Body Count "Merciless" (2024)

 

Now years deep into their triumphant resurgence, the legendary cop killing Body Count return with a fair helping of 90s styled Metal stints to rock, shock and entertain. Serving as a mouth piece for Ice-T's likable angered rants, these loud instrumentals play a fair game. Serving up competent ravishing's of that era's tone, fans like myself can lap it up but lets not be shy, there is little here we have not heard before.

Beyond selecting some preferred cuts from the offering of mid tempo songs driven by aggressive riffs, attention turns to Ice-T's presence. His plain language, dripped in profanities and frustrations, flow relatable and clear to understand. Behind the often grislily lyrics, an undercurrent for peace and prosperity may pass some by.

The packaging is where my critique lands. Fun and enjoyable but the albums best hooks and concepts feel borrowed. From Demo-crips and Re-bloodicans, to the movie concept of The Purge, a helping of thematic concepts have obvious origins. That and an interesting cover of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb with David Gilmour revealing his typical unabashed directness. Oddly intriguing but most of the time endearing. 

Pulling in legends like Corpsegrinder and Max Cavalera is a welcome delight on this fiery horror show album. They bring great performances. Its nice to see more collaberation like this which has been sorely missing in the past. Merciless wont reinvent their live show but brings hours of entertainment through some fresh songs with their classic Body Count motif.

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

Metallica "72 Seasons" (2023)

 

Seven years on from the lively Hardwired, a surprising return to form, these aging veterans rebound on a thematic feast revolved around struggles of the first eighteen years in ones life. As a lengthy seventy seven minute chunk of straightforward Metal, 72 Seasons has many subtle shades of Metallica as we have gotten to known over the decades. Leaning on its appealing metallic aesthetic, the group push distilled ideas in there simplest form, running through an arsenal of mid tempo riffs with occasional the sprints of frantic tempo and flashes of crafty low end groove.

Hetfield's tandem voice and guitar assault is the principal appeal, his talent, flair and expectant demeanor still a delight as he ages gracefully. Although somewhat a predictable style, repeated listens will have his chemistry getting wedged in your mind with many infectious hooks sinking in. With sticks in hand, Ulrich splatters his flat, bland and dull drumming down with that familiar sense of asking is it understated genius or the power of Hetfield carrying him by? I think the latter. Hammett and Trujillo have muted rolls. Robs baselines a powerful compliment when deviating from mirroring the riffs. Kirk shows up for thrashes of his distinct fret shredding yet barely a fresh idea is heard. It really feels like James is the driving force on this outting.

On first impressions, the album seemed reliably competent. Nothing daring, a safe bet. Yet with repeated listens I must admit many of its understated, mid-tempo Load era songs became favorites. Faster hitting songs nail the feel of Hardwired and Moth Into Flame but without a special sparkle. That ended up becoming my main takeaway. For all the indulgence in a love of Metallica, it lacked something to break the mold.

Throughout 72 Seasons the group retread old ground, leaning into classic Thrash riffs perhaps better shredded by other acts from the genres heyday in the eighties. Another subtle gripe, its song structures lean fondly into lengthy arrangements that seemingly cycle riffs in masterful arrangements. Yet they all lack that climatic surge into the unexpected. Thinking back over their classics, many early songs broke ground with daring, unforgettable ideas that justified such lengthy assembles. This record feels more like an easily digested Black Album approach, just stretched out.

With a dash of daring and heavy curation, the offerings here could have rattled off at a dazzling pace, making for an exciting whirl of new riffs from the arsenal. The repetitious guitar led drive gets a little too comfortable with itself, landing the record on a fair mediocrity instead. Its competent, hard hitting and fun but falls short of anything special. I am still enjoying this one though! After a healthy binge it does feel as if many of these new cuts will tire before long. Only time will tell, but I'd keenly bet on it.

Rating: 6/10

Machine Head "Of Kingdom And Crown" (2022)

Flying on the spirited shoulders of front man Rob Flynn, Machine Head's one soul surviving member, a renewed lineup embark on a mission of defiant intent, to reaffirm their iconic demeanor boldly again. Pulling no crafty surprises, Of Kingdom And Crown rekindles the throttling metallic edge explored over their now lengthy history. Sadly, it arrives on shores of apathy. as my diminishing interest in the Metal treadmill grows. Its song writing may be cunning, the attitude ripe with passion and riffs as intoxicating as ever but a lack of originality breeds only serves a familiar serving.

Its one defining encroachment seems fitting to fail. The "woah-oa-woah" chorals, intentionally epic in shape and crudely catchy in execution just happens to be a cliche I'm not keen on. More commonly heard among cheery Electronic tinged Indie Rock of the last decade, Rob weaves it well into the aggression. As for everything else? A typical assemble of Groove and Thrash, woven in with iconic obnoxious fret harmonic abuse. It serves to paint its climaxes in a stale familiarity, fun but lacking freshness. Although wonderfully directed songs, catchy with steady progressions, the satisfying structures assemble an arsenal of riffs thoughtfully. Yet they blunder, as rehashing classic riffs from past records sours the potency of these peaks they strive for.

Where the record crumbles is in its mediocrity. Only a handful of tracks partially navigate these momentous intentions. Its darkly interlude muster little excitement and Rob's political resentments seem contrived, emerging as stiff frictions between words and the musical attitude. Of Kingdom And Crown may have octane aesthetics and lively execution but its contents are bamboozling, a case of deja-vu intent on a frothing urgency dulled by a lack of something new to say. Sure, one can have a good head bang and enjoy the energy, but ultimately its the same old Machine Head.

Rating: 5/10

Revocation "Netherheaven" (2022)

 

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

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

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

Rating: 4/10

Soulfly "Totem" (2022)

 

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

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

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

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

Rating: 7/10

Exhorder "Slaughter In The Vatican" (1990)

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

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

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

Rating: 6/10

Exhorder "Mourn The Southern Skies" (2019)

 

If anyone had a claim on Pantera's era defining sound, these neighboring Louisiana's had the framework for a new metallic approach locked in years before Cowboys From Hell. Having disbanded in 94, I was shocked to hear them in rotation on Spotify with new material decades later. More so was the similarity to the "Phil Anselmo" breed of groovy Southern Metal. With a foggy memory I returned to Exhorder's debut, Slaughter In The Vatican. A brief reflective listen had me in awe. Kyle Thomas's cunning vernacular a blueprint for Anselmo to emulate. It's been quite the historical reminder and undoubtedly I'm gonna have to dive into those old records again.

Mourn The Southern Skies is a ripe affair. Reviving classic groove oriented, fist pumping power and might, the southern swagger scales atop fiery momentous. Kyle rides the waves of crushing guitars and battering drums with attitude as they burn through iterations on the arsenal of techniques accustom to this sound. Its secret weapon is quality. With little in the way of innovation, the band churn through sludgy stomping rhythmic grooves. Baked by southern humidity, it oozes style and persona. Guitar solos dazzle but unsurprisingly, can't charm like a Dimebag. Reasonable in theatrics, a couple leads take a more dynamic roll in musical direction, a niche touch.

 

A competent production aesthetic serves its purpose with a touch of rawness, possibly brought on by budget constraints. Exhorder have never been a big name in Metal. Its kind of remarkable to hear they have been sitting on such talent and inspiration. However this return has influences in reverse as the last twenty plus years of Groove Metal's legacy can be heard throughout. A great record but it can't claim originality this time out. Final thoughts? Listening to this record feels like stepping into an alternate reality given the back story. Looks like I'm adding nineties Metal to the playlist next!

Rating: 7/10

Municipal Waste "Electrified Brain" (2022)

 

I may be mistaken but I believe Municipal Waste were among the first of this modern nostalgic Thrash Crossover "revival". Its no new trick nowadays, the access and availability of music today has inspirations run amuck in all directions. I was introduced to the American thrashers at Download Festival 2008. Despite a fantastic live show full of mad mosh pits and crowd surfers armed with surf boards, I never brought into their studio records. Having forgotten the mediocrity of Slime And Punishment, It was only a passing curiosity that brought me here.

Electrified Brain had me in its grasp from the first spin. Unlike prior efforts, its crisp, clear and cutting production aided its mission. Along with a fully fledged arsenal of classic Thrash and Crossover riffs, the two push the bands ideals to about as good as it could get. Pulling no unsurprising punches, the galloping speed and chugging chops of 80s Metal was set to to strike a nerve. With filtered cuts rarely exceeding three minutes, the fourteen tracks get to rattle wall to wall off five years of curation.

The main distinctions felt like variety and lead guitars. Although operating within a strict blueprint, the rotating shouts, screams and gang vocals kept things fresh and exciting as the rapid rhythmic abuse was electrified by periodic guitars solos. A handful of song endings struck me as having some momentary but keenly distinct riffs woven in. Perhaps an intentional nod to their eighties Thrash Metal influences? I definitely heard Metallica on more than one occasion.

Despite seeming excellent, its gravitas has dwindled. With frequent spins, my initial excitement has politely dulled. This however feels like a symptom of nostalgic Metal, always competing with your appetite as its novelty wares off. Either way, in times of growing metallic lackluster, it was good fun to head bang again!

Rating: 6/10

Favorite Track: Grave Dive, Crank The Heat

Darkane "Inhuman Spirits" (2022)

 
For some time I've wanted to get around to this band. Born out of the Swedish Melodic Death Metal scene, I found their Thrash adjacent approach enthralling in my early days of exploring Extreme Metal. Crossing my path in the early naughts at the peak of their freshness, they join a handful of bands that share that inexorable link to youth. All thanks to Nuclear Blast records no doubt, who signed and promoted a lot of decent Metal in that era. After nine years of silence they are still brandishing the same intensity and character with little new to offer. Although I'm keen to hear innovation and new ideas, I'll hand it to them that sticking to their guns worked out for the better against a popular Djent seven string sound you might expect them to onboard.

I'll save my enthusiastic descriptions for another day when nostalgically reflecting on their discography. Although Inhuman Spirits plays to the Darkane sound strictly, its only brief moments of carbon copies that conjure the adrenaline. The lead guitars have its distinct melodic flavor and battering drums team up with the rhythem guitar for choppy, pacey grooves just as before. Its only the vocals that venture into a new territory with fitting deep guttural roars akin to fellow Swede Akerfeldt of Opeth. 

Alas this blog mostly serves as another entry to catalog the memories of a never ending journey. The early Darkane records are far from remarkable but bring enough distinction and character to give them some edge if Melodic Death Metal is your thing. With my apatite for Metal dwindling, this was a nice reminder of their competency. A Spiral To Nothing had some cracking discordant riffs held within, one that stood out. Possibly a better re-emergence than most returns but my excitement was quelled.

Rating: 5/10

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

Sum 41 "Chuck" (2004)

 

Initially, the Canadian Pop Punk outfit Sum 41's fourth outing was supposed to be the most exciting! Hailed as their most metallic release, I was keen on seeing how their Pain For Pleasure and Reign In Pain tributes to classic Metal would manifest with a prominent roll. With their warm, poppy personalities stripped out, replaced by a glum tone looming over the record, the music isn't as appealing without that bright, upbeat streak of Skate Punk. Softly depressive, gently downtrodden and moody, the metallic pursuit leads the music to an angsty self-defeatist tone I failed to vibe with.

Given previous manifestations in the spirit of Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Metallica, I was expecting more of that! The latter of which you do hear on occasion. Oddly, its the then dead Nu Metal genre that has its influences. The catchy lyrical cadences of Chester Bennington is obvious at times. More so Papa Roach of all bands. Many distinctive arrangements from Infest, both vocal and guitar driven, make themselves known, as well as a riff from System Of A Down. When turning to Metal, originality clearly is lacking and the chopping between contrasting styles is far from fluid.

Disappointed by the glum tone of Nu Metal influences, the Punk leanings get dragged along in that dreary spirit. The riffs are not as bright and chirpy, lyrics lack an emotional resolve once heard before and ultimately its mood is a drag. Of course it has its merits, catchy choruses and the occasional riff but I found myself pulled into those hopeless teenage moods id rather forget. You could say its personal bias however I'd defend how naked some of their musical compositions are in the shadows of others. It drowned out originality and left a sense of disappointment with me.

Rating: 5/10

Sum 41 "Does This Look Infected?" (2002)

 

I've had nothing but fun with this cheap and cheerful record! Following up on a massive breakout with All Killer, No Filler, the Canadian Pop Punk outfit keep things simple and straightforward with a fraction of polish around the edges. Fast and fiery, the forty minutes of Does This Look Infected? storms out the gate with all energy intact. Keeping one foot on the gas, the band blaze through the motions with moments of dazzle and creativity as crafty vocal cadences, harmonies and interchanging guitar arrangements seem to frequently add spice to the mold these songs are cast from.

Lyrically, a similar sense of unrealized maturity emerges. The youthful angst, anger, adrenaline and notions of identity expressed get caught in a web of casual language. All to often does a streak of self awareness seem to offer a subtle antidote to teenage woes. It perhaps something I could of done with myself in those painful years. The only cheese I smelt came through their fun Beastie Boy raps, taking shots at the conformists suits! An amusing topic but one that seems far more relevant in youth.

The group have a streak of Heavy Metal adoration best pronounced with their Pain For Pleasure tribute. On this outing, Reign In Pain, the "Heavy Metal Jamboreee", follows this up and extends the style shift with World War 7 Part 2 to close the record out. These are significantly unpopular songs acording to Spotify but on the popular tunes, Still Waiting, No Brains, Mr.Amsterdam Billy Spleen, one can hear injections of classic Thrash Metal guitar riffs swiftly sliding into the solid Pop Punk structure.

Obviously, this is a delight to me. I do find it interesting how blunt of a Metallica riff they can just push into the albums biggest song... and it works! A lack of familiarity has aided greatly with this one, the lack of knowing and detachment of youthful memories was a breath of fresh air. I am sure this journey will get more exciting with the next installment, Chuck. I'm told it takes a much bigger shift towards Metal.

Rating: 7/10

Ho99o9 "Skin" (2022)

 

In my camp of awe inspiring, adrenaline pumping music, a spot is reserved for the gritty punk duo known as Ho99o9. Their crossover of Horrorcore, Hardcore Punk and rebellious persona has been enthralling in recent years. Skin, their sophomore album wedged between many mini albums and EPs, has sadly failed to reinvigorate the wild energy they usually conjure effortlessly. Opening with a brief offering of Thrash guitars, manic percussion and unhinged screams, a couple of tracks get the blood flowing with the best the record has to offer coming from Corey Taylor of Slipknot.

His timeless scream is a great fit as the one working chemistry from a few collaborations. Jasiah inducts the group into the adjacent Trap Metal scene with tropes and tones perhaps heard best by City Morgue. Those harsh hitting, volume peaking bass drum aesthetics crop up on other songs to little avail. That sentiment extends to much of what Ho99o9 aim for on Skin. Not looking to circle back on previous successes, the many chemistries they forge just fail to vibe with me sadly.

With a lack of songs sparking the right words to describe the experience, I simply fall back to a sense that the pair looked for unsettled atmospheres, moments of mania and a dystoian grittiness less dependent on Metal and Hardcore guitars. These tracks also feel like a jumble of ideas, rarely resting in one place for long and jumping into a variety of odd temperaments along the way. Whatever the vision was, it failed me in feeling cohesive. I'm left quite disappointed but hopeful they'll get back on track.

Rating: 4/10

Stormtroopers Of Death "Speak English Or Die" (1985)

 

This classic record has been on my radar for years. Having finally plunged in and gotten to know its flavor of chaos, the year of release endows a context of immense appreciation. Before Slayer unleashed the unbridled fury of Reign In Blood, here stands one of the first Crossover Thrash projects encroaching on that timeless intensity. Stormtroopers Of Death is somewhat of a "supergroup" uniting musician from either side. With an intentionally unsavory and controversial, politically incorrect theme, they converge at a furious intersection of Thrash Metal and Hardcore Punk. The result is a wild, uncompromising assault on extreme music of the time. Perhaps Metallica's Kill Em All was the cutting edge before this? Although it may seem tame today, I find myself stilled stunned this was released in 1985!

Boasting big gritty distortion guitars, the fast and choppy slaps of power chord shuffling gets amplified by a fantastic percussive performance. Charlie Benante is a powerhouse of Hardcore groove and Grindcore blasts as his drumming often derails from mosh stomps into loose thumping rattles of chaos. Its an old-school flavor of blast beats so uncommon now yet it sounds utterly fantastic when unleashed. Its the duality with Scott Ian of Anthrax who, for a Thrash guitarist, gets the Hardcore energy just right. The constant shuffling between moshing grooves and unrestrained extremity is fun and fast. The songs blitz through an arsenal of riffs and ideas that simply excels.

The majority of songs clock in around two minutes. A helping of very short stunts chime in too. The six second Anti Procrastination Song a particularly fun one, an idea preceding Napalm Death's Guinness world record holding "You Suffer". All ideas are explored swiftly, rarely lingered on for more than a grasp of whats going on. They tend to roll into one big wash of frenetic aggression as its pummeling charges roll out the punches over and over again across its twenty one tracks. It does end on a bit of a whimper, limping out on a string of jokey seconds long songs that don't land well.

Often abbreviated to S.O.D, I realized the song Pussywhipped was mistaken for System Of A Down back in the file sharing days of Napster, a common issue with the service. It brought quite the smile to hear an oldie from my school days. I always thought it was an early band demo or something along those lines. Its also one of the albums best songs with razor fast riffs switching into big bouncing grooves as the drums batter down hard with snare rolls. I'm left with no illusions about how significant this record is in the landscape of extreme music. I reckon it will only ever grow on me with time. If id discovered this in my youth, I'd probably be worshiping it till this day!

Rating: 8/10

Napalm Death "Resentment is Always Seismic" (2022)

As the uncompromising titans of extreme music, now spanning five decades of music, news of a Napalm Death will always have me excitable. One can rely on them for quality, their fervor and tenacity an enduring quality continuing to yield fantastic releases to this day. Somewhat alike Apex Predator, I came off this thirty minute EP a fraction lukewarm. If its a maelstrom of ferocious aggression or uneasy atmospheres of burden and disgust, Napalm deliver swiftly. Navigating around a couple of cover tracks the following songs don't quite deliver the edge of its opening numbers.

Kicking off with Narcissus we steadily drift, steamrolling without breaks, a runaway train accelerating steadily and perpetuating the madness of its dizzying speeds. Riotous power chord riff machinations and pummeling blast beats flex of the groovy interchanges, culminating in a stomping conclusion. The pace evaporates immediately as Resentment Always Simmers takes a brooding stroll into the darkness with its stripped down percussion and tremolo guitar lick churning away at the dissatisfaction.

The following original songs lurk in the shadows of the ideas explored here. The choppy assault of Harris's frenetic power chord splaying, Barney's "osculating larynx" and the powerhouse rhythm section never quite scale these peaks again. People Pie is an interesting cover, mostly its lyrical proposition of animals eating humans provides food for thought in a disturbing atmosphere led by massive rumbling basslines of might and gristly texture. Don't Need It stands out for its blitz Thrash Metal guitar chops, wild unruly Slayer akin guitar solo and screechy vocals.

The closing title track too, a Burial Dirge of haunting vocals, unwelcome synths and heavy gloom makes its mark too. The key take away for me was how the covers stood out as the other songs circled similar ideas to that of the opening. With a lot of albums circling the thirty minute mark these days I can see why this is actually labeled an EP, perhaps in the bands mind not reaching the threshold of quality reserved for full lengths. Either way, its always fantastic to tune in with Napalm and hear what they are up to! Resentment is Always Seismic offers up interesting ideas worth your attention.

Rating: 6/10

Body Count "Carnivore" (2020)

 

Somehow this one snuck under my radar in 2020. As an avid Body Count fan, I remember looking forward to its release after the charged, anthemic Bum-Rush single. So glad to have been reminded of its existence! Continuing on with a wonderful resurgence after drifting into obscurity, the group bring another tight, concise set of straight forward songs led by Ice-T's politically charged presence up front. One to follow their own rhythm and influences in the past, the opening title track showcases the band picking up on current trends with a barrage of dense, sludgy Djent riffs crushing in alongside a beastly howl that imminently grabs your attention.

Its not a recurring theme bar No Remorse. Variety, shifts in temperament and tempo have these eleven songs mixing much of the Body Count persona with fresh ideas and excellent collaborations. Another Level has Ice-T finding a keen singing voice for the hook, backed by the rough shouts of Jamey Jasta from Hatebreed. The legend Dave Lombardo pops up to drum on a track too and perhaps most unexpected, Amy Lee lends her voice in a wonderful chemistry with Ice, the two overlap so well.

That track, When I'm Gone, and a few others have very similar lyrical themes to those on Bloodlust. Sadly the recurrences tend to be reflections on societies problems still perpetuating. Reflecting on the loss of Nipsey Hussle is a saddening echo of losses expressed last album. It ties the records together as Ice keeps his anger laser focused on the problems of street life, American inequality and the persistence of racism.

Its a pretty typical affair but very well executed. Lots of heated modern metal with a street spin from Ice's wise words, often throttled with anger! With the excitement still fresh in the air, these songs sound like they may have more legs to last. The production is tight, the guitar solos lively as ever and its wrapped up with one hell of a bonus track! The classic 6 In The Mornin rerecorded with his band. Given how dated and sparse the original is thees days, its quite preferable in metallic form. A mean, solid record, if Body Count keep rolling these out, ill turn up to listen every time!

Rating: 6/10

Vektor "Transmissions Of Chaos" (2021)

 

It's been some time since I last heard anything from American thrashers Vektor. Their previous effort Terminal Redux was quite the charmer given its dense and technical take on Thrash Metal, a great work of vision and execution. It was also the bands last, I was unaware they had disbanded and this two track warm up is a result of their recent reunion. Sadly though the two tracks didn't carry the sparkle I heard before.

Activate is a fast ripping thrasher of choppy techniques and dizzying melodic entanglement, charging head first into the wall! Its tone and jittery energy is unrelenting, not offering much in the way of a hook or catch. Its pause for an acoustic respite after blazing solos is an interesting moment but the track tends to contain itself as a short, simple drive of aggression, not looking to get expansive as they once did.

Dead By Dawn initially sounds like a cover with its clean vocals springing a different mood forth. Its a progressive path forward, opening up at the three minute mark into beefy lunges of melodic gleam and meaty distortion fretwork. Its sudden pivot to rapid power chord shredding dispels the excitement. It reuses the lunging moment to see the song out and ultimately ends up feeling a bit directionless.

For a band reuniting, this may just be an exercise in getting back into the process. These two numbers show both craft and execution, bringing back their very "plastic" and particular tone with a competent production but disappoint with a lack of dazzle or remark within the routine of galloping Thrash Metal running the routines of its techniques. The second track had the ambition with a bold move vocally but its conclusion was to fall back into the arms of comfort. Transmissions Of Chaos is worth a listen but hopefully they will bring bigger ideas to any full release in the future.

Rating: 2/10

Bolt Thrower "Those Once Loyal" (2005)

 

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

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

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

Rating: 6/10

Bathory "Destroyer Of Worlds" (2001)

With a notable five year break between records, Bathory returns to the new millenium with Quorthon as the sole performer of all instruments. It had always been his band, his music but from here on out he is without company. Destroyer Of Worlds is a record that stagnates on former glories and failures too. Attempting to unite the Viking Metal and Thrash Metal sounds of the 90s, it ends up being a mash up with one or two songs making the crossover and the rest standing in stark contrast to one another.

It is the Thrash sound that makes up the bulk of this lengthy sixty five minute slog. Lake Of Fire opens things up with memorable anthemic glory. Reverb soaked drums, heathen choral chants and Quorthon's authentic yet tarnished singing. Ode and the closing Day Of Wrath sustains the atmospheric Viking sound. The albums title track handles the crossover well, a chugging guitar and bass rumble offering up a dirty driving march for its gloomy tone. Pestilence offers up chunky groove riffs that only pivot to the Viking identity with punched in choral chants and acoustic guitar overlays.

The rest resides strictly in the Thrash realm. In doing so, the production value takes a hit. The insistence on a stark temperament rattles the composure with many of the songs feeling like a big step back to Requiem and Octagon territory. Semi social-political themes and anti-war topics manifest into hollow lyrics again, offering little to ponder over. Most of the riffs and compositions reek of creatively challenged mediocrity, nothing in the way of a memorable impression is achieved at all.

Jumping between a couple of tracks, one can hear what seems like multiple sessions brought together, with different aesthetics at play. Overall it feels like a hashed up attempt to unite two different sets of songs, maybe leftovers from the years gone by. One thing that is for certain, Quorthon knows how to do the Viking Metal sound he pioneered best. Its pretty fantastic and up to scratch in two or three of the songs here, the rest simply drags the record down.

Rating: 4/10