Dreamstate Logic "Starbound" (2023)

Since discovering Dreamstate Logic last year, the spacey music has become a staple in my streams. These cool, cold, cosmic breezes of astral ambience are pleasurable tone setters when focus is required. Starbound is the first new material beyond twelve or so other lengthy release. I wanted to give these seventy five minutes more attention but have since discovered its mostly business as usual. Not that business is bad...

The records instrumental pallet is somewhat indistinguishable from prior creations. This artist seems very much settled on stick to what works. Stellar drones and shimmering dreamy synths lay its atmospheric foundations. When pace musters, sequenced melodies and gentle arpeggios brood steadily among dense galactic reverberations. As momentum gains, its Downtempo inspired percussive lines take charge with punches, thuds, combined for satisfying kick snare grooves.

Most notable on Approaching Aldebaran, do drums and its general mood, slip into the enclave of Synthwave. The buzzsaw's make themselves known among sparse synthetic tom drum strikes. Its a subtle shift but about the only song that showed signs of somewhere new to stride. I did pick up a couple new favorites on the journey, to scratch the itch. Otherwise a fine set of instrumentals fit to serve its purpose.

Rating: 6/10

Enslaved "Heimdal" (2023)

Although finding myself not particularly in the mood for Metal as of late, Enslaved's track record of recent years had me curious at the least. No longer the same cult Black Metal band born among the Norwegian chaos of the 90s, they have continued to offer intrigue and magic as matured musicians. The once teenage founding friends Kjellson and Bjørnson are still going strong, now on their sixteenth full length!

Heimdal offers up a curios contrast of harsh excursions that drift, pivot and meander into uplifting spells, often spearheaded by its symphonic instruments, clean vocals and brighter compositions. Once accustom with its dances, the bleak distortion tones and gruff throaty howls that accompany bite less with knowledge of their destination.

Congelia possesses my favorite enchantment, marching forth, relentlessly. Stiff, ugly, grim riffs dance against hypnotic palm muted chugging. A harsh drive that is suddenly flipped, simply entrancing upon the arrival of gleaming keys. Its spacey melody echos with subtle psychedelic ping pong fade, transforming the song from its bestial grind.

The following Forest Dweller takes a different approach, starting with the lull of its soft atmospheric folk. Conjuring visions of a harder life, in endless wilderness, among ancient spiritualists. Suddenly, the music whips up into a frenzy of hasty roaring aggression, plundering us into a whirl of riffs, reminiscing classic Black Metal ideals.

As the album grows, more of its Progressive and melodic approaches get pinned against their extreme unruly origins, a dance across the fire, flirting with the prospect of getting burn. The variety is gratifying. A fascinating fluid chemistry among obvious contrasts. The Eternal Sea is another keen example. In one moment its sea bearing temperament of adventure, uplifting and glory, propelled by heathen singing ascends. In the next, its as if the world has been set ablaze by demonic forces of old. Heimdal is a worthy listen, these seasoned musicians continue to provide luminous music, managing to say a lot among sounds tired in the hands of others.

Rating: 7/10

Narrow Head "Moments Of Clarity" (2023)

 

Herein lies another nostalgia bend, or so I thought on first glance. Hailing from Dallas, these Texan's reach thirty years back for inspiration and aesthetics. The unmistakable influence of Deftones dominates as they plunder the Grunge, Alternative Metal and Shoegazing scenes of past to re-imagine the period. Moments Of Clairty was initially easy to dismiss for its lack of originality. A few obvious gems held it over for more spins, then with each try I found it harder to put down. Underneath its rosy tinted veneer lies some fundamentally decent songwriting that kept me engaged.

The records architecture revolves on effective riffs. Steeped in Shoegaze distortion, unraveled with a little Nu Metal syncopation, its sharp grooves hit with rhythm and endear with fuzzy tinges of color creeping out of its warm distortions. Overhead sings Jacob Duarte, who glues the music with tender vocals. On first impressions they seem a little timid, reaching without power. With familiarity, they become a focal charm. What melody he squeezes out goes a long way to make the songs memorable.

He aids a quiet loud dynamic, offering a comfy withdrawal from the harder aggressions brooding on guitars. Their songs play out in degrees, learning into acoustics, fuzzy guitar textures and bouncy groove riffs. Many a page comes pulled from the Deftones playbook. Less often Smashing Pumpkins with lead guitars and singing. Despite the obvious idiosyncrasies, it endures! However track eight, The World, cannot hide its My Bloody Valentine origins. Too obvious yet a good song.

Originality felt reserved until its closing moment. A touch of Industrial drive creeps in as a very 90s drum machine loop sets pace for Soft To Touch. The fuzzed out droning guitar that swirls around it, along with Duarte's vulnerable singing has all three components feeling vastly alien. Somehow it crafts a memorable song with the unique atmosphere. Flesh & Solitude has a little Industrial edge too, its whipping snare sample locks in a stiff marching drive. It however, yields to obvious influences again.

Moments Of Clairty is fantastic nostalgic ride for a fan of these ideas and this era. Its songs are solid and lasting. A little more uniqueness could of pushed it over the edge, finding freshness among old ideals. As it stands, practically no musical moment doesn't echo something heard on other records before. Its nearly a distasteful affair. Fortunately these influences are wielded skillfully, satisfaction its destination.

Rating: 7/10

Gunship "Dark All Day" (2018)

 

With an enigmatic dystopian eclipse cover and suggestion of darker themes among its title, one might suspect a mood shift towards the more sinister Synthwave machinations of Carpenturn Brut. Alas, the opposite seems true, honing in on Synthpop influences a cheery narrative of uplift against struggle prevails, perhaps best exemplified on When You Grow Up, Your Heart Dies. Its christening bells add a resonant gloss of warmth to a spirited battle against the odds, with warm, fuzzy blurts of sentimental language to uplift spirits wedged into its telephone call interlude.

Dark All Day's atmosphere suits its presentation well. Many of the songs hold this ecliptic tension. Punchy bass synths, lined by meaty percussive grooves hold a mean edge against the soar of warm lead melodies and bright instruments acting as the light around this circular edge. Although Thrasher and The Drone Lacing League lean into nightly territory, its the melancholic warmth of its 80s influences that find dynamics to emerge as the narrative resolution. One of inspiration and uplift from hurt.

Stella Le Page and other effeminate voices featured compliment a stellar variety, breaking up the soaring calls of Alex Westaway who sings with a stride in his tenderness. More would have easily been welcome, their contrast a great dimension. Dark All Day is a rare record for me, where the voices really nail the instrumental theme, guiding the aforementioned tensions to a glistening resolution. They were a key component to solidifying these glossy soundtracks of nostalgic imagination. This one is definitely a shade better than their debut self titled Gunship.

Rating: 7/10

King Geedorah "Take Me To Your Leader" (2003)

 

Operating under the alias of Godzilla's three headed nemesis, the beast King Ghidorah, prolific hip hop entrepreneur, rapper, producer, MF Doom puts his talents to work. Take Me To Your Leader is an oddity, an album standing apart from the norm with its quirky thematic charm. Emerging from the ashes of old Godzilla flicks and Ishirō Honda's "Invasion Of Astro Monster", vocal and action snippets revive a unique vision to life. Monster Zero runs by as a keenly cinematic track, unloading its samples front to back without a verse, as does title track too later on in its thirteen tracks.

Between the instrumental passages of crafty world building, a diverse range of voices drop onto the mic. Mostly rhyme riddled and intricate in nature, lyrical games play out on the bars, adept with flow, woven with tricksy word play and verbal acrobatics, the focus shifts as the album matures. With such talents strutting, the subject material often slips into bombast and prowess as these emcees rhyme hard. In its transitions, the spectacle remains, suiting this novel packaging for a memorable listen.

The beats rapped over are relatively straightforward. Its the source material and obscure movie dialog sampling that gives this production an undeniable charm. The firm mix of Soul and Jazz gets obscured by a string section focus. The occasional Sci-Fi theme's spice up the overall vibe and tend to find themselves paired with stints of sampling as the guest verses end up on the Jazz Hop leaning cuts. Although capable of dissecting its composition, the elements are gripping throughout, making for a record difficult to critique on its own merits. If this suits your preferences, you'll adore!

Rating: 7/10

Gunship "Gunship" (2015)

 

A gratifying sense of inspiration and class washes over with first impressions. Oozing out the gates with its glossy retro-aesthetic and twinkling melodic might intact, this British duo Gunship stands apart from other Synthwave projects. This is mostly due to its revolving cast of guest vocalists who fill a void the genre's instrumental approaches often leave unsatisfied. Performances conjure the 80s greats. Some more unabashed than others, Peter Gabriel seeming a keen influence. The stylings of Chino Moreno rears itself too. It makes perfect sense upon learning Charlie Simpson is on the record. Turns out, the aforementioned duo are his former band mates from Fightstar.

Behind some fine vocal performances, the pair find wondrous compositions of meaty bass synths churning pulsing grooves alongside competent percussion that leans into the cheesy synth toms of the era with an apt touch. Its a solid foundation, conjuring those nightlife neon-light highway speeding fantasies. Its forward synths crash in with dazzling flushes of tunefulness, overlapping and taking turns as atmospheric layers build cohesion. Sometimes, its care and attention to subtle details in the cracks. More often, the lead notations, carrying the 80s attitude, are its strongest focal point.

Either way, every song defines itself, leaning into the various Synth-Pop styles and song formats of the era. With straightforward structures, verse and choruses swoon with an easy persuasion one will be familiar with. The nostalgia tinted, glossy re-imagination of that decade is approached with such care, this debut Gunship simply turns out songs that last. Carpenter Brut seems a keen influence here, his presence co-insiding with my personal favorites, the chunkier, harder hitting songs of the record.

Rating: 7/10

Rune Realms "The Fate Of Atlantis" (2016)

 

Seeking a record for the next step in our Rune Realms journey, The Fate Of Atlantis caught my eye with its soft pastel colors and suggestion of thematic departure from nature driven inspirations. The title too resonated, sharing name with a classic MS-Dos Indiana Jones game from my childhood. Had I payed closer attention to the attributions given bottom of its album art, I would of known the echos of that timeless, classic movie theme song, were not my own impositions on the music itself.

Upon learning this, the sparkle of adventure waned, as research revealed most, if not all, of the music here is built upon the MIDI soundtrack for the 1992 computer game. I was curious to see how this artist would handle myth and legend through the lens of a cultural, human setting. Instead, what was experienced was that of another. One I had technically enjoyed as a child, however, no dusty memories were unearthed.

The project, however conceived, has been a pleasant companion. Its shifts in temperament stir the spirits of adventure as moseying lulls and cautious tensions seem to hold over the mythical curiosity. Soft, luscious instruments gently guide one from mundane to mystical as its individual songs cut into moments of discovery and intrigue. The pacing is apt, a smooth, subtle journey conjuring great wonders.

Horns, strings, bells, harps and trumpets all have their moments, yet meld with a warm cohesion, giving the record an easy flow through its impressions both suited for ones attention and the background. The mystique isn't overt or over powering and perhaps suggestion has its power over where the imagination goes but overall its a fine experience for intended theme. A record worth returning to on occasion!

Rating: 7/10

Maurice Brown "The Mood" (2017)

The Mood, an apt name for a record that can impose its own upon one so snugly. This forth outing of veteran Maurice Brown, composer, voice and Trumpeter, bestows itself so elegantly. The soft swaying swagger of Smooth Jazz. Extended aesthetic pallets akin to Jazz Fusion. A subtle rhythmic groove fond of Jazz Hop. Maurice creates a modern, relaxing take on the classics. Fleshed out with occasional vibrant verses by himself and guest rappers, they somehow cut the instrumental flow perfectly with the sudden arrival of deep, thought provoking lyrics. The silence between barely yearns for more, despite the expressive words and chemistry they adorn.

Past its warm welcoming open cuts that set a firm groundwork, the album moves into a couple of Avant-Garde leaning songs. Its percussion busying and with dexterous, dissonant leaning leads emerging, it end up rustling the feathers of its slick persona. Upon finding a way back with Capricorn Rising, the musical themes and key melodies seem to lack the initial dazzle that captivated ones attention. Despite still possessing an easy charm, loungy vibes and full of good mood, It seems a step lower in energy.

Destination Hope, the album closer, rekindles that early magic. Bringing on a fine R&B singer, the Jazz hybrid template finds another soothing chemistry as Chris Turner swoons in to the forefront. Returning again with an epic, softly reverberated chorus. The message is strong and sweet, the melodies croon again and then a spoken word, half rap cadence, from J Ivy blossoms briefly as a fond unity is achieved. The Mood is a hard record to knock. Despite delivering such delightful magic upon the way, it falls short of a classic album experience despite its remarkable impressions.

Rating: 7/10

Rune Realms "Secrets Of The Deepwood" (2018)

 

Plucked from an abundance of Dungeon Synth, Spotify's algorithm thrust forth an unobtrusive spell of lurking forest magic. Although less than a minute, Call Of The Glow Wisp caught my ear. With marching Harp melodies, complimented by the dance of softly glowing bells, its composition showed a different charm to the typical.

Delving into this brief thirty minute record, one finds a sleepy reminiscence for Fantasy synth interludes, the ones found between swells of more intense music, those moments where respite and reprieve blossom with a gentle counterpart to soothe one.

It seemingly stems from focusing on chemistries that lack a dominant perception. So often does the music drift by in a foggy haze of luscious instruments, ascending and descending the keyboard without a voice or focal melody. Thus the record peers into ambiences where notations seem environmental, as opposed to expressive.

Secrets Of The Deepwood has a subdued magical mood. Wondering through enchanted woodlands, its temperament suspends the beauty of each moment. Songs occasionally peer into a little uneasy curiosity, a hint of mischief afoot. Mostly, it sizzles on a glimmering beauty as a welcoming cast of instruments cast environmental magic.

At times adjacent to atmospheric drones, these short songs conjure a desire for more, as inconsequential Harp, Bell and Flute melodies embellish the foggy rumble of bass and airy synths that provide a firm footing for its design. Im impressed, a niche find for a genre swamped by low effort clones, this one found a way to stand apart.

Rating: 7/10

Backxwash "His Happiness Shall Come First Even Though We Are Suffering" (2022)

Traversing deeper into painful themes that have defined Backxwash's raw, hopeless expressions, this newest installment of darkness suffers familiarity. Scarcely making ground on I Lie Here Buried With My Rings And My Dresses, an unhinged rattle of caustic demonic beats accompany now accustomed flows. They run formulaic as the Canadian rapper settles on her flat tone and biting cadence for another round lyrically battling her demons. Its plays as a war siren of distress, simmering in a difficult intersection of ignorance and bigotry. Select samples of pastors preaching illuminate these struggles aptly, focusing the records somewhat conceptual scope to a degree.

 His Happiness Shall Come First Even Though We Are Suffering sums itself up well. A tale of religiosity preaching division and judgement. Although not a sole focus, it fits a discomforting darkness felt through its rough instrumental abrasion, a continual unease suited to the evils parading as morals highlighted. When on point, a potent chemistry. Yet a lack of subtle bombast, groove or sensible musical appeals bounds it tightly to a thorny bed of pain. Weaving layers of disorienting noise, soft distortions and broody bass, gospel samples and estranged companions stir a wild atmosphere. These instruments peak curiosity but lack command of simple pleasures to sway one.

Almost brilliant yet a spark is missing, or just all too familiar. An issue becoming stark in Backxwash's cadences, especially later in the record, Juju a prime example. The hard rhyme inflection and pacing of words becomes repetitive and stale, adding to a sense of stagnating style. The albums ambient feeling one retreading horrors expressed before with an interchangeable nature. One distinction apparent this outing were a select few songs hiding uplifting or beautiful instruments within its mix, burying them a dense darkness, occasionally surfacing them for false relief.

Rating: 7/10

Toadies "Rubberneck" (1994)

 

Accruing influences from 90s Alt-Rock scenes I am less acquainted with, American rockers Toadies debuted with Rubberneck. A rapid thirty six minute introduction that reeked of accents I fumbled to land my finger on. With rough rabbles echoing Skate Punk and Post-Hardcore in energetic spurts, their mostly Grunge era music dodged the lingering scent of Nirvana, whilst seeming fundamentally similar. Between the hardness of estranged "anti" solos and brittle crashing guitar riffs, emotive melodic lulls and sung vulnerabilities birthed Toadies' songs to straddle terrain built by others.

Their approach paints consistent reminders, unable to escape a partial sense of deja-vu. These tracks cut to the core, flying right into the memorable meat of the music. Each song swiftly embarks on its key appeal, an appetizing listen. Vaden Lewis' youthful groans sways between a soothed playful charm and roughened anger when spearheading with strained shouts. Percussion seems to go subtly by with Punkish beats and linking rhythms powering the musics drive without getting in your face.

The guitars play with short, repetitive, simplistic riffs. Impactful power chords, burning at the edges given the ferocity they are performed with on its displays of anger and frustration. Any foray into melody and tunefulness feels intentionally stripped back and flipped over, often lingering on minimalism and noisy rebellious embellishments. Its all cohesive, coming together to be felt first before picking apart its constructs.

After many enjoyable spins, I'm left with a solid record where I'm unsure if it was influential, or influenced by. It did however encroach on the very best of early 90s Rock sounds I once was quite dismissive of. Its nice to find albums that help you creak open the door of your own ignorance and this certainly did that for me.

Rating: 7/10

Polyphia "Remember That You Will Die" (2022)

 

Last I heard of then Texans Polyphia, they were lumped in a then emerging Djent camp. Still echoing time signature grooves and the guitar styling of the scene, a clear evolution beyond it has served them well. Now they perform a smart, sophisticated game. Rocking jazzy, Progressive arrangements and mixing what would often be snubbed as technical "guitar nerd" music with Pop sensibilities. It commands ones attention, the two often opposed ideals meld invitingly when this quartet perform.

With an intricate approach, dazzling technicality and performative tenacity, crafty compositions of dexterous notations gleam with satisfying melody atop sharp percussive rhythms. A simpler key focus always captures ones attention while around it a whirl of showmanship embellishes an inviting idea into a wild ride of tricky performative art. Bass guitars slap and pluck away with impressive precision. Alongside, a three armed drummed who fleshes out tight fills and jolted hi-hat rhythms between electronic drums that snap and kick with a modern punchy brightness.

The records opening songs focus on the instrumental aspect with guests bringing pianos and horns to the mix. With ABC the focus shifts as quest vocalists and rappers really sell the pop appeal. Its a warm fusion, where the band revolve around that focal simplicity their friends bring. It gives the album another dimension to dip in and out of, keeping a fresh flow. Interestingly its most memorable moments are birthed from the catchy hooks guests bring. Not a surprise if you think about it. These things do tend to trump the incredible gifted abilities they have as musicians. Steve Vai signing off on the album closer is a real testament to their accomplishments as musicians.

Rating: 7/10

Helmet "Betty" (1994)

 

To discover Helmet, is to learn of the bridge between Grunge and Nu Metal. Familiar with their classic Meantime, Betty drew me in after Spotify's auto-play kept spinning I Know. The rhythm laden kick snare groove it opens held uncanny resemblance to Deftones' Around The Fur. The following loitering Shoegaze guitar chords present a striking affirmation of influence on yet another Nu Metal era band. These drifting, hazy, fuzzed out riffs seem seminal to the Deftones sound, leading me to wonder what else the record offered. Between the expectant roll out of syncopated Drop D riffs, dense and hazy showgaze aesthetics conjure a little atmosphere to counteract its grungy metallic stiffness. Its a warm, bold tone, lacking any lean to the dark or light and driven by competent percussive kick snare grooves. Bustling with choppy riffs, they routinely veer into that hazy texture. The back and forth is pleasant and undemanding.

Its other distinction was surprisingly that of Primus. Just a couple of songs venture into the bizarre oddities that their breed of the short lived Funk Metal established a few years prior. Its quite obvious, cheeky baselines, discerning noises and comical vocals break the sound suddenly. It works but lacks originality and serves to spice up an otherwise narrow sound as there is little to be found in the way of expansive song writing or progressive ambitions. This is straight riffs and Hamilton's meager cleans and reaching shouts tend to simply accommodate rather than spear on any energy. He definitely chimes better with the Shoegazing sections but doesn't feel like a key component of this simple syncopated style that would go on to influence so many bands. Betty is a really solid record, a firm execution of simple and effective ideas.
 

Rating: 7/10

Slipknot "The End, So Far" (2022)

 

Breaking from lengthy absences between their prior two efforts, Slipknot storm back onto the scene with haste and inspiration afoot. Reestablishing themselves on We Are Not Your Kind, the nine mature into comfortable territory, able to deliver the goods and encroach on new ground. Adderall beautifully misfires the record start, a torturous lyrical piece on drug abuse juxtaposed by gentle melancholic pianos and Post-Rock guitars. Uplifted on the march of its warm baseline, a pivot into bluesy gospel chorals tinged by shimmering, wailing guitar texture states intent for something different.

One has to await these finer wines as swiftly we crash ashore on maniacal aggressive batterings Slipknot are known best for. A smattering of triple percussionist force punches out classic grooves on uncanny familiarity with The Dying Song and The Shapeltown Rag. These are the crowd pleasers, with bite and vitriol at the ready, the hounds of frightful frustration are unleashed among bouncy infectious brutality.

As the record matures, so do its broody atmospheres and textural treats between the swaths of metallic onslaught, mostly cunning guitar riffs and stomping drum breaks to headbang along with. In this expressive space, Slipknot thicken the fabric of their identity, exploring the creepy, unruly dimension that blesses their distinction. Cracking crates ajar, unlocked are new depths of this mid-tempo, mood led focal point. Explored in degrees, an overlap with convention yields quite an enjoyable variety.

So far, The End, So Far, has been spun without a single skip. It ebbs and flows, leading to a grand conclusion with De Sade and Finale. The former proposes gratifying links between ends as texture, aggression and Corey's clean emotive singing unites different extremes. Venturing then into a string of exchanging classic Metal guitar solo stylings, the fiery energy deconstructs itself, dissipating into silence.

It sets the stage for a grand bow out, Finale offers sombre strings and graceful pianos on slight unease to brood into an emotional climax as Corey declares emotional attachment to his darkness. Its expressed through catchy wordings, to get stuck in the mind. Again, a textural experience. The song breathes alongside its creepy choral chants. Expanding and contracting, it feels like a link to the albums opening.

Consistently does one feel a sense of expression and inspiration. Perhaps loosening the shackles of expectation, Slipknot gracefully venture onto new lands. The production is sublime, a typical modern marvel, managing to cram in nine loud voices in its loud onslaughts. Best of all, I felt Sid Wilson's input was made visible. Often you can hear the turntable textures working in a little extra magic at no expense to anything else. This has been a delight. The best since Volume 3 as it stands.

Rating: 7/10

Mortiis "Keiser Av En Dimensjon Ukjent" (1995)

Reviving his past aspirations with the recent Spirit Of Rebelion, I sought out a piece of the origin story that inspired so many within the Dungeon Synth scene. As one of the Norwegian musicians earliest incarnations, Keiser Av En Dimensjon Ukjent has strong similarities. Comprised of two twenty minute lengthy halves, split into lesser parts, the pairing adventures journey through naturalist, nostalgic imaginations. A breezy spirit for magical adventure and gentle mystique guide the listener along is pleasantries.

The glimmer of yearning strings and playful flute melodies glides over broodish bass warmth. Occasionally bumbling into gustos of castled might and sampled bellowing voices, the title track sails sweetly in the uplift of its welcoming tone. Mischief is beyond sight, however Reisene Til Grotter Og Odemarker finds a devilish grandeur as mysterious choir tones and rumbling percussive strikes chance a little unease.

Eventually circling back around to its brighter persona, part three embarks on a classic, triumphant deceleration of Orkish nature. Freshly unveiled trumpets roar for battle, as deep drums thump the pacey march to war. Its darkness is one of theatrics, the imagination run wild with a strong whiff of Tolkein steering its sequestered charms.

Its a wondrous piece of music for the time. No doubts I once gave it a listen but never made the connection in my youth. Now its gift to Dungeon Synth seems simply undeniable. A lot of its charm emanates from a flawed human performance. The creeks and groans of imperfection, its natural, organic fidelity, aid the immersion. It masks repetitive structures and highlights the gulf a digital MIDI and VST driven project like Spirit Of Rebelion suffers as a result of lacking these perfect imperfections.

Rating: 7/10

Type O Negative "Bloody Kisses" (1993)

 

Casting a shadow over their debut effort, Type O Negative return to encapsulate the early 90s alternative vibes under their eclectic Gothic identity. With this lengthy sophomore the band reach a new apex in intervals. Wedged between crude satirical humor, noise driven experimental soundscapes, Doom Metal worship and bursts of Hardcore aggression lies superbulous song writing where melody, rhyme and reason reign supreme. An excellence is to be discovered on its lengthier affairs.

Christian Woman, Black No1 and Bloody Kisses are driven by theme and theatrics, a beautiful sense of expression playing out with a craft on all fronts. Bold horror synths chime with a heavy hand alongside dramatic pianos. Catchy melodies and rocking riffs align succinct with fantastic anthemic vocal hooks, "Loving you is like loving the dead". So to do gleaming guitar solos errupt with a 90s tinge, checking all my nostalgia boxes. The song structures are immense, ambitious and bold, carrying a gripping gravitas on these lengthy journeys. With pivots and sways encompassing drastic shifts, the transformations are remarkable in expressing these Gothic epics.

Sadly, the rest of the record doesn't live up to the strengths of these songs. It can be expected from the brief experimental interludes that paint bizarre horrors. They exist at odds with the more conventional offerings. With a strong whiff of Black Sabbath and Hardcore, Kill All The White People and We Hate Everyone steers too far from the mesmerizing Gothic allure. Where it exists on other songs is among a slew of shifting, radical ideas that don't gel with the thematic intensity seen on its best numbers.

Kudos however, taking a step back from the blender of ideas presented as Bloody Kisses, its clear the band are unabashed in pursuit of what interests them. The vast array of aesthetic influences displayed withdraws the record from a sleek and streamlined experience, revolving on its catchy elements. The foundations of such a thing are in sight, yet the direction seems more intent on where curiosity leads them.

Rating: 7/10

Megan Thee Stallion "Traumazine" (2022)

 

Roped in by her catchy Thot Shit hook, Megan struck me as a subversively talented artist overcast by the provocative lane she resides in. Sometimes referred to as "stripper rap", the reversal of overt objectification in Hip Hop often leads to bigoted conversations. Brushing that noise aside, there is a lot to enjoy here on her sophomore effort Traumazine, my jumping in point and a strong introduction.

With a lengthy string of tight banging beats, the appeal is strong. Lean aesthetics and slick execution takes on a reflective roll as many of these songs reminisce on classic Hip Hop vibes and beats from years gone by. If you're a keen listener, you'll hear a lot of familiarity. My personal favorite is Not Nice. Stealthy baselines and ambiguous ethereal sounds between the firm percussion give me some serious 2001 vibes.

Fronting the instrumentals with power and confidence, a crisp flow and swift articulation makes for breezy listening when it comes to understanding the topicality. Megan brings fifty plus minutes of focused, narrative driven rhymes. Braggadocios status affirming and showboating aside, a significant substance emerges as legal battles, personal struggles and emotional distress brings depth to her talents.

Although mostly voiced through a fierce, fearless front, a few vulnerable moments let the guard down. These stories tie up many showy sentiments to a human aspect, putting feelings to the exaggerated persona. Its a story of struggle and hustle, often playing out through explicit lyrics. With Traumazine she weaves in the person behind this success game, balancing out the boisterous with meaning and direction.

Although fun, fresh and powerful, its superbly recycled Hip Hop vibes and somewhat saturated topicality have these fifty minutes feeling stretched on each spin. Although lacking obvious weak spots, curation may have aided. Her tone and cadence has its range, explored early on and maintaining pace throughout. The decent consistency holds much of its material on par and leaves one wondering which tracks will survive memory? Its been a fun record but I'm unsure that time will favor its lasting power.

Rating: 6/10

Timewave "Solar System" (2010)

 

This is Timewave, another intriguing project of Andrew Odd's and another realm that feels familiar. As a mash of Progressive House, Downtempo, Trance and 90s Dance, its energetic pulse and throbbing percussion cruises on by with an intensity for the dance floor. Despite the elevated sensations, it maintains a calming atmosphere as slowly sweeping stringed synths sooth these absorbing dips into nighttime club life, where Its astral component is loose, a keen suggestion that fits the character. If not drifting through the endless cosmos, a variety of ideas could provide its theming.

Dizzying arrays of sharp arpeggio electronics whirl in dynamic oscillation, layers of busying electronic aesthetics stacking into a smothering wall of sound. Its dense with foggy atmospheric synths buried behind its tapestry of noises, all cohesively moving in the same direction. Its freeing, often euphoric but the magic is always birthed with the percussion strikes. Deep bass grooves jive at dance-able tempos thrusting along an infectious freedom to move your body. Its the persuasive magic of club music brought to an atmospheric flavor, both rich, uplifting and powerfully magnetic.

For all appraisals aired, I could simply be reveling in a genre of music that often doesn't quite serve the introverted vibes I adore. Its 90 minute construct of ten lengthy tracks also doesn't fit the album experience. Solar System is more of a "tune in and drop out". All its song structures are built on simple cycles of phasing intensities. Slow build ups brood into percussive drives before calming the crowd to charge back in again. Not all its aesthetics and samples land equally, especially in the build ups but once arrival has transpired, it always feels right when the pounding drums swell.

You can just jump right in whenever you want that deep focus, which is another interesting juxtaposition about its energy. Despite rocking a throbbing pulse, its dense aesthetic and liveliness is strangely meditative, locking you into its groove both as foreground and background music. Although I am in the initial excitement stages, its clear I've found something fit for another niche of mine. Andrew Odd is one to watch!

Rating: 7/10

Karl Sanders "Saurian Apocalypse" (2022)

 

Extending his Saurian series into a trilogy, American musician Karl Sanders returns with a sinister chapter for his Egyptology inspired world crafting. Centered around exotic acoustic guitar tones and Middle-Eastern instruments, cultural soundscapes straddling the cinematic and performative arts are forged. The tang of dense strings persist, plucked with vigor, they center the experience, an expressive voice melding soft accents of western groove and melody into the foreign, eastern dialect.

Deep gong strikes, cries of pain, possessive chants and eerie audio disturbances paint a ritualistic world alongside riffs and tunes to guide us on this ancient journey. With the timbre of tribal percussion ever present, only An Altered Saurian Theta State strays with its use of a modern drum kit breaking the spell. Unlike its underwhelming inclusion, the wailing distortion guitar solo feature on Divergence, cries with despair and fear, a drama to further heighten the tensions. A far greater fit in my opinion.

Mask Of Immutable Self Delusion offers respite from the mostly mystic, shadowy mood with uplifting acoustics fondly reminiscent of Humanoid. That calm deludes us to whats in store as the final piece lines up a glum, rainy setting for intense theatrics. The apocalypse arrives, a destructive event leading to a hopeless recital of despair.

Its great voice acting to sum up the albums trajectory. The dark atmosphere, and narration reminded me of Decard Cain and my adventures in the Diablo universe. Karl has forged a very gratifying record here, vividly visual and inspiring. The vigorous guitar performances stave of its ambient potential but perhaps that is its strength, to be engaging whilst forging its mystic, lively and cultural soundscape.

Rating: 7/10

Damageplan "New Found Power" (2004)

 

"We are Damageplan and we have a plan for damage". A cheesy pun and awful introduction to this wrangle of young Metalheads who imidiatly turned up the nose. That's all I remember of my friendship groups stance on the Paul brother's then latest band. With the recent enjoyment of Reinventing The Steel, it occurred to me, the late, great Dimebag had more in the arsenal that I was yet to experience.

Uniting with vocalist Patrick Lachman and bassist Bob Zilla, the Paul brothers embraced a then rapidly fading Nu Metal approach to Metal. Although received to lukewarm receptions at the time, age has served it well. New Found Power embraces the cultural accent fondly and injects a smoky southern flair. Vinnie eases off the gas with percussive might focusing on syncopation with his brothers power chord grooves.

As repeated spins made their craft known, it became clear that much of the Pantera persona remains with Dimebag. However, he aptly slows his playing, a shift in tone and easing of pace re-texturing his style, a subtle disguise but the southern steel is still their. His shrill squeals, bouncy bends and slick slides are all among the architecture. Dynamically, he flexes between simplistic Nu Metal alike grooves and lunges of guitar manipulation, fleshing out a soft aesthetic madness to indulge with.

Patrick Lachman does a fine job upfront, a powerful voice, one perhaps singing from the shadows. The likes of Layne Staley, Jason Popson, even Anselmo on occasion and Corey Taylor who features on a track too. Essentially, he brings a fine sound for the times but lacks his own identity. Because of this, much of the record fits the mold without breaking form as its character nails the downtrodden tone of the time.

Damageplan play the sound well but on occasion they drift into another lane. Blink Of An Eye has an unmistakably Korn distinction to its mimsy lead guitar melody. Even though New Found Power lacks a strong distinction, its execution is excellent. Very interesting to hear Dimebag nail another scenes guitar sound so well. There are even dense moments that felt as if a DJ's adding a layer of noise to the mix. Its actually Dimebag wailing on his strings. Glad I checked it out, a fun record for rocking out!

Rating: 7/10