Burzum "Filosofem" (1996)

 

With a stroke of genius, Hvis Lyset Tar Oss broke ground on what Black Metal could be. Its popular predecessor Filosofem, further explores this atmospheric angle. Shifting tone and temperament in slight degrees, Varg returns with the usual sentiments of mother natures harsh realities, lonesome, esoteric and fantastical. Consciously lowering fidelity somewhat, loose distant drums, simmering fuzzy guitars and half spoken distortions of English lyrics embark on lengthy marches. Another flavor of his crude yet deeply effective atmospheres.

Exploring potent chemistries Dunkelheit and Erbicket pace through mid tempo storms of gnarly fuzz, illuminated by soft synth tones. The latter's eclipsing keyboard melody simply unforgettable. They breed an usual tension accepting inner peace and mortal death. Between them, Jesus' Tod runs rampant into the darkness, cycling mean, sinister riffs through hurtling blast beats. Completely unrelenting, only its catchy melody offers relief to its ceaseless nature.

In my opinion the record should have concluded with Rundgang, a twenty five minute minimalist piece evoking transient spiritual sentiments. Often erroneously compared to Tomhet, its soothing tone and curiously introspective mood plays like a headspace alteration, more so than a song. It won me over decades ago, a perfect companion for lonely night walks through forest and fields lit by moonlight. It holds a mesmerizing magic I only hope others can encounter too.

Either side of this track lay the two halves of Gebrechlichkeit, a destitute experience built on sullen guitar riffs and sluggish, melancholic synth melodies. Lacking drums and its second instance simply pulling the groaning vocals of despair, it seems as if an unfinished track has been used to pad out the records duration, leaving its later half primed for skipping over. This is where it loses merit. This could have been another classic, given how undeniable its opening trilogy of song are.

Rating: 9/10

Naughty By Nature "Naughty By Nature" (1991)

An understated classic from the other side of Hudson River, Naughty By Nature's sophomore effort stands the test of time. Uniting radio friendly Hip Hop of the era with Hardcore Rap. This trio's tuneful beats and energetic rhymes somehow grapple the gritty verbal craft and easy pop appeal in the same space. Kicking off with Yoke The Joker, we hear a ferocious Treach drop one of Rap's most legendary verses, rhyming practically every word in the dictionary beginning with s. The whole song is fierce display of talent, his words leap out at you through undying rhyme schemes.

 

In retrospect, he seems ahead of his time. Leaving the classic post N.W.A flow behind. One can anticipate rhymes arriving yet his vocabulary depth is loquacious, a fluent stream of surprises with words beyond casual tongue delighting on a frequent basis. Slick, swift deliveries and chopped cadences are thoroughly entertaining. Every tracks words house a few surprises up the sleeve, spit fit for purpose, wonderfully contrasting the often upbeat, poppy instrumentals with street rugged rhymes.

 Some instrumentals play strapped with typical sampling of the era, reveling in childhood influences of 70s R&B, Soul and Funk. The balance struck sets them apart, with hard hitting drum samples more akin to House music and tight, purpose built baselines. They aid its aesthetic personality along with simple Piano strikes, adding stiff flushes of color and melody to the mix. So to do soft organ or synths chime in on occasion. A Saxophone and Piano solo also liven this sense of elevated beats.

This tailored musicality bridges the cheery tones of OPP, Everyday All Day and Everything's Gonna Be Alight, with hard hitting bangers like Let The Ho's Go, Strike A Nerve and Guard Your Grill. Lyrically, its often gritty. The contrasts this breeds on its upbeat numbers plays a charm that's hard to forget. Naughty By Nature has got it all, endearing beats, enduring rhymes. When it comes to discussing Hip Hop classics this has to be in the conversation.

 

Rating: 9.5/10

Entombed "Clandestine" (1991)

 

Here lies a classic from the early years of youthful Metal discovery that I fortuitously happened upon, a shadowy, venomous breed of dark, scowling heavy. Hailing from Sweden, the tuneful stains of an emerging melodic death metal lingers as whiffs of sinister melody trail this wild ride of ponderous riffs and pounding percussion.

The darkly atmosphere is Clandestine's key distinction. No atypical "meat and potatoes" grind of punching brutality. With a pair of unusual, bristling distortion guitars, a fuzzy menace bleeds a tonality that propels its arsenal of hard hitting riffs into a grimacing aura. Danger and death lurk around the corners of its intense sways.

Swinging from cunning grooves to axe grinding malevolence the music hurls with nonlinear momentum, jumping through iterations, finding pertinent moments to build suspense and roar with tuneful fire. Lead guitars erupt with brief flickers of chaos to guide its path, occasionally unraveling into open breaks, evil and atmospheric.

The drums clatter away with individuality, laying foundations for head banging beats whilst steering the ship with bespoke fills and rhythmic articulations to perk the ears in an embrace of its rough sincerity. Out front Nicke Andersson bellows and howls with a raw guttural cadence, stuck somewhere between Death and Thrash Metal.

Early on he punctuates apt moments with deep shouts amplified by timely reverb. Its gritty and menacing, shaping up a character that surpassing genre norms. So to do sprinklings of esoteric synth shape up this covenant of plundered spoils. Both melody and rhythm boldly embark on equal footing, shaping a consistent brood of songs.

Shadowy, conspiring, sequestered, a devious mood truly clandestine. Its a classic from my early journey of discoveries that's held magic over the years. My only critique? Perhaps it tires as its final couple of tracks lack the moments to break up a riff grind that kept the first half of the record so memorable. Imperfect, as is all art!

Rating: 9.5/10

Willow "Coping Mechanism" (2022)

  

With a chronological step back from an adored Empathogen, Coping Mechanism shifts its fundamental appeal to serve my tastes immaculately. Willow's entangled expressions and gushes of emotional out-poor feel familiar, yet beneath the music nurtures antagonistic intensities, highlighting darker emotions of anger, frustration and sadness. Ever present overdrive guitars dabble in Alternative Rock, Grunge, Emo and Indie, amplifying a hurt in her lyrics. Sailing above with a playful, creative voice, she finds a beautiful resonance with the unsettled rumble of enthused guitar noise.

From a perspective, these songs could be boiled down to catchy Pop Rock songs centered on angsty teenage emotions. Fortunately the underpinning Pop sensibility blossoms with maturity. Willow's lyrics navigate emotional stresses, gracefully avoid the fallacy of simplicity. Her words dissect, introspect and reflect, mostly on the grief of a breakup, in search of a Coping Mechanism. Opposing aspects of these narratives explored often manifest into beautiful vocal inflections. Its a riveting tug and pull, back and forth, an internal mental battle channeled into infectious sing-alongs.

 Producer Chris Greatti and songwriter Asher Bank deserve high praise for their instrumentals. Creatively exploring the aforementioned genres, a Pop Punk ease and occasional touch of Metal aesthetic breeze by effortlessly. The duo weave it all into a cohesive set of both tuneful and mildly aggressive numbers without repeating themselves. One can hear many ideas pulled from across recent decades, rearranged into a new beast. Shifts in guitar tone and color, occasional synths and detailed drum grooves flesh out the experience with continuous variety that's immensely enjoyable.

Coping Mechanism flows, gushes with an infectious liveliness. Willow dances in the river, exuding expressive brilliance. Existing near to unreachable artistic perfection, devoid of weak spots, only its ending seems to dip slightly as the melancholy sways of No Control breaks down intensities for Batshit's return to animated eruptions feeling short of a final statement to wrap it all up. Other than that lack of a landing, this record has been utterly brilliant. Paying close attention to the track listing, trying to select my favorites, I realized the first nine songs are simply sublime. Just wonderful!

Rating: 9.5/10

Chaosbay "Are You Afraid?" (2024)

  

On a somewhat predictable trajectory, yet no less exciting, Are You Afraid lands high octane metallic exuberance. Bolstered by punchy production, Chaosbay fuse catchy pop sensibilities with the edge of Djent guitar brutality. Encapsulated by subtle enriching synths and infrequent glitchy antics, this arsenal of short to-the-point three minute bangers blazes through their very best creative efforts.

These eleven cuts routinely erupt into grabbing "break downs", slamming serious momentum. Far from original yet executed with class, the double down on Eye For An Eye plays a keen favorite. Between these roars of anger, the soaring clean vocals of Jan Listing continuously ropes one into its lyrics themes through infectious cadence.

Taking on different temperaments and tempos defines each song from one another with true personality. Frequently dabbling in curious arrangements - cinematic synths, Trap adjacent percussion and dystopian electronics - simple song structures find space to experiment, elevating past the main theme. Its kept the listening experience fresh, exciting and on "the edge of your seat" so to speak.

 Without a weak point these thirty eight minutes play fun, animated, energetic. Anthems to fist pump, head bang and sing along too. Its been everything I hoped for. Having been teased by The Way To Hell, I'm happy the whole record reached that level of excellence. To my ears, these guys are among a rare few to get me excited about Metal these days.

Rating: 9/10

Aurora "What Happened To The Heart?" (2024)

 

 What Happened To The Heart will likely be my album of the year. I've sat on this one for months, hitting a curious writers block when wanting to put my emotions to words. Initially the record seemed transient, subdued yet as familiarity crept in, a magic emerged from its dreamy charm. A sleepy aura persists throughout, songs teeter on cloudy ambiences, percussion softened as Aurora dances with her voice like an angel emerging from a soothing fog. So often does this enchanting music lure you into its passive persuasion, pivoting temperament to lunge into passionate swells of harmony.

This talented cast of song-writers and producers pay quite the compliment to her strengths. Songs flash suggestions of Disco, Synthpop and Electronica, all bellowing out there aesthetics through the atmospheric power of understated rumblings. These more obvious influences linger in the shadows of airy reverberations and soundscape design. These compositions blur boundaries, whipping one up in a feverous dreamy momentum led by Aurora, who often arrives in tandem with herself. Layering up her fantastic vocal ranges, an enchanting sway unravels that is utterly contagious.

The mid record stretch often feels spiritual, tribalistic, as surges of steady deep bass percussion drives wordly tones and burred melodies with suggestions of broadened cultural horizons. The opening and closing phases hold the animated tracks that pivot into House, Dance, Techno and Indie Pop with broad creative strides. There stylistic emergence from the ether, alongside such a spectacular voice, gives the whole record a magic I've felt with other artists but barely in this unique avenue. With Aurora's voice on full croon, I feel swallowed up by her immaculate performance. This record is a gem you don't want to pass up, undoubtedly her most inspired music to date.

Rating: 9.5/10

 

Eminem "Relapse" (2009)

 

Returning to Rap after a short lived five year retirement, Eminem battles his issues with alcohol abuse and pain pill addiction. Using his rhymes as therapy, we venture upon topically focused tracks, lyrically animating the trajectory of his struggles with drugs. Reviving familiar grievances along the way, Em sees himself in his abusive mother, leading to the comical line, "this ain't dinner ,this is paint thinner". Medicine Ball takes more shots at a now deceased Christopher Reeves. Dark and twisted as ever, he undoubtedly courts controversy again with a slew of edgy humor insults.

Still drawing inspiration from negative sources, Em dips into unsettling imagery often, painting himself as a deranged serial killer in a murderous daze on opener 3AM. The violent, cruel imagery is a constant recurrence, leading to impressive strings of zesty rhymes and stacked rhyme schemes. Often entertaining, Insane goes over the top, taking a depraved turn. With foul stench, Em delves into disgust, painting sexual abuse stories through crude and vile wordplay. Its a rather difficult track to stomach.

Bagpipes From Baghdad blooms with fresh creativity. The squirmish Indian accent fortunately subsides into a wild rhyme ride of satisfying oddities over one of the records grooviest beats. Its an oddball and bagpipes are indeed included. Hello follows up with a cringey crush confessional, a strange divulgence of attraction that finds itself twisted into dark places, a recurring theme. After these ear catching tracks, the songs settles into an ample groove, entertaining on its way to grand finale.

With tense strings and the voice acting of medical professionals, Mr.Mathers paints an image of his overdose through the eyes of paramedics. Leading into Deja Vu, the broody instrumental tone and cinematic lyrics flips the perspective, unraveling the prior event through a deep struggle as Em lands one of his best sung chorus hooks. The subtle organ chords rising in the background gel so well with his voice. These lyrics are so open, tender and endearing, a vulnerable expression from sullen lows.

Beautiful stirs this energy further, wallowing in his pains, pulling another sung chorus that works on this inspired level. Introspective, gloomy with an air of uplift lingering, has him riffing more earnest lines off the chest. Its deep and real, however Crack A Bottle pivots to a fun rompy jive with a dull feature from 50 Cent. Things pivot again as Underground amps the intensity up for a angered ending as Em goes wiling off again.

 Relapse was slammed by critics upon release. I'm fifteen years late to what sounds like classic Eminem in his prime. Sure, many raps have a goofy streak, the crudeness can get sore. Throughout it all, rhymes and flow are sharp as ever. Its flawed but full of excellence. I can't recall the last time a seventy minute rap album held me start to end. Absent at the time of its release, Relapse has been a "what if" answered, more of an artist I adored in my youth, rapping that exuberance hes been unable to recapture.

Rating: 9/10

Rina Sawayama "Hold The Girl" (2022)

 

Following up on a smashing debut, Hold The Girl's antidote lays in repetition as first impressions come stiffly poisoned by uncanny familiarity. This is Pop music after all, its broad appeal conjures the best radio has to offer. Admittedly, it took time to flourish into the ear worm monster it has become. Trading in the eclectic ensemble of debut Sawayama, Rina commits to an intoxicated romp of glossy bangers pulling from across the spectrum of popular music's finer offerings. Showing her hand, an obviously play is made for high octane Dance-Pop that also ushers in mild echo's of 80s Synthpop and driving percussive energy of the 90s UK Electronic scene. Along the way were treated to crooning ballads, a touch of Country Pop, R&B and Soft Rock.

Uncanny in nature, lacking originality, yet sparkling with a touch of magic, its Rina who makes the record whole. Track after track delivers stunning performances, soaring vocals, emotions flowing in infectious cadences. An emotional weight grips her lyrics of struggle and expression, entangle in the moment. Your Age hits hard, an anthemic reflection on predatory abuse. A dark undercurrent manifests into a shudder of glitched vocals. It plays beautifully against ascending cries on the tracks chorus hook.

She is simply on fire, as are the instrumentals. Most songs play fleshed out with charisma and craft, leaning hard into the concept at hand. Occasionally flaring up with a Glam Rock guitar solo. Dense and powerful, subtly is not the intended direction. These tunes know themselves well. Some tracks however boarder "plagiarism". Americana inspired Send My Love To John feels all too familiar. Perhaps a victim of is stripped down acoustic simplicity, if I had a broader recall, I feel as if I'd put my finger on it. Quite a few songs do this, however Catch Me In The Air's guitars are blatantly derivative of The Smashing Pumpkins' 1979. Holy is another ghost of the 90s Electronic scene. That Ethereal piano melody over the thumping bass is uncanny.

Despite all this, the record is utterly brilliant. More the half the songs hit like classics and the trailing tracks ain't far behind. Hold The Girl plays with fire. Does it get burnt? Yes but I couldn't care. Perhaps had they been a little less overt with influences, such thoughts could have been avoided. Lastly, I'd like to end on the album's closer, To Be Alive. Such beautiful lyrics, blossoming out of the darkness of youth, warmth emanating from within, a platonic love song of life. Its emotional build, shoegazing blurs, dance pianos along with the lofty choral voices is simply blissful.

Rating: 9/10

Rina Sawayama "Sawayama" (2020)

 Arriving at the cutting edge of contemporary Pop music, singer-songwriter Rina casts an excitable web of diverse musical influences. With dexterity fondly reminiscent of Queen, her execution plays effortless, a graceful genre gallop between Pop Rock, Disco, J-Pop, R&B, Synthpop and even Nu Metal? An obvious favorite of mine, the latter broods its menace on STFU! Unleashing the era's groove through a mammoth, lunging riff, the growling guitars get across their point without need for excessive distortion. Creepy Korn alike melodies linger in the backdrop as the song sways between this aggressive energy and a twinkling dazzle of glossy melodic relief.

Its a keen example as to how Rina hones in on the essence of appeal, each song could merit such discussion as particular eras and genre distinctions meld into an engrossing listen. Other highlights include Comme Des Garvons, a stylish strut of attitude and glamor. Love Me 4 Me revels in the cheese of 80s attempts at bold punchy instrumentation, steering its bright melodies and chirpy nature to an endearing infectiousness. The "fake live" fanfare of Who's Gonna Save U Now? plays a genius touch, elevating this Arena Rock anthem as Rina sails her voice to new heights.

Tokyo Love Hotel woos with soft touches of Synthwave and Vapourwave. A breezy cruiser fit for the cities night lights. I could continue with my praises. Only mid track Bad Friend landed sour. Its spacey, Ethereal Electropop aesthetics feel lost on its own topicality, a "woe is me" self pity anthem. Conjuring the hurt of relationship wounds, its confessions of wrong doing seem a strange fit for its mood. An odd one but aptly fitting of the overall theme, a self oriented set of expressions felt direct with plain, connecting language that rarely feels deeper than its straight forward nature.

A stunning debut, Sawayama plays front to back like a seasoned musician reveling in creative strides. The music is effortless, exploring all curiosities seamlessly, avoiding an "eclectic" label despite clearly fitting that frame. All ideas explored simply click into place. Many of these ideas hail back to the early 00s, the years of my youth. Frank references to MSN messenger amused me greatly, I remember those Windows XP days with distain but the music has always been a consistent source of meaning. Its no surprise this record resonated with me. I haven't put it down for months!

Rating: 9/10

Knocked Loose "You Won't Go Before You're Supposed To" (2024)

 

With frantic demeanor, pointed jittery bombardments unleash bottled up agitations. Furious spurts of frenzied anger erupt, spewing forth a fierce menace, rattling the cage, as unwavering intensity decimates structure. Brevity carries a weighty burden, form flees as directionless lashes of hurt strike impulsively. From this wounded posture, dissonance reigns supreme, splicing aesthetic discomfort and rhythmic assault into an uglied abomination, dizzying in its relentless pursuit of filth.

In other words, the record plays like a sporadic riff-fest, somehow satisfying in where this formless chain of spiteful distortions lands. Currently embracing increasing attention, Knocked Loose capitalize on their Coachella exposure, dropping ten cuts across a brief twenty seven minute stint that barely repeats itself with any semblance of comfortably. Their breed of adrenaline soaked Metallic Hardcore loosens its beat-down shackles, expanding texture and craft as disgruntled horizons expand.

The often gratifying loop of obvious throw-downs gets challenged, the group elongate sludgy thuds of rhythm guitar into unpredictable sleuths descending into depravity. A clear victory, aided by intriguing arrangements between that suffer from an attention deficit disorder. One moment collapses into the next, exploring ranges of aggression and leveraging moments of respite with creepy shadowed melodic dissonance.

All that said, a couple of songs do conform. Suffocate lands a digestible punch, featuring an evolving Poppy. Her screams are mustering more intensity. This still dazzles after many spins. Its sporadic nature wrestles successfully with predictability, unhinged yet effective. I'm left with a sense that time will tell if these songs stick. Despite knowing these numbers well, that unstructured charm has kept it fresh.

The only blemish is Garris' shrieking howl. Resembling a crows dying squawk, its likely a love hate sound I simply have to tune out. The rest of the aesthetic is fantastic. In this era of music production, bands can load depth into the clarity which may go overlooked as the romps of metallic fight music will likely take center stage.

Rating: 9/10

Kyros "Mannequin" (2024)

 

Is this our first heavy hitter? An obvious contender for my album of the year, Kyros deliver on an enticing Esoterica teaser. All three tracks our found nestled snugly among this lively set of exuberant songs bursting with colorful energy. After a quaint, folksy introduction - reminiscent of classic Prog Rock acoustics, the album roars to life with Showtime. Steel drums rapid a melody suggestive of time passing by, in chimes a big aggrandizing tune fondly reminding me of Genesis in the late 80s and one by one the instruments pile in. Grooving baselines, bustling drums patterns and dazzling keyboard leads paint a theatrical thunder birthed in cheese decades ago.

Kyros however, embrace this bold, tenacious execution of punchy note-to-note refrains and execute them with stunning swagger. Each track brings flavor and distinction, their commonality an undying dexterity of craft that fleshes out many sections with animated instrumentation. That's not to suggest the record doesn't have its timely lulls and respites. The balance is wonderful, a fruitful execution of ideas.

Ghosts Of You has become my standout track. Again the 80s reign supreme with big grinning melodies. One could re-imagine this as an ear worming theme song from a daytime television show. Again, executed with class, the lyrical tone and cadence chimes with its punchy percussion reminiscent of Michael Jackson's Bad. Its a common theme for the record but this modern vibrancy invigorates these old themes.

Its final two songs take a subtle departure, focusing on big metallic stunts between more middle of the road arrangements. Although great entertainment, the increased aggressive might, reminds you of a coming end to the session. Not a blemish but observation as that 80s cheese I'm so fond of gets stripped back. This foursome are awsum and I'm not surprised they have pulled together such a strong cohesive album.

Rating: 9/10

Mnemic "The Audio Injected Soul" (2004)

 
Here lies an ecstatic throw back to the days of youth. Discovered through Nuclear Blast Records magazine, this Danish outfit captivated our attentions with rhythmic grooves adjacent to Meshuggah's records of the time. Residing in the infancy before Djent took on its current sanitized form, Menmic's gritty Industrial polish and flashes of electronic textures morphed them into a memorable metallic beast.

Born in the hangover of Groove and Nu Metal, roaring shunted riffs collide against subtly dystopian melodic leads in search of new ground. I recall this particular scene once being referred to as "Future Fusion Metal" but despite the endless iterations of sub-genre, this name never took hold. One can hear echos of Melodic Death Metal and Industrial Metal but its most notable distinction are the elasticated "poly-rhythmic" guitar arrangements that make for frequent headbangers break outs. Chunky assaults on the fretboard that frequently flirt with a choppy, charactered ferocity.

The band don't overstate any component but weave together its most aggressive assignments and tuneful tangents. These arrangements emerge chopped and changed, not through complexity but variety. The pace at which an average track cycles through its sections is refreshing. It gives them character, as its swings and sways feel unpredictable, even after the album has been etched into ones memory.

Its offering can't be overstated, a fantastic range of soaring melodies to rhythmic slabs of low end force, melding through a creativity that never felt forced or intentional. The bellowing roars of front man Bøgballe often illuminates the energetic trajectory the instrumentals traverse. It could be passion of youth but I think this record is a lost gem, a cracking collection of momentous songs that any fan of Metal could find a favorite among its ten lean cuts. Still a favorite after all these years...

Rating: 9/10

Marconi Union "Weightless" (2012)

 

Discovered through a scientific podcast about the effects of music on our psychology and physiology, Weightless has been studied to learn of its calming effect on listeners. This was no mystery to me, as someone who suffers with anxiety at times, I learned long ago the powerful magic of ease Ambient music can bestow upon its recipient. Unlike my typical plunges into random areas of this genre, British duo Marconi Union's approach fits snugly into a relaxing yet artful region of Ambient I adore.

Lengthy stints drift drearily through ambiguous atmospheres, the jaws of danger remaining inanimate. A soothing stillness passes its balmy brood, sheltered from rainy weathers subdued. Melodies linger in limbo, sluggish slumps of tempo mask meaning and purpose. Tensions are tranquil, suspense soothing and apprehensions amiss.

 Weightless' tonality and textures holds many unknown mysteries that could easily be manipulated into darkly stressful taunts. Unease and suspense sit central to its blueprint yet the ambiguous design is played perfectly. Disconnected, un-anchored melodies strip out all identity and meaning. The remaining impressions have no tilt, you will find nothing happy, upbeat or joyous at play among its six parts.

Its lack of emotion is perhaps why Weightless is so soothing, a removal of drama and noise from ones mind as we indulge at restful tempos. Cuts two and five elevate slightly with soft percussion, the later including soft Downtempo like bass, reminiscent of Yagya. Its all wonderfully orchestrated, the endless dawning of its airy synths grasping one in its moment. Instant classic, one for the Temporal Focus playlist.

Rating: 9/10

Janelle Monáe "The Archandroid" (2010)

As both an actress and musician, Janelle Monáe is clearly an artistic talent beyond auditory constraints. A passion for cinema and theater permeates this blinding debut. I've been under its spell for some time now, losing track of how many spins have blessed these ears. Its charm resides in diversity, the execution enthralling. The Archandroid courses through cherry picked motifs conjuring remnants of musical greats yet harnessing them through a modern approach that brings out the very best of the territories it embarks upon. Its lofty, yet wonderful, concept stratifies the ages through an effeminate android who is sent back through time to encounter an unenlightened past. A firm premise for lyrical commentaries browing humanistic and social-political insights but for this instrumental mind, it served as the jumping off point. A freedom to move its stellar songs through the decades of musical evolution.

From the outset, its evolving themes are accompanied by cinematic transitions, pivots from soundtrack to contemporary and back again. Modern, popular verse chorus writing get seasoned by rich orchestration to tease the mind with its grand, visual sense of scale, fit for a movie experience. With its R&B and Hip Hop influences aptly deployed, subtle drifts into rhythm and groove blur the lines of ambitious distinctions. It allows one to enjoy the experience, engulfed in a diversity which astonishingly avoids any sense of "mash up", or "crossover", as picking apart its instrumental components reveals avenues of influences. However on occasion, its can be all to brash.

Make The Bus unapologetically reeks of Bowie. Come Alive shudders with a stiff brazen union of cheesy Horror aesthetics and British Punk. The two are my least favorite cuts, Mushrooms & Roses flirts among them with an obvious Psychedelic Rock pivot fortunately saved by the mesmerizing guitar lead that pulls the song through its own dreamy haze. Fortunately everything else is utterly fantastic, mostly ruminating on 70s and 80s Soul and R&B, mingled between its theater motifs. The influence of Outcast can't be understated, Big Boi turning up to feature on Tightrope. It has the The Love Below stamp all over it. Perhaps continuing where they left off, in terms of bringing together modern percussion and sounds decades prior.

Despite distinct influences, The Archandroid never loses sight of its own story. Staying firmly rooted, flowing through its motions to conclude on a high. BaBopByeYa brings out the finest of Janelle's range. Having been a continual source of infectious engagement throughout, on this cautiously unwinding track she soars to new heights. The swells of emotion are unavoidable as her rise to utter the title words have a focal gravitas. The instrumentals gracious deconstruction somehow illuminates the word building that came before it, as each violin, piano and string seems to echo the epic embarked on. There is more I could say but its seems I am still ensnared in mighty gaze, wondering when this magical adventure might exhaust itself.

Rating: 9.5/10

Type O Negative "Dead Again" (2007)

 

 I'm under the impression that front man Steele was responsible for much of Type O Negative's musical writing. It blossoms again in refined directions on this final record. His passing a few years later sealing the groups fate, them choosing not to continue on without him. From the offset, Dead Again bestows a different intensity. Distanced somewhat from the Gothic tonal cheese, always orchestrated with emotional connection, Steele leans into certain inspirations present since their inception.

Kicking off with dense guitars lunging into burly Doom Metal groans, followed by a sudden energetic drive of hurried Hardcore aggression, the metallic, mainly Black Sabbath inspired focus makes itself known. Equally split with The Beatles influences and Pop Rock ideals from decades back, many songs beautifully journey through lengthy non-linear song structures. It gives the record a perpetual sense of excitement, as more gratifying compositions seem to lurk around every corner.

Now entirely stripped of prior flirtations with crass humor and noisy aesthetic interludes, their collective eclecticism flows focused and gratifying. Barely a wasted second goes by, Steele leans into his vision and delivers a plethora of intriguing arrangements. Personally its clearly cathartic, channeling catchy lyrics over grabbing melodies, they frequently skirt easy conventions, offering truly distinct music.

Some songs stick to one of its three main styles, others easily chop through wildly different intensities as Doom Metal, Hardcore and Pop Rock get a fascinating salute from these brooding Gothic oddballs. Its seems with age came maturity and the hunger of expression never faded. Dead Again has a notable shift yet with it an awe and fascination as to how the odd mix of chemistries could emerge again as exciting as ever! Despite the remarkable impression October Rust left on me, I get a sense this could be my favorite given more time to sink in.

Rating: 9/10

Matt Uelmen "Torchlight II OST" (2012)

Rejoice! A gift from the heavens, a FREE original soundtrack! If like me, you grew up on the music of Matt Uelmen's Blizzard classics Starcraft and Diablo II, then this is for you! Spellbound by his earthly incarnations of weathered stone age lands and the lurching mischief of a corrupt evil, the D2 soundtracks became frequent listening beyond the game itself. The broody, engrossing atmospheres Matt conjured stuck with me over the decades. Catching wind of his work on this soundtrack, released by the games published for free, peaked my interest. Bar its title theme track, Torchlight II is essentially another half to the classic D2 soundtrack that's so dear to me.

Its no understatement, the instrumental pallet is identical. Shades of all five chapters of the game intermingle. The cinematic orchestration unlocked with the Lord Of Destruction expansion pack a prominent feature too. Not just aesthetics and texture but the musical approach musters that timeless magic. Certain passageways bear a sparkling resemblance. Others seemingly direct incarnations or alternate takes. Once again we get to experience the mesmerizing layers of acoustic guitar Tristram blazed so brightly in Diablo's opening track. A song worthy of any curious listener.

Its a lengthy soundtrack, eighty minutes where new crevasses of his earthly musics are explored, always tumbling back into familiar feelings and arrangements, then to vanish again into something new. Its a delight. A literal dream come true. Too often have I wished for more and finally it is here, or should I say unbeknown to me for ten years! Nestled at the end, Camp Dawn is my favorite track, essentially the closest you'll get to another Tristram. Beautiful! I'm so thankful to have found this.

Rating: 9/10

Old Sorcery "Dragon Citadel Elegies" (2022)

 

In concluding the "castle trilogy", Finnish composer Old Sorcery masters their mysterious craft. Perhaps one to be labeled a modern Dungeon Synth classic, Dragon Citadel Elegies culminates its finest aesthetics for an epic adventure. Woven with elements of Fantasy, Dark Ambience and soft touches of Berlin School electronics, a diverse arsenal of instruments converge on glowing visions. Both its lurches into foreboding darkness and deliriously majestic daydreams find cohesion. Across five mighty songs we explore the peculiar crevasse of an imagination so rich and lucid.

In spellbinding fashion, the grandeur of its themes smother the listener, a fine craft of composition and execution where very minute detail of design seems articulated with brilliance. The balance of intensities, reverberations and tonality of its instruments illuminate otherworldly tunes. This elevation of components seems steeped in unbounded inspirations. The quirkier, playful melodies seem almost Harry Potter akin, as magical bells jostle and chime in nightly gusts of wizardly winds.

Either lurching in cold shadows or bustling through night skies, a zest is always in the air. These paths are well walked as the music bestows a clear vision of fantastical realms home to magics that don't lean into the atypical moods this genre has become accustom with. This has always been a part of what sets Old Sorcery aside. Still growing as a musician, these stunning forty minutes gets at the essence of its identity.

The final song, A Haven, does linger somewhat on its lengthy exit. An intriguing start drifts into its most subdued passageway, however a transition to a final majestic curiosity seems intentional in design. Perhaps leaving us with an appetite for more? Its clear we have been treated to the best offering yet. Who knows what could follow?

Rating: 9/10

Type O Negative "October Rust" (1996)

 

Smoothing out the oddities of torturous experimental sound design and crass, filthy humor, Type O Negative deliver a cohesive, lengthy album experience fit for a classic. Breezing past two brief humor driven tracks, Love You To Death embarks on chilly December moors. Cold winds groan as merciful  melancholic melodies descend upon on a cursed gothic romance. Stripped is the architecture of cinematic cheesy horror tones they previously yielded to sincerity. With a dreamy yet dreary aesthetic, imbued by fuzzed, hazy guitars and murky bass distortions, the record croons with affection.

October Rust's metallic foundations plays second fiddle to the manly sobs of Steele's engrossed voice. Soaring with emotive words, punctuated by cunning lyrics, he lands songs gracefully with infectious moods to latch onto. In duet with Josh Silver's keys, together they reign in a 90s spirit, yielding it to their own confessions in a glory of tuneful delights. Touches of the Alternative and Grunge sound lurk, even a smidge of Britpop akin sensibilities are heard on brighter numbers like Green Man.

Embracing warmth on brighter outings, so to do swings into dramatic sorrows and pains adorn this venture. Glorified by a passionate love of Gothic veneer, Type O Negative revel in the anguish of heartbreaks and loves lost. Thus its songs swerve the terrain of frosty landscapes in remarkably acute degrees. Both light and dark find unusual unions under brooding church organs, shimmering Shoegaze guitar tones and even a glistening Christmas bells on a mournful, gloomy Red Water.

Despite brilliance throughout, October Rust's second half steadies pace. After My Girlfriend's Girlfriend, a tongue in cheek romp, a string of excellence expires. The cover of Neil Young's Cinnamon Girl a further highlight and the concluding ten minute Haunting. Their absurdist humor is not lost, as the song abruptly ends during its Doom Metal parade upon lunging tempo and choral harmonies. I do wonder if it was brought about by medium constraints. After the sudden close, its final spoken remarks, "I hope it wasn't to disappointing" a crude one, given the wonderful seventy minute machination of Gothic majesty and 90s moods that proceeded it. A classic? Almost!

Rating: 9/10

Depeche Mode "Violator" (1990)

 

Hailed by some as a classic, I approached this record with persistence. A turning point came four or so spins in. Suddenly, the brash, jolting instruments began to blossom. Its snappy arrays of waveform synths revealing secrets. The bold, rigid deployment of its punchy melodies and calculated drum patterns birthing emotional resonance from the void they dance above. Violator's aesthetic philosophy leaves a sparse quiet behind the fast attack and decay of its electronic zaps and stiff sampled percussion.

In the drone of its repetition, what I failed to hear was the build up. Songs start minimal and simple, with all components laid bare. Dave Gahan brings in his steely tender voice to take hand and lead along the lyrical narrative with an engulfing persuasion. Under his spell the instrumental broods these emotive swells as the complexity increases. Leaving its simpler crafts in formation, the later arrives toy with organics as dense guitar wails, dawning string sections and abstract electronic.

As I understand it, Voilator was also their debut venture to include guitars. Sometimes performed but mostly sampled, the acoustic tones fit effortlessly to their demeanor. I sensed the commercially exploited Personal Jesus might become an irritation but alas, under repetition I came to appreciate its genius, and union of digital and analog.

The records character lingers mostly on relationships woes, a sadness that permeates loves struggles without conclusion. The tone teases, toying with a curious poise. A soft sadness, melancholy on the horizon, all whilst being dramatically catchy. Its a highly digestible set of Pop tunes, weaving in odd electronic sounds to its tapestry. As the rush increases, so do strange zaps and brash noises. Quite the delight.

Ultimately I can only conclude to agree with its acclaim. Despite lacking the depth time with records offers, my ever growing love of its persuasion is wondrous. In comparison to Black Celebration, Violator stands matured and cunning by a band forging their expressions with sharpened wit and intellect. The underlying emotional rawness heard through voice and instrument is as before. I'm unsure as to why I did not hear it on Music For The Masses? Its earned my attention for a revisit.

Rating: 9/10

Arcanist "Hyperborea" (2022)

 

 Through forages of retro psychedelia synth know as Berlin School, and an artistic encroachment upon the forgotten dusty crypts of Dungeon Synth, Arcanist firmly caught my attention with their stunning debut Poseidonis. My knee jerk reaction to Hyperborea waned after a sour taste induced by spurious inclusions of esoteric Black Metal and sludgy abominably Doom Metal. As successive repetitions settled spirits across its four epic songs, I grew to love how musically ambitious this record is.

Unwilling to rest on laurels, Hyperborea brews its story telling with cinematic stride to journey vast and various musical landscapes. Unruly lulls of Dark Ambience hold over its forays into Medieval and Heathen acoustic folk. The aforementioned metallic spurts scale the summit as its valleys are navigated by captivating synth solos in the spirit of Progressive Rock. Best of all, The Coming Of The White Worm's plunge into the cosmic has another delightful reminiscence of my treasured Oscillotron.

A flow of engulfing atmospheric magic gushes forth, with sudden splashes of color, wild twists and dramatic soars along the way. Despite having different temperaments and aesthetics, the music is guided wondrously as these distinct musical spaces get woven together in a single narrative. It has the pay off only an album experience can offer as one traverses its eerie, bespoken wanderings into lavish drips of exotic synth. Ending on a loud and frightening conclusion, I am often startled, awoken to start the adventure over again. Its has been one of the best musical experiences this year!

Rating: 9/10