Spellling "Portrait Of My Heart" (2025)

 

Devoid of that alluring magic felt on The Turning Wheel, experimental musician and singer-songwriter Spellling returns with a stiff set songs to lend her hearty, endearing voice to instrumentals simply on a different wavelength. Rife with overt echo's of 90s Alternative Pop, 80s Classic Rock, Glam Rock and flashes of Prog Rock, even Metal in a single moment, these songs crudely show their inspirations. Its rough around the edges, garage aesthetic sounds fantastic yet clashes with a remarkably salient, soulful performance, expressing many personal, emotional themes through lyrical delivery.

I've tried to drill these songs into my mind with repeated exposure, that same gnawing clash barricades a charm clearly aimed for. One can hear the bold conceptual strides these numbers take. Bright ideas, yet lacking novelty in pursuit of convention over experimentation. With this shift in norms, a chemistry between voice and instrument falters, despite either doing nothing erroneous individually, together they lack spark.

This disposition left me with little to say, I could delve into the ideas explored deeper but with a lack of adoration, words for expressing my perception just don't flow. Still one to pay attention to, I hope she finds her way back to the unusual charms again.

Rating: 4/10

Trevor Something "So Cold" (2025)

 

My introduction to Trevor Something was through his distinct covers of classic songs ranging from 80s Synthpop ear-bugs to 90s Alternative crooners and Industrial anthems. A treacherous terrain to navigate, traversed in complimentary nature to give those oldies a differed flavor. Comprised of original songs, So Cold has to compete with those high standards. Taking such dreamy aesthetics to his own material, the chasm is felt raw across thirty tracks that fail to illuminate through melody, hook or lyricism. This record falls into the "vibes" category, establishing mood, then ruminating on it endlessly, without any spectacular musical ideas or deviation from the path.

Tracks play slow and sullen like sluggish fever dreams of self indulgent misery. Twisted to melodic might, reverb soaked synths delve into a cold Ethereal melancholy. Soft and soothing by design, these dreary yet absorbing synthetic soundscapes elongate melodies to the tune of sadness. Trevor's ghostly voice echos out above, downtrodden, drowning in the wounds of a self centered lifestyle's emotional loneliness. Heard best in his words, its catchier words echo a crude Manson.

 

So Cold's architecture lacks diversity, its moods circle the drain. The title track catches an ear with some intriguing repeat cuts, caught between a record skip and digitized glitch, they create a momentary disoriented charm for attentive ears. Occasional vocal warbling encroaches into Mumble Rap vibes. Infrequent but a curious if only brief distinction. Spaced out percussion patterns occasionally go full Synthwave with gated tom drum fills. Once again a brief glimmer of deviation from the overall tone.

 

One can find a few favorite cuts that resonate well within this context. Numb The Pain and Die 1000x stood out for me. They seem a cut above the rest on a record devoid of hooks and memorable moments. Each song tends to melt into the next as feverish aesthetics overpower other fundamentals. A fair and entertaining listen for self indulgence that probably doesn't have the legs to stick in ones mind for too long.

 

Rating: 5/10

Doomsday "Never Known Peace" (2025)

 

A few weeks on from discovering Crossover Thrash outfit Doomsday, a new record drops! In fact, Never Known Peace is their debut "full length", a trim, lean, concise thirty minutes of fiery metallic blasphemy! With a tight production in place, the band straddle Slayer worship with a modernized arsenal of slick sprinting riffs and roaring, evil evoking lead guitars. The latter aspect gets nail to the cross. Echoing King and Hanneman's dueling, unhinged guitar solos, the record's ten cuts flow with melodic chaos as the arrival of spurious shredding illuminates the tone, a consistent high point.

Oddly, its high tempo rhythm guitars chug and gallop chops to a lesser luminosity. They serve as the mood's aggressor, continuously grinding out stomping grooves in a menacing formality. Lacking surprise or novelty to seasoned ears, the ceaseless flow of rhythmic assault runs warm. When set up for a big breakdown, it lands somewhat soft. When the rhythm guitars aren't accompanied by face melting leads, things feel thin despite continuously punishing with notable touches of Hardcore dance groove.

 Stepping back from my analytical dissection, Never Known Peace is a heck load of fun. Despite being one mean best, its tone feels fun and uplifting, a dark demeanor for show, not to be taken seriously. The thirty minutes blaze by without a foot step wrong. Its surprisingly consistent, without a dull moment and nothing truly remarkable to rattle off on, although whiffs of potential linger. Only instrumental interlude track Extinction's Hymn gets a mention for its utilization of a sinister synth to add a textural flare to its main galloping guitar riff. A small footnote on a record that sticks firmly to its design.

Rating: 7/10

Clipping "Dead Channel Sky" (2025)

  

 Leaning hard into their distinct jilted abrasion, experimental Hip Hip trio Clipping return armed with an arsenal of rapid fire razor sharp rhymes, accompanied by cyberpunk dystopian disjointed beats. Its a despairing, paranoid journey, showcasing the unrivaled talents of Daveed Diggs, who blasts vivid lyricism through an effortless cold, monotonous delivery. Poetic and descriptive, he arms this unsettling soundscape of buzzing computer electronics with moments of clarity, cutting through the rumpus and adding a dispirited human element to the already dejected temperament.

 Lyrical themes resonate with defeatism, reflecting current social-political concerns. Early on, dexterous rhymes charm through ambiguous, artistic, storytelling motifs. In its second half, clearer concepts are depicted with plainer language. The emergence of AI, growing wealth inequality, the harms of social media, disinformation and internet related corrosive forces. Its in the latter half that these clearer expressions, the conceptual nature of Dead Channel Sky, takes form for this lukewarm listener.

Mediocrity stems from its dredging, drawn out nature, tediously slow burning through cyber-industrial soundscapes. Short interludes and key songs play drowned in an endless string of aesthetic ideas which only reward when converging upon groove and rhythm. This mostly happens at the heels of 90s House rhythmic energy and signature waveform leads from the era's blossoming electronic scene. In these moments, much is borrowed from the past. The dystopian aesthetic a thin veneer atop what works.

Entertained by a couple of spins, the search for depth has alluded me in becoming numb to its admittedly impressive arrangements of dial-up inspired internet glitch-synth. So to did Diggs' rhymes flourish food for thought initially. That persuasion has swiftly evaporating in this artistic vision mostly devoid of the simple pleasures required to bridge the avant-garde. Dead Channel Sky lacks the curation to drive home its vision, instead flooding us with an indulgent revel, not quite to this fans taste.

Rating: 5/10

C418 "Wanderstop" (2025)

 

Clocking in with a verbose 195 minutes of fresh instrumentation, C418's latest video game soundtrack is understood mostly through its soothing vibes and cosy moods. A safe feeling in which to curl up inside, as its soft fuzzy warmth, painted by classical instrumentation, works claming wonders. Adorning strings, chiming bells, felt pianos, a magical xylophone and lean cello bass, blush harmoniously in delightful ambient reverbs and crafted echoes. All these sounds arrive luscious and clean, with occasional touches of subtle electronic synths woven within its pristine chemistry.

Its a mastery heard before on both Beta and One, now restrained by its core focus on traditional instruments. One will also hear intermittent echo's of the classic Minecraft Alpha soundtrack in its meandering piano motifs. I'm perhaps now re-realizing how much similarity to the likes of The Plateaux Of Mirror this iconic sound of C418's has.

Wanderstop sets itself apart from familiarity through reoccurring themes and melodies that shift with the record. The deeper in you get, those recurrences subside for fresh ones. A few darkly passages emerge mostly between in usual crooning and quirky expressions. All are likely shaped by the timing of their appearances in the game.

Its nice to see Daniel has been busy with no shortage of inspirations. Assuming this has kept him busy for some time, I hope we will hear a new full length original soon. Its been seven years since the last! This however is a separate project, one that stands on its own two feet well and hopefully serves the vision for this game as well.

Rating: 7/10

Spiritbox "Tsunami Sea" (2025)

Once highly anticipated, now sorely devoured, binging Tsunami Sea left me with a simple sentiment - these numbers could take many moons to fully internalize. Often cloaked by its own steely downcast expressions, LaPlante's stealthy Pop inspired vocals play second fiddle to a dominant theme of dejected aggression. Manifesting in temperamental sways between songs, angers climax upon the altar of monstrous hatred that is Soft Spine's mammoth onslaught. Moments before, a tuneful Perfect Soul embellishes their gentler side, reveling in the timbre of a classic pop song's hook.

Front loaded by a heavy assault of elasticated eight string guitar grooves melding with the subtle texturing of eerie atmospheric synths, cracks emerge as tracks occasionally mellow into doleful melancholies. Ride The Wave plays a keen example, cloudy mediocrity overcomes its hurtful emotional resonance. This sombreness leaves me with that aforementioned sense of needing more time to internalize its curious yet depressive persuasion. In conclusion, Tsunami Sea has one to many songs that drift by, failing to wrangle me into its allusive charm, unlike Eternal Blue was able to do.

To sing its praises, Tsunami Sea pushes the envelope of their sound. Seeking subtle inclusions of percussive sounds from the 90s explosion of electronic music, songs arrive fleshed out with links to tie its textural depth through the sways of intensity. Meager drum grooves holdover transitional moments a seamless fit. So to do hidden layers of trancey electronic synths weave in subdued soundscapes around the mostly metallic music that occasionally drifts into a Shoegaze and Ethereal territory.

The construct is masterful, giving listeners added depth to explore on an intensive listen. Seemingly straightforward, the instrumental ideas struck are enriched by this tapestry of passionate sound. Elevating the core of their musical identity, its a step in the right direction. On its best tracks, undeniable. As a whole album, the experience dips in spots. There is much to be enjoyed here. I hope it continues to grow on me.

Rating: 7/10

Old Tower "The Trench Pilgrims" (2025)

Commissioned for the "Grimdark Compendium", Old Tower lends their craft to a presumably fitting tone for table top game Trench Crusade. Its setting in 1914 explains the quirky archaic musical sample that aids this five tracks opening Introduction. The sample disappears into a gloomy fog of atmospheric synth and chilling horns echoing a haunting wreckage left by battles carnage. From here, we descend into darkly meditations, spiritual yet steeped in an eerie inclination. Chorals led by loose and worldly percussive instrumentals chain us to its rhythmic trance. The subtle entrance of Berlin School synths paint a suggestion of something cosmic lurching beyond.

A similar spirit guides the lengthy, hovering Anchorite Shrine. Its soft Piano notes, buried in a smokey haze, conjure an alluring crime novel danger akin to Noir Jazz. I heard touches of this motif earlier in the records opening. This mysterious lean is particularly befitting of Old Tower's cool temperament. The closing track Revelations twists that tone to sinister as a calculating drum pattern softly beats its menace. The tension rises but far from conflict, the song suddenly drops its grip, reminding one of the captivating power music, that is often relegated to the background, can have.

Rating: 7/10

Saor "Amidst The Ruins" (2025)

With foundations of extreme and cultural aesthetic resolute and intact, Saor embarks on this latest venture through the shackles of familiarity. Thus initial listens spun a lukewarm drone of routine blast beats exchanging duties with its symphonic layer. Comprised of strings, Violin, Cello and effeminate voicings, this heathen tapestry enriches Saor's music with the spirit of Scottish highlands and its cultural heritage.

The metallic counterpart, comprised of pummeling drums and angular distortion guitars, stands somewhat in contrast as expectant extremities offers little to the embellish narratives and server as obvious amplifications of intensity, swelling energy but rarely feeling warranted in contrast to the rich underlaying musical themes.

Thus we have a record in peculiar imbalance. At a frequent pace, the collapses of roaring aggression give way to stunning arrangements of beloved highland melody. Beautiful in flow and holding grace with mother nature, a reoccurring sense of longing persists in these spirited melodies. They are the highlight in which to endure.

Sadly the majority of these earthly musical motifs rest in tandem between the two, layering in this gorgeous vision with familiar aesthetics that offer little new. Tired of bellowing screams and blazing blast beats, I found myself chiming with the serine acoustic guitar tones and cultured instruments, an aspect stunning on its lonesome.

The records most passionate passages emanate on their acoustic reverberations, often to be enveloped by that roaring beast. My tolerance of its metallic components rested on the whims of personal appetite. Sometimes energizing, at others a drain. Saor has matured strongly on a cultural  front to deeper meaning but foundations strip this expression of greatness in my opinion. However, its still a very enjoyable record.

Rating: 6/10

Gelure "Inner Sanctum" (2025)

 

The purist pleasures of these peaceful yet esoteric atmospheres has affirmed Gelure's elevated stature. My initial fondness for The Candlelight Tomes and Into The Chesfern Wood has matured with much exposure. Those arcane magics have delivered time and time again. Returning refined after a few years break, the character depicted pitches partly Medieval, churchly, with a dash of Tolkien Fantasy grandiosity. Cultural stringed instruments yielding folksy melodies ground its era. Saintly chorals, vibing on soft cloudy synths, bewitch one in a captivating calmness. Swaying between these masterful constructs, we venture upon scenic swells, conjuring natural beauty, fantasy landscapes and occasionally battles through the crashing of gong cymbals, deep laggard drums and triumphant horns. At its opposing end, sleepy subdued melodies, smothered in reverberations, upend darkly mystic moods, both soothing and curious.

The words Dungeon Synth barely crossed my mind before writing out these inspired thoughts. Gelure has ascended its shackles, arriving upon a grand stature, crafting beautifully mediative music adrift from a genre awash with low effort imitations. Inner Sanctum indeed evokes introspective refuge. A haven of sorts through its spellbinding ambience. Best of all, its eleven minute finale surrenders to metallic convention. Modern percussion houses its historic instruments in the rapture of blast beats and fiery groove to venture upon Atmospheric Black Metal's alter. The initial mellowed tremolo guitars hide its extremity well, masking what is to come. At the eight minute mark a truly epic power chord riff gratifies to no end. With monumental sway, its repitions toy with dazzling tunes and tempo deceleration, in a stroke of genius.

Rating: 8/10

Krusseldorf "Mushroom World" (2025)

By forces of coincidence, this intriguing album cover crossed my path. What lay in wait has captivated my curiosity consistently. With its many elements coming onto focus, I can unwind details of this spellbinding listen. Reminiscent of Dusted's Downtempo classic, Swedish composer Krusseldorf's electronics collide with that breezy chilled out realm, infusing soft touches of psychedelic charm into its design. Aptly named Mushroom World, is certainly a realm of ideas to loose ones self in. This overt hint could take its hallucinogenic temperament far, such is the power of suggestion.

 

 What I felt was the percussive persuasions of mellowed out beats, driving the music along with an understated power. Classic Downtempo, yet dialed back to let other instruments take focus. From the deep murmuring Dub baselines of Recliner Song to Chromatic Vapors bustle of playful melodies, these mid-tempo grooves lock one in as an mixed bag of oddities take over. Peculiar, disjointed melodies dance. Synths buzz and whirl in bursts of strange color. Ambiguous sounds flash in and out of focus. And densely reverberated audio snippets inject weighty suggestions of "tripping out".

 

 The record starts tame, its ambient leaning songs play wedged between flimsy melodic stints. Textures shine as these zany meddling aesthetics establish themselves. With the arrival of The Midnight Factory, a nightly noir charm begins to linger, a sense of theme builds, crooning as the record stretches into its second half. Unease gives way to kaleidoscopic wonder, with lively synth melodies playing up its mysterious inspirations into a bizarre, intoxicating indulgence. As suggested, its like drinking Tea With The Cosmos in its better strides. Krusseldorf seems to be a freshly unearthed treasure! No doubts I will be digging for more in their back catalog.

 

 Rating: 7/10

The Weeknd "Hurry Up Tomorrow" (2025)

 

Unleashing emotions raw and aching, Abel's heavenly falsetto collide with misery as Hurry Up Tomorrow paints a unenviable depiction of an artists anguish. Channeled through dreamy Synth-Pop R&B mashups, the limelight suffering, heartbreak woes and substance abuse ripple through this record like therapy. Glued within his mental struggles, suffering is illuminated painfully through direct lyricism and animated interludes set to portray personal, intimate moments and their crushing weight.

Its a strange juxtaposition to the often upbeat, feel good music that has retreated to the sidelines. As such, we embark on a lengthy spell dwelling on this temperament. Instrumentals frequently drift into a dreamy Ethereal sense of limbo. Seeking warmth yet coming up cold. Wake Me Up featuring Justice seems to revive echos of Dawn FM, as if to shut a door on that chapter. Sao Paulo grabs ones attention with its cultured, Hispanic dance floor beat. Infectious, occasionally obnoxious and nightly.

 Deeper into the record, flavors of Synthwave, Trap and Soul emerge, characterizing some big name collaborations. Between them, these mid-tempo, toned down swells of ease and chilled temperament arise. Seemingly unhurried, I sense our artist is trying to linger on every expression felt, as if to be aired out thoroughly. With such stellar production, the glossy sound carries stripped back, simplistic melodies quite far.

Clocking in at eighty four minutes, Hurry Up Tomorrow plays like a limbo mood to sink into, with a foot in each camp. Articulations endures wounds whilst its hazy synth driven instrumental charm pass by like a trip. This dreariness lingers as the record winds down, seemingly without a resolution. I'm left thinking this was all intentional, despite an inclination for curation, The Weeknd was leaning into this moment fully.

Rating: 6/10

Den Sorte Død "Hemmeligheden Bag Den Sorte Slanges Konstellation" (2025)

 

Named after the black death plague that riddled the middle ages, Den Sorte Død unsurprisingly burrow into a solemn funeral gloom with this morose offering. It strikes me as a series of epitaphs, strung together across six lengthy numbers with a latent sense of reoccurring theme. Musical tones linger with grace on the sorrows of man faced with perilous suffering, a reflection of darkness felt through glum melody and decedent tempo, as opposed to a stylistic plunge into aesthetic depravity.

Thus a curious soothing magic emerges, as yawning church organs brood and deep bass murmurs in its lethargy. A calming sense of ease overcomes when in the background. At the foreground of ones attention, the weighty burden of mortal death is ever present. Woven together with subtle intent, Berlin School synths whirl and pine in soft majesty.Touches of ghoulish horror show tropes shine through on occasion too.

No individual track stands out. As the record cycles through its various instrumental compositions, one gets a sense of recycling chemistries, as if revisiting a sombre motif explored earlier. This all plays into its construct, a morbid dwelling on mournful woes. That's at least as I experienced it. A translation of "Hemmeligheden Bag Den Sorte Slanges Konstellation" speaks to something astral and cosmic, which I did not get the mildest sense of, however its synths could be conductive to such a suggestion.

Rating: 6/10

Yagya "Vor" (2025)

Vor feels like a valiant return to fundamentals, that familiar mesmerizing magic spun to a new level of aesthetic excellence. The entrancing hallmarks of Dub Techno remain intact, soothing synths jostle in a haze of dramatic reverb to deliver dense, wondrous atmospheres. A slightly unsettled yet blissful tone bestows one, as inconsequential meandering melodies resonate a naturalistic beauty. The soft power of deep bass and Downtempo grooves aid these suggestions of chilling, tundra landscapes.

 

So to does its snowy cover art. Each song gently broods, easing its way into the dreamy rhythmic sway. Illusive tunes give way to pulsating thuds of bass drum kicks and stabbing wave saw synths. With crafty deception the walls of sound engulf us. Often built alongside northern countryside sounds, the crashing of waves, howling winds and squawking of distant birds, one is persuaded to its visual conjuring.

 

Icy caves, frozen mountains and snow smothered forests, their is no doubt the native Icelandic winter gives rise to these stunning Ethereal experiences. Nothing unexpected in its familiar construct, yet astonishing by the weighty power it holds. Its two halves, Vor and Haust, did suggest a shift in tones on paper but the whole thing flows as one, eight glorious shades of superb and dreamy Dub Techno.

 

Rating: 8/10

Dynatron "Beyond Space" (2025)

  

Bridging Synthwave and Cosmic Ambience, Dynatron returns from a four year silence with this soothing astral inspired pair of tracks. These two halves delve into nightly aspirations. Powered by mid-tempo groove, the simple pleasures of a snare to kick sway play repetitive but serve its purpose. Around this drive, tuneful melodies jostle for focus, changing focus whilst a bunch of airy saw synths conjure its dreamy stargazing atmosphere. Lined with the expectant gated tom fills and glossy synth tones, it checks all cliche Synthwave boxes. The calmer demeanor tilts towards that sense of ambience but it is mostly in name this suggestion directs ones imagination to the night sky. Unremarkable yet competently executed, I'm mildly excited for what might follow, a possible full length indulgence would be most welcome.

Rating: 3/10