

Rating: 6/10

Ziggurath "Tales From Southern Realms" (2022)

 

As Dungeon Synth ages, the potential for its maturity and new avenues of evolution is exciting. Despite the possibilities, many branches Ive heard seem a step in front of themselves. The notion and presentation exotic yet execution lacks musical vision. Ziggurath, and the notion of Desert Synth, initially seemed doomed to the latter.

Minimal use of rich tonal virtual instruments, sleepy tambourine and bongo led percussion, the unshakable humanistic choral synths. All too simplistic. My first impressions were as dull and lifeless, as the windswept dunes it was trying to sell.

There are still tracks who's spell seems absent on me. The incessant bird tweet on Assassins In The Courtyard an annoyance. It pulls me from the nightly Ethereal magic, brooding around the saw wave melody, which blossoms into an exotic mystery.

As familiarity settled in, the ancient dusky dune civilizations came to life. Steeped in cultural mystery, lost to the ages, the world building flourished with spurs of foreign instrumental chemistry akin to the delights offered by legends Dead Can Dance.

With ebb and flow, temperaments lull, then pick up pace. A sense of cycle emerges, the lively activity of daytime markets and trade, descending into night as the dangers of moonlit dunes sit softly in the backdrop, awaiting risky adventurous who tempt fate.

The brighter instruments highlight its potent melodies, forging a focal point for the records apt chemistry on this Desert Synth notion. In its calmer spells the minimalism feels lenient on the suggestion but its best sell are the bold, throaty, voicey synths.

They weave in a sense of ritual and spiritual tradition that illuminates a fantasy Egyptian alike culture with esoteric mythology at its core. This is where the record excels, a most gratifying component among a set of songs that work mostly for mood setting. The immersion doesn't quite grab you by the throat but the sell is strong.

Rating: 6/10

Rune Realms "The Snowforest" (2015)

 

Noticing a purposeful theming in both presentation and naming, I decided to pick out this frosty, earlier incarnation by Rune Realms. The Snowforest suffers the shadows of its successors on first impression. Virtual instruments run stiff and seemingly lacking subtleties that eventually blossom as its theme sets in. The embrace is surprisingly calm, summery with a soft stillness. A stoic beauty of awe, a snapshot in time. Setting aside commonly encountered tropes of mother natures harsh cruelties, one observes the timeless majesty of snow blanketed landscapes, dense woods and white fields, forever unchanged in their shiver. Deathly cold, yet here we observe its genuine charm, free from the chains of mortal perils in such severe conditions.

On occasion, the albums steers itself into extended lulls. Deliberate and minimalist it again focuses on noninvasive melodies and chords deliberate in world painting and atmosphere, the strength that Rune Realms offers beyond its counterparts. On this occasion the frosty stillness can be particularly dreary in pace, despite a touch of jollity in its charming aesthetics. This changes with Snow Waltz, a lively piece conjuring gusto to sweep one up into its natural dance. More of this type of tangent on the theme would of been welcome as it explores more possibilities. Despite lacking a curious variety, the record serves its purpose in transforming the minds eye of this listener to vast and awe inspiring landscapes gleaming in the sun, despite the cold.

Rating: 6/10

Rune Realms "Caverns Of Gemfire" (2020)

 

Unlike the aching curiosity and gleams of majestic beauty Secrets Of The Deepwood possesses, Caverns Of Gemfire passes one by with a gently brooding and indifferent unease. Brought about by tensions in softly groaning bass synths, It too lacks a sense of being, intent or presence. The record plays, once again, like scenic explorations. Sites of calm and stillness visited, yet their wonders remain sequestered from contact.

My frame of mind could influence perspectives but I suspect it is not so. Unable to escape the disquiet bass murmurings of Caverns Of A Hidden World, Spire Of Crystal Spirits and Hidden Builders Of Gemstone & Crystal, their is a definite tension reflecting the empty solitude of lonely caves and caverns. Devoid of life and sheltering perilous conditions for such, these atmospheres carry a quiet impersonal hostility.

This darkness fluctuates back and forth with the presence of its plucked instruments. Gleaming harps, crystalized bells and subtle strings of warmth add shimmering spells of mystique to an otherwise cold and inhospitable terrain. One would not wish to be trapped within these spaces, yet through the expression of this crafty musician, another distinct sense of place is arrived upon. Seemingly simple in construct, the emotional magic mother nature provokes is achieved again in auditory form.

Rating: 6/10

96 Bitter Beings "Camp Pain" (2018)

 

Yes, that 96 Quite Bitter Beings, CKY's best known song! Taking on its classic name to signify his artistic intent, Deron Miller went solo a year on from when his former band mates produced The Phoenix. Often credited as the brain child of Camp Kill Yourself's unique persona, my impression of CKY without him was an adequate one, yet with Camp Pain you firmly hear the creative source in action once again.

Although this record wanders into a few odd curiosities, acoustic tangents and Cavalcade Of Pervesion's odd sample snippets interchanging with a synth jam, its mostly a rocking set of songs. They firmly strike the charm that made CKY so charismatic and unique compared to other metallic Rock groups of the time.

Its oddities muddies the pacing, along with a brilliant cover of Micheal Jackson's classic Beat It. Not the first metallic cover, yet they nail it with attitude. Wedged in the middle, it breaks the albums tone as mood is suddenly shifted, rather than being a little icing on top nestled at the end of its runtime like a cover might normally be.

Not to dwell on its inadequacies, Deron's guitar style pairs wonderfully with starchy synths that boldly punch in tuneful contributions, as do his mingled lead and rhythm riffs that ebb and flow with groove and melody. Megadextria nails their early tone, vocals harmonizing with a breezy pace not found to often across its thirty minutes.

Deron's singing comes across a little rugged and aged in patches, not landing like it once would. The Whipping Hands is another track echoing former glory with memorable choppy, galloping melodic riffs, yet not firing on all cylinders. Ultimately, Camp Pain is solid, yet somewhat mixed in the shadow of legacy. It's well worth a listen however, plenty to be enjoyed between compositions less fruitful.

Rating: 6/10

CKY "An Ånswer Can Be Found" (2005)

 

 

Fond for a touch of nostalgia and youthful memories, I thought I'd give this overlooked Camp Kill Yourself record another try. Released amidst the years discovering Extreme Metal and darker sounds, An Ånswer Can Be Found fell wayside among a group of friends who adored the CKY videos and soundtracks. With matured ears, one hears an intelligent craft through thoughtful songs falling mercy to its mid tempo pacing and calmly subdued temperament. Experimenting further with channeled guitar effects, their tuneful leads retain a distinct character encroaching on an electronic tinge.

The emphasis on a warm gooey vibes gives its mood a welcoming tone but sucks away some of the sporadic energy previously associated with the band. Frequently do its unique melodies ride upfront, exchanging harmony with Deron's competent singing. In doing so, its chugging guitar grooves drift by, plodding along with murky intent and lacking intensity. This chemistry is why I think the record once went amiss. Now I rather appreciate its balance, which gives illumination to their melodic expression and especially the slick, gorgeous, often brief, guitar solos that dazzle upon arrival.

When the guitars shift into tandem mode, the classic CKY grooves croon again. Their dynamic sway, traversing rhythm and melody simultaneously, sounds ripe on Deceit Is Striking Gold yet elsewhere it lacks the spark. Again, another addition to the initial disappointment, a muddied step into a refinement of sound that matured in its lack of bombast and explosiveness. It comes across soft yet has quite an endearing comfort as one gets to know the better malf of its songs. A fun listen! Perhaps An Ånswer Can Be Found is one that would grow on me with more exposure.

Rating: 6/10

She Must Burn "Umbra Mortis" (2022)

 

With sourness from Pain Remains still lingering, the timely arrival of She Must Burn's sophomore effort satisfies that yearning for this breed of darkly, fantastical orchestra punctuated Extreme Metal. New recruit Valis Volkova adds distinction, directing the play with a powerful operatic tinged effeminate voice. Her clean singing illuminating in regular intervals, grounding the bouts of aggression spewing forth from Djenty guitars.

Umbra Mortis' charm lays in its symphonies. When keyboards drop in with string, horn and bells, the music comes to life. Also mirroring adventurous lead guitar licks, its embellishment pays off. Without, the intensity feels unbalanced. When hung in the balance the music plays sweetly as bellowing roars, grunted shouts and pummeling percussion drives a furious place for darkly majesty to croon from the shadows.

Despite an excellent execution and fine production aesthetic, its peaks feel limited in comparison to where the genre has soared before, see Omega Arcane. Every spin has been a welcome companion however its adventures lack penetration beyond the expectant. These are rather typical plunges into familiar realms leaving me with little to comment on beyond its competent execution. I couldn't pick a favorite track, nor a weak one either.

Rating: 6/10

Devin Townsend "Lightwork" (2022)

 

After two dubious lock-down escapades, Devin Townsend returns to form with familiar footing. Leaning into his glossed up, cloudy yet punchy production style, Lightwork makes fortunes of his friendly craft. With a familiar melodic styling, empowered voice and shimmering aesthetics, a listener is lavished with the finest, matured, wines.

After the rampant revival of prior paths walked on his Empath amalgamation, Dev's Heavy Metal antics of past get channeled to dramatic drifts and subtle surges of might potently deployed when asked of the music. Even extreme screams get buried, a deep rumble to electrify this synth tinged mesh of melodies resonating up top.

A theme of healing runs throughout. Dev's often soft timbre and gentle words stir a compassionate call to calmness on many occasion. The serine nature of steady acoustic melodies woven with sparkling synths seem a perfect match. Humble yet firm percussive grooves command the pace as a variety of instrument voices chime in.

Despite being so typical, once again Dev wins me over with his charm. However, Lightwork as a whole struggles after Call Of The Void. A shift to unsettled rhythms and quirky temperaments may be brief but the charming flow of its opening four isn't resolved again until a scaling epic, ten minute closer, Children Of God.

Rating: 6/10

Helmet "Aftertaste" (1997)

 

Lured to Betty by Spotify's auto-play, I thought a follow up on Helmets final output before a later reunion was due. By fans and critics alike, Aftertaste wasn't well received at the time. Its a mild affair but personally I've enjoyed this one. Harking back to their roots, Helmet pump out a rather stripped down, straightforward rendition of syncopated Drop D riffs alternating on shimmering shoe-gazing chords.

Effective and simple drum grooves build an easy framework for each song to deliver a handful of riffs that rarely venture beyond a few bars. Shuffling back and forth with monotone vocals overhead, It gets repetitious fast. Their songwriting finds little in the way of "special" or ambition, its just simplistic structures playing out their basic ideas.

Its all about aesthetic, If the mold matches your taste, then its worth a spin or two. Beyond that, I'm not sure much else can be found. Occasional compositions resonate well, poking its head above the mediocrity on display. For example, the opening riff of Broadcast Emotion melds a grooving riff with hazy texture wonderfully! On the other hand, its crass guitar solo not on the same level. This record is really for fans of Helmet, beyond serving that crowd, there is little to be said about the music.

Rating: 6/10

Dimmu Borgir "Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (Remixed & Remastered)" (2022)

 

You'd be hard pressed to get me excited about a remaster or anniversary release. My radar for its release was off, given the prior Puritania Kolbotn Tape was little to marvel at. It was only with a nudge from a friend that I leapt to check this project out. Not only a remaster of Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia, its "remixed" naming has given the band creative license to expand the aesthetic pallet with sparkly new embellishments, adding a little spice to a familiar flame. Initially, it sounded utterly brilliant, an invigorating listen but is simply the magic brewed between enjoying a masterpiece.

With the dusts of adrenaline settling, its clear my excitement resonated from the familiar genius music I adore. Its polished edges and sprinklings of additional new instrumentation never steers the song writing to new avenues. Perhaps with one single exception, Shagrath's vocal treatment makes him far more audible on Puritania. Something about it has an edge. Otherwise, much of the music remains intact with a few guitar leads seemingly given extra notation, unearthed or added its not quite clear.

So whats changed? The mix is expansive, more room to breath and enjoy its textures. The drums are crisp and punchier, the battering of Barker's blast beats compliments, rather than imposes the demanding pace. Rhythm guitars remain mostly as is. It sounds as if the other instruments have given it more space, sounding mostly the same, its leads have a little more gloss and flair tho. Where most the action happens is with the Symphonic component. Practically every synth has been given new life. Either better sound banks or recordings of stringed instruments they sound revitalized.

Across the record, one will hear a few additional sounds, some previously smothered and others clearly new. Synth tones, stringed instruments and soft horns arose but most notably an effeminate voice chiming with Shagrath on Architecture Of A Genocidal Nature. That and the creepy haunting chorals that lurch through a few brief instances. None of it amounts to much more than enjoying the passing novelty.

Ultimately, its a fun reason to enjoy an old album again but is it necessary? Compared to the original recording, the limitations of the times are clear. All changes here beyond remastering are a good fit, however the song writing is champion. If you'd spin the original I'd still enjoy it just as much. Obviously Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia a ten but on the merits of what this project brings, It's hard to argue too much is gained beyond the initial novelty. This is certainly not a folly that's for sure!

Rating: 6/10

Depeche Mode "Songs Of Faith And Devotion" (1993)

 

Moving on from the soaring heights of Violator, the English quartet Depeche Mode make a daring bold stride into a resonant religiosity that birthed their Personal Jesus hit. Further embracing the human gulls of guitar texture, they lean on darker acoustic vibrations, Gahan's subtle vibratos inhabiting numerous cold reverbs, wandering towards despaired lows the albums dominating theme seemingly rescues him from.

Songs Of Faith And Devotion is definitely of their vein. Shimmers of Gospel, Hymns and spiritual voiceings line its persuasions. Only with Condemnation do they take a solem plunge of baptism into its sways. A beautiful moment among other ideas that converge with mixes of ideals. One can observe an orchestrated component. Gallant and chivalrous string sections ascend the clouds, disconnected from its counterparts.

Swooned by the times, so too does one hear inflections of an emerging Trip Hop scene. Dense, snappy, popular percussive loops crowd the rhythm section of many a song. Get Right With Me goes hard on its Gospel choral chants, clashing hard with its clunky drum sampling. Rush too flurries a similar fate, its Electro-Industrial synths injecting a jolting energy against dark, steely guitars, Gahan on another frequency.

This records ambitions land it in a variety of places. The better written songs seemingly closer to a formula that served them well before. Its soft religiosity a crooning charm better served the harder they leaned into it. As a whole experience, it holds over with a meaty persuasion but blemishes show on numerous repetitions. Seems the group were pulled in multiple directions, by emerging scenes of the time, yet sticking with their guns and faithful inspiration may have worked out best.

Rating: 6/10

Chaosbay "2222" (2022)

 

Built on top of the 2 Billion EP, 2222 expands horizons without a renewed distinction. A few recycled riffs and lyrical themes present deja-vu moments, drilling the theme down ones throat. Otherwise, its a fair effort maintaining its demeanor. Still playing out the Periphery formula, its glossy, crisp production and juxtaposition between jolted aggression and gleaming melodic gets to play out opposites on occasion. A couple bright poppy tracks get a lone run, as do the regular stomps of polyrythmic Djent brutality. The later emphasized by some ridiculous bass noise rumbling in tight spots.

A handful of guest voices spice things up along the way but with the bands dynamic so firmly established, I found myself simply content on many a spin, lacking that craving to climb back in. Boxes resembled a viral infection upon contact. 2222 has not had that impact. Flowing song structures and the sparkling dynamics of electronic manipulation didn't lick like before. Its odd, an attentive rundown reveals nothing but quality and craft, with plenty of stunning singing yet somehow the gravitas was lacking. Its more likely to be a reflection of my mood, more so than the record itself.

Rating: 6/10

Andrew Odd "Discoveries" (2015)

 

Seeking out more cosmic Pysbient by Andrew Odd, his earlier Discoveries ventures close. Downtempo beats are stripped out, pacing set in rarity by rumbles of deep bass and jolting sequenced synths. My favorite track is the one exception. Unknown Phenomenon builds steadily, the reverb soaked snare and complimenting thump of the bass kick amp up intentions. It lingers on this trajectory for some time before unleashing a gratifying closing astral melody. This is the craft I was seeking.

The rest of the records dealing in shades of spacey ambience brought about by combinations of dense electronic strings, murmuring bass noise and lofty, airy synths. These songs most circle their own tensions, drifting from resolution and lingering in the peculiar spaces as ambiguous textures and halfway tunes assert themselves.

The most remarkable of which is Leaving, the opening track. Its perpetual sense of abstract existence is bestowed by a cloudy organ synth tone. It holds an odd tension of possibility beyond what we know. Presiding through its entirety, encounters with grandiose string sections feel significant and momentous, as if observing first contact from a distance. Its distinct and special, the rest of the record offering more temporal solitude but never quite escaping to the extraordinary. A fair set of ambiences.

Rating: 6/10

Abstract Void "Wishdream" (2021)

 

 

Venturing further into the union of Synthwave and Black Metal, we find elevated production aesthetics that I'm not entirely sure aids the experience. My main gripe is with the vocals. On Back To Reality they served as an incessant groan, elongated barks of discernible noise. Not as intrusive, Wishdream's strides for clarity has the shouts and blemishes of ambitious drum programming break the illusion on occasion.

Otherwise Its a similar animated experience again with little to comment on in terms of progression and direction, its another seven tracks of nighttime adventure taking periodic plunges into the abyss. Glossy, luminous synths and flickering melodies eventually give way to metallic grooves. Dense distortion guitars are notably reserved, leaving much of the colorful charm with its energetic key arrangements.

 

Each song blazes along with similar arpeggio melodies and sharp synth oscillations. A few keyboard solos give some context to direction but rarely does the attempts to break the mold feel gratifying. Beyond the appeal of this union of opposing style, Abstract Void doesn't quite land on anything deeper with this next chapter, even though there is potential. Wishdream essentially serves as more of the same, fitting for the right mood but rarely breaking ones attention with its ambitions.

 

Rating: 6/10

Exhorder "Slaughter In The Vatican" (1990)

Reminded of thee band who helped shape Pantera's sound, it was time to revisit an old record I only knew of briefly upon learning about their influence on fellow southern metallers. Released later in the year than Cowboy's From Hell, the claim to originality, in terms of a Groove Metal style and the Phil Anselmo singing vernacular, lies within Exhorder's late 80s demos. At that time, the Abbott brothers were living out Kiss inspired fantasies in the local scene, with self produced Glam Metal records.

Slaughter In The Vatican is not the killer blow to Pantera's genius. Having studied its form, this is clearly an "of the time" hybrid of Death and Thrash Metal, pulling a few cunning ideas along for the ride. Its hard aesthetic, a dulled battering of low end guitar tone and clicky percussion is a pale aggression tiring from a lack of aesthetic vibrancy to spice its metallic rhythmic chops. On first gasp, quite the beast, lunging in hard with guitar grinds and drums bordering on blast beats, but the brutality lacks endurance. Its tone quickly narrows as the keen distinctions in groove are lost among an endless stream of atypical extremities lacking catchy hooks and memorable songs.

Its best song could just be Desecrator. Weathering the storm with its better riffs, it concludes with a dazzlingly lean and dark, swiftly osculating riff I'm sure Pantera have lifted somewhere in their later discography. Moments of distinction like this are far and few between. Not to dwell on comparisons but the point would be this, Slaughter In The Vatican is a rather typical record for the broader extreme music scene. Although a fun spin, on all fronts it lacks a spark to become spectacular despite its competence.

Rating: 6/10

The Veldt "Afrodisiac" (1993)

Memory is a thickle thing. Essential, yet always fading, it shapes our reality in many ways. Fortunately this was harmless, a little shock to stumble over a record I thought could not exist. Seems I forgot of their history on my previous encounter with The Veldt. Their return fusing Dream Pop and Trap was a passing enjoyment. Its a farcry from Afrodisiac, a record fitting snugly into its era, without seeming remarkable or impactful. So far Its stuck me as the sort of album that just gets lost with the times.

With a lurch of early 90s Alternative Rock and Shoegazing distortions, the group fuse timely over-driven guitars with the sparse echos of Funk Metal groove. Its also a textural experience, sliding into dreamy spaces with glittery acoustics. The occasional fusion of Trip Hop drum loops proves expansive as the record sways between styles. Consistently singer Chavis's bold charismatic voice resembles an 80s ballad singer.

His presence is swell, a delight when the vibe clicks but often it arrives with friction. Its this contrast that all of its elements have in some degree, giving it a sense of "almost genius". The songwriting plays into this, ideas merging from different directions, a lot of material exposes its origins and the union doesn't quite find the apt chemistry.

That being said, its an exploration of ideas that has plenty of engaging moments in its lengthy hour long stay. Heather strikes me as a peak, a broody dark wailer of a song powered along by its Industrial percussive thuds. Ultimately, Afrodisiac strikes me as a clear product of the times, not quite finding a way for its unique overlaps to blossom. That being said, it gave me a sense that continued exposure would grow on me more.

Rating: 6/10

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

Tiamat "Clouds" (1992)

 

My metallic ventures of late have leaned towards nostalgia. This path however, id not previously indulged with. Uncovering this European scene of melodic Gothic Doom and gloom, unearthed parallels capture much of my attention as the tapestry of influence enriches. Yet to devise the matured atmospheres of Wildhoney, Clouds builds on the heals of Thrash Metal. Its weaker songs burdened by the tempo and intensity of the 80s scene, a hangover needing a cure. The dusky keys and tuneful melancholy struggles with reflexive sways into choppy aggro and sluggish groove.

Magic emerges when its macabre themes blossom. Funeral synths and grievous melodies paint its Gothic graveyard blues vividly. The record finds stride with songs like The Sleeping Beauty as its distortion guitars lean into the lurching terror Doom Metal. In other chapters the spell is broken by pivoting guitar solos. They wail dazzling flushes of theatric on the gallop of thrashing riffs and doubled drumming tempos.

To my ears, Clouds suffers its influences. Aching from within beautiful, inspired song writing emerging stiffly in its calm and dark temperaments. Stitched together through tropes not quite suited this vision, my ears can't help but linger on the disparities. One of which is Edlund's wretched poetic "cleanish vocal" readings and lightweight guttural growls, the latter of which surprisingly suited the dreary cumbersome tone.

In brief glimpses, its keys yawn similar to a favorite of mine, Always... I especially loved the arrangements utilizing cheap and effect Casio keyboard tones for its Gothic cast. I wouldn't consider Clouds great but It seems fitting that adoration can be bestowed if discovered in the right time. For me, that probably would of been in my youth when reveling over Cradle Of Filth's starkly Gothic take on Extreme Metal.

Rating: 6/10