Angine De Poitrine "Vol.II" (2026)

Striking while the iron is hot, French Canadian duo Angine De Poitrine drop another six Math Rock, Microtonal jams to sway you under their peculiar spell. Although not much has changed to the structure and composition of their loop pedal driven drones, a noticeable elevation in magnetism pervades as these musicians refine their craft.

Most noticeable, thick driving baselines that power these numbers rattle with texture. They lock in with the occasionally intricate and often animated drums, ramping up intensity as the guitar layers stack. Utzp infuses some Eastern Polka-like vibes with its pacey staccato guitar jabs. Apart from that stylistic distinction, its business as usual.

The eventual swell still yields the most gratification, their formula seemingly unable to wrangle much else out of the loop pedals. Opener, Fabienk is by far their best song. Its two halves quell the droning as a midpoint reset sways past their alien voices into the grooviest assemble yet. Groove being key elevation felt across this brief record.

Rating: 5/10

The Firm "The Album" (1997)

 

Why did The Firm flop? Led by Dr. Dre's evolving production, this Rap super-group failed to garner merit from fans and critics alike. With three decades of distance amassed, not even nostalgia for classic 90s Hip Hop elevates its status, a mostly forgotten and overlook East-West collaboration with aims to end the rivalry.

Firmly rooted in concept and execution, The Album delves hard into Mafiaso Rap, a subgenre then in its prime. Chemistry between artists isn't its downfall. The concepts explored perhaps lack depth but my gut tells me they leaned to far into this Mafia lifestyle inspired motif. Its better tracks share something in common, a narrative. The best lyrical strides come through occasional story telling, leaving the bulk of the album recycling lifestyle braggadocio picture painting rhymes as its main thematic reflection.

The Album does give one a curious window into Dre's evolution. These beats pop off with snappy percussive drums, slick suggestive instruments, assembled tight and precise. For keen ears one can heard the aesthetic foundation for his classic 2001. Five Minutes To Flush slaps with a hard gated reverb bass kick. It recycles the synthetic vocal tricks heard on California Love. Firm Family share a spirit with Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek's Coming Of Age. I love hearing these links in Hip Hop records.

At the time, the star studded cast probably cast a big shadow of expectation. Revisiting this decades on with out any presumptions, a fair and competent record emerges. Armed with a diversity of beats for one to pick favorites, it ultimately lacks substance and depth in lyrics content, painting gangster portraits with predictable rhymes. As suggested earlier, it leans to hard on a single concept, lacking hooks and concepts to back it up. If you're not a fan of Mafiso Rap, this will be a tough sell.

Rating: 5/10

Taylor Swift "Midnights" (2022)

 
Following up on The Life Of A Showgirl, Midnights hasn't exactly illuminated her broad appeal but perhaps such pursuits are an aimless distraction. Its an entertaining record, yet perplexing with its split lyrical directions. Home to my favorite Swift song, the anthemic Anti-Hero, Its introspective maturity and witty sentimentality stand in deep contrast to low point Karma, a spiteful revel in another's misfortune. It plays like a revenge track, harnessing the idea of karma in a rather un-spirited derisive gloat.

This contrast in tone highlights a spectrum of topicality marred by polarization. Taylor grapples with personal battles, fame, stardom and relationship woes from humble points of self critique to then lashing back with jeering ridicules and needling taunts. Fortunately, much of Midnights is the former with Vigilante Shit being a primary example of Taylor slipping into a meaner demeanor. It paints a troubled impression, the drive of emotional weights unable to resolve an anchor in stormy weathers.

That song highlights a reoccurring musical aesthetic of the record, Bedroom Pop, akin to Billie Eilish in my limited range of reference. Its a snug, cozy tone. Stripped back sleepy beats and subtle dreamy synths downplaying melody for dusky twilight atmospheres. Swaying with lunar Electronic tones and Synthpop influences, the music often slips into nocturnal Dream Pop territory with a touch of Ethereal charm. Softened yet modern murmurs of whirling Berlin Synth nestle in the velvet backdrops, playing into a partial minimalism production style as Taylor is given a limelight to shine.

Her singing is quite hit and miss for me. Occasionally striking gold with the whispery mustering magic of Lavender Haze yet much of her deliveries play mediocre. Picking up on more tropes and quirks, the rising vocal inflections at the end of sentences perk the ears. These techniques and others sometimes land but often feel like a bit of a clutch. She can certainly align the stars with impressive magnitude but like on The Life Of A Showgirl, the luminosity sparkles for just a couple of tracks and moments. Her inflections and lyrical cadences seeming like the core chemistry landing inconsistently.

Rating: 5/10

Tame Impala "Deadbeat" (2025)

 

A lengthy five years on from The Slow Rush, Kevin returns armed with the charm of his voice and a lack of direction. Gone is the defining entanglement of Psychedelia and Synth that electrified his prior works. Only Dracula and to a lesser extent Loser, conjure those dreamy upbeat vibes. The rest of this tame record meanders through electronic aesthetics seemingly inspired by the breezy night life House of Fred Again.. for lack of a better reference given my limited scope. Tracks No Reply, Not My World, Ethereal Connection and End Of Summer are the biggest culprits, the last two drifting into pounding bass drones reminiscent of Underworld's timeless classic Born Slippy.

 Its not to say these aren't entertaining tracks but one can hear a competent musician exploring the realms of musical ideas and exiting with little new to offer. These more blatant flavors come mingled between numbers leaning into Disco, Dance and Funk, always with a jiving modern synthetic angle. Then you have Obsolete, where a synth jam leads into a tangent on Bach's classic Toccata and Fugue. This sense of exploration without finding a unique freshness permeates much of Deadbeat.

Its left me with a few vague flashes of "what could have been", wondering if imposed pressures to release new material had Kevin scraping together whatever was left lying about from jam sessions. Despite that, his lyrics hit a personal and meaningful tone. A depth of emotional expressions with crafty hooks and apt messaging overshadowed by instrumental mediocrity. Ive given it many spins and so little has sadly stuck.

Rating: 5/10 

Труп Колдуна "Eternal Prisoner" (2025)

 

Despite the shoddy stark presentation and tacky musical quirks reeking of "low effort", my time with Eternal Prisoner has taught me that Труп Колдуна does indeed posses a curious charm that empowers an otherwise "cheap" sounding musical project. This machination of Dungeon Synth and off-kilter vibes leans on the unusual, an exploration of mystic atmospheres from alternative realities adjacent to whats previously been established as "the norm" within this Low Fidelity environment.

 The occasional splattering of Black Metal highlights this shifted vision. The menace of snarling screams on Black Throne, Cursed Circle cue this difference, housing the genres extreme riffing ideals on dusty Synths instead of frothing distortion guitars. On a similar oddity, Eternal Prisoner, the underlying fundamentals constructs a misdirect as its main moods mostly borrows an 80s Post-Punk tone. Its this subversion that consistently suggests subtle Vapourwave and Witch House influences from the keys.

 Each song plays as its own little isolated craft, a brief two to three minute venture, mostly oriented around one or two musical ideas born from antithetic experimentation. As a whole, variety keeps it interesting, paced well by intervals where percussion and vocals erupt. Only Gloomy Sanctum stuck with me, something about its strange warbling synth and the soft Egyptian suggestions had me lingering on its vibe.

 Rating: 5/10

Труп Колдуна "Melodies For Ghosts" (2025)

 

Competing with a slew of low effort bedroom producers, this stark cover art aesthetic suggested such presumptions, the phoned in part at least. I have no doubts about its home-brew production, this is "one man" synthesizer composition through and through. What struck me with awe, was a delightful enchantment emanating from these simplistic compositions. With musical charm before textural dressing, Melodies For Ghosts for ghosts achieves its esoteric suggestions, one with a whimsical stride.

Each track is a meditation on an idea, a premise laid out its in titling. These curious arrangements of dreamy synths play approachable yet mystic. Classic Dungeon Synth motifs, leaning towards a nostalgic fantasy realm. The Kazakhstan composer carves themselves a harmless niche of colorful magic into an otherwise darkly realm. I could hear no suggestions of Middle-Eastern cultural, or even musical influences. Had I not done my research, I would not of guessed this came from outside the western world.

Highlights include the opening Ghost Theme, a dense mystic of broody instruments, evoking the realms of beyond. Sanctuary Of Supernatural Cats perks ones ears with a classic 80s drum machine percussion boldly woven in. Phantom Tempest toys with bass and groove, taking us on a nightly stroll through this otherworldly plane. Melodies For Ghosts is a brief sub twenty minute record but a thoroughly enjoyable one!

Rating: 5/10

Enya "Amarantine" (2005)

 Potentially saturating my own Enya experience, Amarantine has struck me as a step backwards for such an esteemed, visionary artist. Held afloat by an ever persisting enchanted chemistry between her sublime voice and magical synths, a familiar cast of motifs emerge as creativity dwindles. From yearning folksy numbers to nocturne piano pieces and elegy hymns, the experience narrows in scope as fresh ideas elude.

 

Amarantine lacks an ambition, resulting in toned down approach less spectacular, sparingly subdued into commonality. Resting on ones laurels, Enya paints a beautiful soundscape, inescapable of familiarity's to her back catalog. On occasional, its gentler touch and moments of minimalism highlight her incredible singing, Water Shows The Hidden Heart, yet these quieter stints feel like lost space for inspired inventiveness.

 

 Its not without its merits. Amarantine certainly achieves to indulge one in Enya's Ethereal realm across its forty five minutes but more as a background piece. The title track itself plays a bespoke lyrical craft, touching deeply upon loving themes through the metaphor of its flower. A memorable song for that reason alone, as its instrumental make up seems bare bones in nature. That may just be the point, to strip things back, prove the magic works, however all that fantastical embellishment definitely elevates.

 

Rating: 5/10 

Enigma "Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi!" (1996)

Album number three, Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi! arrives an amorphus evolution of previous ideas. The prior potiency of Worldbeat dimishes as global cultral sounds subside into a stagnant midtempo troth of dreary passing moods. Michael Cretu takes the role of frontman. His milder vocals, slightly strained, strip the music of impact. Aiming high but landing short, his attempted grandiosity and questions of “im asking why” shys from evoking the deeper resonance these songs are searching for.

 

Meddling instrumentals noodle around with slugish atmospheric synths over dulled Woldbeat and Trip Hop percussion groves. It evokes mildly etheral vibes, somewhat contemplative but rarely do they peak or summit upon a destination. These songs simply circle on themselves as various instruments or vocals chime in on these travels. The moods conjured are dreamy, relaxing and indulgent but mostly as drifting emotions, passing one by. You could give your full attention to them… or not.

 

Thus many of Enigma's once impactful deployment of Gegorian chants, or the inclusion of dramatic female warblings, fall to is medicore persuasion. This third chapter isnt awful but the exicusion of its now established ideas end up drifting through routine, droning percussive loops. This religates a somehat decent round of listens as the novelety somewhat wears off. I now lack the appitite to return again.

 

Rating: 5/10 

Ho99o9 "Tomorrow We Escape" (2025)

Where once a clear vision of anarchic rebellion stood fulled by societal frustrations and obligatory anger, Ho99o9 have descended into an exploratory realm of their own identity. No longer a rattling urgency pervades these abrasive constructs as tangents diverted from rage lack a chemistry to invigorate like their prior anger anthems do.

 

Half the songs, like Target Practice, OK, I'm Reloaded, Tapeworm, LA Riots and Godflesh, conjure the best of this duo, uniting dirty Punk power chord abuse with snappy mosh rhythms and gritty electronic noise abuse. So to do there attention grabbing lyrics and social-political themes echo the bands better material.

 

In deviating from their sharpest formulae, some ideas clearly echo others. Escape captures somewhat of the in vogue Turnstile soaring spirit. Psychic Jumper's jittered rhythm, quirky synths and feverish singing reeks of Tyler The Creator. Immortal's collaboration with Chelsea Wolfe sounds like two separate songs mashed together.

An improvement on Skin, Tomorrow We Escape is all listenable, enjoyable even. A fair record full of variety, mood shifts and interesting compositions. Whats lacking is that shock value, a hit of adrenaline, the spurious venom of urgency that defined previous albums and EPs. Their ideas were once fresh and original. Now feeling worn in and lacking suprise. The new efforts between those familiar grooves simply mediocre.

Rating: 5/10

Old Sorcery "The Lost Grimoire" (2025)

Previously released only under the physical medium of cassette, one can now indulge in what I presume are leftovers of old, given its similarity to the esoteric moods heard on Realms Of Magickal Sorrow. The first of four, To The Infinity Of The Forest conjures memories of A Forest Trapped. Its another slowly brooding enchantment, natural yet steeped in mysticism, led by glacial melody. Groans from a familiar yet mysterious deep bellowing voice eventually cry out to further enrich is curious tone.

 

A shorter piece, Mana Shrine Revisited, focuses efforts on a more abrasive set of instruments. Leading the arrangement, something brassy, woodwind alike that I couldn't nail down. Possibly a murky accordion? As the song progresses, steely yet animated melodies rush in to chime, evoking a classic castly Dungeon Synth motif.

 

Raven's Fortune sparks a little mischief with its opening playful melodies, only for its jollity to give way to a yawning synth string section. We are whisked once again into the ambiguous realms of imagination, laced with ancient, witchcraft suggestions. The playful tone reoccurs on its lengthy closer, The Tranquil. Bell chimes and staccato strings pace themselves as the steady brooding of flutes slowly ushers in strings that build to the tracks fading conclusion with a touch of cinematic scope.

 

These compositions fit in snugly with that classic era but one can see how they perhaps lack a sense of adventure Old Sorcery's album embark on, as pivots and transformations usually serve as the gratifying mystique to tie all this Dungeon Synth inspired imagination together. Either way, The Lost Grimoire is a welcome addition to a fine discography!

 

Rating: 5/10 

Scowl "Are We All Angels" (2025)

Catching my ear with their easy sways between scruffy Grunge chorus riffs and melodic Shoegaze tinged verses, Fantasy served as an intriguing song to pull me in. Sadly, Scowl currently stand as a band with plenty of potential. Are We All Angels' production out paces the bands depth of ideas. Brimming with a fiery aesthetic, their fusion of Pop Punk, Grunge, Hardcore Punk, Alt Rock, even touches of Metal - feels so fitting of this era. The ability to look back a couple of decades and revise such ideas has yielded magic with fresh faced bands like Turnstile.

 

Unlike their contemporaries, Scowl's riffs and motifs lack a spark of imagination. Arrangements and music ideas feel relatively basic, leaning on that stunning aesthetic to get by. Front loaded, the first string of songs will et pumped up but as the record draws on the songs dull into a mediocrity. Singer Kat Moss is the bands brightest light, her voice adds a smooth veneer of color to the crunchy aggression her band mates assemble. Her occasional unhinged shouts froth with an apt angst, anchoring her in this energized setting as she more often plays the counterpart.

 

Their chemistry is strong, the auditory experience is spot on but as stated the songwriting suffers. The record ends up muddling its way through half baked ideas, feeling like either record filler or I'm missing the point. Potential is the word, one to keep an eye on. At this incarnation they are still finding their voice and you hear it on occasion with songs like Special, Fantasy and Not Hell, Not Heaven.

 

 Rating: 5/10

Deafheaven "Lonely People With Power" (2025)

 

 Spinning out another web of shadowy shoe-gazing extremity, Deafheaven return from the captivating Infinite Granite with renewed spite. Lonely People With Power leans dark and grizzly, its songs plunder a devilish spell as the sway of shrill vocal howls and dense guitar haze become a routine focal point for its swells. Brooding through unfurling intensities, melancholic acoustic melodies spill into distortions as tensions mount, often arriving upon the dizzying sorcery of barbarous blast beat mania.

This format is true for much of the record, also housing emotive signals of melody that linger within these aesthetic constraints. After several spins, that textural power loses potency in the absence of transcendent song writing. Lonely People With Power plays as emotion entertainment, running its course swiftly as tracks bleed together. There is one exception! At the midpoint, Amethyst acts as a blade, cutting the record in half.

With an illustrious, enchanting melody, this Blackgaze blueprint breaths life, illuminating as the power of key motif swells with utter grandiosity. The tuneful resurgence from apt acoustic lulls between plays a delight every single time. A remarkable track, elevating its touch of genius through the ebb and flow of the music, a feat every other track on the record fails to emulate with exposure and familiarity.

This splitting of the record feels intentional. The proceeding tracks take a gnarly turn as temperaments plunge further into the black and pale strands of its makeup. Its Extreme Metal makeup gets harder and sections of ambience and acoustic sound dialed into deep rotting pains. Despite this apparent gravitas, I found myself losing connection to songs as they blended together in a haze. Ideas lack distinction over its one hour duration, creating a radical drone devoid of purpose to latch onto.

Rating: 5/10

Oscillotron "Cenotaph" (2025)

 

 With lowly expectation, I tentatively picked up this fresh three track from a once adorned Oscillotron. Still rocked by the horrors of an eight year weight, the cursed fuzz of unsavory one hour noise-piece Oblivion still echos in my ears. Cenotaph is another distillation of sound, honing in on tension, dread and menace through the aesthetic powers of masterfully crafted shadowy synth. Some of its tones echo the great astral charms of its predecessors but stripped of melody and percussive groove to shape its form, these synths linger and brood in passing paranoid episodes.

Dystopian in nature, dark nightly settings take hold as its textures conjure a sense of observed dangers in brutalist architectural landscapes. One can imagine futuristic visions of societies obscured by technological integrations run amuck. Lifeless arpeggios spin a sense of cold menace, a watchful automated eye, inhuman authority.

The title track plays a game of starting soft, subtle uplifting choral voices transform in to tense apparitions. Menta revels in its distorted rumbling, a sense of severance pervades as loneliness triumphs. Filter rocks Tangerine Dream inspired sequences, adding a touch of mystique and intrigue to the dreariness. Three classy executions, brief but vivid and engrossing. Could easily elevate visuals as music in cinema.

Rating: 5/10

Trevor Something "The Shadow" (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, The Shadow 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.

 

The Shadow'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

Krusseldorf "Cloud Songs" (2020)

 

Still charmed by Krusseldorf's curious demeanor, we venture further down the rabbit hole. Cloud Songs' titling nods to its lofty ambiguous nature. Quirky compositions, delving into a haze of softness, lazy, relaxed and inviting. These cozy tracks meander through inconsequential landscapes of melting melody and circling rhythms that evoke Pysbient suggestions when percussion hones in on Downtempo templates.

Despite getting off to a strong start, establishing soothing vibes and cruising through chilled melodies, the tides turn in its second act. Dub For Slouchers hits a high as the records best track, cohering the classic Dub baseline to its whimsical follies, ushering in dazzling arpeggios near its conclusion. After this, the mood shifts, dramatic, subtly sorrowful, with a sense of abandon, proceeded by chemistries brewing unease.

Between them, Dance Of The Sleeper revels in that winning Dub formulae again but otherwise the record fizzles out as emotional narratives fail to resonate within the soft obscurities electronic music can offer. This is oddly punctuated by the arrival of dreamy, Ethereal effeminate singing, which had previously done the music wonders. This outing they played into the diminishing flow. Cloud Songs had immense promise but simply drifts out of focus after a strong start.

Rating: 5/10

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

Krusseldorf "Fractal World" (2014)

Winding back a decade from a recent curiosity Mushroom World, this record plays out in its imaginative shadow. Resting on mellow laurels, these harmless ambient soundscapes exchange sleepy, murmuring lethargic melodies against busied yet often aimless glitchy drum grooves. This percussive aesthetic finds itself in vogue with similar trends of the time. The ten tracks that make up Fractal World, mostly shuffle through subdued instrumental chemistries, painting soft welcoming atmospheres.

 

Devoid of human emotions, songs jostling soothing oddities and ambiguous expressions through its synthetic instruments. The result is soothing, indulgent yet misses a power to make deeper impressions. Lacking definition, music passes by in a pleasant, disconnecting haze, pierced only by the occasional human voice. South Of The Sky Temple is a shining example. An effeminate, Ethereal voicing drops in to contextualize the curious atmosphere with humanity. A magic that could have been.

 

What will proceed finds depth in yielding these strange instrumental textures to a higher purpose but in their infancy, Krusseldorf has only aesthetic charm, missing on purpose beyond the slightly psychedelic mellow hallucinations this chilled out record provides. A fair listen, sorely lacking a magnetism to pull one back for more.

 

Rating: 5/10

 

Willow "Willow" (2019)

 

This self titled affair is brief, yet concise. At twenty two minutes, it stretches the definition of an album but arrives conceptually complete. A raw expression of her emotions, Willow's voice flourishes within humble settings. Driven by mellow steely acoustic guitar chords, strummed over warm sluggish baselines and stiff percussion, a motif of simplicity emerges. Reveling in its chemistry, these songs linger on aesthetic pleasures driven by Willow's arrival into these direct, uncluttered compositions.

The mood is dreamy, a touch Ethereal, swaying from dreary spells of soft melancholy to subdued drives of Psychedelic Rock and Folk. Enchanting touches of R&B and Soul echo through the vocal setting. Overall, a soothing, chill experience with just a couple swells of grabbing intensity. Willow amps up her voice on the livelier closing Overthinking It and the Shoegaze conclusion to PrettyGirlz both perk the ears.

Like A Bird and Samo Is Now caught my attention for the plucked acoustic licks reminiscent of the charming acoustic breaks I've adored in some Metal artists. That tone immediately wins me over. As a whole, this self titled stint packs a punch but perhaps lacks some follow through or surprises along the way. Its decent but that's all.

Rating: 5/10

Amebix "No Sanctuary" (1983)

 

Having recently entered some conversations on the origins of proto-Black Metal, this British Crust Punk outfit share some peculiar similarities at times with Bathory and to a lesser extent Venom. Given the confrontational nature of this music and expanding exploration of extremity, this seems a case of retroactive co-incidence, given a lack of mention from any originators of second wave Black Metal.

My ears immediately turn to fellow Post-Punk era Killing Joke. With a menacing fuzz of dissonance powered by a repetitive rhythm section, crashing walls of scratchy lead guitar noise wails alongside angered shouts of rage. Its gritty production rolls the instruments into an atonal mess of texture, spewing forth an unsettled mood. Lacking ferocity, these grizzly soundscapes make one feel like an observer, detached from gruesome atrocities the topicality likely depicts, given its harrowing cover art.

Mid-tempo marches revel in grinding repetition. Baselines articulate iterations, dodge a sense of melody whilst adding expression. The music routinely drags itself along with its charm seemingly buried in these strange chromatic rumblings. Barbaric strikes of percussion interrupt without groove, crafting a sense of anti-music inspirations.

Control seems to be the one song connected to Bathory. Its heathen like vocal choir tilts the atmosphere to something satanic and mysterious. The suggestion shapes its shredding guitar riff to a similar tilt. In juxtaposition, at the other end of the record, Sunshine Ward goes in an entirely different direction, sounding like The Cure or possibly a parody of. Interesting listen, curious atmosphere but not a lot to latch onto.

Rating: 5/10

Hades "...Again Shall Be" (1994)

 

Exploring the other works of Burzum's producer Pytten, I happened across ...Again Shall Be. I'd probably checked them out decades ago but with a refined ear for Viking Metal, it caught my attention as an early hybrid of the later and Black Metal. Fellow Norwegians Hades embody an early Immortal sound, who Pytten also worked with. Gristly narrow guitar distortions drone, intertwined with throat wrenching screams. They meld together in med tempo grooves with powerful thunderous drums and meaty yet tuneful basslines. Song shift between sways of metallic and raw atmosphere. Along its journey melodies conjure echo's of ancestral roots, yielding the sinister format to their heathen vision. So to do acoustic guitars and burly clean voices wage in on swaying the darkness to evoke folksy cries of a harsh rural godless communion.

As the record settles in, repetition becomes a sticking point. After a few tracks, its darkly agitated temperament begins to drone. Songs proceed at a steady pace, rarely breaking form. When a simple synth note arrives at The Ecstasy Of An Astral Journey's conclusion, its elevates the song greatly. This is attributed to a need for change, more so than compositional merits. After all, its a single note. A couple other songs have brief acoustic breaks that perk the ear. Otherwise the record feels like an endless repetition of its main theme heavily inspired by the likes of Bathory's Black and Viking eras. Its left me bereft of remarks beyond enjoying this vision which swiftly tires beyond enduring ten minutes of its diminished ideas.

Rating: 5/10