Look Outside Your Window "Look Outside Your Window" (2026)

Technically an album without an artists publishing name, Look Outside Your window Is the so called experimental album recorded by Slipknot members Sid, Clown, Corey & Jim Root. Created alongside All Hope Is Gone, almost twenty years ago, then left in a lengthy limbo, the lack of enthusiasm for its release seems more than reasonable given the general drab mediocrity this gloomy set of mid-tempo sluggers brings.

Hinging on Corey's distinct vulnerable voicings, the music follows his mourning expressions, offering subdued militaristic drum marches under meandering textured guitar noise. This grey chemistry amasses to glum overcast skies and dreary rains as their bleak soundscapes circle themselves. When breaks for sunlight are briefly offered, it does so with minimal melody and an echo of the reverby shoegazing sound.

Some of Corey's hooks have his fingerprints all over it. At least of that era. His natural sway and dramatic pivots could lead into enraging screams and riff eruptions but those feveros elevations never arrive. I often feel left in the lurch by that lack of resolution or release. Its clearly an intentional choice, to ruminate on that dreary tension beforehand, however his band mates never offer up chemistry to engage with.

The record drifts by, these songs seem content wading knee deep in the gloomy amassing of raindrops it gently drizzles upon us. The overall mood never sheds its burden, rarely find relief and thus feels confined to drone by uneventfully. Its bleak, without leaning into its depths that could be. Sadly, a rather tame, disappointing listen.

Rating: 4/10

Fingerspit "Minecraft: Chaos Cubeds (Original Game Soundtrack)" (2023)

 
Fingerspit's milder entry into an ever expanding Minecraft soundtrack plays cozy yet unsurprising as its familiarity to the existing cannon lacks a flavourful distinction. Perfectly executing a tranquil tone and tamed temperament, these five fresh footprints dreamily drift by, indistinct from the cloudy vapors of atmosphere they conjure. Soft and safe, these serene sounds saunter by indistinct and inconsequential. Shy yet tuneful instruments gently chime in. Cushioned synths, distant bells, melancholic pianos and the occasion percussive steel drums stealthily partake in its subtle swells.

Its on the new music disc, Bounce, where we hear personality peaking in. Emulating the quirks of whirly synths and hazy intentions, we wade familiar waters. The rhythmic section is where the track shines! Carefully subdued in texture and presence, underneath rumbles sharp snare shuffles, cutting crash cymbals and stuttering pedal grooves. A touch more progressive than I recall prior tracks. Its a nice contribution that, perhaps, could have been leaned into further. This lengthier thirty minute soundtrack is a safe fit for the game, yet wains by its natural acquaintance.

Rating: 4/10

Këkht Aräkh "Morning Star" (2026)

 
Emblazoned by the merits of early 90s Black Metal spiritual reincarnation, a highly anticipated Morning Star disappoints this impatient listener as Këkht Aräkh pivots hard to a niche flirted with on prior outings. I'll do this one this disservice of over simplifying its ambition as fusing "sad boy" Emo vibes, something I lack a ironic emotional connection with. With streaks of sombre acoustic guitars and tender, wounded singing, the record is strewn with tinges of sadness flavoured by self indulgence.

Although the grisly shrill guitar tones, growling vocal shouts and pattering drums meet it halfway, its melodic wonders hinge firmly on this motif. In fairness, this stark union feels apt, cohesive and natural. At times, its soft moments feels adjacent to the Tolken-esque fairytale. Subtle synths, plucked melodies and heathen singing fit for one of Black Metal's frequent inspirations yet attuned to this different intention.

With a reasonable fifty minutes, variety comes sprinkled throughout. Frequent pivots and crossovers play out between its opposed ends. From dark raw rumbles to Nordic Folk energy, it has a lot to offer. Ultimately, I have to step back and simply remark this one wasn't quite for me. Fresh Black Metal is tired on this old soul and unless somehow evoking that ancient magic, it will fail to ignite my darker curiosity.

Rating: 4/10

Gate Master "Hidden Mysteries" (2026)

Concluding this journey on a more positive note, Hidden Mysteries houses one or two moments of esoteric magic alongside a baffling set of extreme experiments in noise and abrasion. Starting at its lowest point, the concluding Sonic Cleansing Final Movement fumbles through cryptic dirty analog distortions to no avail. Just a pointless romp of aesthetic disgust. The prior trio of movements lack offense, yet fails to evoke the vivid terror these scenic Dark Ambience pieces can so often do. Title track Hidden Mysteries try's it hand at harsh obscure horrors via low fidelity Drum N Bass percussion loops, mixed with harsh dissonant screams for attempted mystique.

Positives start with The Palace, venturing into quirky synths akin to Труп Колдуна, we drift through a limbo like dimension as soft airy synths cushion the unsettled lead melody and droning drums beneath it. A Perculiar Pathway ventures into Dead Can Dance territory, favouring an unsavory darkened tone around these arcane chants bellowing out from the dark. Very much akin to the voice of Brendan Perry.

Lacking a vocal element but continuing in their shadow, opener Enlightenment hits a high note, perfectly emulating Dead Can Dance's worldly magic. The string lead tone is apt, suitable for any imagination or mood. Personally I'm reminded of sun soaked deserts and decimated pyramids, despite a like of melodic flavour in that cultural direction. Its bespoke meditative mood will likely meet you where you're at.

Rating: 4/10

Atlantean Sword "Ironmaster" (2025)

 

Adjacent to our beloved Dungeon Synth niche comes another genre microcosm! Inspired by Conan The Barbarian, we get a stream of Fantasy synth music akin to Might & Magic. Its safe, heroic, triumphant. Honour conquers evil without indulging in the menace of such an infernal foe. So much so that Atlantean Sword's music carves itself a clear distinction. One perhaps overpronounced on this, their latest record.

Ironmaster oozes with heavy layerings of metallic synth. Gleaming horns, militant percussion and organ drones pack together a dense atmosphere. Rigidly marked by the clattering of metal strikes and deep gongs, its aesthetic design lumbers along within its own crammed production. Intention is clear but often feels smothers by its own tone. The finer persuasion of melody struggling to break the massed mold.

Lead instruments do arise, hearty harps and fulgent flutes sparkle animated melodies. There sudden emergences also feel somewhat stiff and cramp. The music ebbs and flows with sudden dramatic shifts that lack a charm despite serving the bigger picture well. Its progressive nature plays into the unfolding Fantasy narrative. Epic chord arrangements can be heard evolving a songs direction yet often competing for focus.

For this sorry listener, Ironmaster never quite pulls one into its clearly vivid, fully realized world. Aesthetic design and musical intent is clear. For whatever reasons, it comes together a touch forceful and overplayed. Hard hitting instruments, lacking subtleties, rubbing up against starkly repetitive percussive strikes. It dispels a magic that could have been. A fair, intriguing listen but not much to return for.

Rating: 4/10

Angine De Poitrine "Vol.1" (2024)

Currently riding a wave of hype, Angine De Poitrine splay shock and awe, exposing a young generation to microtonal music and a helping of rhythmic rebellion. Its nice to see people get excited, they deserve as much. The anonymous personas, alien voicings and bizarre cosmetics add to the mystique yet I find myself not as enthralled by this unusual end result. As a duo operating through loop pedal compositions, the musicianship is mightily impressive yet hounds these songs into repetitious drones of cyclical noodling. Quirky melodies, jumpy rhythms, angulating riffs and psychedelic looping. Each song arms itself steadily, layering up, building upon one another.

More often than not, the most gratifying strides arrive in the densest, loaded instances of these droning drives, yet the journey too and beyond can be a touch maddening. Its the nature of the loop pedal composition wearing one down as the novelty of its between note licks and odd grooves hammer on. I much preferred the KEXP live shows. Seeing it in action adds an impressive aura, the double guitar and pedal manipulation in action exposes how much magic is extracted from this pair. The talented duo of Angine De Poitrine are a class act but not quite my cup of tea. Their music sits firmly in the realm of novelty. A fun exercise in creativity and rejecting norms but not much in the way of a deep connection is formed through the entertainment. And I definitely was entertained!

Rating: 4/10

Heriot "Devoured By The Mouth Of Hell" (2024)

Deep from the depths of metallic stagnation comes a rapid fire record I would have swiftly passed over if not for catching Heriot's energetic live performance. Devoured By The Mouth Of Hell also received some critical acclaim, convincing me to give it a proper go. I'm left convinced the Metal scene is lacking fresh innovation, as the genre matures into its sixth or so generation of existence, where does it venture next?

Described by Blabbermouth as "post-everything", one can hear a slew of subgenre ideals getting picked apart, then reassembled in this beastly collection of spiteful aggressive slogs. Focused on a mood of rage and tone of dread, its often a lurching background synth or atmospheric guitar distortion that glues together a songs identity. In barrels rumbling barrages of barbaric sound, dense with roaring bass but often devoid of much beyond amassing a terrifying textured vehicle of assault.

Thus its ten tracks aimlessly roam a desolate wasteland of destruction, sporadically lashing out in any available direction. Conceptually, it does sounds brilliant but in experience, most its songs lack a true musicality to latch onto. The dialed back, sullen Ethereal gloom of Opaline packs a genuine punch but its one cut from the many. The so called "post-everything" feels like a intentional choice to skirt prior conventions in search of something new. Only in brief glimpses does this search connect.

Rating: 4/10

Danny Brown "Stardust" (2025)

Michigan rapper Danny Brown returns with a highly collaborative record, spotting features to smaller artists on all but two tracks. Still committed to his brand of eclectic experimentation, unhinged noise oriented beats drive the record, contrasted by a brief concept of grandiose sentiment that kicks off and sees out this latest chapter.

Despite affirming his apatite as an artist is intact, I didn't connect with the albums core. Disorienting vibes dominate, snappy glitched electronics and stripped back yet hard hitting jilted percussion dominates. Frequently drifting into the House and Dance lane, a few numbers like Lift You Up brings an easy, conventional energy to the fold. For the most part, Danny's nasal toned abrasive flow paired with frantic instrumentals lacked a charm or even aesthetic intrigue.

Book Of Daniel opens the record with moving 70s Rock acoustic guitar and piano, sentimental vibes, a snug fit for fantastic verses expressing his state of mind as success interacts with apatite in our terminally online environment. A deep reflection reiterated upon through another's spoken word on The End. Its a touch juvenile and fatalistic but offers a curious space for thought emerging from age and success. For me, its the records one merit, a fascinating stem so brief in the albums bigger picture, it couldn't save my lack of connection to Stardust, this one just didn't do it for me.

Rating: 4/10

South Arcade "Play!" (2025)

 

Returning with another slice of 00s alternative culture reimagined, this fresh five track struggles to peak the heights of 2005 but builds out the bands setlist with a couple more lively, animated tracks. Supermodels is the standout, a rapid run of semi-rapped verses powered by stop start riffs interwoven with intricate drumming and slamming electronic textures at its crescendo. The influences present from Gwen Stefani's eclectic alternative No Doubt simply can't be unheard from this point onwards.

Fear Of Heights plays on similar vibes with heavy strumming powering forward underneath Cavelle's sailing chorus hook. Oddly it feels underplayed, she has quite the charming voice but sticks to the more casual sing-talk cadence. Drive Myself Home is my favorite, a metallic edged hitter with fantastic production, worming in some timely glitches and dense texture into its wall of sound aesthetic.

Bleed Out plays like a less potent blend of these ideas heard on the aforementioned cuts, its final track Blood Run Warm pivots towards an emotive acoustic torch song. Armed with a country tang on its verses and Emo flavor in its chorus, the band aim well for a diversity that charms despite not being my cup of tea. A sing along for fans who connect with its heart felt lyrics. A decent EP but one step behind the last.

Rating: 4/10

Trivium "Struck Dead" (2025)

In this age of drip feeding album hype cycles with a growing string of singles, its unclear if Struck Dead is a standalone EP, or the lead in to a full length. Unable to find mention of a new record, I thought these three tracks deserved a few kind words. Balancing punishing monotone grooves with melodic inflections, an act of swaying between the two plays a prominent theme. More so on its first two cuts are we treated to impressive stomps of guitar brutality that build tensions to be unleashed as Heathy rocks in with crooning guitar leads dripping with lavish color and his ascending voice.

 

 Its closer, Six Walls, blurs boundaries as harsher tones meld with choppy melodies echoing classic Metalcore guitar riffs. Its a more ambitious song, seeking an epic structure as gleaming guitar solos amp up the energy for a closing chorus repeating to a fade out. Impressive but often leaning on the lessons learned by a seasoned song writer, it lacked a vibrancy I heard bold and loud on Struck Dead with its ferocious guitar solos making quite the impression given how little room for originality there is in this performative art form. A short, welcome listen reigniting my curiosity in Trivium.

 

Rating: 4/10

Sabaton "Legends" (2025)

Sabaton peaked my interest with two mighty world war one themed records, Great War and The War To End All Wars. New and naive to their sound, it was an enthralling introduction to their militarist take on Symphonic Power Metal. With this newest chapter, Sabaton's stylistic depth reveals itself, that warm welcome wearing itself thin. Lacking fresh ideas, Legends feels by the numbers, a cookie cutter, cut and paste approach to songwriting that has numbers like Hordes Of Khan conjuring Deja-Vu.

The broad historical theme delving into eras and figures doesn't steer the band in to new territory. On all fronts, the exact same approach is undertaken, assembling the range of intensities, melodic forays and vocal cadences for a soft, mildly entertaining eleven songs. Its all to familiar, fun, generally upbeat, fitting for history nerds but as a now seasoned listener, the lack of novelty or progression dulls its presence.

Rating: 4/10 

Sabrina Carpenter "Man's Best Friend" (2025)

Striking while the iron is hot, Sabrina swiftly turns around another record. Leaning further into Country vibes with a competent arrangement of tracks, its the subject matter that dominates the albums tone. To a lesser extent, the cover art also provokes similar questions as to whats going on here. The devilishly flirtatious, mildly edgy nature of Short N' Sweet has its charms, elevated by fun instrumentals and joyous hooks. Man's Best Friend skews away from this chemistry. The Country roots less to my liking and its lyrical content slipping from cute and cheeky to crude and cringy.

Artistry is a curious interaction of intention and interpretation. In an attempt to be charitable, one could suggest a lack of context is available, however these things should make themselves self evident in the performance. I'm not sensing substance behind the provocative. No philosophy, food for thought or reflection thrust upon the listener to challenge perspectives. Sabrina's lyrics simply come off as shallow and childish, saying that which crosses the line simply to cross it. I'm all for artists challenging norms but there needs to be an actual reason behind it.

Thus Man's Best Friend tests once tolerance as mediocre Country music rubs up against a care free Sabrina dialing up her overtly sexual persona. Her words drift from cheeky to questionable. At times, this reach for shock value paints an unfavorable image of her values when it comes to relationships. If there is a point being made here, It went right over my head. Tears is the one track I'll come back for. Its Disco groove and comedic hook is crude but mostly plays as harmless fun. 

Rating: 4/10

Skepta & Fred Again.. "Skepta .. Fred" (2025)

The title along says all it needs too, advertising an enticing collaboration between two big UK artists. Dance/House producer Fred Again.. and veteran Grime MC Skepta, a voice I've not heard in some time. I was hyped but to be frank, this mostly feels like padding for the killer track Victory Lap. Hard hitting and obnoxious, its gritty groove rocks off the bold synth baseline and tight drums. Kicking off with a wild monotone hook, the fast vocals chop and change with Skepta filling in a pair of atypical verses.

 

With a sense of adventure, Fred transitions through the first four tracks. Starting with a dirty Grime beat, steadily blending in his signature vocal snippet tunes and touches of House atmosphere. These are tricksy, intricate instrumentals, layered with intimate textures. By Last 1s Left we are fully submerged into the club vibes, holding onto a mysterious urban darkness. 21 Years sheds that Grime hangover, while his partner in crime leans into the sound harder than ever. Its as if their ideas don't quite align.

For me, Skepta is the weak link here. His confident persona an entertaining one, yet his cutting flow and slang laden rhymes feel predictable and aged, lacking a spark of freshness or urgency. Its acknowledged on the aforementioned track, referencing the unchanged nature of this now classic London rhyme style. Aesthetically, the two have chemistry but the overall mood feel somewhat off bar the powerful Victory Lap.

 

Rating: 4/10 

Travis Scott "Utopia" (2023)

Album four and the experience follows a now familiar form, another protracted stream of creativity lacking curation. Once again, sparks of genius emerge within a lengthy escapade touching deeper into the realms of Psychedelia, Ambient and Low-Fi.

Arranging unique aesthetics to conjure estranged and unconventional vibes that fit the trap formula, Travis dedicates a whole track to each idea, forging tame streaks of mediocrity between the bangers. The classic chicken or egg question emerges, as subdued beats devoid of percussive power tend to lull. One wonders if a little oomph from the drums is all that's needed to elevate, as the best numbers have the hardest grooves to propel his curious and distinct atmospheres forward, an unusual intersection of laid back, easy going energy entangled with dark and gritty tensions.

 

The record is star studded, a huge cast of big names reaching beyond his immediate scene on a couple occasions. Despite getting two shots to shine, The Weeknd doesn't have best tracks here, a trend I've noticed with his sublime guest appearances. It speaks volumes to a sense that these features just fill out the space between Scott's unimpressed raps and auto tune tangents. Lyrically, little stuck out within its lengthy runtime, a throwback to the CD filling days where bands would pack out a disc with plenty of filler. That's what most of Utopia was for, tone setting aesthetics with a lack of impetus.

 

Rating: 4/10 

$uicideboy$ "Thy Kingdom Come" (2025)

 

Its a smash! Returning swiftly from New World Depression, cousins Ruby and Scrim spin the wheels recycling their distinct but well refined formula. Now accustom with their gritty aesthetic, I found this thirty minute record to offer little fresh or exiting. Second track Napoleon leans into some classic 90s Southern Hip Hop themes, mustering a momentary flair as the records tone quickly resettles. Later on Grey+Grey+Grey ushers in scary movie soundtrack vibes with a Horrorcore style banger. The following Carried Away caught my ear too. A moody number, leaning on the hazy vibes of its depressing Ethereal atmosphere.

These where a couple of highlights among a lack of novelty. One of my biggest takeaways was noticing how many beats use the exact same drum kit, often with the same hi-hat rhythm. That lack of variety essentially parallels a very casual approach to songwriting. Hastily produced beats, flexing lyrics that feel expressive of the moment but lack a broader scope. Hooks are sorely missed too. Not a single track lands something truly memorable. Although their sincerity is endearing, that power wears off when the creative process feels routine and dialed in. Overall, a disappointment.

Rating: 4/10 

Qendresa "Londra" (2024)

Shifting gears, refining the chemistry, Londra trades in its Vapourwave idiosyncrasies for a dusky flavor. This collection of mellowed out R&B dwellings settle on subdued night light vibes, with a touch of Noir Jazz gloom to it. It becomes more apparent as the record grows, early on moods are brighter. Its opener 2 Much revels in a groovy G-Funk shadow. Its all subtitles tho, as the musics tempo is consistently effortless.

 

 Despite having engaging instrumentals that consistently conjure these slick, dusky spells, its Qendresa herself who breaks the allure as the album progress. Early on her soft singing charms, Sweet Lies reminiscent of Grimes at her best. Toning down the presence of these smooth sung lines, opting in for a casual, spoken word approach to her verses, a social, conflict oriented braggadocio persona steadily emerges.

 

Its this lyrical focus that spoiled the musical magic for me. Status oriented, plain worded ventilations of social dramas and relationship woes cross' paths with seemingly shallow statements of boastful intent, aimed at putting down others. The self indulgence of it all added an unemphatic layer to the music hard to relate with. Otherwise a solid listen but this shift in tone to "harden up" was not to my liking.

 

Rating: 4/10 

Blood Incantation "Luminesecent Bridge" (2023)

  

Written in its name, this two track bridges Timewave Zero and Hidden History Of The Human Race, attempting to conciliate the colossal chasm between sounds. A bold ambition where some common ground gets merged, its two halves simply explore opposing aspects. Obliquity Of The Ecliptic sticks rigidly as the manic splattering of ghoulish Death Metal, transitioning through eerie atmospherics into a Progressive behemoth of sorts, eclipsed by a soaring guitar solo of epic reach. A powerful show of composition, pulling its best moment from the echos of  80s Metallica guitar lead.

The proceeding title track serves to tie its exploration of Dark Ambient with a caustic acoustic guitar phrase. The two meld under the eerie presence of what sounds like estranged bird calls. Building in tension, guitar lead and drums usher in a mystic atmosphere yearning for a grandiosity that never quite arrives. Instead trumpets mark its death as the peak fades into obscurity. It could of erupted into magnificence, yet seemed content on only a glimpse of its mystique. A bridge only partially explored, finding the obvious common connections and executing it with a touch of class.

Rating: 4/10

Hunt The Dinosaur "Nefarious" (2025)

 

Nefarious made quite the excitable splash upon impact. With my apatite shaped for the lighter sides of music, a throwback to playful extremities was on the cards. Despite having had my fun, repetition has exposed novelty as Hunt The Dinosaur's "over the top" fusion of Metalcore, Djent and rapid fire Rap screams runs its coarse. Sadly, this brief record fails to carve out a classic like Destructo from its octane insanity.

Across its six cuts we are bombarded by barbaric thumps of sound. Low end eight string guitar pound assaulting grooves between splashes of dissonant guitar noise. Snarling screams spit spiteful lyrics, occasionally hurtling into sprints of the distinct memorable shout raps. Lyrics play with foul themes and periodically reference classic Rap one liners and motifs. Ferocious drums rattle like a raging beast, foaming at the mouth, holding firm grooves, then sporadically hurtling into dizzying blast beats. Wedged between it all, alien dystopian synth occasional meld unusual textures, a subtle dressing often understated and easy to overlook among the ravaging madness.

My main takeaway is a lack of memorability. A lack of songwriting fails to land hooks and riffs in a way that sticks. Instead, Nefarious feels like a ceaseless barrage of ideas aimless assembled together, unable to forge a bigger picture beyond the sum of its parts. That, or perhaps I am growing tired of this Post-Deathcore race to the bottom.

Rating: 4/10

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

Amebix "Arise!" (1985)

Further exploring suggestions of proto-Black Metal coincidences we arrive at Arise! Amebix's sophomore effort venturing in 80s Heavy Metal. Casting of the shackles noisy Crust Punk tonality, stiff power chord oriented songs march through a metallic demeanor skating into Post-Punk territory for its hooks. Cutting riffs rot under tom pounding drums that lack an articulation fit for metallic aggression. Gruff heathen shouts spew forth, lacking charm, crying over a sea of mediocrity making strides for big theatrics. It falls short as repetitive song writing tends to sell its vision short.

Touches of something medieval, barbaric, even tribal emerge through lyrical suggestions and pounding repetition. Devoid of melody, this idea mostly emanates from front man Rob Miller. His rural presence conjuring similarities to an early Bathory. Songs could swiftly be transformed into grand visions with outbreaks of triumphant lead guitar melody, however they remain confined to the grinding shred and gallop of Heavy Metal rhythm guitar. Although to dated for my taste, it has some curious merits.

Rating: 4/10