Scarve "Irradiant" (2004)

Browsing the depths of the metal scene, with the blink of an eye this album cover threw me back to my youthful years. Perhaps it once adorned my Nuclear Blast Records magazine? I was exposed to so much great music through that free mail-in mag. Scarve also happen to fit right into the European scene of that era. Perhaps best labeled as the "Future Fusion Metal" genre that never quite took hold, they sound like a soft fusion of early Mnemic and Meshuggah with touches of classic Darkane in their melodic musicality. All these bands I adore, Its no surprise I had little trouble taking a liking to Irradiant, the second album a brief existence that ended a few years later.

Pulling from the power and menace of Metal in its extreme forms, French musicians Scarve stretch apart those frays, extrapolating melody and dissonance through shifts in momentum. Thus its songs explore the ridges of aggression, flirting with rhythmic experimentation and quite often retreating into calmer spells to introduce metallic acoustic guitar melodies or unusual lurches of "the riff". In some instances they go hard, like the Death Metal inspired pummel and pound of a vicious Molten Scars. On the following Fireproven, we unseemingly drift into an Industrial atmospheric break to showcase some lead guitar flair before flashes of color erupt in a magnetic closing riff.

These complexities and technical nature delight but have a simplistic appeal on the surface. The best songs deal with the collapse of aggression they march from the relentless into curious expanses of atmosphere. Asphyxiate plays a highlight, starting off with a meaty Meshuggah chug riff and eventually featuring a solo from the legend Fredrik Thordendal himself. Irradiant is an all round excellent showcase of boundary pushing songwriting, at least for the time. A delightful discovery slipping into my nostalgic sweet spot. Highly recommended for fans of the early "Djent" frontier.

Rating: 7/10

Moonlight Sorcery "Horned Lord Of The Thorned Castle" (2023)

 

I only have praise to bestow upon this glorious union of two distinct sounds I adore. Moonlight Sorcery, a fresh faced act from Finland, bring together the melodic guitar virtuoso spirit of Maiden inspired 00's Melodic Death Metal with late 90s Scandinavian Symphonic Black Metal. Led by the nasty throated howling scowls of Ruttomieli, their rather colorful musically dexterous veneer gets "eviled" up alongside a ceaseless percussive battering from the restless Tommi Tuhkala's ruthless grooves.

If these two elements were toned down, Horned Lord Of The Thorned Castle would be quite the melodic adventure. Possibly gaining a large slice of accessibility for those not comfortable with such intensities. Its everpresent lead guitar spritz dazzles every song with a tuneful voice, a metallic melody of unending expression. Its use of certain scales and motifs gives the record an overall theme. Feeling like reoccurring phrases and ostinatos. A huge compliment to the consistent vibe that entertains front to back.

Fortunately for those attuned, Its extremity does not overpower the melodic might. Thus we embark on a perfect storm for ferocious dark magic to cast its spells. With chest held high, the spirit of adventure never wains yet sways in tandem with a glorious, sword raised, charge of war field battle music. The duels of dance never ends as lead guitar raptures soar between engulfing roars of instrumental intensity.

The endless virtuoso, seemingly orchestrated by multi-instrumentalist Loitsumestari Taikakallo, is a masterclass in songwriting and expression. His performances both on lead guitar and keys remind me fondly of Children Of Bodom's best hooks. Despite such a strong link, this bands character is unique. I can barely find a blemish in sight.

Every listen feels like a blessing. Closer track Into The Silvery Shadows Of Night masterfully wraps up the record with its lowered tempo and epic, conclusive melody. Its followed by one more, Suden Tie, which feels like sudden a jolt back into the mix, dispelling that classy end that felt just perfect. An odd choice for the records flow.

The vocals might go a bit hard for some, they certainly strike me as more of a tolerance than indulgence. It just becomes a part of the tapestry as one becomes accustom to Moonlight Sorcery's aesthetic. Horned Lord Of The Thorned Castle is such a cracking debut. One of the most enjoyable Metal records in recent memory. It doesn't break any new ground, simply a brilliant execution of excellence.

Rating: 9/10

Stormkeep "Tales Of Othertime" (2021)

 

In our age of nostalgic recreation, here comes another classy modern Metal band turning an ear to a Nordic past. Comprised of experienced musicians from the Colorado scene, Stormkeep ventures boldly into the late 90s Symphonic Black Metal sound. With a snarling groans akin to an early Shagrath, Otheyn Vermithrax arms the outfit with an added charm I personally adore. Behind his beastly wretched howls play anthemic marches of triumph and conquest. This is victorious battle music, fresh from fantasy realms, channeling its majesty into extremes maligned by magnificent melody.

The Seer opens and sets the tone, acoustic guitars and folksy synths cast its Fantasy setting, erupting into scaling tremolo riffs soaked in dank synth. Melodic and upbeat in nature, its darkness feels rapturous, full of adventure, as if partnered on a plundering adventure. Its calls back to Medieval times with its Heathen visions, a forgot rural time ruled by myth and magic. The track goes on to toy with groove riffs, thunderous blast beats and symphonic breaks, deploying all the classic hallmarks of the genre.

Structured between four lengthy epics and two non-metallic interludes, the album wastes no momentum in exploring its ambitious song writing. It avoids repetition as A Journey Through Storms and Eternal Majesty Manifest lean towards a Folk Metal motif, exploring Pagan tones fitting of another European scene that emerged at the same time. Its forty plus minutes reign supreme, a superb execution of ideas heard before but delivering them with a grace befitting of the clear vision they had putting this fine record together. An easy recommendation for fans of these genres.

Rating: 7/10

Old Sorcery "The Outsider" (2026)

 

It turns out that the twenty minute epic Magick Truimph was not a lone anomaly but the lead single and opening track of this fervent march into the mystic chills of synth laden Black Metal. An attentive individual may notice the link in title and cover art framing with last years The Escapist. That album ended with a brief flush of distortion guitar, suggesting another link into The Outsider, a meaty seventy plus minute plunge into sways between aggressive metallic mania and occult esoteric offerings.

Barrowgrim Asylum plunders one extreme, a cold chromatic track toying frightening hellish cries from the void with cheesy horror key tones. Innigkeit and The Pain Threshold serve the other end of this diabolical spectrum, soothing yet mystic synth interludes, evoking curious atmospheres of arcane and sequestered secrets.

The records best resides where these two ends meet. The Interior Gates Of The True Soul offers up delight when its Berlin School lead melody infuses the dark ravenous blasting with an emotional through line. Suddenly the music illuminates as some sort of 80s Synthpop vibe makes its resonance with a bi-polar opposite known.

Where Sorrow Reigns is my absolute favorite, a throwback to late 90s Symphonic Black Metal. Its seemingly dense foray of darkness opens up a third of the way in. Jovial piano keys call out from a carnival of chaos. Its following grooves infuse symphonic wonder and stoke the flames of greats, like Dimmu Borgir, Emperor and Arcturus that came before. A simple wonder for this fan of that particular niche.

In essence, The Outsider is an entertaining exploration of tried and true extreme sounds, armed with peculiarities and inspiration to bring moments of genuine freshness. They are however, somewhat sparse. With competency and passion, this record plays with an excitement hard to come across these days. Its interesting to see artists shift direction but this is a somewhat retroactive pivot to enjoy an old craft.

Rating: 7/10

Old Sorcery "Magick Triumph" (2026)

 

Unlike Old Sorcery's other pair of lone twenty minute forays into mystical synth-led atmospheres, Magick Triumph is not an ambient piece but an epic, thunderous adventure. Opening with the endless drips of glum soaked rain, sodden strings punctuate this earthly, stone-cold setting. A plucked instruments ticks on by, marking a lone adventurer's dreary march forth, treking through dusky forests. Brooding with burden, it steadily groans into a ghostly church bell of foreboding. After a brief, dreamy lull, that menace returns to roost as gristly distortion guitars bleed under a discernible, deathly, cryptic voice. With a touch of predictability, the music unravels in a clash, rumbling drums pounding that typical signature Black Metal motif.

From here, curious synths evoke an esoteric mood, narrating the feel of this droning, low-fidelity grimness. Howling voices wretch from the void, scowling with a beastly intensity and the song shifts its blasting drum patterns to shuffle through its various arrangements of spooky void surfing mania. Although it seeks out a climax, the predictable Black Metal chops keep it within expectations. Despite this tameness, hearing Old Sorcery explore a strong neighbouring influence of Dungeon Synth is a welcome delight. Better than I've heard some other bedroom composers try it, yet far from miraculous. Its a familiar theme really well executed!

Rating: 6/10

Blut Aus Nord "Ethereal Horizons" (2025)

 

French outfit Blut Aus Nord have done it again! Sixteen album's deep and still stirring curiosity within Black Metal, a scene which rarely sparkles these days. Ethereal Horizons edges off from the Psychedelic entanglements heard on Hallucinogen. The dense atmospheric design and spiritual melodies abridge an Ethereal realm, obviously suggested in its title. Propelled by frenzied blast beats, the reverb drenched guitar leads shimmer over a haze of dark synths as screams call out from the echoes of this limbic space. This energy between realms, occasionally signals its inspirations as some songs slip into Pagan vibes, a highlands tang, the likes of contemporaries Saor.

All songs lean on its aesthetic construct, tightly woven together, playing as a whole record, setting a distinct mood with each spin. On this journey, plunges into madness and ascensions to melodic glory take place with plenty of luscious interludes to break up the natural intensity. Clean vocals drift in and out of focus like lost souls drifting through the ether. On occasion a stomp of metallic rhythm might rear its beastly head to. Ethereal Horizons has a fair helping of treasures to offer but is mostly subdued by the stretches between its stars. What Burns Now Listens is my favorite track. I also appreciated closer track The End Becomes Grace. It creates a perfect sense of finality, signalling the venture is over as its instruments collapse into an airy descent.

Rating: 6/10

Author & Punisher "Nocturnal Birding" (2025)

 

Contender for album of the year, Nocturnal Birding leaves me with a sense of guilt. As a renewed appreciation of brilliance settles in, I ask, how is it I don't return to their records? Once again, an uncompromising pursuit of crushing expression transfixes. A unique, dystopian breed of imposing brutality. A harsh design melding bleak aesthetics and rhythmic led musicality. Every aspect of this witchcraft serves its purpose, to burrow into the darkest recesses of ones mind and expose the suffering.

Achieved through dense industrial slabs of distortion guitar and bleeding synth, the battering drums perpetually bang and crash with such momentous force, a sluggish beast of enormity crushing all in its path. Most its pacing tends to be mid-tempo, feeling slower, with spurts of collapsing pulse like on the devastating end to Titmice.

Textural pleasures emerge as crashing walls of sound bend with malice, intermittent with quirky, unhinged melodies lurching in the spaces between. Overtop, siren synths cry out in pain, danger imminent. Through it all, ferocious screams and brooding shouts of anger shimmer in what little space this claustrophobic wall of sound offers.

Nocturnal Birding is a gripping experience, bleak visions exhaling demons brought to life in its unrelenting intensity. Author & Punisher continues on a predictable path yet finding the fruits of creative labor as the resulting songs bewitch once again. At thirty five minutes its a perfectly lean slice of mania served on a hot plate. Just stunning!

Rating: 8/10

Slaughter To Prevail "Grizzly" (2025)

 

Despite the impressive talents of vocalist Alex Terrible, I've suffered the misfortune of writing off these masked menaces as another "race to the bottom" Post-Deathcore band. Their recent collaboration with BABYMETAL lured me in, Song 3 that appears again here, a fiery grind of brutality armed by slams of low end guitar and spurioys manic fretboard noises. On that track and throughout Grizzly, strong echo's of Slipknot characteristics, a total turn on when executed with class, as Slaughter To Prevail do.

Russian Grizzly In America drops in partially lifted lyrics from the iconic opener Sic. That motif and other inspirations occasionally rear an overt head. My linguistically challenged mind initially mistook Rodina for a cover of Rammstein's Mutter. So to does Behelit's massive slams of guitar melded with strings have an uncanny ring to it.

With a knack for decent song writing, this all works in their favor. A shared generation of influential bands rippling echo's through Slaughter's DNA, most notably aesthetics and rhythms Slipknot's Iowa album. Howling pinch harmonics, stomping grooves and a battering percussion to make the late Joey Jordison proud. Woven in between their own ideas, it bridges the gap into this "over the top" Post-Deathcore territory.

Thus Grizzly plays a romp, a wild blast of fun chaotic aggression with the sensibilities of a now classic era of 00s Metal reigning in the extreme impulses. The balance is ripe, ideas fresh. Plenty of headbanging goodness. At a meaty fifty minutes, it rarely tires to entertain. I'm left struggling to figure out my favorites from the bunch, a great sign of a record asking to be played front to back at each turn. A cracking introduction.

Rating: 7/10

IGORRR "Amen" (2025)

 

A clear contender for album of the year, French mastermind IGORRR returns with Amen, an unflinching committal to a bastardized union of Glitch, Breakbeat, Extreme and Death Metal, Opera and Baroque. An eclectic assemble, unsurprising to those indoctrinated yet intoxicating in its aesthetic excellence. Armed with familiar weapons, its devastating impact arrives through octane clarity reveling in the minute minutia of manic details and an overall sense of adoring care for its instrumentals. A corrupted orchestra of modern metallica, timeless traditionals and devilish electronic madness.

Amen ebbs and flows sublimely, delving into its diverse origins, shifting gears at any lull, unceasing with excitement. Stints of Death Metal roar between heavy, dramatic operas, pivoting into evocative Spanish guitars and menacing breakbeats with a natural authenticity. So to do its bizarre constructs jostle absurd obnoxious groove with graceful, transient esoteric ponderings. Its cultural tapestry has a distinct deserty sun soaked Middle-Eastern flavour. Its overtly pronounced on the piano demolishing Blastbeat Falafel. A joyful collaboration with the legendary Mr. Bungle among others.

One particular delight on this twisted journey is ADHD. A manic work of devotion to intricate sound design. It evokes groove whilst simultaneously subverting it, a rhythmic moving target, also a wild ride of audiophilic exhilaration as we are indulged in its glitched sampling. At the opposite end of the spectrum, Silence leans into Romantic era symphony, piano and opera, eventually melding its ends with surges of world bending, gravity defying percussion. My rather condensed words could elaborate further on this record but then we would be running through the genius' of each song one by one. Just go and experience this scintillating sin for yourself.

Rating: 9/10

Lorna Shore "I Feel The Everblack Festering In Me" (2025)

 
Current darlings of Extreme Metal, with a swiftly growing popularity, Lorna Shore seem poised to take off. This second incarnation with iconic vocalist Will Ramos serves as a monument to their craft. Laying in wait, over an hour of scorched earth fury blazoned by gleaming symphonic melodies. Trading blows between pelting drums and ever tuneful guitar leads, epic themes of rapturous adventure and embattled mythos collide in a theatric spectacle. Strangely reminiscent of Fantasy themes and Power Metal's melodic focus, Lorna Shore deliver on an engrossing darker Orchestral vision of extremity, the likes of which Dimmu Borgir once lit the path forward.

As a mood, this is an enthralling listen. The music swings and swells between varying intensities, ever led by this triumphant unison of symphony and lead guitar wail, a glorious expression that often feels like a singing voice given Ramos' roll as a gutteral screamer. Its a beautiful construct, gallant and uplifting, capable of traversing all terrain. Oddly, as the record endures, its nature starts feel repetitive, as if a single melody keeps re-emerging. This strips identity from its songs. Defining points and motifs become blurred by this reoccurring tone, which overpowers other ideas.

 In a similar counterproductive vein, over the top Post-Deathcore breakdowns conjure a similar lack of identity. Spurious eruptions of groove less, shuffling monotone guitar barrage and gravity blast beats make potent housing for impressive feats of utterly foul, deathly gutteral howls. Ramos has made a name for himself with this new level of ridiculous texture wrenched from his throat. Sadly, there aesthetic might lacks a bite as the breakdowns mostly amount to differing configurations of the same ideas.

I Feel The Everblack Festering In Me passes one by as a wildly captivating listen, yet lacks the hallmarks of good song writing to nail an identity in ones mind. The aesthetic lavish of its extremities and symphonic offering are a delight but it only extends so far. War Machine is a lone track that feels distinguishable purely because it pulls back from the aforementioned lead guitars. In its absence, some rhythmic assault and toned down symphony gives it much needed distinction in the runtime. No doubt many will love this but for me a vital component among their chemistry is still missing.

Rating: 7/10 

BABYMETAL "Metal Forth" (2025)

Round five and were back on form with the triumphant Metal Forth! Not their fourth, unless your counting "metal" in the record title. Anyways, this latest installment is a lean thirty five minute, ten track blitz focused on creative collaboration. The likes of Poppy, Slaughter To Prevail, Polyphia and Spiritbox appear among other big names, lending their characteristic for a true crossover experience, something Metal has sorely lacked for decades. There's only three solo tracks Babymetal and one could be forgiven for thinking the closing White Flame featured Sabaton. Its a blazing roar of Power Metal might, executing all the tropes, practically a tribute to the sub-genre.

Interestingly, the remaining two solo tracks feel flat, recycling ideas the band have burned through before. That's why Metal Forth's merits rest on the synergy of its alliances. The creative partnerships genuinely cross a divide between sounds and birth a unique middle ground. Of course this all boils down to banging riffs and stomping grooves. The record fires on all cylinders in its stride but the point remains just how much freshness these uncommon unions provide. This is no "featured artist" but a firm commitment to integrating each others identities and it works so well.

Highlights include My Queen as the two bands jostle their heaviest aesthetics back and forth. Song 3 is another banger where the exchange yields a curious callback to Slipknot with its unhinged pinch harmonics and brutal riffage. RATATATA will likely stand out as a fan favorite. Electric Callboy's brand of tongue in cheek party meme metal a fun fit for the J-Pop influences. In a way it summarizes the overall mood, just a fun record about pumping out animated compositions embraces obnoxious grooves and lively melodies. Cracking record, falling just shy of something truly great.

Rating: 7/10

Hunt The Dinosaur "Nefarious" (2025)

 

Nefarious made quite the excitable splash upon impact. With my apatite shaped for the lighter sides of music, a throwback to playful extremities was on the cards. Despite having had my fun, repetition has exposed novelty as Hunt The Dinosaur's "over the top" fusion of Metalcore, Djent and rapid fire Rap screams runs its coarse. Sadly, this brief record fails to carve out a classic like Destructo from its octane insanity.

Across its six cuts we are bombarded by barbaric thumps of sound. Low end eight string guitar pound assaulting grooves between splashes of dissonant guitar noise. Snarling screams spit spiteful lyrics, occasionally hurtling into sprints of the distinct memorable shout raps. Lyrics play with foul themes and periodically reference classic Rap one liners and motifs. Ferocious drums rattle like a raging beast, foaming at the mouth, holding firm grooves, then sporadically hurtling into dizzying blast beats. Wedged between it all, alien dystopian synth occasional meld unusual textures, a subtle dressing often understated and easy to overlook among the ravaging madness.

My main takeaway is a lack of memorability. A lack of songwriting fails to land hooks and riffs in a way that sticks. Instead, Nefarious feels like a ceaseless barrage of ideas aimless assembled together, unable to forge a bigger picture beyond the sum of its parts. That, or perhaps I am growing tired of this Post-Deathcore race to the bottom.

Rating: 4/10

Behemoth "The Shit Ov God" (2025)

 

Thirteen albums deep, masters of craft, juggernauts within their niche, Behemoth have little to prove. Although the bands efforts have received mixed reactions in recent years, they are always an unshakable presence in pursuit of fresh satanic sacrifices upon the alter of Blackened Death Metal. Yet this latest offering feels surprisingly steady, a routine spin of intelligently composed forays into demonic darkness.

The Shit Ov God entertains us with its competency, setting a grimace tone, exploring its shadowy avenues with a cunning to avoid anticipations. Devilish riffs and ravenous, restless drums brim with creativity, exciting within constraints, yet never straying from a ghastly temperament. The resulting record screams for break aways that never arrive. We dredge through swamps of weighty burden, never to be relieved.

Lacking peaks and valleys on its path, these songs becomes a fierce monotone drone of sinister silhouettes, menacing at a distance, yet lacking that flash of color to bring it all to life. Guitar solo eruptions and breaks for plucked string melodies among other arrangements signal that attention but none of them break out of this sticky nefarious gloom. A solid concise listen but lacks a spark for greatness to define its purpose.

Rating: 6/10

Sleep Token "Even In Arcadia" (2025)

 

 Lingering on the cutting emotive sensations of Vessel, this newest chapter, Even In Arcadia, plays like poetry in motion, a dwell of personal exorcisms originating from a lyrical inception. This impression could simply speak to the frontman's charming R&B leaning vocal inflections. As their key song-writer, this synergy unites voice and instrumental with a deeper, intentional chemistry than most. Its a now familiar formula but on this occasion, Sleep Token nail the album experience from front to back.

Shy of an hour, it breezes by effortlessly. Look To Windward opens, immersing us in artistic heavies as the throws of Djent yield to a grand gravitas carrying its tensions into soaring melody. Emergence and Dangerous lend their swells of momentum to metallic atmospheres as do other songs like the gorgeous Caramel. Concluding with blast beats and shrill howls, its ever curious how they seamlessly bridge such a chasm from their catchy 00s Garage beats with Pop vocals to untethered extremes.

 I'd often considered Sleep Token a stealth vehicle for Pop sensibilities into a genre usually adverse to such musical pleasures. Only its title track passes without a swell of metallic energy, a curiosity given how all my impressions stem from Vessel's delightful voice and the emotive melodies that accompany him. Its a wonderful orchestration of sombre piano that dissolves in tightening airy ambiences as the songs resolves itself in a common swelling. The violin on exit is a fine touch of craft.

 The thematic dance played between beauty, pain and introspection wrapped in sunny melancholy defines this record. Its reflection from words to sound a delight. On reflection, I appreciate its swells of intensity so much more. Their natural progression had me overlooking the dynamic shifts on a casual listen. That can't be said of closer Infinite Baths. Its groovy revelry in filth, a shock and horror to remember, seeing the experience out as if its all been sucked into a black hole. What a cracking album by a band reaching new heights. Along with the Saturday headline slot at Download Festival, this a moment that could ascend their profile even further.

Rating: 8/10

Labyrinthus Stellarum "Rift In Reality" (2025)

 

Champions of last years musical discoveries, Labyrinthus Stellarum's exotic take on Atmospheric Black Metal runs its course, returning with little new to offer. Still firmly rooted in its symphonic extremities and songwriting ideals, this fresh crop of void hunting cosmic ventures hurtle by in a hypnotic whirl of colorful astral melodies, furious blast beats and groaning howls to be heard across the vast expanse.

Only title track Rift In Reality breaks the mold. Novel twisted oral distortions on spoken passages arise early on. Seeming cosmic interference, it compliments their drafty clean vocals. The songs conclusion erupts, breaking convention as crashing slabs of distortion guitar break up the gliding gallop of pace these tracks usually embark upon.

Other than that, they stick to their stellar blueprint, delivering face melting bangers like Cosmic Plague and Ravenous Planet along the way. Nirlakh ends the record on a positive. It plays as if guitars and drums were stripped out to be replaced with menacing bass synths. A curiosity driven instrumental interlude of sorts.

All in all, Rift In Reality is a firm record but one that doesn't offer anything new to this fan familiar with their Lovecraftian inspired cosmic horror architecture. Fortunately, my appetite for esoteric other-worldly terror is strong. Having failed to reach new heights, I think the band would be wise to seek an evolution in their sound on the next outing.

Rating: 6/10

Deafheaven "Lonely People With Power" (2025)

 

 Spinning out another web of shadowy shoe-gazing extremity, Deafheaven return from the captivating Infinite Granite with renewed spite. Lonely People With Power leans dark and grizzly, its songs plunder a devilish spell as the sway of shrill vocal howls and dense guitar haze become a routine focal point for its swells. Brooding through unfurling intensities, melancholic acoustic melodies spill into distortions as tensions mount, often arriving upon the dizzying sorcery of barbarous blast beat mania.

This format is true for much of the record, also housing emotive signals of melody that linger within these aesthetic constraints. After several spins, that textural power loses potency in the absence of transcendent song writing. Lonely People With Power plays as emotion entertainment, running its course swiftly as tracks bleed together. There is one exception! At the midpoint, Amethyst acts as a blade, cutting the record in half.

With an illustrious, enchanting melody, this Blackgaze blueprint breaths life, illuminating as the power of key motif swells with utter grandiosity. The tuneful resurgence from apt acoustic lulls between plays a delight every single time. A remarkable track, elevating its touch of genius through the ebb and flow of the music, a feat every other track on the record fails to emulate with exposure and familiarity.

This splitting of the record feels intentional. The proceeding tracks take a gnarly turn as temperaments plunge further into the black and pale strands of its makeup. Its Extreme Metal makeup gets harder and sections of ambience and acoustic sound dialed into deep rotting pains. Despite this apparent gravitas, I found myself losing connection to songs as they blended together in a haze. Ideas lack distinction over its one hour duration, creating a radical drone devoid of purpose to latch onto.

Rating: 5/10

Doomsday "Never Known Peace" (2025)

 

A few weeks on from discovering Crossover Thrash outfit Doomsday, a new record drops! In fact, Never Known Peace is their debut "full length", a trim, lean, concise thirty minutes of fiery metallic blasphemy! With a tight production in place, the band straddle Slayer worship with a modernized arsenal of slick sprinting riffs and roaring, evil evoking lead guitars. The latter aspect gets nail to the cross. Echoing King and Hanneman's dueling, unhinged guitar solos, the record's ten cuts flow with melodic chaos as the arrival of spurious shredding illuminates the tone, a consistent high point.

Oddly, its high tempo rhythm guitars chug and gallop chops to a lesser luminosity. They serve as the mood's aggressor, continuously grinding out stomping grooves in a menacing formality. Lacking surprise or novelty to seasoned ears, the ceaseless flow of rhythmic assault runs warm. When set up for a big breakdown, it lands somewhat soft. When the rhythm guitars aren't accompanied by face melting leads, things feel thin despite continuously punishing with notable touches of Hardcore dance groove.

 Stepping back from my analytical dissection, Never Known Peace is a heck load of fun. Despite being one mean best, its tone feels fun and uplifting, a dark demeanor for show, not to be taken seriously. The thirty minutes blaze by without a foot step wrong. Its surprisingly consistent, without a dull moment and nothing truly remarkable to rattle off on, although whiffs of potential linger. Only instrumental interlude track Extinction's Hymn gets a mention for its utilization of a sinister synth to add a textural flare to its main galloping guitar riff. A small footnote on a record that sticks firmly to its design.

Rating: 7/10

Doomsday "Depictions Of Chaos" (2022)

 

 

Having recently unearthed a modern scowling scene of Groove laden Thrash, tinged in Death and Crossover, Doomsday stuck me as pick of the crop. Breeding fast, ferocious, fiery bestial incarnations, their hellish forays of 80s inspired Metal re-imagined play a delight to this Slayer fan. With lead guitars wailing demonic sirens and galloping rhythm guitars balancing groove and sprint, Doomsday hit hard.

 

These six songs run an infectious route, endlessly pivoting from one riot to the next. Despite being dramatic, sinister and darkly, with front-man Carlos Velazquez howling graven pains, Depictions Of Chaos is upbeat and fun. The routine stints of groove an invitation to rock out on a hellish ride. Its a vision cast by legends before them, yet this classy updated execution attracts one to revel upon its ripe aesthetic foray into evil.

 

Rating: 6/10

Saor "Amidst The Ruins" (2025)

With foundations of extreme and cultural aesthetic resolute and intact, Saor embarks on this latest venture through the shackles of familiarity. Thus initial listens spun a lukewarm drone of routine blast beats exchanging duties with its symphonic layer. Comprised of strings, Violin, Cello and effeminate voicings, this heathen tapestry enriches Saor's music with the spirit of Scottish highlands and its cultural heritage.

The metallic counterpart, comprised of pummeling drums and angular distortion guitars, stands somewhat in contrast as expectant extremities offers little to the embellish narratives and server as obvious amplifications of intensity, swelling energy but rarely feeling warranted in contrast to the rich underlaying musical themes.

Thus we have a record in peculiar imbalance. At a frequent pace, the collapses of roaring aggression give way to stunning arrangements of beloved highland melody. Beautiful in flow and holding grace with mother nature, a reoccurring sense of longing persists in these spirited melodies. They are the highlight in which to endure.

Sadly the majority of these earthly musical motifs rest in tandem between the two, layering in this gorgeous vision with familiar aesthetics that offer little new. Tired of bellowing screams and blazing blast beats, I found myself chiming with the serine acoustic guitar tones and cultured instruments, an aspect stunning on its lonesome.

The records most passionate passages emanate on their acoustic reverberations, often to be enveloped by that roaring beast. My tolerance of its metallic components rested on the whims of personal appetite. Sometimes energizing, at others a drain. Saor has matured strongly on a cultural  front to deeper meaning but foundations strip this expression of greatness in my opinion. However, its still a very enjoyable record.

Rating: 6/10

Blut Aus Nord "Memoria Vetusta I - Fathers Of The Icy Age" (1996)

Having tuned into Blut Aus Nord in recent years, my exploratory return into Black Metal origins had me picking out this first installment of the Memoria Vetusta trilogy. I'm some what astonished to find their unique character fully expressed this early on. The subtle touches of Psychedelia and Shoegaze had played like matured fine wine.

 

Yet here we are in 96, these fantastical, mysterious inflections, on a then fresh Black Metal sound, dominate a devilish spectacle. Roaring out from limited, fuzzy production, yet to figure out its aesthetic needs, we have trippy lead melodies, ungodly choral vocals and dexterous baselines converging on swells of sequestered darkly magic. Powered along by a barrage of animated drums, the duo sound unlike any other. Lengthy songs run ambitious, holding ones attention in its tension, as ripping guitars shell out dissonance that meanders into gratifying melodies.

 

Its a familiar expression but in this infancy feels daring and exciting. The band carry the hallmarks of northern darkness with their own flair, curious, majestic and sinister, feeling like a journey through an arcane societal order of the seven layers of hell. Memoria Vetusta is a mighty fine craft, I'm glad to have found it among the rubble.

 

Rating: 7/10