Pallbearer "Mind Burns Alive" (2024)

 

Dreary, tender and burdensome, grisly groans of weighty emotion toy with sullen, melancholic strides of vulnerable melody. They flicker like flashes of sunlight through autumnal leaves, clinging for life on old trees. Pallbearer's rural guitar distortions and laggard, lunging rhythmic groves paint an effigy stripped of all but natures pains. Front man Campbell drifts an honest voice into sombre innocences. Bare, naked and hurt, they humble, swelling into cathartic shouts and memorable tunes to land his words.

Mind Burns Alive's music sways intensities gently, brewing gusto with subtly, gradual aches blossom as a roaring beautiful gravitas emerges in conclusion. Its earthly tone persists, almost Heathen in nature. Song after song displays wounds to be wound up into heavy-hearted reflections that escape true relief. Depression lingers, hung in a curious balance, gloomy yet a dim flicker of hope survives, only to be snuffed out.

The sunny shimmer of its naturalistic opening acoustic guitars swiftly retreat into a glum foray led by saddening lyrics. It sets one up for a riveting ride through bi-polar extremes, yet past the opening pair, balance starts drifting in mercy to a darker persuasion. As the album blooms early on, its lengthy ending circles on itself, persisting further into its oppressive sorrows. This sadly soured an otherwise deep piece of music that defines itself clearly, to take one along on a spellbinding journey.

Rating: 7/10

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

Type O Negative "Life Is Killing Me" (2003)

 

Consistency is a thickly thing among bands amassing the years and albums. Maturing into their second decade, I anticipated a dip. With a sound no longer reflecting scenes of the time, Life Is Killing Me firmly solidifies the genius of this group. Stripping out the crass comical skits and experimental noise design interludes, Type O Negative ram another compact disc full with seventy plus minutes of moody Gothic tinged delight.

Their eclecticism runs amuck, new territory conquered and past roots resurrected. The pumping Hardcore Punk energy of Slow, Deep and Hard returns, accompanied by classic horror cheese synths. Fresh worldly instrumentation inflects accents in breezy unison with their motif. Somehow the experience comes intermingled with wretched bursts of sludgy Doom Metal riffage, Life Is Killing Me seems to offer it all again.

No thematic arc seems prevalent, simply a string of fantastic songs. Easily jumping among its more diverse territories, dense atmospheres and ripe attitudes always accompany. Steele seems evidentially distressed. Troubled by medical and identity issues, a handful of lyrics catch the ear as "overpaid meat magicians" are taken aim at professionals I can only assume gave him news he didn't want to hear. That and "I know I'm strange, I ain't no queer" turns up unfavorable attitudes lost to time.

Its a humble reminder of the human fragility behind the mesmerizing power of music, a touch unsavory in places yet his singing is quite the opposite. Leaning further into harmony and tenderness, the vulnerable side of a burly voice expresses captivating melodies with a keen pop sensibility among the 90s Alternative Metal vibes and doomed gothic romance he conjures. A bleeding heart performance, with sore pains and bleak suffering upfront yet not falling folly to shoutings barbaric aggression.

Thus its fifteen offer up fantastical conjurings which any fan will pluck some favorites. For me, IYDKMIGTHTKY a clear favorite. As Peter chants, "Gimme that", a snaky guitar grooves broods intensely in contrast to its shoegazing verses. The pivot into a hypnotic Synth whirl as he cries "If you don't kill me" an absolute delight. I could drone on but its rather simple, a quality record, lacking soaring peaks but absent of valleys along its path too. Just one record left to enjoy now. What a discovery!

Rating: 8/10

Type O Negative "World Coming Down" (1999)

 On initial exposure, a singular overt obvious influence and echoes of October Rust's Gothic glory hung overhead, looming like a curse. Type O Negative seemed to have hit a snag, one of stagnation. Having wholly won over my admiration, I persisted. With repetitions familiarity, their gloomy Gothic themes explored last outing grew on me. As did the Black Sabbath fervor reveled in by Hickey and Kenny, who's decent into the menacing grip of grueling Doom Metal lethargy, carves many unshakable riffs.

The buzzing, thin and fuzzed guitar aesthetic seems hard to justify on first contact. Riffs drift into the ether as Steele's manly darkened voice broods alongside bright punchy synths that channel 80s gothic cheese into stunning emotional splurges. Of course, this is actually their brilliance, great song writing in action. Swinging from gloomy theatrics with flashes of cold colors, dramatic lunges of rhythmic sway consume one. Powerful notes and bends play off one another, shuffling down the fret-board with measured persuasion on its groovy, sludgy march of Doom Metal prowess.

The thematic tone is rather dark as title and song names suggest. A looming gloom seems constrained to Steele's struggling lyrics and strife dwelled upon. The rest of the band come through with familiar strides in terms of theme, Steele directing a once Gothic allure to something grave. Despite this, the music still encroaches on the mid 90s melodic glory of past, among its diverse set of songs. Less experimental, more instep with their established persona, its Sabbath influences that shine brightest.

It sharper gravitas swings into gear when bluesy grooves bustle a rhythmic might. Pyretta Blaze kicks off with lengthy, sludgy low end riff to die for. Each time it comes back around is a pleasure. White Slavery, Who Will Save The Sane & World Coming Down all contrast Tomi Iommi riffs with ideas not plucked from this metallic world.

This underpinning comes to ahead on the closing and sublime Day Tripper Medley. Some how, this Gothic oddball group fused The Beatles and Black Sabbath together without a hint of irony. Sung with sincerity and heart, the odd fusion of sludgy groove and classic Pop Rock songs coalesces brilliantly under a haunting cawing of crows.

Technically cut short, its a special note to bow out on after a lengthy CD filling runtime. Its oddity tracks and interludes run intermittent with natural flow. They tie its rather grim lyrics to bodily constraints of mortality. As a whole, it plays wonderfully without filler yet some of its lengthier tracks do linger. Not quite as sharp as before but on World Coming Down Type O Negative still spark a bright, fascinating flame.

Rating: 8/10

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

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

Type O Negative "Slow, Deep and Hard" (1991)

 

Despite having a legendary status in their own right, this cult American band had eluded me until recently. I'd seen plenty of Type O Negative shirts at Metal shows over the years. I may have even passed up the opportunity to see them live a couple times before the vampyric Peter Steele's death in 2010. Having now familiarized and come to adorn some of their best material, it seemed certain a new journey was in wait.

 Starting with their debut, Slow, Deep and Hard breaks out with an unmistakable identity hinged around a willingness to meld new and distant musical ideas. Birthed through Gothic Horror and a crude sadistic humor, cheesy synth tones, gritty Industrial percussion and embrace of guitar dissonance somehow emerges authentic with underlying pains. A crude mix of Hardcore, Doom Metal and all things Gothic, Type O Negative straddle the estranged Avant-Guarde soundscape with oddities, yet land their lengthy songs with chant-along choruses, memorable melodies and rocking riffs.

Its a chemistry of their own making with cheerier punches fit for the 90s spirit. This light rarely departs a depraved side, gloomy and blood soaked as many of these songs lunge into slow and sluggish rhythm sections resting on dissonance and audio horror. Its quite the ride for an adventurous listener. Burly poetic recitals, gang shouts, pained screams and heavenly choral singing, variety is no stranger. Song structures straddle similar constructs as twisted avenues tend to return to the gratifying ideas.

This introduction is a powerful entry point, yet wanes with multiple listens as many of the first two tracks key ideas seem uncannily recycled over the remaining records span. Type O Negative display a unique character fit to bloom into a beast. With thoughtful appreciation, one can hear the previous decades influences. The likes of Swans, Bauhaus and Christian Death among others clearly shape an ever evolving Gothic mood. Industrial and Metal influences present too, this union of genres feels so odd and genuine too, the kind of chemistry that gets me excited. I can feel it already, this journey will be one of the greats!

Rating: 7/10

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

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

Tiamat "Wildhoney" (1994)

 

Upon reading comments and critiques on Almost A Dance lay proclamations of a broader movement in Metal at the time, one that promised more of that niche, early The Gathering sound. If Wildhoney is anything to go on, it seems these musicians were expanding on the slow brooding gloom of Doom Metal with a contrasting lushness through symphonic melancholy. With a tinge of Gothic mystique, it seems between the crevasse of Metal's many sub genres, lies another calling my name. Hailing from Sweden at a time when the Melodic Death Metal scene was blossoming, Tiamat developed their initially Doom and Death Metal sound in this renewed Gothic, Symphonic direction. Wildhoney being their commercial peak and my entry point.

Delivering on exactly what I was looking for, the opening tracks lunge forth with broody grooves in slow tempos haunted by darkly effeminate vocals. Drawn out power chords lay foundations for the keys to chime and adorn the mysterious chemistry that once spellbound me on Always... . Soundscape alike tangents gets the imagination turning with shadowy horrors early on. A curiosity in Johan Edlund's challenging vocals hint at something more. His sway between wretched doom gutturals and earthly heathen "cleans" show an artsy side to the music. It gets its moment later on after a string of big atmospheric songs, sailing deep emotions, a swelling mix of loss and beauty.

After the rocking sway and colorful gleam of Visionaire, the music descends from peak to valley as interlude Kaleidoscope puts the break on all momentum and sets a new tone for its final songs. What wordings come by feel more poetic, performative, so to say. Do You Dream Of Me? leans into European cultural sounds. Planets dwells on mystery, pivoting from loneliness to wonder in its progression. Then we have A Pocket Size Sun. Performed as a tender poem on the loss of innocence, its whole framing feels so profoundly different from all that came before. The exchanges with an effeminate being highlights charm well but again, feels like a complete departure.

With every spin this record has always felt like it had more to offer. A third of the record is its final four songs and although they are instrumentally wondrous, the obvious shift leaves one feeling like not enough was explored early on. Perhaps that is just a burden of slow, doomy music. Tiamat navigate something beautiful here, finding the sweet spot between its dark gloomy distortion guitars and all the lush keys gathering around. On the journey, there is much to marvel at. Its ending though, somewhat derailed. If this style of Metal is your cup of tea, as I have discovered its mine, then Wildhoney is a gem to be adored! This one can only grow on me, I'm sure!

Rating: 8/10

The Gathering "Almost A Dance" (1993)

 Released between two of my personal tens, the musky symphonic gloom of Always... and the warm, youthful ascension of Mandylion, you'd think I'd know Almost A Dance well right? Sadly, what turned me off back in the day, still revolts me now. Niels Duffhues voice has a piercing nasal shrill so off beat and indifferent from the music, it deafens its beauty. So to does his cadence and shaping of words feel totally out of step. He would be more suited to some played out Arena Rock, Glam Rock local act. Truly not to my taste or The Gathering at all, thank goodness they found Anneke!

The difference now is I've learned to listen past the elements of music that turn you off, and oh boy can that be a task. In no measure has Niels grown on me, tolerance is not the word, quite the opposite. He masks wonderful instrumentals that bridge the bands transition from dingy Doom Metal to the Symphonic driven Alternative Metal that dawned with the eternally stunning voice of Anneke van Giersbergen.

The chemistry bonded between distorted power chords and cheesy Casio Korg synths, perusing basslines and plucked acoustic chords, is here as found on both the other records. Its arrangements often abridges the two, brightening the gloomy temperament and finding emotive chord progressions. It moves to the light alongside a blossoming lead guitar that sails into the sun of glorious gleams of melancholy.

Mostly it holds that middle ground, showcasing the journey the band where on, steadily progressing their ideas, but so to do reworkings of techniques and tropes from Always... arise, as well as some arrangements that would be preformed again on Mandylion. If my words don't make it obvious, I'm astonished I didn't find my way in decades in. The sad reality is though, for all the instrumental wonder, Niels is a blight! That being said, Marike Groot lends her voice again on a few songs and in those moments a blessing is bestowed to know what could of been!

I'd love to hear Almost A Dance without Niels, however now more accustom with the album, I get a sense of a band in a rush. The production is a little loose and sloppy which can be forgiven but the difference in song quality has its dips with the nine minute Her Last Flight and the god awful Nobody Dares. The chemistry can simply drop off on some songs, losing that magical nightly ethereal melancholy. Given that Niels was recruited right around its recording and release, I'd guess some external pressures stained what could of been quite the rendition of one bands moment in time I simply adore.

Rating: 4/10

Ghost "Impera" (2022)

 

 

Ghost's evolution through the shades of nostalgic Metal has been remarkable to say the least. With humble beginnings emerging from the lurching fog of old-school Doom Metal, the band have navigated a musical history pinching inspirations from Heavy Metal, Scandinavian Pop and Psychedelic Rock. Led by the outfits brainchild Tobias Forge, this fifth full length Impera strides forth boldly off the back of Prequelle's Arena Rock encroachment. Fully embracing American Rock vibes of the 70s, they dazzle once again with a little touch of Glam Rock echoing in the passing winds.

On the first few spins it all felt so obvious. Kaisarion's intro baked by sun soaked guitar leads, an ascending falsetto yell and the epic build to crunching Hard Rock riffs felt like a page out of someone else's book. But who? Spillways's piercing piano chops and Tobias's vocal line again echo's some creative genius of the past. It goes on throughout the album. Queen, Led Zeppelin, Boston, Dio? These songs continuously evoke the emotive rumble of classic Rock anthems. Yet not once do Ghost plagiarize.

As more repetitions sunk in, I couldn't deny how fantastically written these songs are. Even the initially disappointing Hunter's Moon finds its place in the track listing. The album swoons through one vibe another another. Tobias's impeccable singing, both in pitch and persuasion is accompanied by a fine and expansive instruments. These arrangements have their key distinctions glistening in the forefront with a lush backdrop of soft synths, organs and glittering acoustic guitars. The whole affair is a slick and dynamic groove, adapting to a songs purpose. Instruments drop in and out to perfectly compliment one another when it is apt to do so.

The variety is stunning. Most song pivot of the Arena Rock vibe with detours into Power Ballads and the like. The one true Metal song that hails back to Opus Eponymous, Twenties, suffers its own stiffness. Led in by a dramatic break in tone, Dominion's grueling trumpet orchestration bluntly pivots out of the utterly anthemic Watcher In The Sky. The metallic lurching riff and ghoulish key tones set a stage for Tobais's creepy groans but the chorus is woeful and garish. All to kitsch for my taste.

Other than that blemish Impera is a mostly flawless embark further into the depths of musical history. Knowing this is their angle made me initially skeptical but pure class of songwriting is undeniable. Every song is flush with sing along hooks, stunning melodies and memorable lead guitars lines. Its got me excited for where they might venture next but as for now its another quality collection of song to enjoy for the coming months and years. Ghost have more than proven themselves as legends!

Rating: 8/10

Dimmu Borgir "For All Tid" (1995)

Released ten months on from Inn I Evighetens Morke, my Norwegian darlings Dimmu Borgir debut with a peculiar mix of ideas on their full length album. tIn my youth For All Tid charmed me with all its dingy oddities. Many years later, that magic is still present but more so does the amateurish performances and dire production fidelity. It once seemed less like an intentional mystique but now, more like a band with growing pains who managed to land a record deal as Symphonic Black Metal emerges alongside the explosion of attention the scene received over its controversies of the time.

That's not to dismiss the music, Its littered with symphonic magic between some glaring flaws. In my youth I never dissected its offering, just enjoying the odd glum atmosphere and flushes of esoteric melody loosely held together with spurts of aggression. Now I hear a more mixed bag of ideas. Less of a cohesive vision as Dimmu would execute masterfully with every following album from Stormblast and on.

Perhaps it is the opening Det Nye Riket that emphasizes some disparity. Its Korg keyboard driven intro akin to the now established Dungeon Synth. Mostly comprising of power chord and tremelo riffing with varying degrees of symphonic involvement, a couple songs stand apart for feeling off pace with the more common mood. Over Bleknede Blaaner Til Dommedag deploys awful clean vocals. Out of tune, stretched and folkish, me and my friends would always chuckle whenever it burst out. A minute or so later Silenoz howls a ghastly scream out of nowhere. Its loud presence in the mix makes it all seem so haphazard. Even at its worst the songs still have charm.

The two minute Stein is an oddity of snarling darkness countermanded by a fantasy flute melody. Its a glaring reminder that much of the extremity of the band seems more quirky than dark and evil. The following and exceptional Glittertind instrumental, housed by another garish scream erupting loudly out of nowhere, is an upbeat thrust of melody. Its warm mood and fond guitar melodies so opposing to the blast beats that drive it along. Again the band have such a peculiar vision of darkness. Perhaps all that has developed over the years in extreme music since has softened its edges.

The final four songs are class. Homing in on a gloomy chills and a rain drenched atmosphere, the composure of power chord riffs, acoustic strummed chords and eerie synths meet on the back of great songwriting as its structures feel directional and gratifying. I can't help but feel some Doom Metal vibes along the way, perhaps its synth tones reminiscent of The Gathering's classic Always...

This revisiting was heard through its original recording. In my youth I had the Nuclear Blast remaster, a service performed just two years later. Oh boy does that make a huge difference! Everything has more punch and grit, the volume disparities less prominent the harsh vocals have their energy inline with the renewed intensity of the guitars. Had I not thought to listen to the very original No Colors release, these thoughts may have been very different. These songs are invigorated by its remastering and it really serves as the better way to experience the songs. Low fidelity doesn't always work in your favor! For anyone else curious, listening to both is an adventure but I'll leave my heavily bias praise based on the legs the remaster gives it to go. Without it, I'd of knocked this "rating" down a peg or two.

Rating: 8/10

Howling Giant "The Space Between Worlds" (2019)

Following up on a dazzling four track instrumental EP Alteration, it became swiftly apparent the band are side stepping from their core sound. As part of a growing trend in Metal that is already tiring me, the excitement wore off quickly. Initially spurred on by Ghost, this revivalist sound heard here reminds me of other fond discoveries, Green Lung, Beastmaker and a touch of Baroness vocally. Rather than riding the cusp of whats extreme or current, these songs look back to decades past by to pull together solid fundamentals of songwriting and classic riffage yet for all its excellence, the spark doesn't light a fire for most of the nine tracks found here.

 Ghosts In The Well peaks my interest, stalling the albums starting momentum and general temperament. Its acoustic strum sing along a cold and cautious tone of subtle sombreness. Its a rooted, cultural vibe standing in contrast to the swaths of loose and rumbling groove overdriven riffs that roar through every track. Its brief but welcome as the records aesthetic gets stretched on repeated listens. The soft chime of organs beneath every riff dulls the power of rhythmic guitar ideas, cushioning them into a common corner where one song to the next gets a little bland.

Cybermancer And The Doomsday Express may spice things up with hurried tempos and saw-wave synths but it feels like another idea entirely strung into the mix as its lyrics stand in direct contrast to the rest of the record. They in contrast, continually conjures images of mystic implied rural life from decades gone by and re-imagined, a romanticism of woods, wizards and witches. The vocals do deliver the theme so well, soaring with clarity and conjuring a creativity to resonate of the instrumentals below. Its a keen performance at the front to sell this nostalgic metal ride.

The groove riff that concludes Everlight, its fantastic guitar solos and the creaking Post-Rock build up makes for one wonderful song where the stars align but for much of the record that doesn't happen for me. I don't want to knock the record, My own exposure to this movement has this one feeling a little underwhelming despite clearly being a well written and performed album. To any Metalhead who yet to catch this sound though, it would be a great introduction worthy of checking out.

Rating: 6/10

Howling Giant "Alteration" (2021)

This four track EP has been somewhat of an obsession lately. Alteration is a sprawling instrumental epic of guitar led melodic grooviness! Its twenty minute duration graces us on a journey of progressive creativity, warm and welcoming as its mammoth guitar sound explores the rumbling depths of Sludge, Stoner and Groove Metal. Passing by psychedelic realms with a touch of Post-Rock scale, its elastication propels us from the crawls of swaying low end power up to the heavens of expansive lead guitar that swells with spacey melodies and colorful gleams of light.

Its twenty minutes breezes by with each of the songs working a deceptive linear direction as its recurring sections get re-imagined on revisiting. Its quite the feast as deep meaty bass lines, subtle chiming synths and dexterous drumming work around the guitars focal energy, livening up the stage and fleshing out this organic musical force. Its solo illuminate like a voice as its notations gush forth with a cadence reminiscent of lyrics being sung. Its not always in this vein but with surges it feels so.

Enemy Of My Anemone, to me, sounds like the telling track. Its opening lead riff and clever weaving of tune and rhythm feel strongly influenced by CKY... possibly? I am speculating and this is why I wrote about Foreign Objects two days back, spinning this one kept me thinking of Miler & Ginsburg's guitar styling. A Howling Giant is no imitation though, their identity feels rather distinct with its organic, warm and sun soaked temperament. Its a very welcoming style of Metal.

One odd criticism I've taken away is the lack of vocals. Often I am fine with instrumental music but something about these arrangements felt as if there was room for another, human, voice to chime in on the gorgeous weaving of colorful melody and swaying groove these numbers sail through. Other than that its a fine little record that sounds wonderful! Especially that deep bass rumble that comes to life when the rhythm riffs transcend up the fret board into lead licks. Its aesthetic is just right.

Rating: 6/10

Kauan "Ice Fleet" (2021)

 Underwhelmed by the soft and withdrawn, forever wandering Kaiho, the Estonian outfit Kauan return again. Having forever earned my interested with Somi Nai, I had to check this out. Its an album that, reflectively, has some charm attributed to the excitement of a fresh sound on these ears. I'm pleased to say Ice Fleet steers in a feistier direction again with its balance of cold, sombre beauty and lengthy swells of aggressive gusto finding an equilibrium to coheres us gently through the ebb and flow as a path is forged. Onward we trek, through the vast scenic wonder of deeply atmospheric, emotional and engrossing music to captivate. They have found their stride again here.

Part Post-Rock or Post-Metal, fostered by airy synths to brood a smooth and welcoming denseness, Kauan lunge into the epic with a touch of Doom Metal pacing with slow and crushing beats. They give momentum to scale on these linear journeys across the vast bewildering wilderness, or possibly oceans as its title and album art suggests a naval inspiration. Tremolo guitars cry out in reverb as the gravitas pulls in a single direction. Slow and simple melodies, often singular, break through the walls of sound as its direction converges on beautiful notations to bring gleams of light to its otherwise un-intuitively baron landscapes.

The record plays as one, growing into its more ambitious metallic beast early on with dramatic symphonic lulls between its eruptions of rugged guitar riffage that misses on Maanpako and does a devilish dance on Raivo when accompanied by howling, lurching screams as it dips into the Black Metal realm. The pull between dark and light is stunning and with its final numbers the music drifts to a calming, Etheral piece with airy, wordless vocals wandering in like a lost spirit. Its quite the contrast from the sailing frenzy in moments past but that is much of the magic of this record, how it holds opposing forces in a special place. The pacing is just right, everything broods and crawls to conclusion, holding us in its cold temporal majesty.

Rating: 8/10

Anna Von Hausswolff "Ceremony" (2013)

 

Stepping backwards in time, we arrive upon Swedish songwriter and Organist, Anna Von Hausswolff's sophomore record. As The Miraculous hinted, the engulfing esoteric gloom and might of her burdensome terror had yet to emerge. Ceremony feels rather undefined in its direction, closer to musical traditions stemming back to the 70s with songwriting, moods and templates that are yet to diverge from common and folksy sounds. Darkness is the flavor she brings but in this outing its just a shadow of the witchery yet to be discovered, more of a still and sombre grayness gently cast.

Interchanging her operatic voice with pipe organs and an array of string instruments, these calmed song temperaments gracefully cruise by. The second song Deathbed is the one track indicating her future direction. Its bludgeoning Doom Metal drone and grating guitar chords spell horror between her voice and colorful organs giving pause for light. The record then meanders into a string of bare and minimal musings, before traditional elements emerge towards the end, tethered to her subtle gloom.

I could get deeper into the particulars, her voice and instrumentation echoing strong feelings from many a musical style and artist heard before but that alone was the key take away. Rather than striding into new territory with something to shock and awe, at this stage Anna was still finding her feet, writing wonderful songs that have been enjoyable and even moving on its better tracks like Ocean. Ultimately though, its all a bit infantile in the shadow that her future self will cast.

Rating: 5/10

Arcturus "My Angel" (1991)

Finding myself on a Symphonic Black Metal binge of late, I turned my attention to Arcturus, an old favorite. Something then caught my eye, the release date! As far as the Norwegian scene is concerned, anything dated before late 1993 tends to carry a little mystique for the front runners who were involved before the explosion of popularity and exposure. This two song release is also considered to be the first inception of Symphonic Black Metal at a time where the 2nd wave sound was still forming its identity. I don't know how I never gave any attention before. Ive been aware of it since discovering this amazing band.

My Angel is one of those curious records that evokes thought over time and place, a band caught in a moment trying to find their footing with emerging musical ideas. It has soft remnants of Mortem, the Death Metal act these musicians were previously known as and with a strong shift away from that style the name change was certainly apt. The lasting aesthetic identities here are the iconic synth string tones, which feature heavily on their debut. That and a handful of compositions in Mortax give you an idea of where they will go. The drudging guttural grows and gloomy atmosphere will be left behind.

The record stands as a curious transition between music scenes and ideas. With the ideals of extremity and low fidelity yet to become hallmarks of the Black Metal genre, Arcturus pull on the slow pace of Doom Metal and simple power chord arrangements as their tools to sway towards evil and darkness. It takes on a haunting persona with the lead guitar on My Angel wailing like a lost spirit calling across fog swept moors.

The production is crass but capable. Sloppy and dissonant it carries a charm, one for the era you could consider a decent attempt at introducing these thick atmospheric key tones alongside the extremities producers where still figuring how to piece together. The second song, Morax, hit me as a three part song stitched together. While writing this blog I've learned they had a demo tape from the year before, further adding to the mystique. On that cassette Morax was split into three and alongside a synth intro, showed these guys had this sound together a little earlier than I initially thought! All in all a very enjoyable discovery for someone who thought I knew this all inside out!

Rating: 4/10

Earth "Hibernaculum" (2007)

 

Here lies a blast from the past, one of my first steps into the worlds of Drone and Doom. Earth are known as pioneers in the field and Hibernaculum comes in the second leg of the duo's carrier after reformation a few years prior. To me this four track EP was a hypnotic exercise in simplicity and repetition that pushed its gradual shifts in tone and texture as the progressive archetype. Its entrancing mood was one I'd enjoy on many long walks home in the dark, I couldn't however convince my friends of its magic but with it passing my mind again recently, I have revived its wonder to my playlist to share with all of you through this music blog.

With the aged ears acquired since, I hear the likes of Noir Jazz as a distant cousin to this breezy, soft and natural record. Steeped in a neutral tone it feels rather adaptable to either the city night or natural beauty in the light of day. Its first three songs deliver gorgeous metallic acoustic guitar melodies. Drawn out at a snails pace its repetitious ideas are underpinned by chilling piano notes and the bellowing dense blanket of bass. Slow and methodical its incremental growth blossoms so slowly its like watching a face age day by day yet in the calming spell of its manor, an intensity manifests with its lurching distortion and subtle organs chiming in on the craft.

Its final song, clocking in at over sixteen minutes takes the temporal to its conclusion. The soft percussion performance of Adrienne Davies is drawn to a crawl as the textures of her cymbal strikes cry out in the void between lingering notes from a darkly guitar. A Plague Of Angels plunges into the chill of night where its counterparts exerted a sense of natural beauty, this one slides into the shadows, devoid of light yet still having this calming persuasion. Being able to hold the listener in its grasps, the gradual rise of blunt over-driven chords takes us into dramatic spaces as it grows bolder. It could be excellence in action, or possibly the countless hours of bonding that made it so vivid to me.

I've written on Earth's more recent Primitive And Deadly, back when I first started this blog. Its a different beast, more metallic and doomly with charming vocals and all. That was one of my personal favorites from 2014. This fun revival of an old gem has made me realize how little of their discography I have uncovered, perhaps one to dive into now! Hibernaculum is a fine record, solemnly neutral with a slight chill in its backbone, the temporal pace and sluggish unraveling is a power of its own! One to always return to from time to time.

Rating: 8/10

Anna Von Hausswolff "The Miraculous" (2015)

 

Searching for gems to talk about on my youtube music channel, reciting my words on the spellbinding Dead Magic was a reminder to continue my exploration of Anna's music. I recall giving The Miraculous a passing listen but now with intent I hear the formation of what was to follow. Two of its longer cuts, the thematic Discovery and sludgy Come Wander With Me, delve into the darkness with sprawling esoteric journeys to be fully embellished on her next outing. Cutting between its lengthy passing, a variety of compositions has the record peering into lengthy crevasse of darkly ideas briefly explored in there powerful temperaments.

It makes for a wonderful experience that doesn't quite feel as a whole but in no way empty. Anna brings her torment and shadowy expression through illustrious instrumentation ever poised by subtly and texture, always brooding its tones and melodic inflections in steadily brewing atmospheres. She is often forthright and powerful with her singing, rising up to swell with the music where it is right but also sitting out the instrumental sections that deserve limelight too. In a couple cuts she lurches back to the shadows, compromised by the darkness of the albums most ambiguous musical passings. Her words always with a distress.

There is much to be adored here, however its final three songs highlight the lack of flow that is overcome by the engulfing nature of these dense songs. Evocation takes another plunge into the monstrous lunges of slow and sludgy Doom Metal bordering on temporal with its snailing pace. The following title track pivots to winding organ piece of dense and heavy airy textures, an experimentation in droning gloom that sticks out as the biggest difference. Anna's voice briefly arises in angelic form as if to pull the music into its apex yet it drifts back into its duller phase without climax.

It all ends with Stranger, a subtle sense of a wild west theme permeates its accent, illuminated by the spangled acoustic guitar chiming in at its peak. This pivoting is what stunts a greater sense of what the record is. Many wonderful concepts are realized while its songs switch from one to the next. I have very much enjoyed the experience but I feel as if there were three or four distinct sounds being jostled, making it feel like a collection of songs over an album. This sort of esoteric and ethereal music brings that preference for a unified vision out of me when listening. Still wonderful though.

Rating: 7/10