Blood Incantation "Absolute Elsewhere" (2024)

 

 

A record to turn heads, or ears, Absolute Elsewhere dazzles with esoteric evocations whilst conjuring unexpected tangents aeons apart from its Technical Death Metal foundation. Fortunes favor this enduring tangential nature, its forays into 70s Electonics and classic Progressive Rock yield a lasting spiritual satisfaction.

Often stiffly parted from its Extreme Metal counterpart, the sways of intensity sound like shuffling tracks between two entirely different bands. From pounding drives of aggression, grisly outlandish riffs, incessant blast beats and elongated howling guttural growls, we drop into lengthy persuasions of melodic musical indulgence.

Familiarity runs strong. It hits me on first listen as the lead guitar leaps into a slick crooning solo... Pink Floyd. This architecture is all to obvious but superbly executed. The following track follows in similar footing, the whirl of psychedelic pulsating synths reminiscent of Tangerine Dream... who actually collaborated for the song.

Later on echos of King Crimson play into its lighter side through acoustic guitars and soft organ drones. With Metal, the spurious chaos of Morbid Angel lay in its extremes. Flickers of Egyptian cultural tones pioneered by Nile and oddly Saor as its final track toys with heathen melody and an epic Black Metal touch to its percussive drive.

 

Absolute Elsewhere is a riveting listening, striding for new ground and showing its inspirations front and center. For me, its metallic side was mostly a familiar snore, only brightened by a few maddening riffs. I'm firmly captivated by its Prog Rock tangents, still enjoying them. Greatness was insight but the musical meld plays a stiff mix.

Rating: 7/10

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

Bayonet Dismemberment "Carnage Of War" (2024)

 

Randomly stumbling into the smothering arms of Brutal Slam Death Metal again, I'm transported back to the scene days of 2008. That was among my first ventures into a filthy underworld of extremity blossoming alongside Deathcore. Here we are sixteen years later and I discover the scene is lively as ever, attracting a new generation of kids to swing their arms and legs in the most pits, as well as the musicians too.

Unsurprisingly topicality is grim. Through undecipherable grunts and guttural growls, an ever shining light on humanities worse focuses on the Iraq war as its flavor of critique. In texture and rhythm, these biting blunted howls land snug into a polished aesthetic that has barely aged in principle design. The production is warm, almost inviting as opposed to the ear abusing rattles some early records would deploy.

The angered music behind cosmetics is decent, exchanging drum blasts and guitar grinds of dissonance with apt erupts of groove and halftimes for the dance-floor too. Competently creativity within constraints, its as if a day hasn't passed, deploying all the same old tropes again for three sharp cuts of savage stomping brutality.

Rating: 3/10

Coprofago "Genesis 22" (2022)

 

With an apatite for this early breed of Djent adjacent Progressive Metal, my hopeful searches of a scene rummaged through before exposed last years release of Genesis 22. Although a remaster of the original Genesis, released twenty years prior, its been a pleasant surprise. I've covered Coprofago before, much of whats been said applies again to this earlier music, including welcome similarities with pioneers Meshuggah.

The modern aesthetic and marvelous production had me questioning my own memory. Familiarity was a shadowy affair, echos of extremities enjoyed decades ago yet audio so fresh. Restored from original recordings, the re-amping of instruments is its true marvel. In comparison to original recordings, these songs take on a new identity beyond its harsh origins. The original mix was a noise can, thin and raspy. Clicky drums, rumbling bass, thin vocals, all adorned by clunky guitar distortions.

The progressive fusion of Synth, Jazz and Death Metal under odd time signatures and meandering song structures was challenging enough. Hard to love yet made harder by its raw packaging. Its one of the most impressive restorations I've ever heard. It has quite frankly revitalized a sound once exhausted and made it interesting again.

The music of Genesis itself is a varied beast, such a wild ride of unorthodox riffs and tricky arrangements, its often hit or miss. Extremities tandem with opposites as screams and deafening chugs suddenly melt into warm colorful lounge energy. Favorites will get selected among duds, as sometimes the less favorable ideas get stacked. Chaos and La Idea De Borde are my picks. Much fun for a fan of this old band!

Rating: 6/10

Revocation "Netherheaven" (2022)

 

 Four years on from The Outer Ones, Davidson returns with another matured refinement of fleshy metallic complexities, toying darkly atmosphere against angular aggression. The opening Diabolical Majesty embeds a soft warmth in tone and groove, grim melody flickers through flushes of entangled guitar menace as a beastly portrait is painted. Putting its greatest effort first leaves a bitter taste as the following songs suffer its shadow. Delving deeper into a tapestry of dexterous guitar work, attempts to pry apart Metal convention and piece it back together fall flat.

This terrorizing meld of Death, Prog and Thrash flounders as its supposed arcane architecture hits the treadmill of repetitious unpredictability. Twists and turns run amuck, losing sight of what makes a song stick. The endless labyrinth of riff work dispels its own madness. The brutal glumness of grinds dispels its sporadic flourishes of magic in the form of Davidson's incredible solos and occasional acoustics.

Netherheaven arrives on the heels of my despairing disappointment at Metal's continued stagnation. Despite once being my darlings for Metal's future, the years have rolled by with the band burrowing deeper into the road they've carved for themselves and I've frankly become bored with a lack of freshness. The endless wind of sinister riffs, throaty howls "technical" percussion becomes a dispassionate blur, completely unable to peak my interest on this outing. At least its opener had a spark!

Rating: 4/10

Soulfly "Totem" (2022)

 

 Four years back Ritual failed to make a lasting impression with me. Prior to its release Max had caught my ear again with Cavalera Conspiracy's Pyschosis, a powerhouse of a record. Tuning in once again, I find a lack of distinction for why this should be called Soulfly, in comparison to Max's other projects. Long gone are the bounce riffs and Nu Metal hallmarks that defined the name. All that's left now is the distinctive cultural sounds of its twelfth self-named instrumental track Soulfly XII.

Totem is in essence another fiery sprint of razor-wired metal dashing across the danger fields. Foaming at the mouth with rage, Max roars forever youthful. Intense, ceaseless drums chase along a dense wall of thrashing guitars that pound out beastly riffs. Its a riot of energized aggression. A veteran pulling out the old stunts with renewed vigor and an infectious spirit. Little is new, novel or even surprising but the execution is hounding, throbbing with attitude. A lot of fun when in the mood.

Like with Pyschosis, its the production that raises the bar. These riffs and atypical arrangements could be rather stale in a different environment but the dense, smothering tone simply engulfs all in its path. Max churns through the motions with Death and Thrash riffs leaning on chunky stomps of palm muting and chugging, occasionally drifting into a bouncy groove, although these are always short lived.

Rot In Pain and Ancestors have flashes in the pan textures, hailing Sepultura's Roots record. They are among a string of competent songs firing with firm intentions. Then Soulfly XII offers up its dreamy acoustic flavors and the tone is reset for Spirit Animal. Its the albums best song, soaring in with tribal entanglements and going out on a high as it unravels into a weary mess. Not Max's best output but consistent and fun to spin.

Rating: 7/10

Exhorder "Slaughter In The Vatican" (1990)

Reminded of thee band who helped shape Pantera's sound, it was time to revisit an old record I only knew of briefly upon learning about their influence on fellow southern metallers. Released later in the year than Cowboy's From Hell, the claim to originality, in terms of a Groove Metal style and the Phil Anselmo singing vernacular, lies within Exhorder's late 80s demos. At that time, the Abbott brothers were living out Kiss inspired fantasies in the local scene, with self produced Glam Metal records.

Slaughter In The Vatican is not the killer blow to Pantera's genius. Having studied its form, this is clearly an "of the time" hybrid of Death and Thrash Metal, pulling a few cunning ideas along for the ride. Its hard aesthetic, a dulled battering of low end guitar tone and clicky percussion is a pale aggression tiring from a lack of aesthetic vibrancy to spice its metallic rhythmic chops. On first gasp, quite the beast, lunging in hard with guitar grinds and drums bordering on blast beats, but the brutality lacks endurance. Its tone quickly narrows as the keen distinctions in groove are lost among an endless stream of atypical extremities lacking catchy hooks and memorable songs.

Its best song could just be Desecrator. Weathering the storm with its better riffs, it concludes with a dazzlingly lean and dark, swiftly osculating riff I'm sure Pantera have lifted somewhere in their later discography. Moments of distinction like this are far and few between. Not to dwell on comparisons but the point would be this, Slaughter In The Vatican is a rather typical record for the broader extreme music scene. Although a fun spin, on all fronts it lacks a spark to become spectacular despite its competence.

Rating: 6/10

Tiamat "Clouds" (1992)

 

My metallic ventures of late have leaned towards nostalgia. This path however, id not previously indulged with. Uncovering this European scene of melodic Gothic Doom and gloom, unearthed parallels capture much of my attention as the tapestry of influence enriches. Yet to devise the matured atmospheres of Wildhoney, Clouds builds on the heals of Thrash Metal. Its weaker songs burdened by the tempo and intensity of the 80s scene, a hangover needing a cure. The dusky keys and tuneful melancholy struggles with reflexive sways into choppy aggro and sluggish groove.

Magic emerges when its macabre themes blossom. Funeral synths and grievous melodies paint its Gothic graveyard blues vividly. The record finds stride with songs like The Sleeping Beauty as its distortion guitars lean into the lurching terror Doom Metal. In other chapters the spell is broken by pivoting guitar solos. They wail dazzling flushes of theatric on the gallop of thrashing riffs and doubled drumming tempos.

To my ears, Clouds suffers its influences. Aching from within beautiful, inspired song writing emerging stiffly in its calm and dark temperaments. Stitched together through tropes not quite suited this vision, my ears can't help but linger on the disparities. One of which is Edlund's wretched poetic "cleanish vocal" readings and lightweight guttural growls, the latter of which surprisingly suited the dreary cumbersome tone.

In brief glimpses, its keys yawn similar to a favorite of mine, Always... I especially loved the arrangements utilizing cheap and effect Casio keyboard tones for its Gothic cast. I wouldn't consider Clouds great but It seems fitting that adoration can be bestowed if discovered in the right time. For me, that probably would of been in my youth when reveling over Cradle Of Filth's starkly Gothic take on Extreme Metal.

Rating: 6/10

Corpsegrinder "Corpsegrinder" (2022)

 

Although not their original, long time vocalist of Cannibal Corpse, Corpsegrinder, has stepped out on his own with this solo effort. Presenting his stage persona with a classic gory gruesome Death Metal album art, he boldly sets an expectation met on this self titled debut as a solo artist. Fans of Cannibal Corpse will adore, as Corpsegrinder brings his dense gutturals forth again, remaining as ripping and ferocious as ever. Its a typically blunt force barrage, a one dimensional performance that has his growl consistently groaning at the same resonance with next to nothing to offer in the shape of experimentation or variety. These lyrics too stick to his typical template, a slew of murderous fantasies depicting all sorts of horrendous nefarious activities and violence. The wording lacks anything not heard before, his plain faced descriptions hinge on ridiculous concepts of mental derangement and necrotic desire.

As a fan of his style, its tolerable on this thirty minute stint. Its his band mates that make the record charm. You might expect a meat and potatoes Death Metal experience, diving into the hardest hitting sound however the group frequently steer things more towards the subtleties of groove and bombast. Guitar riffs lead and drums reinforce, not always hinging on a blast beat. The chemistry is ripe as these mid tempo rock out tracks throttle through a keen arsenal of riffs. They gallop with bounce and energy between the grinds of snarly aggression. A similar experience to Bolt Thrower, using momentum and compounding groove as its heaviness, the kind of Death Metal I'm more responsive to these days. The song writing quality is pretty consistent too, you'll probably pick out a handful of favorites after a couple of spins. The massing force of Corpsegrinder screaming "There's no running from the punishment coming" and the slamming guitar riffs a favorite moment of mine.

Rating: 6/10

Arsis "A Diamond For Disease" (2005)

 

Here we have a phenomenal three track record, a thirteen minute title track epic accompanied by two other shorter and decent songs. I'm also shocked to learn this EP followed their debut release the year prior. Rather impressive for a band in there infancy, this song is a marvel that holds up well a decade and a half later. Notably the production also stands strong, it bold snappy aesthetic holding together a cacophony of dexterous drumming, littered with technical fills, choppy pedal rhythms and blast beats. Alongside, the guitars have brimming tones of dense aggression constantly in tandem with roaring lead guitars injecting their slew of blazing rapturous melodies.

Taking a page out of the Carcass playbook, Arsis bring forth a ferocious yet classic Melodic Death Metal sound, infused with a Technical edge led by the snarling serpent screams of James Malone who does not shy away from the inspirations of Jeff Walker. The song writing and execution is pure class, overshadowing any murmurs of imitation as Arsis step into the genre boldly with an arsenal of ideas and refreshing passion.

A Diamond For Disease is a wild ride of high octane action! Its title track assaulting on many fronts as it navigates several passages of busy instrumentation creating moments of uplift and madness as its endless fire of lead guitar licks bounces from bright melody to dizzying swirls of diminished notation. Behind it chug away fast paced stomps of grooves and complimenting power chords. The breakout of luminous classic Heavy Metal riffs reminiscent of Ozzy Osbourne's The Ultimate Sin era, a keen moment I adored. Its a moment of refreshment between some seriously layered chops of brutality. It can be a task to keep up with how much is going on instrumentally.

This is of course a good thing. The musicianship is marvelous both for technicality and inspiration. The following song lets up on the density, going for more groove and melody at an easier pace to follow. The third follows on getting a little harder on the drums. Both are decent tracks but that thirteen minute epic is one to remember!

Rating: 7/10

Hypocrisy "Hypocrisy" (1999)

 

I know little of any lore or significance behind the self titled naming of this sixth full length outing by the Swedish group. Perusing their catalog in my youth, this quickly caught my attention as one I should give more time too. Before long it was my absolute favorite and picking it up again all these years later, its got legs. Mostly, its the streak of bluesy emotion emanating from the voice of Peter Tägtgren that resonates the strongest. Alongside an arsenal of both galloping and broody atmospheric Metal, the record offers up a varied landscape of song styles that Hypocrisy have recycled since, all hinged around extra terrestrial paranoia and conspiratorial themes. Hearing it all again on Worship, I was keen to spin it again!

Opening track Fractured Millennium is an anthem of its own creation. The grand synths that open it up brew in anticipation of the epic riff that grace the highs and lunges into the low chords with great effect. Its a slower, atmospheric track peaked by a wonderful guitar solo reminiscent of Ride The Lightning. The rest of the record is scattered with a few more helpings of blazing guitar leads that always arrive just on time. Apocalyptic Hybrid pivots sharply into menacing Death Metal with a galloping pace tinged by melody as much of the record is. Although these tracks get tough and mean with hard hitting guitar grooves, its always a break or two away from a melodic theme, making its mark so much more enduring and memorable than brutal acts.

Later in the track listing Time Warp brings back that frenetic energy but otherwise the group lean into the atmospheric and find some unique magic as Peter opens his voice up to a burly, heathen, cleaner side. Elastic Inverted Visions and Paled Empty Spheres ushers in acoustics to take lead on sombre songs with darkly lyrics of struggle and tones of redemption seeking. Until The End and Disconnected Magnetic Corridors straddle the slow tempos with grandiose as the depressive, downtrodden tones struggle on in the rainy atmospheres that brood with no light in sight. The variety is magnificent and the track arrangement used to puzzle me. It always felt like you could chalk the songs into three distinct camps. Now I see that it offers a change in pace and respite from remaining in one lane continuously.

For the year of its production, the album reflects the Symphonic Black Metal sound, with Peter being a key influence on Enthrone Darkness Triumphant and Spiritual Black Dimensions. Probably speaks volumes to why I like it so much. The constant inclusion of synth lines behind the roaring of blazing mighty metal to much to resist! All these years later its magic has dulled a touch, more of a nostalgic affair than something to whip me off my feet but its still utterly terrific and full of fantastic peaking moments, usually those guitar solos which remind me of Kirk Hammett in some ways.

Rating: 9/10

Hypocrisy "Worship" (2021)

 

Of all the familiarity fatigue I've endured of late, I was actually itching for an unchanged dose of Hypocrisy's alien paranoia breed of mid-tempo Atmospheric Death Metal. Led by a key figure in the Scandinavian Metal scene, producer Peter Tägtgren resurrects his passion project after an eight year absence to show the formula is still fun. Thematically, the conspiratorial inspirations are oddly relevant again,  finding some adaptations to fraught social topics of our pandemic age. Where they are less relevant is in the Metal scene itself. Despite Peter's many accolades, Hypocrisy have always been an underdog in my eyes. Spotting a shirt or jacket patch at a Metal festival can be a perils task despite their relative consistency over decades.

Worship is business as usual. The dynamic melding of its thrashing, pummeling rhythm guitars and the soaring gleam shining from tangled melodic leads tinged in astral inflections are the riveting experience I adored this band for. The pallet sways between its heavier riff led intensities and thematic melodic gloss that embellishes its perpetual sense of other worldly matters. Over top roars Peter with his earthly guttural shouts. They are dense growls but the slower cadence lets the words decipher and emanate a brutal forcefulness to intact his conspiratorial words. The percussion reinforces everything with timely patterns and grooves, playing a subtle roll as blast beats and even double pedals are a little less infrequent than one might expect for Death Metal but of course Hypocrisy's angle has always been an emphasis on atmosphere and scenic imagination. The drum grooves emphasis that sense of scale.

These tracks don't have much in the way of variety between them. With straight forward song structures the album rolls on with not a lot of flash in the pan. The songs mostly rely on trixy dazzling guitar licks and stomping grooves with the occasional intensity change ups leaving the guitars out for a baseline to rumble. They recycle their identity for the most part with We're The Walking Dead feeling like a rehash of many previous takes of slow brooding mood and atmosphere. In fact much of the record dives into compositions that feels very akin to previous songs you could cherry pick from their extensive discography. They Will Arrive does spring a surprise with its gritty low chord chugging groove setting off an alarming horn of some sort. It was something different of which Worship doesn't have much, however I turned up to hear Hypocrisy do what they do best. All of these songs are class without a weak link.

 

On the lyrical front its conspiratorial topicality and confrontation with our modern ills of disinformation and institutional distrust seems like a headache avoided. There is on claim of injecting two million people with HIV but otherwise its mostly the classic tinfoil hat tales of Illuminati and shadowy cabals of conspiring between alien demigods and corrupt elites. Essentially the traditional themes are tainted by modern polarization. However the third track Chemical Whore strikes right on the nerve of the still ongoing epidemic of dangerous pharmaceutical drugs peddled for profits by a increasingly dubious medical industry. To my ears its all a fair game of perspective and expression with nothing nefarious within. Worship is a solid delivery on exactly what I was in the mood for. A great band to check out if your a Metalhead who's not crossed them before. Their self titled album is my favorite, one I'm tempted to write up on soon.

Rating: 7/10

Bæst "Necro Sapiens" (2021)

 

Released in March of this year, this attempted behemoth of Death Metal disgust, Necro Sapiens, managed to slip under my radar! In previous efforts I've described Bæst as the Danish Bloodbath for similarities musically but more notably for the dense guttural roars of Simon Olsen which mirror that of legend Mikael Åkerfeldt from Opeth.

At forty four minutes this third record has felt like a meaty affair on every occasion. Its search of grandeur ever-present as grueling themes play out with an unrelenting intensity. Reaching for the epic, its march of brutality is a grinding one. The music gasps for breaths of air while strangulated by the demonic roars of Olsen who drowns out any melodic refrains to lighten the tone. That intensity seemingly holding it back.

As so often a Death Metal record does, an arsenal of riffs is lined up for assault. Necro Sapiens deploys all forms, from evil melodic inflections to slamming pummels of chugging palm mutes with all in between. The bad news is the lack of originality or freshness. At this point in a stagnant genre, the ideas have all been heard before and the arrangements in search of greatness seemed to fall ill of its own medicine.

I can hear the vision, a careful composition of riffs exchanging brutality and dramatic themes with its unruly lyrics peering into wretched biblical filth of angels and demons and the scourge of humanity. Its all to be expected however it just doesn't click! I'm left with nowhere to point for an excuse, the performance and execution is excellent, the record sounds wonderfully rich and powerful yet with every listen these songs fail to muster that adrenaline charged excitement. I'm left wondering is it me or the music?

Rating: 5/10

Foreign Objects "The Undiscovered Numbers & Colors" (1995)

 

Excited to dive into an extra helping of recently revived magics enjoyed years back, this five track EP was sadly not at the level of the lively Universal Culture Shock released nine years later. In that time between the duo had formed and toured with CKY, undoubtedly becoming better musicians in the process. Whats remarkable is how keen the music by these two young high school teenagers actually is.

The Undiscovered Numbers & Colors is again a Progressive Death Metal project, inspired by the evolving scene of the decade and smothered with melody. They have forged quite the upbeat, vibrant sound, jostling with technical feats and discordant creativity, the music flows through a web of intricacies weighted by the rough throaty shouts of Deron Miller and Jess Margera's dexterous percussive might.

The core of the music resides in the guitars and drums. Its fun, lively, chained by aggression and lifted by its color. Along for the ride an ambiguous synth section aligns the music with a thin string backing, odd noises and the occasional drones of noise that sounds like audio feedback. Strangely I like its presence in this form, slightly alien and unsightly. Delve opens up another strand with a gorgeous keyboard intro on a bright luscious piano. Its darkly majesty quite the shift in tone but its enjoyable.

Ultimately I'm left with a familiar feeling that comes from exploring old records I missed out on at the time. It will be cliche but I would of bonded with this one much more in my youth. As I final remark I'd say for a supposed demo the production quality is impressive. The instruments are punchy, vibrant and distinct, something other extreme bands where just figuring out around this era in time. Impressive.

Rating: 5/10

Bolt Thrower "The IVth Crusade" (1992)

I may have said I was done with this journey for now but one curious listen alone had me thinking this was hands down the best Bolt Thrower had to offer. If War Master, their previous effort, was a pivotal moment of evolution for the bands sound, then this is the mastery of that transformation. Dispensing off with the Grindcore hangovers of frantic guitar noise and plunges into manic blast beats, the band shed the scars of their youthful music and lean full tilt into their championed formula of dense low end grooves that croon against frequent rises of catchy leads. Pairing power and might with satisfying swigs of mean melody, the endless sways are endlessly enjoyable.

 

Despite being fully accustomed to this mid-tempo Death-Doom temperament, these songs seemed to hit the hardest of all and with a little more pace than usual. With a crushing resilience, the production brings about a dense, feisty tone that carries the relentless percussive pummeling so well. Track after track hammers away with intense, pounding drums rattling off a heavy framework for the thick, meaty distortion guitars to grind out an arsenal of riffs that carry well. These songs are simpler, to the point and with a refined execution the head banging is ceaseless!

Many of the common tricks are turned here, the timely breaking of intense drum patterns to half times on the ride or hi-hat symbol are in frequent circulation. The guitars offer up balance with the constant swaying on the ranges of the fretboard. Above it all Willets gives another mighty performance with his steady barking of guttural growls as mean and gritty as ever. Despite being a familiar experience, the excitement sustains as the sharpest ideas are delivered stunningly. Within the Death Metal context, the angle of war and the suffering it causes delivers a tempered beast of crushing might and majesty that's somehow unlike anything adjacent to them.

Embers stands out for sharing the same recurring riff as Powder Burns and Cenotaph but taking the biscuit is closer track Through The Ages where the band offered up a little novelty to their sound. Light choral synths back one of their broodiest riffs in the closing phase after a spoken word narrative listing of a long history of wars throughout human history. It ties itself to the thematic concept of the record seen in title, album art and lyrics. Just by stepping aside with an alternate idea they create a truly memorable song as the dates listed reinforce the magnitude of human created suffering by war, only then to be shadowed by this swell of musical might. Its powerful.

 At some point I will probably get around to the missing Bolt Thrower records I am yet to unearth. My entire time with the music I was trying to figure out where they fit into Death Metal's legacy. Thinking of other pivotal records in 92 like Clandestine and, Tomb Of The Mutilated this was certainly not at the forefront of the musics evolution but right at its peak they came through with a matured sound that didn't hinge on gimmicks as subsequently can be appreciated well through a historical lens. If I've not made it clear, this is thee Bolt Thrower album to check out! A brilliant moment in time.

Rating: 8/10

Bolt Thrower "War Master" (1991)

This is it! The pivot I was listening out for, a moment of change but one that surprisingly comes as a full on swing. With a touch of Doom Metal restraint, the band find the steady footing for their brutality to march hard at mid tempo, with powerful grooves thrusting its momentum forth with the energy I enjoy. Bolt Thrower still strike me as a band in identity crisis. Yet to land on the appropriate theme of war, their Warhammer inspired image and tacky name seemed at odds with the early Death Metal sound. These are all details that don't really matter if the music is good.

In War Master lies a big step forward in fidelity and song writing. The rhythm guitar finally finds its tempered aggression that defines later records. This aforementioned pivot is massive but not without the blemishes of their previous efforts. It actually adds a little flair as wild plunges into loose blast beats and the hangover of Grindcore guitar noise give it brief tangents to break the tone. Otherwise all the pieces are in place. Big and powerful power chord arrangements routinely switch into tremolo picking as lively drum patterns pick up pace, delivering that heavy sway of grooving aggression.

Best of all, Karl Willets's voice opens way up. This could have been aided by the decent fidelity of this record. His breathy, throaty guttural growls are very audible for this seasoned listener. I found myself catching many of his doom and gloom lyrics, expressing disgust and commanding punishment and persecution for the human race. Its all light heart stuff! He rides the music like that extra layer of noise but the amount of texture and grit is endearing. Its not often a vocal performance catches my ear.

All being said, my excitement is steered heavily by finding this "linking" moment where the band stumbled into their own brilliance. That being said, it sounds like a total switch up to my ears with only the occasional blast beats and eruptions of lead guitar noise having much of a link to what they did on Realm Of Chaos. I'd be curious to learn what the band themselves thought of this evolution. With only two other records to digest, I think I'll put this one on ice again for now.

Rating: 6/10

Bolt Thrower "Realm Of Chaos" (1989)

Sometimes, it can be quite difficult to write about records your simply not sold on. Here my curiosity lies in the bands evolution to the tempered beast of burly grooves and steady brutality they will become on Mercenary. Realm Of Chaos is a distinct move forward from In Battle There Is Now Law, shedding some Grindcore elements and developing a leaner Death Metal sound, for the time. It still shares some tropes, like the collapsing into blast beats and discernible guitar noise. Though for the most part the blasts come structured with percussive drives rattling away, adding tempo to the otherwise mid tempo guitar work.

 

Beneath it the rhythm guitars charge, shredding power chords, playing up "evil" melodies of the era and on occasion erupting with the wild, chaotic lead guitar licks that come across with an aided clarity. To me though, its mostly stale and dull. The fidelity is drab, the distortion tone wades in a muddy fuzz. Only the vocals get a clear line of focus above the instrumentation. As it works its way through the arsenal on riffs little excites. These techniques and ideas live the shadows of the genres development. A few riffs hold some merit and in brief fractions of slow, drawn out power chords you may hear a little of whats to come. At this point though, they are yet to find themselves, just another name in the scene. 

Favorite Track : Lost Souls Domain
Rating: 4/10

Bolt Thrower "In Battle There Is No Law" (1988)

I was looking for some contrast in Bolt Thrower's sound and I've certainly found here on In Battle There Is No Law. It is the groups debut record, a primitive affair of early Death Metal muscle and Grindcore grit. Yet to find its coming Military theming, it does have the rare moment of tempered groove resembling the likes of Mercenary and beyond. This is no half step away though, they are an entirely different band at this point. Given the name, I expected to find Power Metal at their roots but alas we have something more akin to Napalm Death at that era in time.

Its a muddy, messy assault of extremity borrowing ideas from Thrash in lead guitar solos and Punk in the rhythm section but mostly its steeped in an the early Death Metal sound. The production is dire as many records of this age were. Record producers had yet to figure out how to handle those riotous blast beats and so the drumming blurs technical fretboard thrashings into a discernible mess. The spirit gets through tho, the music often rigidly shifting in tone between its melodies, guitar thrashings and "plunges" of Grindcore battering that feels like the least exciting aspect as its pivots lack a sense of progression. The songwriting just feels without direction, sections stitched together and barked over by the monstrous growl of Karl Willets.

Its a typically hard to enjoy album for me, Its dated ideas bloom in the ugly, drab aesthetic and the whole thing lacks a charm or spirit you might occasionally find here. Even in company of other extreme records from this era its ideas just sound stale. To give them some credit they did record with John Peel beforehand, often a sign of greatness but on this one I don't hear the appeal and the evolution to come isn't obvious either. If I had started with this record, the journey would of ended here too.

 

Rating: 4/10

Bolt Thrower "Those Once Loyal" (2005)

 

Last years musical discoveries list included that of English outfit Bolt Thrower, a band held in high regard among the Metal community. It was perhaps the lack of distinction between the two records I checked out that dissuaded me from perusing more. From first listen to present, Those Once Loyal makes itself known with the same imposing stature of strong armed Death Metal leaning on groove and mid-tempo thrashings more so than aesthetic extremity. Its a brutal, tough affair that comes through with plenty of hard melody between its axe grinding. Pretty much everything heard before.

This is no criticism, as their eighth and final album the group have mastered their own sound, delivering with nine tightly performed power rides of channeled aggression and chunky, crunchy grooves. Having now understood their formula it was immediately digestible as their rhythm guitar riffs lead with competence. The fall of hammering drums and the flat guttural shouts of Karl Willets slip neatly into place around them. Each track comes with a similar pacing, rotating riffs in straight forward song structures that hold together a fun and punishing intensity that rolls on wards.

Bar a couple keen melodies and particular riffs, its forty minutes barely detour from the format, leaving little in the way of surprise or difference from my memory of the other records. Its fun, enjoyable, perfect for its own appetite but not a head turner. What they do is excellent but doesn't quite stir my highest regards and therefor after a couple of spins feels a little redundant in the ways of finding something new. I think I will check out their debut next in the hopes of hearing some progression in Bolt Throwers historical sound. Great record but very much more of the same.

Rating: 6/10

Blood Incantation "Hidden History Of The Human Race" (2019)

 
Catching wind of high praise thrown its way, Hidden History Of The Human Race is a well articulated Death Metal record for fans new and old, a bridge between styles within a sub-genre normally tired to the bone after thirty years of evolution that has stagnated in recent memory. Denver based Blood Incantation hit a fantastical stride on this sophomore album, boasting four dynamic, progressive songs, one of which is a lengthy eighteen minute epic that in all reality feels like two songs bolted together through effect soaked acoustic interludes that play up its alien, cosmic theming, both present in the music, song names and on the otherworldly album artwork.

Its Opens up with an aggressive plunge of snarling fretwork deploying pinch squeals, a battering of blast beats and the oldskool roar of Paul Riedl. The groove and bombast lasts but a minute before the atmospheric dimension opens up. Howling guitar leads, frantic drumming and alien melodies drill in its angle before chopping through a riff fest interspersed fiery bursts of guitar lead and crushing growls that permeate the music through its dense reverberations. At times it borders Doom Metal with slow, drawn out groans that brood with intensity in a menacing manor.

This shade of brutality has it all, flickers of Nile, Morbid Angel and Thrash infused era Death show their influences on the guitar work. Whats best is how these songs open up into atmospheric lunges of crawling pace, the percussion breaks down and livens up again in bursts of energy. The albums third song explores these dynamics further with a guitar tone led song, playing into Post-Metal territory as its acoustic guitars get awash in a haze of textural distortion. We even get treated to a flickering of psychedelic old school synths emerging from a foggy synth interlude on the eighteen minute juggernaut. A brief moment but one that signifies all elements have purpose.

The spur of excitement this band conjure is not a short one, every listen has been lively and fruitful. These songs hold up as its alien, cosmic inspired atmosphere holds a lasting curiosity, conjuring mysterious imaginations of what could be out there. It has been a common theme in recent years for bands to play the nostalgia card, yet pulling off truly inspired music. This is another one to add to the pile, Blood Incantation clearly derive ideas, tones and techniques from the greats that walked before them but in this instance they have pulled it altogether with a touch of class felt best in its frequent lunges into shivering atmospheres of alien unease. With great vision and a wonderful execution, the album is one for any fan of the brutal genre.

Rating: 8/10