Suspended Memories "Earth Island" (1994)

 

Reuniting to follow up on the entrancing dusky spells of Forgotten Gods, the trio tread lukewarm waters, unable to spark the temporal magic that sung before. Failing to find fresh distinctions, their worldly disjointed percussive lines and ancient cultural chants rub up against airy atmospheric synths in a mediocre affair. With soft keyboard driven ambiences, its smooth, cloudy synthetic chemistry resides in a lofty yet unassuming place. Danger and mystique or awe and wonder rarely engulf quite like before.

Hinted strongly in naming and presentation, the album cover, Earth Island yearns for a cosmic perspective, yet even the brief chatters of astronaut communications nestled in doesn't sharpen this vision. Melting World offered immersion, a grade above the rest, but it also marked a shift. The initial human link between stars and stones shatters as a darkly brooding unease encroaches before the final two songs break pace again.

These ambient works often feel subjected to mood and fatigue more so than other genres. So i'd take my words lightly. One can hear the trio trying to move the Aztec inspired soundscape out of its shadowy realm, turning to an uplift, brighter in spirit, yet earthly and deep. The two ideal either don't gel, or lacks execution. Subsequently, the gravity that came before is illusive despite the mild meditative calm it conjures.

Rating: 5/10

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

Suspended Memories "Forgotten Gods" (1993)

Fancying another foray into the works of Steve Roach, a musician with too many records to count, I couldn't help but notice its popularity on Spotify alongside the pivotal works of Structures From Silence and Dreamtime Return. The latter leaves its legacy on Forgotten Gods with the consistent jabber of worldly, cultural and ancient percussive sounds. The construct, like before, is beautifully disjointed, deconstructed and abstract from the norms of groove and rhythm found in western music. Although in any moment its strikes and hits seem free and sporadic, its arch find a meditative pace, holding the atmosphere together with a steady, easy temperament.

Suspended Memories is the name for Roach's collaboration with fellow ambient artists Jorge Reyes of Mexico and Suso Saiz of Spain. A cultural tie to the Aztecs feels beyond relevant. With distant native chants and baking dusty echos, the musical pieces delve into the shamanic mystique the mysteries of lost civilizations can conjure. Both warm yet nightly, one can envision the blistering heat of desert sands, secrets laying in wait under weathered tombs. Equally, its drafty tone and dreamy presence has the cautious calm of night. Dangers lurk in the shadows yet the listener is always safe within the ambience. These contrasts co-exist, allowing one to hear their own adventure within the music. It may not be intentional but has been remarkable.

As the title Forgotten Gods hints, its theme evoke celestial wonders lost to the decay of time. As expected the record explores a variety of temperaments. Snake Song and Mutual Tribes appealed strongly to desert vibes I initially thought of as Egyptian but on further study, the inspiration was likely a historical middle American. Ritual Noise was the darkest track on offer, a lone song where a nefarious presence gets a little to close for comfort. Despite its devilishness, all the music is beautifully soothing and meditative. I've heard these sounds encroached on prior, yet the trio handle it so masterfully. This is absolutely another favorite for the ambient collection.

Rating: 8/10

Wu-Tang Clan "Iron Flag" (2001)

 

Picking up a fever, delving into the leaked Demo Tape & ODB's Return To The 36 Chambers, I thought id wrap up my cravings with Iron Flag. Released hot of the heels of The W, its commercial decline gave it a dire reputation at the time. Subsequently, I'd never given it a fair go and maybe I should of left it that way. The talent of these rappers is not in question, however the Wu mastermind RZA himself might be.

Iron Flag's instrumental tone is a frequent bore. The production of these beats hinge on short repetitive loops from front to back. With little in the way of variations and nothing to offer with song structures, the record is a grind. RZA turns to tighter constructs with clearer samples, often 70s Soul, crisp drums and synthetic instruments. Its a departure from the gritty, low fidelity musk that once defined them. Radioactive manages to capture that spirit but its a lone track among many.

A few others put their hands on beat creation but Mathematics and other guests simply fall inline with RZA's vision. Its one of hard hitting percussion with moody sampling housing brief, stabbing melodies on loop. With a tone that lacked any excitement, it was tough to get into the rhymes. Despite competent flows, the topicality felt like a group on auto pilot pumping out another record that lacked depth.

Rating: 4/10

Doja Cat "Planet Her" (2021)

 

With slick easy vibes, smooth breezy aesthetics and sweet yet spicy persona, Doja Cat lends her sharp harmonious chords, breathy voicings and quirky raps too a dreamy psychedelic Trap and R&B experience. With a team of over ten plus producers, a surprisingly cohesive mood emerges across the record. Led by the cutting percussive presence of shuffling hi-hats, snappy claps and crunky snares, deep bass hits punch and rumble below. It leaves space for tinges of Ethereal and Dream Pop instrumentation to usher a spin on the trendy popular sounds of the times. The contrast between rhythm section and everything else is surprisingly inviting.

Planet Her plays with a sense of depth as Doja is central in shaping her songs with hooks, choruses and raps over the deliberately underwhelming roll of traditional melodies. Her personality manifests, at times highly sexual and literal far beyond suggestive, into a variety of topics, often dealing with fame, prominence and perception. Her performances felt like thee endearing factor. Especially so when her voice shifts up pitch. Navel, quirky, swift, the cadence, creative inflections and self assured attitude reigns over lyrical content, although the value of words is a common pitfall for this listener who feels the melody and aesthetic far more so.

Speaking on aesthetics, the housing of her various voices, through reverberation, panning and placing, is a constant delight. So often does the handling of her singing seem to elevate what she expresses. Its as if their is a great understanding between artist and producers. Some highlights include the anthemic opening Woman and a great feature from The Weeknd. Wherever he goes, his take on the Synthwave genre seems to follow. The tone fits well into the variety of temperaments offered, leaning into aggressive Trap rap grooves and opposite the fiesty, hints of R&B, Soul and Dream Pop grace the modern Pop music sound with a gentler touch. All in all Planet Her is a fantastic record from a young artist with style and persona in abundance.

Rating: 7/10

Ol' Dirty Bastard "Return To The 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version" (1995)

 Hailed by some as a classic, Return To The 36 Chambers strikes me the unleashing of a wild talent Hip Hop didn't know how to handle. Ol' Dirty Bastard stood apart as the oddball within Wu-Tang Clan. His loose delivery, unhinged energy and bizarre spurts of unabashed singing was charming in bursts between his colleagues. That persona is explored at depth on his full length. With plenty of shock and awe, Ason's oddities strike with rigor new and old. Not only does he bite with lyrics, tangents and general strangeness become a frequent entertainment on this off-kilt ride of a record.

Kicking off with estranged hype trifling, the long winded intro is a snooze before his classic Shimmy Shimmy Ya kicks things into gear. From then a string of grizzly low-fi beats terrific rhymes get packaged into unconventional flows and faulted song structures. The track Baby C'mon has ODB's verse dissipate into a whirlpool of fading reverb, cutting the song short for a select cut of short beats to see the song out.

Loaded with all things odd and unusual, Ason shines on his own initially. As the record endures, weaker cuts get crowded in among features from his clan as the antics stretch thin. Everyone brings their a game, still young fresh and hungry but the flow falters. Goin' Down has a childish intro dedicated to strange noises we probably all made as kids. This and Drunk Game, a comical piss take of sensual Soul songs, arrive with weak cuts like Brooklyn Zoo II, a revision of songs from the record so far.

The faltering pace arrives on the heels of Proteck Ya Neck II, a big name to live up to. Eight Wu-Affiliates jump on the mic with ODB, dropping fiery verses that were doomed to live in the shadow of a classic. Fun but perhaps could of done without the reference. The record then ends with a studio recording Cuttin' Headz, one heard on the Wu-Tang Demo Tape. In the age of hour plus records filling CDs, curation seems a miss once again, something not considered at the time given the price of music.

There is undoubtedly a hint of classic in the mix. In my opinion, it arises from to two key aspects. Firstly, these are the dirtiest beats from RZA. If you were looking more of that Kung-Fu loaded low-fi, its here in abundance with a more bass oriented flavor. Second, the shock value ODB brings would of been wild and fresh at the time yet with age, immaturity and blemishes sound worn. That is nothing to take away from his persona, however I've grown a massive appreciation for his artistry with the Clan, having given this a proper go now. Much respect! Rest in peace Ol' Dirty!

Rating: 7/10

Sum 41 "Chuck" (2004)

 

Initially, the Canadian Pop Punk outfit Sum 41's fourth outing was supposed to be the most exciting! Hailed as their most metallic release, I was keen on seeing how their Pain For Pleasure and Reign In Pain tributes to classic Metal would manifest with a prominent roll. With their warm, poppy personalities stripped out, replaced by a glum tone looming over the record, the music isn't as appealing without that bright, upbeat streak of Skate Punk. Softly depressive, gently downtrodden and moody, the metallic pursuit leads the music to an angsty self-defeatist tone I failed to vibe with.

Given previous manifestations in the spirit of Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Metallica, I was expecting more of that! The latter of which you do hear on occasion. Oddly, its the then dead Nu Metal genre that has its influences. The catchy lyrical cadences of Chester Bennington is obvious at times. More so Papa Roach of all bands. Many distinctive arrangements from Infest, both vocal and guitar driven, make themselves known, as well as a riff from System Of A Down. When turning to Metal, originality clearly is lacking and the chopping between contrasting styles is far from fluid.

Disappointed by the glum tone of Nu Metal influences, the Punk leanings get dragged along in that dreary spirit. The riffs are not as bright and chirpy, lyrics lack an emotional resolve once heard before and ultimately its mood is a drag. Of course it has its merits, catchy choruses and the occasional riff but I found myself pulled into those hopeless teenage moods id rather forget. You could say its personal bias however I'd defend how naked some of their musical compositions are in the shadows of others. It drowned out originality and left a sense of disappointment with me.

Rating: 5/10

Wu-Tang Clan "Demo Tape" (1992)

  

Currently enjoying An American Saga, a dramatization of the Wu-Tang Clan origin story, I've found myself excited once again by the legacy of 36 Chambers, one of Hip Hop's greatest albums. Learning of their leaked demo tape a year prior, I had to hear it for myself. Initially shared with a record executive by the RZA, it eventually found its way through hands, then radio and onto the streets. The source and validity of whats available online is lacking information but it seems genuine. What about fidelity? Fortunately this cassette tape distorted relic is tolerable to get a grip on the music.

Sadly, no lost gem or previously unheard material makes itself known. It seems the best contributions from the then makeshift lineup made its way off to records later on. The rest is intriguing to say the least. In the context of 1992, A handful of RZA's beats stand miles apart with its gritty nature and of course the Kung Fu flick samples. So does his rhymes and that of his guests but mostly the RZA. Track five, It's All About Me, a keen example of how developed the free association rhyme style already was. His words undoubtedly stood apart from anything else on offer. This would mark the end of clean cut beats and open up a new avenue of lyrical possibilities too.

Performing on every track, his architecture for the group can't be understated. Even if you had knowledge of his roll, RZA reigns supreme. Ol' Dirty Bastard appears, yet to flesh out his odd ball personality. Raekwon, Inspectah Deck and Ghostface Killah feature too with the same verses we would hear further down the line. Interestingly, the classic 7Th Chamber demo doesn't feature, a killer track the show alludes to being on this leak. Well, dramas do take creative liberties on history after all!

Track four Problems also has a sample that would be utilized exquisitely on Fugee's The Score. I wonder If they heard this demo beforehand? Either way, this has been a curious listen. I've come away with more admiration for the RZA, hearing his ideas in action. Not everything here is special but the vision is 100%. These beats are so different and the energy he brings to the mic would change the game forever!

Rating: 7/10

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

Tiamat "Wildhoney" (1994)

 

Upon reading comments and critiques on Almost A Dance lay proclamations of a broader movement in Metal at the time, one that promised more of that niche, early The Gathering sound. If Wildhoney is anything to go on, it seems these musicians were expanding on the slow brooding gloom of Doom Metal with a contrasting lushness through symphonic melancholy. With a tinge of Gothic mystique, it seems between the crevasse of Metal's many sub genres, lies another calling my name. Hailing from Sweden at a time when the Melodic Death Metal scene was blossoming, Tiamat developed their initially Doom and Death Metal sound in this renewed Gothic, Symphonic direction. Wildhoney being their commercial peak and my entry point.

Delivering on exactly what I was looking for, the opening tracks lunge forth with broody grooves in slow tempos haunted by darkly effeminate vocals. Drawn out power chords lay foundations for the keys to chime and adorn the mysterious chemistry that once spellbound me on Always... . Soundscape alike tangents gets the imagination turning with shadowy horrors early on. A curiosity in Johan Edlund's challenging vocals hint at something more. His sway between wretched doom gutturals and earthly heathen "cleans" show an artsy side to the music. It gets its moment later on after a string of big atmospheric songs, sailing deep emotions, a swelling mix of loss and beauty.

After the rocking sway and colorful gleam of Visionaire, the music descends from peak to valley as interlude Kaleidoscope puts the break on all momentum and sets a new tone for its final songs. What wordings come by feel more poetic, performative, so to say. Do You Dream Of Me? leans into European cultural sounds. Planets dwells on mystery, pivoting from loneliness to wonder in its progression. Then we have A Pocket Size Sun. Performed as a tender poem on the loss of innocence, its whole framing feels so profoundly different from all that came before. The exchanges with an effeminate being highlights charm well but again, feels like a complete departure.

With every spin this record has always felt like it had more to offer. A third of the record is its final four songs and although they are instrumentally wondrous, the obvious shift leaves one feeling like not enough was explored early on. Perhaps that is just a burden of slow, doomy music. Tiamat navigate something beautiful here, finding the sweet spot between its dark gloomy distortion guitars and all the lush keys gathering around. On the journey, there is much to marvel at. Its ending though, somewhat derailed. If this style of Metal is your cup of tea, as I have discovered its mine, then Wildhoney is a gem to be adored! This one can only grow on me, I'm sure!

Rating: 8/10

Carpenter Brut "Leather Teeth" (2018)

After a lengthy deep dive through the dark powerhouse known as Trilogy, Carpenter Brut returns with an upbeat, energized vision of Synthwave. Its packaged into a lean eight tracks and Leather Teeth plays like a movie. Its pacing has one song racing to the next, always on the run, changing up location and drenching the listener in a glorious synth overload! Dripping with nostalgia, Brut nails the best of 80s ideas, bringing them to life again through this high octane drive of dance-able songs. Continuously pounding the bass lines, the keys over top rattle off with a consistent buzz, as fast, animated melodies overlap to create a powerful wall of sound.

Along the way a few breaks in tone are discovered. Ironically mentioned in my musings on Trilogy, the man from Ulver himself, Kristoffer Rygg, lends his voice for a track. The combination is perfect! Cheerleader Effect gets treated to his soft power over a thinner instrumental. It gives room for his words to breathe and sets up a couple of mellower tracks to follow. They have 80s jam session vibes with some vibrant lead solos. In these moments a touch of Genesis of that era can be heard. The vocals return again later on, this time with Mat McNerny. His opening Ian Curtis impression stands a little stark and broody but as he gets into it, the music gels well.

Leather Teeth is one of the best Synthwave records I've heard. It surpasses any tropes with the stunning musicianship. It seems that song writing is the core and everything aesthetic just falls into place around it. My favorite moments stem from the lead instruments. Synths solos and Metal guitars really open up the musics dynamics as the arsenal of keys have to lay of the repetition. Its sways from dance to Progressive are well managed and both sides are performed so well. There is little I can fault here but it sounds is if there is many directions this could all be taken in. After all, this has progressed from quite a dark place to something still in rapture but upbeat, casual and groovy with fun vibes emanating. I'm excited for whats next!

Rating: 8/10

Kyros "Four Of Fear" (2020)

 

Home to a new "song of obsession" of mine, this four track EP has night not been quite as enigmatic as ResetRewind, a six minute epic that immediately caught my attention when cycling through Spotify's automated playlists. Kyros are a Progressive Rock/Metal/Synth outfit from London who's sound is a bit "all over the place" and wild, if not unified by its Progressive inspired framework delving mostly in synth tones.

ResetRewind itself is a flawed track, seemingly hinged on its one main music hook, a stellar synth melody dancing in its own gallop. Shelby Warne ascended the mood with a post-apocalyptic uplift, lyrics soaring on natures reclaiming of animal lives, as everyone dies. The song is an odd ball, wedging in a couple Skrillex era Dubstep breakdowns that just about work. It has a few other exercises between its chorus, a sinister vampyric melody in its closing frame is a niche touch. Nothing quite links directly with the main theme and despite its stitched together nature, the song rocks.

The other three songs don't find the same stride. Kyros's temperament is highly involved and dramatic. All ideas and melodies get played up, over performed and aesthetically over emphasized. Quite often this is fun as its backed by terrific, well written melodies. Ace's Middle not so much, its quirky personality shuffles and jitters all over the place with big theatrics that has no foundation. When slowing down for a broody atmosphere epic with Stop Motion. The concept holds back the over animated nature they usually express. Its class is one to revel in as guitar solos make waves.

 My overall impression is one of a band oozing in talent that;s lacking focus and direction. Their sound is a little overdone in multiple dimensions. The music always has a lot going on. What makes it tick is often the simple chemistry between its lead melodies and vocals. I could hear a record producer like Rick Ruben stepping in and stripping out the all the progressive fuss around the core of their songs. That's where the best of this short record is to be heard in my humble opinion.

Rating: 5/10

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

Sum 41 "Does This Look Infected?" (2002)

 

I've had nothing but fun with this cheap and cheerful record! Following up on a massive breakout with All Killer, No Filler, the Canadian Pop Punk outfit keep things simple and straightforward with a fraction of polish around the edges. Fast and fiery, the forty minutes of Does This Look Infected? storms out the gate with all energy intact. Keeping one foot on the gas, the band blaze through the motions with moments of dazzle and creativity as crafty vocal cadences, harmonies and interchanging guitar arrangements seem to frequently add spice to the mold these songs are cast from.

Lyrically, a similar sense of unrealized maturity emerges. The youthful angst, anger, adrenaline and notions of identity expressed get caught in a web of casual language. All to often does a streak of self awareness seem to offer a subtle antidote to teenage woes. It perhaps something I could of done with myself in those painful years. The only cheese I smelt came through their fun Beastie Boy raps, taking shots at the conformists suits! An amusing topic but one that seems far more relevant in youth.

The group have a streak of Heavy Metal adoration best pronounced with their Pain For Pleasure tribute. On this outing, Reign In Pain, the "Heavy Metal Jamboreee", follows this up and extends the style shift with World War 7 Part 2 to close the record out. These are significantly unpopular songs acording to Spotify but on the popular tunes, Still Waiting, No Brains, Mr.Amsterdam Billy Spleen, one can hear injections of classic Thrash Metal guitar riffs swiftly sliding into the solid Pop Punk structure.

Obviously, this is a delight to me. I do find it interesting how blunt of a Metallica riff they can just push into the albums biggest song... and it works! A lack of familiarity has aided greatly with this one, the lack of knowing and detachment of youthful memories was a breath of fresh air. I am sure this journey will get more exciting with the next installment, Chuck. I'm told it takes a much bigger shift towards Metal.

Rating: 7/10

Carpenter Brut "Trilogy" (2015)

 

Stead and with patience, Ive been enjoying this lengthy eight minute juggernaut known as Trilogy for some months now. When first recommended the debut album by Carpenter Brut, surely a nod to John Carpenter? I was taken aback by the sheer volume of listeners visible on Spotify. To my limited knowledge, this might just be the biggest artist in the retroactive world of Synthwave? That was excuse alone to invite me in. My caution however, came as a result of fatigue. The genre had established its identity swiftly and now an army of adoring clones has been ushered in, emulating the sound and its tropes to a point where the music can feel stale. At least to this listener.

It took time, but with repetition, then familiarity, the class of these compositions emerged with gleam. Frankly, there is a thematic horror on offer that goes beyond the typical synth tones and nostalgic electricity of Synthwave. Energized baselines prop up steady dance floor grooves for a body moveable warmth to be found in every track, as excursions into the nightly mystique unravel. Often spearheaded by its more extravagant and experiment worbling synths, Brut cracks open whats possible with these dense oscillations on more than one occasion. These moments expand on the mood, with theatrics and noise manipulation turning tunes with twisted expressions.

After a handful of tracks, starting specifically with Roller Mobster, intensity amplifies and the execution tightens up. Although the following music explores temperaments and scenic passages more chilled and cautious, its synthetic instruments arrive with gloss and glaze, a slick polish for its liveliness. The density and weight is stunning as rapid pulses of jittering melodies dance macabre atop its dark thumping percussion. Many instruments interchange, taking center stage , giving voice to the cyber dystopian atmospheres conjured. Trilogy is truly is a wild ride through the neon lit night life of cities but Brut's music takes us much further than the established tropes.

A sense of horror and spectacle permeates as each song finds its avenue. To be fair, they are not to distant from one another but they find a character. At its end, Anarchy Road introduces a one of vocal performance to lukewarm reception. I'm uncertain of Brut's singing. Neither good or bad, the voice is simply present with little in the way of power or persuasion. He sounds like a softer Ulver, waging in meekly. The music so works so well its hard to imagine a voice bringing much more to the table but that wasn't it. Anyways, my conclusion? One of the classiest Synthwave records I've heard. Trilogy is solid front to back and surpasses any tiring that clones brought along.

Rating: 8/10

Ovlov "Buds" (2021)

Accepting an algorithmically generation suggestion from Spotify, I was pleasantly surprised. American Indie Rock outfit Ovlov's third album is a brief one, only clocking in at twenty four minutes. Its eight cuts all inhabit a shared culture. Humble tones, a rural breeze, simplicity and humility scales into roars of lively dissonance. The group compose human, Folk like songs, driven by warm acoustic shimmering and earnest voices. It all gets whisked into dense frenzies. With a sense of routine, over-driven guitars explode, expanding dynamics and shelling the warmth with swells of fuzz and grit. The frothy distortions challenge the listener with harsh, muddy textures that somehow ooze into the gentle foundations with a thick hazy glow.

Its got charm, a sound that sucks one in! On closer examination, its clearly simplicity in writing that is the winning approach. Much of the esoteric and unusual chemistry is derived from the jagged shoe-gazing textures. They cast a magical spell but underneath, the simplistic short riffs and chord plucking loops are what the songs hinge on with just a few simple constructs at there core. The human, raw, personal feelings emanate from superb vocal harmonizations, conveying emotion with a blunt tunefulness that is never overstated or over engineered. Just the tones alone.

One pointed component that mostly lands are the scratchy, harsh guitar solos. Brief and to the point they rattle off like a flair, grabbing your attention and swiftly fizzling out. With an ear for the noisy and unusual, speedy wild fretboard manipulations rattle off at apt times. Its the lens of texture that they push the limits, peaking the audio and inviting the harshest of sounds. Sometimes they inhabit melody and offer times its an exploration of noise. I mostly enjoyed it but the dissonance wasn't always potent.

Not one considering myself to be "into" Indie Rock, this has certainly challenged my notions. The parts of that genre most recognizable are enjoyable alongside its explorations of Shoegazing and Noise Rock. I'd certainly enjoy more on this track. Not entirely original of groundbreaking, its the execution and earnest, humbling inspiration that makes this music glow. An interesting find! I may explore further.

Rating: 7/10

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

Judas Priest "Painkiller" (1990)

Lets set the scene, the Heavy Metal landscape is changing drastically, Thrash and Death Metal are on the rise with Grunge and Alternative set to grip the mainstream in the coming years. Metallica are the genres new juggernaut and Pantera have brought forth a new identity for Metal. Surely a band like Judas Priest are on the way out? Well no, the intensity of Painkiller arrives as the apex of their "heavier than heavy" sound priest always embodied. It goes toe to toe with any contestant and holds it own. Quite a remarkable bow out after twenty one years as it would be Rob Halford's last for now.

The album will always be overcast by its lead and title track, Painkiller, a thrilling frenzy of adrenaline inducing metallic might thats hellbent on thrusting the listener through a seemingly never ending amping up of intensity. Molten hot guitar solos ooze, Rob's screams pull down the heavens and its string of riveting riffs and battering drums seem to keep turning up the heat. And then there is the end of the song... just as you think things are starting to wind down, somehow they go at it again with another eruption, a raging inferno of guitar blazing madness. Tipton and Downing have somehow outdone themselves yet again, as does everyone in all reality.

Its an exceptional song, an unforgettable track, but the shadow it casts can't deter the rest of the record. Although that devilish intensity isn't reached again, you couldn't expect every song to pursue the same goals. What follows is Priest exploring wonderfully brutish themes as the Heavy Metal universe takes a turn down a dark nightly alleyway. In a ways It feels like everything has been leading to this point, Priest at their hardest, leanest, fastest and on A Touch Of Evil, they go epic and anthemic when the tempo shifts. Every track is a celebration of their attitude, style and personal, all embellished through this stunning mastery of intensity as they push on.

Much credit is owed to Producer Chris Tsangarides who finds a powerful aesthetic for the band to plow through. Most notable is the drumming of Scott Travis, his bass kick is given a lot of deep tone and shape, the snare has a thunderous snap. It takes up a lot of attention but never drowns out the guitars. The two tandem wonderfully when double pedal rhythms pound alongside razor sharp riffs. In general, its all immaculate, a crowded mix of intense instruments somehow not overpowering one another. Rob's chords are fiery as ever, the lead guitars blazing wild and cutting like a knife.

As good records do, the shifting song writing approaches Priest inhabit are wonderfully performed. A keen detail that grabs me is the subtle use of cheesy synths or drab organs. Bold and brash, whenever they drop in, its always enhances the spectacle of the song itself. It should also be emphasized that Downing and Tipton's lead guitar work is not just exceptional on the title track but throughout the record. That exhilarating rise of dexterous notation, luminous and unhinged returns often. They sail so many extremes of fret-board manipulation, its a gift that keeps giving.

Having reacquainted myself with this classic, It should not be understated, the "heaviness" in aesthetic is not its sole trick. This really is Priest at their best when it comes to song writing too. The themes ditch the fun and cheese of Ram It Down and the result is a serious flag wave for Rob's fantasy Heavy Metal lifestyle. There isn't a dud here and you'll be hard pressed to figure out your favorite tracks bar the title track itself, a never ending sequences of adrenaline shots. For the decades I've experienced it, still blows my mind till this day! He... Is... The... PAINKILLER!

Rating: 9/10

The Gathering "Almost A Dance" (1993)

 Released between two of my personal tens, the musky symphonic gloom of Always... and the warm, youthful ascension of Mandylion, you'd think I'd know Almost A Dance well right? Sadly, what turned me off back in the day, still revolts me now. Niels Duffhues voice has a piercing nasal shrill so off beat and indifferent from the music, it deafens its beauty. So to does his cadence and shaping of words feel totally out of step. He would be more suited to some played out Arena Rock, Glam Rock local act. Truly not to my taste or The Gathering at all, thank goodness they found Anneke!

The difference now is I've learned to listen past the elements of music that turn you off, and oh boy can that be a task. In no measure has Niels grown on me, tolerance is not the word, quite the opposite. He masks wonderful instrumentals that bridge the bands transition from dingy Doom Metal to the Symphonic driven Alternative Metal that dawned with the eternally stunning voice of Anneke van Giersbergen.

The chemistry bonded between distorted power chords and cheesy Casio Korg synths, perusing basslines and plucked acoustic chords, is here as found on both the other records. Its arrangements often abridges the two, brightening the gloomy temperament and finding emotive chord progressions. It moves to the light alongside a blossoming lead guitar that sails into the sun of glorious gleams of melancholy.

Mostly it holds that middle ground, showcasing the journey the band where on, steadily progressing their ideas, but so to do reworkings of techniques and tropes from Always... arise, as well as some arrangements that would be preformed again on Mandylion. If my words don't make it obvious, I'm astonished I didn't find my way in decades in. The sad reality is though, for all the instrumental wonder, Niels is a blight! That being said, Marike Groot lends her voice again on a few songs and in those moments a blessing is bestowed to know what could of been!

I'd love to hear Almost A Dance without Niels, however now more accustom with the album, I get a sense of a band in a rush. The production is a little loose and sloppy which can be forgiven but the difference in song quality has its dips with the nine minute Her Last Flight and the god awful Nobody Dares. The chemistry can simply drop off on some songs, losing that magical nightly ethereal melancholy. Given that Niels was recruited right around its recording and release, I'd guess some external pressures stained what could of been quite the rendition of one bands moment in time I simply adore.

Rating: 4/10

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

Sum 41 "Half Hour Of Power" (2000)

  

Released a year prior to All Killer, No Filler, the Canadian Pop Punkers debuted with this mini album, Half Hour Of Power. Its another suitable title to represent what awaits as the blaze though eleven fast and furious chops of bright, melodic, teenage Punk. Interspersed with brief stints from other genres, the group gather some distinction. Opening with Grab The Devil By The Horns, the original working of Pain For Pleasure, they may mislead with classic Heavy Metal leads, screams and riffs deployed as weapons of choice for the opening act. Its this metallic inclination that crops up again with spouts of aggression heard on T.H.T and Ride The Chariot To The Devil.

With a fun and goofy pivot, each of the lads showcase their Beastie Boys imitation raps on What We're All About. Its upbeat, tongue in cheek and a great laugh however Second Chance For Max Headroom's doesn't yield the same. Pivoting away from its dexterous, metallic, melodic leads that blaze away with pace, the switch into Ska as trumpets arrive on a new groove, was certainly less desirable. Its probably the one blemish were thees guys excel at having tremendous fun with their influence, which they put front and center.

Otherwise its mostly straight Pop Punk with great upbeat vibes. The lyrics release youthful grievances and teenage troubles against the backdrop of fast tempered drum grooves and power chord strumming. Most these songs could be interchanged onto All Killer, No Filler. Summer being the one song that made it over and I wouldn't say its the best on the record. Makes No Difference feels like single material, capturing that energy of Fat Lip and In Too Deep. The difference is the recording fidelity. This was obviously recorded on a lower budget yet the music overpowers as its thirty minutes are a blast!

Rating: 6/10

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

Old Man's Child "Slaves Of The World" (2009)

 

Its end of the line for this nostalgic Old Man's Child dive. Slaves Of The World is one I barely paid attention to upon release, so its re-visitation plays like new material. Galder essentially plays his game again in a more metallic package of dark and groovy Symphonic Black Metal. He pulls all the expectant chops and tropes out of the hat. Mostly led by the guitars, the music pivots in and out of dark perilous plunges through blast beast beats and finds bounce and symphonic melodies as counterpart.

Its nine tracks tend to differ little from one another in the ability to impress. The tone is set swiftly and the tracks meander through the motions where certain riffs and sprinkles of melody might tickle your fancy. One key distinction is Galder's vocals. Much meatier and more guttural driven, his shriller howls and raspy shouts give way to a deeper range deployed with overlaps and reverbs to much theatrical effect.

With new material potentially on the way after over a decade of silence I will be excited to see where Old Man's Child ventures from this chapter. Unfortunately Slaves Of The World resides as a run of the mill record for the naughties sound. I can't speak ill but the record just drifts by. Great if in the mood but otherwise a swirl of dark symphonic background noise churning through its own cliched motions. What the band needs is a stylistic evolution as this territory has been thoroughly explored and conquered!

Rating: 5/10

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

Sum 41 "All Killer, No Filler" (2001)

Talk about a blast from the past, my teenage days of lounging on the couch after school, watching MTV for hours on end have returned so vividly! As one of Pop Punk's best offerings, the four friends of Sum 41 rose to prominence off the back of two massive singles, In Too Deep and Fat Lip. Both songs still sound fantastic to this day. Banging out the warm bouncy riffs, fun light hearted raps and instantaneously catchy hooks, these songs are so hard not to like, which brings me to musical elitism.

I remember loving these songs, as well as Pain For Pleasure, immensely. I'm also positive I had this record and one other of theirs in my collection. I am guessing as my tastes turned darker and harder, my naive youthful elitist Metalhead mind purged this "pop music" from the archives. Now a couple decades on from those years, I'm quite fond of hearing Pop Punk of that 00s era whenever it happens to pass me by.

Either Green Day, The Offspring or Blink 182, which I supposedly hated at the time, I can't deny my love of their songs I'd heard on the Tony Hawks Pro Skater soundtracks over and over again. Spending time with All Killer No Filler hasn't exactly increased my appetite for the genre, in fact its the same as I remember but at least now I can enjoy the warm fuzzy feelings these guys extract for suburban teenage problems.

As the title suggests, the band blitz through their ideas on a string of briefer three minute songs. Its fast, lean and sharp, with mouthy attitudes shouting off. Its not aimed at anyone, or with any malice. The tone is bright, sunny and upbeat. Its vibes get interspersed with fast tempos, choppy riffs and fun aggression, a typical chemistry for the genre. Most these songs lyrics have the finger keenly on the pulse of ones own emotions, relationships and mental health. A term not in the vocabulary of the times.

Despite being keenly introspective, it all tends to be ankle deep and light hearted, straight forward expressions, often airing out grievances and frustrations over suburban teenage issues, all with a decent spirit. Strangely I didn't find much of the lyrics cringe or typically angsty, the sort you'd find in embarrassing reflections on youthful ignorance. Even the anti conformity lyrical chants of Fat Lip hold up.

Lastly, Sum 41 have a slightly metallic edge. It doesn't manifest often, one or two "heavy riffs" and blazing guitar solos nod to their other influence. They give a wonderful tribute to Judas Priest with the albums closer Pain For Pleasure. Its quite possibly one of the best executed imitations of Priest you'll ever hear. It gives credit to the musicianship of these individuals who step into a genre easy to emulate yet hard to rise to the top of, which they did if you count music sales and chart success as a measurement. I've always been curious about doing a dive into Pop Punk but my time with this record didn't connect deeply. Had I gravitated to it in my youth, I'm sure I'd consider this a classic!

Rating: 7/10

Ocean Grove "Up In The Air Forever" (2022)

 

Highly anticipated and warmly received, Up In The Air Forever is a spirited return to the modernized 90s mania of Flip Phone Fantasy. As my favorite record of recent years, a new batch of catchy ear worms are more than welcome. With this new chapter comprised of ten songs, the Australian group rework the formula through the wall of sound aesthetic for a true part two. I couldn't of asked for more, clearly there was more fuel in the tank as this sound simply does not tire on this adoring listener.

With glimmers of Nu Metal in groove and vibes akin to Grunge and the late 90s Pop scene, Ocean Grove get laser focused on catchy hooks and simple song structures. With grabbing guitar riffs and a dense, slamming production that channels all the instruments into a wonderful aesthetic stream, their three minute songs burn through inspiration thick and fast. Every track has its own flavor, most often a keen nostalgic throwback too. Its either Dale Tanner's breezy singing or some distinct guitar riff but everything has its roots in the past yet feels completely fresh and fun.

The one moment where the band reveal their hand all too abashedly is on the brief two minute HMU. Its dreamy intro cuts into a 90s/00s Pop / Hip Hop crossover track. Jiving percussion and punchy guitar grooves set stage for flirtatious lyrics. For me, its practically a flashback to days on the couch after school watching MTV. I couldn't finger the exact song but perhaps something by No Doubt would be a close call?

Fortunately its a great track. The band understand that period well. To drop some more names, Nirvana and Oasis are two other bands I frequently pick up vibes on. Especially the vocals, I frequently hear that arms behind back Gallagher singing. Even more so, I get a keen sense that the best of 90s Pop Music had a stronger influence on these musicians as the hooks, lyrics and cadence just seem to fit snugly with my memory of that era. Nostalgia aside, the group bring a strong sense of identity, wrapped in the spirit and moment of being a youthful band in their prime.

Musically its the production, handled by drummer Sam Bassal, that has their stamp of authority. The most simple elements hit hardest. The bass kicks like a dance floor thud. The snare snaps through the intensity, the pair power every track a strong groove. The shape of riffs and catchy melodies reach to the forefront with a bold emphasis. Its simple to digest at first yet giving more attention, a web of details, textures and electronics feel wedged into the engulfing sound too.

Having binged the record for a week, I can barely decipher my favorites. One great moment flows into the next and the vibrant energy rarely ceases, cooling off with the title track drifting off into a dreamy Etheral Rave of sorts. A lot of my adoration resists the analysis I try to bring to the experience. This band genuinely remind me of first falling in love with music where bands could do no wrong and anything you could get into was wonderful. I just want to soak in their vibes and enjoy every moment.

Rating: 9/10

Lena Raine "Minecraft: Nether Update (Original Game Soundtrack)" (2020)

 

With a recent dive into the Wild Update's new music, it occurred to me that the accompanying soundtrack format extended back to the Nether Update! Despite covering the new musical inclusion in game, this separated release alluded me. Now that the talent of Lena Raine is no secret to me, I wanted to return to her first inclusion in the games soundtrack through these three ambient pieces and the classic in-game Pigstep record disc that introduced her music to the Minecraft community.

Pigstep is a bop, no doubt! A boldfaced groove of mischievous synth-bass jive, curious yet cautious flutes adventuring nearby and a cheeky lead melody throwing caution to the wind. The music builds up to a gratifying swirl of sounds that can swiftly drop back to its starting stomp, all while a busy percussive drive builds up a textural density around it. Quite the departure from C418's stance, an attention grabbing introduction that fits the vibe of the nether's new Piglin inhabitants.

The three pieces of ambience built for Minecraft's most perilous dimension steer clear of the darkness and abandon one could so easily grasp for. With slight unease and tension in its airy ambiguous synths, all three anchor into moods that signifies danger and caution yet linger on what beauty is to be offered. Chrysopoeia rolls in with a thick fog for gracious piano notes to cut through. One can see the magnificent yet truly deadly landscapes, appreciating its magnitude within a humble presence.

Rubedo is my favorite. Mainly for starting with its main looping melody which arises as a lonely spirit, drifting in perpetuity. When the more commonly ambient backing synth groans into existence, it brings such a powerful and daunting sway that swells in a riveting moment of tension. Its a beautiful moment, stunningly crafted through a reverse of format where often the backing would linger as the melodies direct.

So Below takes a glassy, crystalized set of sounds on a cold and breezy voyage, somewhat unfitting to the scorching heat of the lava riddled nether. The ominous bass murmuring below broods and awaits its turn. When the shiver passes it expands its creep, ending the trio of tracks with the darkest of moments which fades aptly.

Lena has me excited for the future of this games music. Her craft is brilliant and brings true inspiration and vision to a format of music, Ambient, that can easily be jostled of its merits. Best of all the visions conjured suit the nauseating scale of the basalt deltas, unruly dangers of crimson forests and the eerie safety of a warped forest.

Rating: 7/10

Kae Tempest "The Line Is A Curve" (2022)

 

Formerly known as Kate Tempest, Kae returns after the disappointing The Book Of Traps And Lessons, renewed and revitalized with that magic sparkle heard on earlier records. Always one to cut to the heart of social observations, The Line Is A Curve turns in a personal direction as a love story arcs from origins of pain and separation. Although Kae is often tied up in the observations of the characters manifesting from story telling, this time much of the lyrical feels deeply personal with vulnerability often heard in there voice. The record blossoms from a typically dystopian, dissatisfied, unsettled origin into a warm, endearing resolve found in the love of another soul.

Shadowy, softly glum with a nightly luminosity, the opening instrumentals navigate difficult terrain with terrain as Kae's lyrical journey starts from a depressive state. The mood begins to turn with Salt Coast, its opening gives me an eerie deja vu to Marvin Gaye's Inner City Blues. It must be the same piano chord! With this song both Kae and the instrumental start turning to positive expressions and melodies as the relationship between ones self and the other starts to tangle. Slowly the threads are pulled one by one.

Along the way, These Are The Days land some Pink Floyd vibes with fantastic instrumentation. Mixing a live band with the synthetic melodies has a beautiful resonance. Its something the production achieves over and over, melding different musical elements at the greatest compliment to Kae's words. Things get a little manic with the last couple of songs but landing on the heart pouring Grace, the arc finds its conclusion. One that surely can't be fictions, its such a beautiful expression.

The Line Is A Curve plays with a true album experience, not a collection of songs but a journey cohesive in voice and instrumentation that one can chew on from some time as Kae's lyrics stir the deeper rumblings of thought and the accompanying music setting an apt complimentary tone. The whole thing feels like a hugely personal endeavor to shape the motions of ones life into a piece of art.

Rating: 7/10

Lena Raine & Samuel Åberg "Minecraft: Wild Update (Original Game Soundtrack)" (2022)

 

With the latest Minecraft update closing in, this timely four song soundtrack has been released in what is becoming a welcome tradition for the game. Its new music disc composed by Samuel Åberg will have the community whisked into a world of discussion. The audible sound of flint and steel in its inception will fuel the fires of theory regarding a new type of portal in the ancient city. The cinematic track is a sound design experience to further enrich the lore of the Warden and deep dark.

Initially dark and creepy, a momentary melody so suited to Minecraft's in game records slows down into a dark journey of foot steps and grisly sounds as our adventurer plays hide and seek with the warden. The sound of a sculk shrieker unintentionally activated unleashes a beastly jump scare, to which we heard a brief instance of it in the beginning. It perhaps suggests a non-linear song structure. With this song alone, Mojang have let loose community exceptions for a new dimension ventured from the Ancient City's portal structure. Maybe we will see it next update?

The other three songs composed by Lena Raine speak wonders to her talent. The gentle pacing and warm dreamy ambiences are so apt for this game. Once again she navigates away from the shadow of previous composed C418 and compliments the game wonderfully well. Firebugs builds its innocent, soothing melodies and soft tropical percussion to a surge of cultured strings. Boldly, it gives a brief but necessary human touch to the song. One can imagine themselves laid down in a canoe, breezily drifting down the rivers through a mangrove swamp on a cool summers day.

Following it up, Aerie drifts into a sunny melancholy. With humble origins, a lonely melody meanders lost over the beautiful resonance set by cautious pianos beneath. Like a sudden realization, the music finds its moment to pivot and slowly build through its bright sorrows as the main melody matures and the deep bass piano notes beneath lead to a place of satisfaction. Its the sort of unassuming song that passes you by quietly yet whips you up gracefully into the arms of its emotional direction.

Labyrinthine is the most noticeable of the three from an ambience perspective. Its pan pipe instrument rises above the pallet of sounds heard in the previous two. Their timbre and presence creates a soft tension to give way before the music steers away. Blossoming into a rather bold and present swelling of sounds, its punctuated by distant, yet sharp and sparse reverberated snare. It demands ones attentionas then a conclusive feeling sets in with the subtle re-birthing of the original pan pipe melody.

Ambient music is an art, a craft which can sometimes hinge on the simpler aspects of aesthetic engrossment and temporal suspension, yet here Lena strides forth with apt melody so suited for the game and weaves in that subtle presentation. The pleasure is that her music can both be enjoyed in the foreground of attention or mood setting background. As for Samuel, his sound design track is quite the different entrance. I wonder if we will hear more of his works again? And what else he is possible of.

Rating: 6/10

Old Man's Child "Vermin" (2005)

 

On the first few spins, much of this record felt fresh to a long forgotten cast. As a reminiscent familiarity set in, fond yet faded memories of its existence began to re-emerge. This was then the newest of Galder's records to be released in the prime of my time enjoying his music. Somehow, it ended up over shadowed by the rest of his records. Revisiting it has been a pleasure, a lost joy I've re-acquainted myself with.

Strangely though, I feel I have the least to say about this record. Following his peak, In Defiance Of Existence, Galder's next move was a symphonic embellishment that has Vermin feel more like a bridge between the aforementioned album and Revelation 666 - The Curse Of Damnation that came before it. Despite my adoration of Revelation 666, it does admittedly drown in the rich symphony and over production.

Vermin is measured in approach, taking the refined song writing of In Definance and bringing a visibly more involved orchestration of darkly synths to its atmosphere. It does however frequently turn to the bombastic throws of evil Metal. Its big riffs are pitted against a careful arrangement of sinister melodies and devious guitar work. The momentum is splurged on simple breakdowns, often drenched in keyboard symphony.

With a lack of stand out moment, the shorter record plays through the defined Old Man's Child sound without anything experimental or unexpected. Perfect for a mood but lacking in anything to grab your attention otherwise. It does dabble with a brief cinematic sound design track to end off with. Its descending tone, hinted at in its titling, is a brief stint but hardly makes a lasting impression in new territory.

Rating: 7/10