Doomsday "Depictions Of Chaos" (2022)

 

 

Having recently unearthed a modern scowling scene of Groove laden Thrash, tinged in Death and Crossover, Doomsday stuck me as pick of the crop. Breeding fast, ferocious, fiery bestial incarnations, their hellish forays of 80s inspired Metal re-imagined play a delight to this Slayer fan. With lead guitars wailing demonic sirens and galloping rhythm guitars balancing groove and sprint, Doomsday hit hard.

 

These six songs run an infectious route, endlessly pivoting from one riot to the next. Despite being dramatic, sinister and darkly, with front-man Carlos Velazquez howling graven pains, Depictions Of Chaos is upbeat and fun. The routine stints of groove an invitation to rock out on a hellish ride. Its a vision cast by legends before them, yet this classy updated execution attracts one to revel upon its ripe aesthetic foray into evil.

 

Rating: 6/10

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

Sundial Aeon "Analysis" (2014)

 

For a while now, I've found myself drawn like a magnet to what I describe as "inconsequential music". That realization helped this latest discovery click swiftly. Far from the meditative ambiences I usually associate with these inconsequential moods, Sundial Aeon's bustling electronic soundscapes carry a similar sentiment. Mid-tempo tracks drift by with a casual ease as layers of chirping synths harmonize without grandiose melody, scale or direction. Instead we embark on curious escapades through synthetic equilibrium that evokes astral, futurism and technological vibes.

 

Analysis plays out through a Trance architecture, dialing its temperament towards ambience, backed by often understated percussion. The motifs and themes explored sway dramatically away from dance floor rhythm towards a tone I adore. Pioneered by Carbon Based Lifeforms and further diversified through the likes of Timewave, Andrew Odd and Dreamstate Logic, these introspective, astral vibes fit snugly with my taste.

 

The ten songs found here all swell into welcoming moods, every track meandering through a whirl of instrumental overlap that rarely expressive individual ideas yet becomes bigger than the sum of their parts. Its an entrancing listen, evoking focus and calm through a rather busied wall of sound that relents in its expectant ebb and flows that are navigated gracefully by these two accomplished composers.

 

Rating: 6/10

Willow "Ardipithecus" (2015)

Concluding our Willow journey at its origins, her debut album Ardipithecus limps by briefly tarnished with naive youthful philosophies and half measures of fresh faced introspection. At the age of fifteen, who wouldn't of expected such lyrical expressions?Heated by moments of pseudo-science suggestion and star sign akin mysticism, it can be a touch nauseous, however the bulk of her words play fair and fine.

 

What I had not anticipated was the musical chemistry that lays in wait. Its eleven songs play like bedroom jams, simplistic unions of basic drum patterns and ruminating instruments muddying over simple melodies on loop. It leaves spacious atmospheres, minimal yet curious as its ideas defy expectation, drawing from different spaces.

 

The records persuasive charm emerges where her voice meets the music. Sounding free spirited, soulful and unafraid, a lack of filter finds gratifying unions with these dialed back instrumentals. She sways to her own rhythm, backing vocals often chiming in off key, manipulating the many peculiar moods this tandem evokes.

 

It takes a few spins for things to click into place. Willow has an ear for something unique and here it arrives raw and curious, yet is delightful to indulge with. One will find favorite flavors among their travels. Randomsong stuck me as the strangest of all. Its perusing, noir baseline broods akin to a Rollins Band interlude, yet she meets its energy on her own terms. One oddity among the many trinkets here.

 

Rating: 6/10

Hades "The Dawn Of The Dying Sun" (1997)

 

Armed with shadowy, ever present grisly distortion guitars, The Dawn Of The Dying Sun preserves the droning heathen atmosphere its predecessor ...Again Shall Be imbued. Fortunately, this iteration improves aesthetic production and songwriting, leaning further into a post-Bathory Black Metal linage. Although its riffs frequently spin mid-tempo power chord on loop, vocals breaks and folksy instruments bring character to songs deeper in the record. Across nine roaring tracks, a variety of ideas emerge, yet little amounts to anything spectacular given a rather lukewarm execution.

Viking melodies present themselves early on through tuneful, suggestive keyboard arrangements and the ancestral campfire conjurings of acoustic guitar tone. Consistently jostling between the droning aggression and heathen expressions, a direction, conclusion or structure evades me. Consistent mediocrity tires its tone and evolution on mostly six minute songs. Alone Walkying was the only track to show its influences transparently, with a key riff simply playing an iteration of a Burzum classic.

I wasn't particularly interested in continuing this journey with Hades but its title track caught my ear on shuffle. In my youth, fresh to the sound, I would have enjoyed this immensely but to ears so familiar with Black Metal origins, it all feels a bit routine. I do however think their ideas could have been shaped up better. They captured the Bathory spirit well but this incarnation feels more like an echo of greatness.

Rating: 6/10

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

Willow "The 1st" (2017)

 

Armed with a charming youthful naivety, Willow's sophomore effort gracefully dodges its own awkward imitations as inspiration and "talent" saves its heartfelt expressions from mockery. Venturing dangerously near the pitfalls of teenage philosophy, her introspective self expressions carry an emotional weight and sincerity that is hard to ignore. Sentiments extending beyond herself scarcely play hollow however the personal insights seem befitting of the records peculiar coffee shop tone.

Backed by sullen, broody instrumentals, strings, pianos and acoustic guitars start out on a Classical tone. Track by track the setting inches into different territories through minimalist compositions that leave a lot of airy space for its inconsequential melodies to drift by. Picking up pace and intensity, things brighten up as sounds of New Age, Soul, Dream Pop and Alternative Rock start to color these intentionally stripped back songs. The final few tracks then lean into a folksy current that was always present.

These thirty four minutes drift by without a misstep yet feel just out of reach from something grander. Early on, Willow's singing contrasts the backings, drifting above with a sense of free flowing expression. Later, the two find unison. Along the way, a few obvious echos of 90s singer-songwriters make themselves known. Considering her trajectory, the creativity expressed here is enjoyable but is yet to really click.

Rating: 6/10

Burzum "Burzum" (1992)

Armed with iconic, eerie, unsettling and darkly album art, upon its release, this debut was a freighting extremity, unleashing a new, esoteric strain of Black Metal into the wild. To seasoned ears, these abrasive aesthetics are now somehow easy, especially after enduring the fuzzy swamps of noise heard on the demos. Its Varg's shrill howls that hold up the horror. Sounding like a dying animal, raw shouts through strained vocals skirt the appeal of normal screams. I'm certain the idea is to sound off putting.

I've never been that keen on this record. Varg's writing at this point is yet to be refined. Returning to it decades later highlights the dissatisfaction yet also illuminates my lack of appreciation for the vision. Spell Of Destruction's mental break down consisting of enduring wretched screams and similarly Feeble Scream From Forests Unknown's slip into blurry dissonance and hurtful cries, created ugly sticky points I never got past.

Burzum encapsulates the raw rebellious ideology but lacks a finesse to character the essence of inspirations. A bulk of its lengthy tracks are pegged into a corner, pairing sloppy blast beats with endless strings of guitar riffs that entirely dictate the musical vision. Varg has the sense to shuffle percussive rhythms to aid the shifting moods of his power chord expressions. Twisted and woven throughout, iterations on the chords own structure play with dissonant melody to birth a fantastical sense of earthly darkness, devoid of cheese, frothing with cold suffering and tormenting loneliness.

Between these retroactively embryonic incarnations, we hear swaths of the maturity to come. Channeling lends its ear to the mystic tones discovered in classic Korg synths, laying the foundations for Dungeon Synth to emerge. Dungeons Of Darkness ends the record with a stroke of Black Ambient genius. A slow brooding suspense of ambiguous noise builds up a rumble of terror for what sounds like anguished souls to cry out in the depths of its foreboding visit. The Crying Orc showcases Varg's ear for Middle Earth inspiring melody, something to be developed on the next full length.

Then we have War. Fun and goofy, it plays like a Venom cover, or tribute to the first wave of Black Metal, its ending guitar solos reminiscent of Bathory's Heavy Metal energy. It showcases Varg's metallic prowess and yields to a new strain of dark anger. Before the records guitar driven presence concludes, A Lost Forgotten Spirit plays, another lengthy stint of primitive Black Metal ideology that will be immediately rectified on the next release. We hear glimmers of the genius yet to unfold, the difference between the two highlights a musicians growth, as aesthetic construct and tempo shifts arrive raw and unrefined, dispelling some of its enchanting and strange magic.

So there you have it, a mixed bag of ideas yet to settle into something concrete but taking us to a bewildered setting. Interestingly much of his music was written around this 91/92 era. What follows these songs will later be unimaginable in such crude and coarse form. Revisiting it again, a better understanding yet it has not grown on me.

Rating: 6/10

The UMC's "Fruits Of Nature" (1991)

Having explored the depths of 90s Hip Hop, it can be hard for records to have an impact on these matured ears. Keen not to pass by The UMC's warm and friendly tone, I've stuck with Fruits Of Nature for a fair few spins. Its struck me as one I could have easily adored if discovered earlier on the journey. Leaving the golden era behind, moving boldly into the Jazz Hop era, this complimentary duo capture the essence of a colorful scene with questions as to how its 91 release fits into the tapestry of influences. I've heard them mentioned in plenty of rhymes, possibly listened to it decades ago but opening track One To Grow On really caught my ear this time.

Its the cream of the crop, with righteous rhymes and a bouncy beat, the pair pack positive messages of personal growth into its Jazzy groove. Devoid of cursing, the record plays with an uplifting tone, two youthful voices with heads held high, aiming for a thoughtful impact on their audience, given the lyrical content which rarely deviates.

Fitting snugly into the era, cadences and rhyme structures entertain with competence, perhaps lingering in Guru of Gang Starr's shadow on occasion. Producers Haas G & RNS line up temperate percussive grooves with colorful instrumental loops. Warm, often sunny, Jazzy and Soulful in nature, halve these track play a cut above the norm. The other half getting a touch tired on its repetitious nature. A few flashes of the "phunky fresh" vibe from Cypress Hill's early sound pass by too. All in all a fun listen, a solid record that possibly held more impact on the scene at the time of its release.

Rating: 6/10

State Azure "Stellar Descent" (2023)

 

 

This will be my last record for the year, a documentation of discovery. One for the "space music" playlist, State Azure caught my ear with a level of care worthy of attention. At a mammoth one hour forty five minutes, Stellar Descent plays as a astral mood setter. Carefully crafted compositions straddle between shimmering synths yawning in cosmic wonder and a digital counterpart of bustling, whirling synthetic instruments, skirting tuneful melody and conjuring echos of 70s electronica.

No compositions stood apart as distinct or memorable. With everything from its subtle mechanical percussive sways to melting galactic aesthetics serving its atmosphere, these songs drift by in a haze of temporal relaxation. Although structured with transitions and pivots, they flow by calm and understated. These instrumentals never lean into a hook or catchy tune but forge deep tones suited for the star gazing imagination. Excellent background music for focusing on a task of mental demand.

 

My time with Stellar Descent didn't unearth new ground or reach the emotional highs of a Dreamstate Logic. It was a familiar feeling, executed with class and care, finding the meditative balance I enjoy. Subtle by design and intent, I think this is a fair fit for anyone looking to add more to this type of niche listening experience.

Rating: 6/10

Willow "Lately I Feel Everything" (2021)

 

Arriving at Willow's third record, endearing blemishes of youthful nativity emerge. Heart-brake pains and relationship woes dominate its theme. Musically, a similar line is tread. Both sway between raw adolescent reactivity and insightful, matured expressions. On its latter half, collaborations with Travis Barker boldly mimic teenage Pop Punk tracks of the early 00s, devoid of originality yet persuasive with repetitions.

The middle of the record is where the bulk of its magic lays. Instrumentals deviate from the opening simplistic pop appeal. Swells of grungy guitar distortions, dreamy acoustic reverberations and creative drum machine arrangements pull these songs to the edges of Shoegaze, Indie Rock and Emo, blurring lines along the way.

Typically, Willow sings from the soul, drifting around the texture of these tracks like a free spirit, often with power over softness, she occasionally roars into life with soft screams. On the softer side, soaring cadences amplify her thoughtful, introspective words. It turns the topicality of once immature anthems into reflective journeys. Its a curiosity to me how a tracks tone shapes ones experience, two contrasting sides of essentially the same expressive coin.

Lately I Feel Everything is mostly an exploration of an alternative umbrella of distortion guitar adjacent music. Willow crashes the party, muddying up ideas with an aesthetic rawness and endearing amateurish aesthetic. A perfect fit for the genre. Not quite as persuasive as whats to follow but also tainted by these interruptions of type-cast teeny bop music I despised in my youth. Naive and XTRA where the highlights for me.

Rating: 6/10

Opeth "The Last Will And Testament" (2024)

 

This fine record has brought several weeks of routine enjoyment, however the latest offering from these veterans suffers its own familiar identity. Having toyed with distancing themselves from metallic roots, the journey back to aggressive aesthetics, befitting of their early days, brings little freshness to their distinction. The Last Will And Testament attempts to layer in a richer symphonic tone, which often gets swept under its gallivant lead guitar melodies and grandiose riffs. So to does a clear concept about class and inheritance get thrown around in spoken work sections between salient singing and meaty death growls. Neither of these elements seem to break the familiar spell Opeth cast, with their usual touch of majestic spirit. Thus the record spins its wheels through grand constructs of Progressive Metal that often feel recast from the depths of their extensive back-catalog. Strident and assured, the record plays exquisitely, its lead melodies often catching the ear as expressive motifs to set the tone for its big vision. Continuously we weave through intensities but sadly, all in the shadow of comprehension. For all the magic this band have bestowed, it lacks anything new to say. Enjoyable but none of these tracks leap from the page.

Rating: 6/10

Body Count "Merciless" (2024)

 

Now years deep into their triumphant resurgence, the legendary cop killing Body Count return with a fair helping of 90s styled Metal stints to rock, shock and entertain. Serving as a mouth piece for Ice-T's likable angered rants, these loud instrumentals play a fair game. Serving up competent ravishing's of that era's tone, fans like myself can lap it up but lets not be shy, there is little here we have not heard before.

Beyond selecting some preferred cuts from the offering of mid tempo songs driven by aggressive riffs, attention turns to Ice-T's presence. His plain language, dripped in profanities and frustrations, flow relatable and clear to understand. Behind the often grislily lyrics, an undercurrent for peace and prosperity may pass some by.

The packaging is where my critique lands. Fun and enjoyable but the albums best hooks and concepts feel borrowed. From Demo-crips and Re-bloodicans, to the movie concept of The Purge, a helping of thematic concepts have obvious origins. That and an interesting cover of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb with David Gilmour revealing his typical unabashed directness. Oddly intriguing but most of the time endearing. 

Pulling in legends like Corpsegrinder and Max Cavalera is a welcome delight on this fiery horror show album. They bring great performances. Its nice to see more collaberation like this which has been sorely missing in the past. Merciless wont reinvent their live show but brings hours of entertainment through some fresh songs with their classic Body Count motif.

Rating: 6/10

Rina Sawayama "Rina" (2017)

 

 It turns out Sawayama was not Rina's debut. This one flew under my radar, a twenty four minute EP released a few years prior. Self funded and independently released only piles on the praise for what initially felt like a tacky take on 00s Pop. Getting past a couple of mediocre tracks, familiarity revealed the subtle powers of brief tuneful melodies and glossy aesthetics centered around her persuading voice.

Early themes paint a sense of glitz and glam, ambitions of a rising star. Cheery, upbeat production with punchy drums drawing on touches of 80s Synthpop and soft Alt Rock guitars opens the record. These nostalgic reaches into the past reoccur through classy production. It flows through a variety of song ideas, none feel original, yet an intriguing assembly of ideas pulling from the past thirty years of Pop music.

 Tunnel Vision drifts into a dreamy avenue, shifting to introspective thoughts. Deploying vulnerable expressions makes for awkward lyrics hinting at smartphone addiction among relationship woes. Its a muddled message. Much of the record has this ambiguous feeling as to which way her words lean. Presenting a bold face with a hint of distress. This lyrical fuzziness is more likely to be at fault with me.

Overall, I'm impressed. This Rina EP strikes me as a leap of faith, a talent unleashed raw and keen, simply getting started and turning up trumps. It doesn't coalescing around a specific vision yet its best songs achieves their own merits. Its been a joyful dive into ideas reminiscent of great songs without being specific.

Rating: 6/10

Cane Hill "A Piece Of Me I Never Let You Find" (2024)

 

Leaning into their aggressive side, Cane Hill return with a refined amalgamation of the Nu Metal revival, drifting towards the extremes of Hardcore Djent akin to Thrown. Doused in an aesthetic exhilaration similar to an emerging Argent Metal, the band struggle in harmonizing their loud quiet dynamics. A slew of bombastic, even barbaric, syncopated rhythmic riffs stand in contrast to the melodic charms of Elijah Witt. His presence heals the record, offering gleams of uplift in intensity lulls, as infectious crooning hooks bring an emotive memorability to its incessant "over the top" hostility.

The enthusiastic bounce and groove of Nu Metal's influence feels absent as low end guitars churn out harsh brutalities. Routinely focusing on meaty slabs of slamming Djent tone, they lack any character to shape up a songs heavier aspects. As a result, we embark on a cycling slog through empty onslaughts of crunching guitar noise. Spliced with sporadic fret sounds, layered with subtle dystopian synths, the most expressive moments arrive in the big chords left to ring out under clean vocal breaks.

Left to spin in the background, this record simply drifts by. Its hooky breaks grabbing ones attention every time. On closer analysis, these tend to be the only moments that create memorability. Thus its best comes from the soft moody interludes and Witt's clean break outs. Permanence In Sleep and I Always Knew We Were Do have the best choruses, a delight when they arrive. A Piece Of Me I Never Let You Find crudely pushes senseless violence together with a charactered emotional magnetism, falling short on writing memorable songs in the process.

Rating: 6/10

Behexen "Rituale Satanum" (2000)

Recently discovering Dimmu Bongir resurfaced a desire for more nefarious Black Metal. Spotify offered me up Finnish outfit Behexen, an act I'd not heard of before. Born in 94, they were clearly a product of cultural export from their Norwegian peers. This debut, Rituale Satanum, essentially encapsulates the next logical progression, taking fundamentals and dialing up the intensity. Its in their ridiculous, over the top vocals that Behexen find an edge, instilling terror though chord shredding screams and gravelly howls that can make your skin crawl. Paired with baritone deliveries of ritual chant, they invoke Satan with a seriousness I can only laugh off in bemusement.

The record is an unrelenting ride of hellish fright, pummeling rattling blast beats and shredding evil atonal power chord arrangements, this plays an atypical experience, delighting in a fiendish execution of wicked ideals. Shadowy melodies shrouded in intense aesthetics punctuate an ungodly mood. Manic bursts of frenzied paced led by ripping guitars liven up the closing tracks. Rare lulls between unending onslaught often come masked by esoteric vocal spectacles to illuminate a sinful atmosphere.

Without directly emulating its obvious inspirations, Behexen gracefully bestow their graven personality. Far from ground breaking but firmly their own beast, only Baphomet's Call plays out vibes reminiscent of the Black Metal pioneers, specifically early Immortal. Its mid-tempo busing is one of my favorite cuts across the record. The production is hard, often peaking with distortion guitars melding into a harsh fuzz. Somehow it works. A tad ridiculous with its thematic over the top embrace of satanism but then again isn't that the point? Worth a listen for fans of early Black Metal.

Rating: 6/10

Old Tower "Portrait Of A Medieval Presence " (2024)

On form, like its impressive predecessor Draconic Synthesis, Old Tower continues in a chilling stride, painting eight unnamed portraits of meditative Dark Ambience. Set in Medieval times, these soundscapes yolk an esoteric mythos from embellished nostalgia of ancient, eerie times. These lonely atmospheres linger on delicate aesthetics, chiming ambiguity with soft instrumentation and scenic sound design. Whispering voices in the distance, unsettled fire crackling, ritualistic chants of worship and mysterious murmurs all lurch within these shadowy slices of lost time.

Mostly subdued and one dimensional upon inspection, the mastery emerges when attention is split. A powerful current of persuasion shapes ones mood as the rhythm of each picture settles in. Portrait V is the most animation, a rattle of perverse church bells call out over the cold countryside. Each eruption of bells is jarring. Portrait I opens the record with a beautifully chilling organ climaxing the short songs conclusion with drama. These moments of instrument augmentation are often a key delight.

Portrait VIII was my favorite. The arrival of percussion pivots the song into a mystical stride, its shimmering synths conjuring the sense of a cryptic presence. It rides these feeling well, as do many songs, establishing an aching ambience with nightly terror and occult suggestion lurking safely at a distance. Another impressive effort, perhaps constrained a little by these notions of Portraits. They feel perfectly suited as soundtrack moments for a horror film or evil themed video game.

 Rating: 6/10

Ulver "Locusts" (2024)

 

With a strident return to form, Ulver delivers again on his intelligent renditions of matured Synthpop. After a couple of shaky releases, Locusts rediscovers balance. Steeped in dusky atmospheres, classy compositions layer up dreamy instrumentation for his voice to shine like a light guiding the way forward. Steady baselines peruse and pristine keyboard tones shimmer in a dense dance, lush and brim. Melodies play fractured, subdued, diverse, allowing emotion to amass from its parts, without steeling focus from our front man who steps into the stage light, suited up and proper.

Its a smart, intelligent set of songs with a soft city nightlife vibe reminiscent of an older generation. Accents of New Wave, Art Pop and Dance music show distinctive influences, perfectly reworked to suit this breezy pace. The record stars slow and withheld, a minimal take on the formulae to come. The opening title track lunges into its big synth kicks towards its conclusion but the proceeding Nocturne #2 reminded me of Peter Gabriel, a Worldbeat influenced tangent slow and meandering. Its a great conjuring of softly esoteric mood yet halts the show from starting somewhat.

The other installment of Nocturne interjects between these snugly paired songs with a broody rendition of droning synths. Powerful, dark and dreary yet adrift from the records overall tone. The rest of its songs play an effortless pleasure, dazzling and soulful in their own way. Very enjoyable yet feels a little light in variety. What detours it does offer drift from its solid foundations. Curation is possibly its culprit.

Rating: 6/10

Eminem "The Marshall Mathers LP 2" (2013)

 

Sequel to his notorious Marshall Mathers LP, this lengthy, convoluted follow up strikes me as a turning point. Passing beyond the woes of his return to the game, Em no longer embodies the moment his iconic guile. Arguably one of his most impressive lyrical bouts, no ambitious rhyme scheme or dexterous flow can save it from circling back on the past. Loaded with witty wordplay, call backs and ferocious energy, his topicality spins a tired trend. Forever locked horns with his usual cast of demons, the latest wrestles bestow entertaining reflections but lack a lasting impression.

Picking up where Recovery left off, the inclusion of Pop stars Rihanna, Sia & Skylar Gray sit among a mix of ideas. Arena Rock kicks, tributes to classic 80s era Hip Hop, lightly "experimental" leaning beats and throw backs to the original record. It makes for an unsettled listen, shifting tone frequently, while perusing across the spectrum of his prior work. There's a track for each record but sadly no Slim Shady resurrection.

 Rap God is an obvious highlight, a moment where concept, execution and substance align for an impressive, if not slightly repetitive song, culminating in a status affirming technical feat. Early on, a handful of beats charm alongside crafty lyricism. There is plenty more in patches to be heard, with Em frequently verging on fiery shout raps delivering his cheeky quips. Although his passionate energy is always present, its as if Eminem is pushing himself more so for the art form than led by his emotions.

That reactionary dynamic once fueled his genius in the past. This shift away started with Recovery. Familiar with the rest of his discography, it ended here. MMLP2 is one mighty swing for the ropes but leaves me impressed rather than connected, as Em circles the usual themes with a lack of freshness to drive a point home. True for much of the record, yet of course he does the complete opposite on his victory lap Rap God.

Rating: 6/10