Behexen "Rituale Satanum" (2000)

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

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

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

Rating: 6/10

Labyrinthus Stellarum "Vortex Of The Worlds" (2024)

  

Thematically esoteric with astral overtones, this stunning album art strips away any doubts to its lovecraftian cosmic horror influences. Shrill tremolo guitar leads, howling blast beats and elongated screams shrouded in reverb undoubtedly carry all the hallmarks of Atmospheric Black Metal. Tales Of The Void sounds unshakably familiar in design, yet excels with fresh excitement as a Post-Metal delivery of grand, scaling, epic melodies and an exotic symphonic component align for a very memorable listen.

Decent song writing underpins the experience, stellar melodies and a prevailing tunefulness solidifies its catchy ear worming nature. A cacophony of pummeling drums and void descending screams act as sways of intensity and tempo, the ebb and flow, stuttering between tense scenic breaks and descending cosmic eruptions. Together, among dense guitar noise, they guide the musics key component, synths.

Woven deep into the mix, their aesthetic offerings range from unusual and specular, to common and atypical for darkly space themed music. Sparks fly when delving into a mix of bell, woodwind and metallic toned virtual instruments. Foreign for this genre, an unusual fit mostly used to drive home immense cosmic melodies. The aforementioned atypical synths play the subtle role of reinforcing its atmospheric underpinnings.

Another well-earned merit goes to the heathen clean vocals that rise up underneath those howling dirty screams. Its another avenue for one to gorge upon these dazzling melodies they concoct. Initially a ghastly beast of extreme Black Metal, this prevailing tuneful charm becomes the key take-away, a keen triumph for a band in this lane.

 Its only blemish? What seems like programmed drums occasionally amplifies an repetitive drone in its rapid strikes, possibly intentional but definitely sounding stiff in patches. Tales Of The Void is a Stellar record, possibly my favorite Metal record this year? Well worth a spin for fans of extreme music with a crafty focus on melody.

Rating: 8/10

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

Chaosbay "The Way To Hell" (2024)

 

Hopefully paving the path to a new record, German outfit Chaosbay have been dropping singles, now wrapped into this three track EP. Showcasing the next iteration of their high-octane Djent Metalcore fusion, a familiar epic of soaring sharp vocal crescendo over the shimmer of dense guitar chords reigns supreme between some plunges of aggression. Money, a collaboration with We Are Pigs, is thee fruitful affair here. Effeminate vocals unite for a catchy chorus hook that predictably swings for the fences with its preceding dirty breakdown. Its swift looping structure and screamed conclusion quickly becomes an ear worm. A shared approach for two of the three.

Fast and snappy, the straightforward strikes each aim for lands firmly. Interwoven electronics, attention to detail and wall of sound production lights up relatively simplistic songs. Only the title track has a progressive structure, brooding its dreary theme to a crunchy conclusion with dirty, slamming guitar stunts. It too clocks in an easily digestible three minutes, a notable attribute as the band seem to shoot straight with imminently enjoyable and appealing ideas fleshed out for easy appeal.

Rating: 3/10

Dream Widow "Dream Widow" (2022)

 
Birthed as a fictional band through the Foo Fighter's Studio 666 movie, mastermind Dave Grohl brings his youthful adorations to the limelight. An exuberant testament to the gods of Metal, Dream Widow plays as a love letter to Thrash and Heavy Metal. Churned out with a soft tongue in cheek attitude, this self awareness plays keen. Backed by a consistent onslaught of sharp grooving riffs, its evil thematic comes across fun and playful. Dressed up with moments of metallic extremities, the record initially feels edgier, clearly oldskool Black Metal on March Of The Insane before settling into its cruising altitude of mid-tempo Mastodon crooning Metal.

Dave is pretty fantastic at steering his unique musical voice to these comically darker directions. Half the record feels fully committed to sinister theatrics, yet the other melds his Alternative Rock roots in both singing and writing. This is no complaint, the middle ground is entertaining too but after the shock of its full throttle, screaming and stomping opener Encino wears off, its clear this intensity isn't its firm format. When stepping away from the atypical cheese over the top Metal provides, the music sways with delightful inflections of melody, exchanging verse and choruses that compliment through dynamic shifts from rhythm to lead and all expressions between the two. 

Dream Widow is a cracking record stretched between Dave's expectant self and a mischievous, metallic inner child. Ending with seventeen minutes of sludgy hell, Becoming and Lacrimus Dei Ebrius illuminate his genuine understanding of the craft, as cheesy themes give way to sinister mockeries of the light. Ultimately its forty two minutes are a solid listen. Thoroughly entertaining, yet showing these three or so approaches that could of individually been their own beasts.

Rating: 7/10

Arkhtinn "三度目の災害" (2023)

  

 Pulling no surprises, another intense installment of Symphonic Black Metal plunges into a familiar abyss. Using blast beats as its unrelenting propellant, rattling drums steer an unending wall of sound. Screams howl and distortion guitars roar. Choral keys gleam towards the night sky with an undying sense of rising epic. On occasion, glistening patterns of synths sparkle with astral wonder. The music sways, rarely taking its foot of the gas, predictably finding its way back to calamitous climaxes.

The second of its two twenty minute plus halves is more gratifying. The texture of its ferocity a dangerous concoction. Hopeful lead guitars tinge with shimmers of positive melody yet shrouded by a grim blackness. Its followed by glittery ascending, descending cosmic synths, an interesting arrangement stiring the pot on this frightening brew. After calms and void circling plummets pass by, the lead guitars return to unite the narrative, culminating in a last stand full of dying screams and relentless pounding that gives way to a bleak aftermath of pale distortions.

This track defines itself as the better of two but ultimately feels somewhat stale in the wake of all the other albums before it. Arkhtinn has mastered their own sound but now that mastery offers little new other than the comforts of returning to familiar footings.

Rating: 6/10

Ghosts Of Atlantis "3.6.2.4" (2021)

Following up on the competently executed yet mediocre Riddles Of The Sycophants, this debut record managed to grab more of my attention. Despite seeming a touch raw, its Melodic Death Metal leanings and keyboard driven symphonic elements play to its strengths. The latter coming as complimentary flare to primarily Metal songs that navigate the usual array of tropes with an overcast, stormy demeanor.

This metallic temperament allows for strings and orchestration, often muzzled by the guitars, to suggest a mystical swashbuckling theme. Songs feel frantic, at the mercy of howling winds, ocean waves and unending winds. Strip its symphony out and this could be an atypical Metal record for many stints. 2.6.2.4 frequently drops in with big riffs, stomping grooves, galloping chugs to steal the show from its watery theme.

Between it all, heathen clean vocals erupt with surges of epic intent that don't land with the gusto bands like Dimmu Borgir do. In the mid ground were aggression is subdued, a handful of symphonic melodies sway, mostly second fiddle to a rhythmic march, never a key focus. Its as if keys were written second to everything else.

As such, the songs rarely play with consistency but have moments that leap out. Halls Of Lemuria, The Curse Of Man, Poseidon's bow all leap out with roaring riffs not exactly inline with the usual template. In their infancy, this band had writing strengths that didn't fit their intended direction it seems. A curious listen, entertaining, energetic and fun, bustling with an energy lost in a better produced follow up.

Rating: 6/10

Dimmu Borgir "Inspiratio Profanus" (2023)

 

Far beyond the prime of their active years as a band, Dimmu Borgir blow the dust of old covers alongside new offerings. Its a release of minimal commitment, something to give fans in the meantime between Eonian and whatever comes next. Kicking off with Venom's classic Black Metal, an aging Shagrath offers mid ground between his own vocal extremities and the throaty shouts of that early 80s evil cheesiness.

Its such an obvious choice that's been done to death by many Black Metal bands over the years. Dimmu add little to the conversation. The vicious, blood soaked Satan My Master, from Death Cult Armageddon, still holds its cutthroat aggression and howling menace. The contrast highlights a chasm between past and present. With the rest of the album intermingling old a new, its a similar story with its two new covers.

Dead Men Don't Rape looses much of the originals stark and confronting nature. A harsh Industrial unsettling atmosphere descending through its unforgiving whispered lyrics, Dimmu's atmospheric cushion undoes that. An all to welcoming track within the Extreme Metal context. Its not all bad tho, between some cracking covers of old, Deep Purple's Perfect Strangers gets a fine treatment as the band twist its anthemic march with a darker stride that retains the power of the originals riffs and organs.

Rating: 3/10

Ghosts Of Atlantis "Riddles Of The Sycophants" (2023)

 

Even as I sit to write, the words don't come to me. Riddles Of The Sycophants is fantastically competent and yet distinctly generic. The evolution of Symphonic Black Metal, spurred on by late era Dimmu Borgir, has ventured into metallic and orchestral extremity. Weaving mightily angular and rhythmic guitars with stabbing gusts of nightly symphony, the genre's songwriting has escaped the chains of its foundations. No longer simplistic jabs of synth melody and rhythm guitars, the sound has taken on a vivid theatrical intensity, best realized on Shade Empire's classic Omega Arcane.

 Ghosts Of Atlantis failed to tell me why they are different. With the many spins, I've not felt a unique character emerge, or even defining moments in songs that grabbed my attention. Despite this, its lack of flair and originality hasn't hurt a single listen. Its been a welcome venture through turbulent terrain, traversed with elegance and a firm grasp on the dynamics of its varied instrumentation. They serve to aid its core vision, in doing so, lacks any individual magnetism. Its been quite the odd experience, a wonderfully executed record that fails to bring anything new to the table.

Rating: 5/10

3TEETH "EndEx" (2023)

 

Competently entertaining yet lacking a defining feature, 3TEETH returns, armed with a force of subdued aggression that gets wrapped up in its own mechanical dystopian aesthetics. Their fourth effort, EndEx, plays out a string of songs, ambling through intensities, wandering aimless along a disgruntled landscape of urban decay.

 Collaborating with Mick Gordon of Doom soundtrack notoriety, their combined chemistry yields little obvious beyond the siren likes synths that blare distress behind chunky guitar riffs. It feels like a missed opportunity to elevate the musical blueprint. Perhaps his influence goes beyond its credits as the whole record feels cohesive.

On first listen, EndEx felt like a flop, passing without grabbing my attention. Repetitious listens unveiled a lack of hooks and "bangers". This record has mood, aesthetics and atmosphere. It lacks songs, memorable moments and biting lyrics. Riffs are found within its arsenal, often disconnected from the music it emerges from.

Its most memorable moment goes to Ho99o9, the duos energy injecting much needed novelty to latch onto, their shout raps fitting the distress of the guitars. I'm left with little to say, a fun listen but lacks a command of ones attention to force its artistic intent.

Rating: 5/10

Bal-Sagoth "The Power Cosmic" (1999)

 

Scouring the web for more unturned stones within Symphonic Black Metal, I found my way to fellow Brits Bal-Sagoth. Although not akin to my favored Dimmu Borgir incarnation, The Power Cosmic has been a lively listen! It possibly representing the band in their best stride, with an aesthetic production scaling a welcoming clarity.

Far from the dark depths of Black Metal's reach, its extreme nature, felt through bombarding drums, bombastic orchestration and howling screams, would feel unfitting elsewhere. The musics core characteristics are Fantasy and Epic in nature, weaving big symphonic adventures akin to the likes of recent discovery Fairyland.

Bal-Sagoth's identity lacks a distinction beyond the merits of its various textures and intensities, sticking firmly inline with much of the Fantasy music I've heard before. Its array of synthesized instruments emulate triumphant trumpets and battle horns in aggressive strides. Harps and stringed sounds deliver the swashbuckling adventurous melodies. Behind it all, a soft, ever present glow of choral airy synths.

The rhythm section mostly acts as a sturdy foundation. Lead guitars erupt into the music frequently with squeals and creative arrangements to add an expression less rigid than its symphonic counterparts. Its all stitched together with touches of Progressive Rock influence as the band shake up their own blueprints on occasion.

Overall the experience rarely transcends a sense of expectancy dark fantasy styling offers. Great as an album to serve a mood but lacking stand out moments. Its mostly a pleasant dazzle of upbeat, gleaming instruments sounding off battle-cries. At forty minutes, The Power Cosmic is a lean and concise offering, shy of true glory.

Rating: 6/10

Periphery "Periphery V Djent Is Not A Genre" (2023)

  

 As a band past the peak of their creative edge, the use of this albums title to make a statement was a curious one. I have no idea where in this string of songs it was supposed to manifest. Only the Pop ballad Silhouette and ending Ethereal ambiences of Thanks Nobuo made a distinct departure from their atypical sound. This remark on Djent feels hollow, the music offers up little to counteract the notion as Periphery spin their prominent style again. After all, genre names are an attempt to objectify subjective experiences of difference across a spectrum of auditory distinctions. Djent may have initially been in reference to Meshuggah's extreme guitar tone, yet it has clearly become a catchall for a scene that has since blossomed around them.

So what does this fifth chapter offer? A healthy helping Periphery melting the steel again! With harsh rhythmic assaults, extreme guitar abuse and a duality personified by Spencer Sotelo scowling screams and ascending clean vocals, the band do what they do. This alone explains why I took so much time with this record. After weeks of repetitions, I couldn't unearth what was new and fresh. Many of these songs could slip into previous records. My favorite moment of intrigue was Wildfire's dissonant guitar solo, simple for being a clone of Fredrik Thordendal's rapid alien tapping style.

Its a rarity to hear done right but suffers its unoriginality within the bigger picture. In many intervals do the band detour from metallic thrashings into softer temperaments. With lavish helpings of sweet and subtle orchestral elements woven into their dense wall of sound, they offer up an aesthetic wonder but the songs seem to fall short on new and interesting directions. One could feel that waning on IV, with Blood Eagle being the lone rumble traversing new grounds. Here on V the lack of ascent felt real. Left unsure of favorite songs, despite enjoying the offerings with each spin, Its as if the band has run out of fresh ideas.

Rating: 6/10

Dimmu Borgir "Dust Of Cold Memories" (2022)

 

With a lyric plucked from Absolute Sole Right as its title, Dust Of Cold Memories accompanies the recent Remixed & Remastered celebration of Puritanical Euphoric Misanthopia. Comprised of two halves, The Kolbotn Tapes and Prepod Session, these aged, degraded demos offer a curious insight into the albums creative process. The five Preprod songs are most intriguing. Recorded before all elements had converged, they play with many missing pieces and placeholders around its core musical ideas.

One of the PEM's finest crafts, Blessings Upon The Throne Of Tyranny, stands apart in its nakedness, the arsenal of razor grinding riffs completely absent. Hearing it at this stage illuminates their creative process. We see etchings of inspiration converge not unlike how you might of expected. With such a riveting rhythm guitar performance, I would of strongly guessed it was central to its formation but apparently not so. The other tracks aren't as insightful. One can hear absent contributions and entirely dropped ones too but mostly these songs arrived at this stage relatively fleshed out.

Of the Koltbotn Tapes, Fear & Wonder stands rather distant from its final incarnation with a persistent militant snare and bare piano chords. The other five arrive in varying fidelity. Loud clicking drums, occasional shouts and voices are heard, along with roomy rehearsal room ambiences being a common trait. With the songs fully formed out this point, they simply play like demos prepared before entering the studio.

Rating: 4/10

She Must Burn "Umbra Mortis" (2022)

 

With sourness from Pain Remains still lingering, the timely arrival of She Must Burn's sophomore effort satisfies that yearning for this breed of darkly, fantastical orchestra punctuated Extreme Metal. New recruit Valis Volkova adds distinction, directing the play with a powerful operatic tinged effeminate voice. Her clean singing illuminating in regular intervals, grounding the bouts of aggression spewing forth from Djenty guitars.

Umbra Mortis' charm lays in its symphonies. When keyboards drop in with string, horn and bells, the music comes to life. Also mirroring adventurous lead guitar licks, its embellishment pays off. Without, the intensity feels unbalanced. When hung in the balance the music plays sweetly as bellowing roars, grunted shouts and pummeling percussion drives a furious place for darkly majesty to croon from the shadows.

Despite an excellent execution and fine production aesthetic, its peaks feel limited in comparison to where the genre has soared before, see Omega Arcane. Every spin has been a welcome companion however its adventures lack penetration beyond the expectant. These are rather typical plunges into familiar realms leaving me with little to comment on beyond its competent execution. I couldn't pick a favorite track, nor a weak one either.

Rating: 6/10

Dimmu Borgir "Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (Remixed & Remastered)" (2022)

 

You'd be hard pressed to get me excited about a remaster or anniversary release. My radar for its release was off, given the prior Puritania Kolbotn Tape was little to marvel at. It was only with a nudge from a friend that I leapt to check this project out. Not only a remaster of Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia, its "remixed" naming has given the band creative license to expand the aesthetic pallet with sparkly new embellishments, adding a little spice to a familiar flame. Initially, it sounded utterly brilliant, an invigorating listen but is simply the magic brewed between enjoying a masterpiece.

With the dusts of adrenaline settling, its clear my excitement resonated from the familiar genius music I adore. Its polished edges and sprinklings of additional new instrumentation never steers the song writing to new avenues. Perhaps with one single exception, Shagrath's vocal treatment makes him far more audible on Puritania. Something about it has an edge. Otherwise, much of the music remains intact with a few guitar leads seemingly given extra notation, unearthed or added its not quite clear.

So whats changed? The mix is expansive, more room to breath and enjoy its textures. The drums are crisp and punchier, the battering of Barker's blast beats compliments, rather than imposes the demanding pace. Rhythm guitars remain mostly as is. It sounds as if the other instruments have given it more space, sounding mostly the same, its leads have a little more gloss and flair tho. Where most the action happens is with the Symphonic component. Practically every synth has been given new life. Either better sound banks or recordings of stringed instruments they sound revitalized.

Across the record, one will hear a few additional sounds, some previously smothered and others clearly new. Synth tones, stringed instruments and soft horns arose but most notably an effeminate voice chiming with Shagrath on Architecture Of A Genocidal Nature. That and the creepy haunting chorals that lurch through a few brief instances. None of it amounts to much more than enjoying the passing novelty.

Ultimately, its a fun reason to enjoy an old album again but is it necessary? Compared to the original recording, the limitations of the times are clear. All changes here beyond remastering are a good fit, however the song writing is champion. If you'd spin the original I'd still enjoy it just as much. Obviously Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia a ten but on the merits of what this project brings, It's hard to argue too much is gained beyond the initial novelty. This is certainly not a folly that's for sure!

Rating: 6/10

Lorna Shore "Pain Remains" (2022)

 

With the huge springboard of viral success from last years To The Hellfire single, Lorna Shore have ample opportunity to stake claim in Metal's legacy with this new full length, Pain Remains. Leaning heavily into their breed of attention grabbing breakdowns, the lush orchestral thematic extremity on display gets smitten by sudden barrages of unmitigated brutality. Opening with a symphonic piece echoing Death Cult Armageddon vibes, its dark fantasy orchestration swiftly falls mercy to sporadic, murderous crashes of cold and cruel aesthetic abuse. Brazen pummels of lightning blast beats and unearthly demonic gutturals intrude, lunging its musicality into blunt, primitive howls. Carnal and crude in nature, its offering are slim past its inception.

And thus a truly interesting elevation of symphonic extremity gets subverted. The mighty, triumphant and mercilessly aggressive union has its fantastical themes abruptly diminished by these unconnected inhuman roars from an unforgiving abyss. Identity is lost as synths are stripped out, so to do melody and rhythm fall wayside to simplistic noise barrages. Seeming worlds apart, the immersive lather of strings, trumpets and horns integral to world building, slips into a void, in favor of brutal tropes.

For this listener, a sense of identity and direction for these songs failed to manifest. Where progressing with musical ascends and crescendos might be expected, all I found was the sudden dissolution of magic in the wake of its breakdowns. This was likely the intent, that all roads lead to their ugly abandon of over the top extremity. For me its a novel trope that undermined everything else. Fortunately its final three part title track ads a little saving grace, the best songwriting on the record where they have an opportunity to shine. But at the end of a grueling slog of intensity, it too wains.

Rating: 4/10

Slipknot "The End, So Far" (2022)

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rating: 7/10

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

Lorna Shore "...And I Return To Nothingness" (2021)

 

In the coming weeks there will be entries here moaning my pains about the dull, repetitive state of modern Metal. Coincidentally, I decided to finally check out one band garnering a lot of attention within the scene. Lorna Shore have had viral success with their abhorrent demonic breakdown ending To The Hellfire. Bloated by filth, absurd screams and obnoxiously rapid blast beats, the monstrous conclusion was simply an obvious increase of Deathcore extremities that came before it to my ears.

My reluctance to dive deeper has not been without warrant. The breakdowns are the least appealing presence presiding within this EP. Each song finds a couple of breaks to murder tempo, unleash beastly gutturals and assault with nihilistic percussive blasts that sounds like precision machine gun fire. Its execution is exquisite with octane aesthetic however the trendy technique is just flash in the pan for this "Deathcore veteran". When new and novel, its a riveting blast but any meaning seems knee deep.

Fortunately, everything else to my taste. Shades of Blackened Death Metal collide with evil symphonic theatrics in the vein of Orchestral Black Metal, once pioneered by Dimmu Borgir. While I'm name dropping, this record felt like an aggressive succession to Shade Empire's brilliant Arcane Omega. Foul winds blown over fantastical landscapes flirting between devilish darkness and Tolkien like fantasy realms.

The production is sublime, letting a lot of densities dance as its instruments throttle alongside luscious symphonies. The tandem is extreme, hanging in a balance other bands might butcher. Yet they navigate the fantastical landscapes with an aggressive flight that's exhilarating in its stride. Melodies are sweet and adventurous, balancing out extremity and developing theme. Its terrific chemistry backed by great songwriting. I'm left rather excited for their next album, set to drop in a month and a day!

Rating: 5/10

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