Magdalena Bay "Mercurial World" (2021)

Dynamic duo Magdalena Bay are swiftly becoming a fascination. Stepping back in time from their ambitious, progressive Killing Time, this debut, Mercurial World, simply plays as a string of tuneful songs. Warm, dreamy and uplifting, cheerful yet quirky, these numbers dance with Electropop and Synthpop foundations, exploring jolts of Psychedelic creativity with blushes of Vapourwave aesthetic and Dreampop mood.

Some of its motifs blatantly pull from Disco, Dance, Indie Pop among other revived Pop music antics. If you've known a lot of music, many echo's crop up, reinvented to their tune. I felt this phenomena on Killing Time but title track Mercurial World's nod to Madonna on its closing lines confirms it. Among its many flashes of influence, Grimes seems another particular influence on Mica Tenenbaum's soft breathy presence.

Such obvious familiarities sometimes dampen the musical experience but fortunately Magdalena Bay have a beautiful, colorful energy emanating from the core. These sounds arrive through an exciting, lively energy, enriching their songs as layers of sound and creative production intermingle for an engulfing experience. Songs play catchy, deploying simple ear worms, yet can deviate from convention at any moment and explore fantastical oddities along the journey. A joyous debut, Mercurial World does indeed feel like a world of its own, set to pull you back over the coming years.

Rating: 8/10

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

Magdalena Bay "Killing Time" (2024)

Imaginal Disk serves as my introduction to this talented multi-instrumentalist duo Magdalena Bay. Clocking in with a mightily entertaining fifty-three minutes, this album plays like a dreamy journey through the soothing serine, as conceptual narratives punctuate its seamless flow. Pronounced by gorgeous instrumentation, layered yet consistently apt, warmth emanates throughout as the pair explore upbeat vibes, meaningful and dialed in, compared to traditional popular "happy music". Moments of soft tuneful melancholy do arise, finding resolution as breezy winds whist any sorrowful introspective reflection back to the arms of this curious serenity.

 

Housed by the expansive nature of Progressive music, they aesthetically sit at the crossroads of Synthpop and Rock, with a Shoe-gaze Dream Pop nature, often leaning into melodic influences from Dance, Disco and Funk. Songwriting is king as these identities yield to the dreamy directions their music meanders in. Many aesthetic tangents arise as regular structures give way to swells and subtle crescendos. This ebb and flow keeps the record interesting, swinging through creative strides, offering a playful exploration of expressive ideas packaged in vibrant instrumentation.

 

My initial hurdle with Killing Time was Mica Tenenbaum's singing! Lacking oomph and power, her breathy, shy voice felt tame, limping by on subdued expressions. This impression was emphasized by her wordy interludes, the spoken temperament highlighting a narrow range. With the music calling for grandiosity, I anticipated a powerful, soaring voice that never came. Despite that, repetition has grown on me. She may not have big and bold presence but actually leans into her casual range, finding a soft charming chemistry with lively music which could easily overpower. Her grace and softness becomes a strength playing into the dreamy mood.

 

Stacked with its bangers early on, the record does mellow out as the initial Dance and 90s Alternative Pop energies subside, allowing songs to ruminate on ideas not quite as flashy but equally gratifying. Its an exciting, lively record, rich in musicality neatly packaged, making a bold impression on this listener who will have to dive deeper!

 

Rating: 8/10

Tetrarch "The Ugly Side Of Me" (2025)

Delightfully predictable and thus feverishly indulgent, Tetrarch return armed with another dose of millennial teenage angst, tapping into a personal unwritten nostalgia. The Ugly Side Of Me could have slipped into the turn of the millennium's music scene, a guaranteed hit. As their tightest record to date, these nine pure Nu Metal tracks revel in the Korn The Serenity Of Suffering take on electrified creepy melody and sonic syncopated groove.

Fused with Josh Fore's uncanny Chester Bennington harmonization, the downtrodden, plain faced lyrics hit a tuneful cadence to elevate emotional pains to anthemic levels. Sadly, it lyricism falls shy of greatness but that's likely in my lack of connection to these raw hurtful woes. Their chorus melodies ring of with a shiver reminiscent of the many deeply engrained hooks from Hybrid Theory.

Variety lacks but that's hardly the point. Each track hits with punchy, high octane energy, rolling between brief looping twisted melodies and slamming Nu Metal dropped tuning guitar grooves. Only Best Of Luck stands out for its instinctual post Gold Cobra Wes Borland influences. Given not a single track stetches past four minutes, these numbers make themselves known, not out staying their welcome.

That sharp focus keeps each spin fresh. After a brief binge I feel like this half hour of power will be fun to return to, knowing my teenage self would have lapped this up like a fiend. The singles seem to be the better buts but the margins are fine. With time I'll better figure out my favorites but I have a feeling this one wins the album experience.

Rating: 7/10

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

Ghost "Skeletá" (2025)

 

Without a whiff of precariousness, our beloved titans of Metal return stuck amidst illustrious stagnation. Completely predictable yet joyously delightful, Skeletá spans their history, reveling in the various chapters of evolution. With a mastery over their own song writing motifs, inspiration meets excellence as each song encapsulates an idea and executes it with vision. Tracks like Lachryma and Satanized induce touches of their Doom Metal roots. Much of the record induces a catchy sing along sentiment, Marks Of The Evil One and Peacefield play this up with strong Arena Rock vibes first embellished on Impera. Excelsis and Guiding Lights lean towards ballad territory, with their lightest and yet completely endearing music to date. Then lastly Cenotaph and Umbra. Both whisper bright and bold 70s Rock echos with creative rhythmic drives.

 Each of its various directions play swooning with layers of melody. Papa V Perpetua's devilish crooning, brief eruptions of soaring lead guitar or nestled touches of colorful synth, often multiple overlap to delight one with their melodic pleasures. Each song arrives nurtured with subtle details and iterations to enrich without being obvious. It keeps them sailing smoothly without a dull moment. Thus the record flows like a river of excellent, some how jumping drastically in tone yet feeling completely fitting.

I've binged and absolutely adored Skeletá within the first week of its release. I'm convinced its got legs, however that may depend heavily on ones personal Ghost appetite. Its only in its lightest touches do i get a sense of evolution. Non-metallic 70s and 80s influences feel present in perfect proportion but overall, this is a very familiar Ghost record. I don't think a single fan will be shocked by anything here, unless suffering a lack of exposure to historical musics that informs its song writing principles.

The one blemish that struck me is lyrical cohesion. Excelsis warms the soul with its gentle handling of mortality. Its practically a children lullaby. Perhaps there was an intended cynicism lost within its soothing tone. Other songs also carry a polar sentiment to the crudely poetic tongue in cheek satanic reverence that dominates half the tracks. For someone who often cares little for the weight of words, it didn't stunt my enjoyment but did seem a little odd as the record flows between extremes so well. 

Rating: 9/10

In The Woods... "Otra" (2025)

 

As the years stretch on, I find the frequent return of familiar acts to be hit and miss process. Fortunately for a reunited In The Woods..., passing a decade back together, my apatite for their nocturnal naturalist Pagan Metal is well intact. Although little in the way of surprise lays in wait, their seasoned competency in building strident atmospheres reigns supreme. Songs whisk by on the heels of a gallant rhythmic drive, galloping through the motions, steeped in textures, distortion synth and voice, these songs revel in the glory of the moment, adorned by melody that rarely subsides.

 The lightened heathen drawls of new front man Bernt Fjellestad simply delight in this renewed melodic focus. Between him and a sailing lead guitar, the fruits of rural melody gush with only brief pivots to howling screams and rattling blast beats nestled in between passageways. The Crimson Crown stands out as a fierce number, leaning into that heavier metallic side. It swings to opposition with a touch of intention, as some of the lightest instrumentation emerges, guitars withdrawing entirely. Beautiful acoustics crop up in the mix too as its seven songs explore a range of temperaments.

 Without dawdling into their "progressive" nature, each song masterfully entertains without deviations and tangents, never loosing sight of the overall theme. Thus its songs ebb and flow ever holding one in the present. With strong lyrics, easy flows and the occasional catchy wording, some songs slip into charming sing along moments too. Overall, a really well written record that's a delight to indulge with, never a lull or rushed moment, Otra is a graceful record with a tranquil spell fitting of this summery weather, despite some shackles from its nightly Black Metal influences.

Rating: 7/10

Backxwash "Only Dust Remains" (2025)

 

Taking a step back from the abrasive edges of Metal, Noise and Industrial, Canadian producer-rapper Backxwash returns carrying that stark Soulful pivot heard on Mukazi at His Happiness's conclusion. This new chapter shows signs of growth as Only Dust Remains' eight songs play tight and concise with a refined approach. Toning down aggression, dialing in human voices, choral, gospel and the like, the reoccurring themes of self doubt, identity, guilt, and life's woes wrapped in demonic metaphors, arrive through a shifting lens. Signs of maturity and evolution in perspective manifest through both Her lyrical and instrumental expressions.

Touches of reflection upon these dominant artist defining themes crop up among an arsenal of personal exorcisms. Wake Up plays a focal point, as cries to "wake up" from internalized suffering seem offset by lyrics delving into current affairs of war and politics, as she turns her attention to the pains of external matters. So to does the following Undesirable echo this shift as shouts of "grow the fuck up" cry out over its mellowed instrumental, a voice and string duet adorned by underlying piano chords.

Each song carry's a character best felt by enduring its duration as expressions manifest through the journey, as apposed to simply rocking a wild beat to latch onto. As such, personal preferences will illuminate these nurtured instrumentals. For me, the Dave Gilmore akin unending airy guitar solo of Stairway To Heaven and Dissociation's dreamy build up of uplifting energies were a keen highlight.

So to does its concluding title track turn a similar leaf to Mukazi. The album ends on a gorgeous note, a soothing instrumental encapsulating soulful warmth with a touch of beautiful melancholy. Its chorus hook a blissful one that seems a far cry from this artists roots. Only Dust Remains is a solid record, the brilliant union of expression driven by an artist handling both lyrics and production shines strong. It does however feel like a stepping stone between the past and future if this evolution continues on the next record, which I now eagerly anticipate even if it may be a few years away.

Rating: 8/10

Oscillotron "Cenotaph" (2025)

 

 With lowly expectation, I tentatively picked up this fresh three track from a once adorned Oscillotron. Still rocked by the horrors of an eight year weight, the cursed fuzz of unsavory one hour noise-piece Oblivion still echos in my ears. Cenotaph is another distillation of sound, honing in on tension, dread and menace through the aesthetic powers of masterfully crafted shadowy synth. Some of its tones echo the great astral charms of its predecessors but stripped of melody and percussive groove to shape its form, these synths linger and brood in passing paranoid episodes.

Dystopian in nature, dark nightly settings take hold as its textures conjure a sense of observed dangers in brutalist architectural landscapes. One can imagine futuristic visions of societies obscured by technological integrations run amuck. Lifeless arpeggios spin a sense of cold menace, a watchful automated eye, inhuman authority.

The title track plays a game of starting soft, subtle uplifting choral voices transform in to tense apparitions. Menta revels in its distorted rumbling, a sense of severance pervades as loneliness triumphs. Filter rocks Tangerine Dream inspired sequences, adding a touch of mystique and intrigue to the dreariness. Three classy executions, brief but vivid and engrossing. Could easily elevate visuals as music in cinema.

Rating: 5/10

The Underachievers "Homecoming" (2025)

 

With a golden glossy glow to illuminate prior triumphs in their trophy cabinet, the Flatbush duo solidify a concept hinged on their return. Its a homecoming alright, but this brief twenty minute flash in the pan falls short of a glory its album cover suggests. Its shockingly been over ten years since the peaks of Evermore and Cellar Door with activity dying off in proceeding years. It feels like The Underachievers should have left their collaborative legacy alone. The years of silence have not served them well.

Armed with luke-warm competent beats, the pair step into the booth lacking a sense of hunger or urgency that previously defined them. The grit and vitality is gone, in its absence, signs of age, where earned skills and proficiency carry them by on steady flows running rhymes on routine. Cadences barely shift, the tone is consistent, lacking an emotional attachment to the lyrical content. Things start of fair. Losing Feathers reflects on the past, sharing wisdoms and ripping on the laziness of a stoner lifestyle. Past this firm footing, reflective of the album's theme, songs quickly drift off topic, even straying into marijuana braggadocio, an odd contrast to the uplifting message of ditching this self indulged habit to do something meaningful with your time.

Homecoming is disappointing, a reunion of talented individuals lacking enthusiasm. They step back into their unique sound with no fresh ideas lyrically or instrumentally. After all these years, there was little bottled up that needed to be released.

Rating: 3/10

C418 "Wanderstop FM" (2025)

With fresh flavorful fruits flowing like a faucet, the lengthy quiet since Excursions seems like no absence at all. Creativity has been bottled up and unleashed, as another two hours gets bestowed upon unsuspecting listeners. Complimentary to the traditional, acoustic instrumentation of Wanderstop, a scenic, humble tone setting video game soundtrack, the other side of the coin drops. Caught adrift in nostalgic charm and ambiguous notions, Daniel's melodies arise again with his signature collision of EDM and Ambient. Familiarity runs amuck, as synthesizer tones, bass textures, production techniques and percussive arrangements brood with the fondness of his Minecraft hits and many memorable solo album songs.

 

It is only now, as I fumble over the track listing, I realize the eye grabbing quadrant album art represents four "channels", presumably the games radio stations. These temperament shifts were felt in listening sessions, as its initial run of quirky, upbeat "signature style" songs described above, suddenly pivot to cool mellow ambiences, temporal stints ruminating on the soothing calmness emanating from its core textures. 

 The third channel, "Sugar Cube" takes quite a stylistic leap. Melding its innocent melodies with a rural, farm life flavor. Competent but far shy of remarkable, these themes end up yielding to Daniel's EDM synthesizer instincts, progressing with House inspired beats. We drift further again with the last chapter, which lacks a particular theme or identity, seeming more like the leftovers from ideas explored before.

 

 Wanderstop FM is such a treat for fans. The core soundtrack gave us an particular avenue to enjoy but with these radio stations, we can revel in the broader spectrum of an artist who's set of sounds is always a pleasure.

 

Rating: 7/10

Spellling "Portrait Of My Heart" (2025)

 

Devoid of that alluring magic felt on The Turning Wheel, experimental musician and singer-songwriter Spellling returns with a stiff set songs to lend her hearty, endearing voice to instrumentals simply on a different wavelength. Rife with overt echo's of 90s Alternative Pop, 80s Classic Rock, Glam Rock and flashes of Prog Rock, even Metal in a single moment, these songs crudely show their inspirations. Its rough around the edges, garage aesthetic sounds fantastic yet clashes with a remarkably salient, soulful performance, expressing many personal, emotional themes through lyrical delivery.

I've tried to drill these songs into my mind with repeated exposure, that same gnawing clash barricades a charm clearly aimed for. One can hear the bold conceptual strides these numbers take. Bright ideas, yet lacking novelty in pursuit of convention over experimentation. With this shift in norms, a chemistry between voice and instrument falters, despite either doing nothing erroneous individually, together they lack spark.

This disposition left me with little to say, I could delve into the ideas explored deeper but with a lack of adoration, words for expressing my perception just don't flow. Still one to pay attention to, I hope she finds her way back to the unusual charms again.

Rating: 4/10

Trevor Something "The Shadow" (2025)

 

My introduction to Trevor Something was through his distinct covers of classic songs ranging from 80s Synthpop ear-bugs to 90s Alternative crooners and Industrial anthems. A treacherous terrain to navigate, traversed in complimentary nature to give those oldies a differed flavor. Comprised of original songs, The Shadow has to compete with those high standards. Taking such dreamy aesthetics to his own material, the chasm is felt raw across thirty tracks that fail to illuminate through melody, hook or lyricism. This record falls into the "vibes" category, establishing mood, then ruminating on it endlessly, without any spectacular musical ideas or deviation from the path.

Tracks play slow and sullen like sluggish fever dreams of self indulgent misery. Twisted to melodic might, reverb soaked synths delve into a cold Ethereal melancholy. Soft and soothing by design, these dreary yet absorbing synthetic soundscapes elongate melodies to the tune of sadness. Trevor's ghostly voice echos out above, downtrodden, drowning in the wounds of a self centered lifestyle's emotional loneliness. Heard best in his words, its catchier words echo a crude Manson.

 

The Shadow's architecture lacks diversity, its moods circle the drain. The title track catches an ear with some intriguing repeat cuts, caught between a record skip and digitized glitch, they create a momentary disoriented charm for attentive ears. Occasional vocal warbling encroaches into Mumble Rap vibes. Infrequent but a curious if only brief distinction. Spaced out percussion patterns occasionally go full Synthwave with gated tom drum fills. Once again a brief glimmer of deviation from the overall tone.

 

One can find a few favorite cuts that resonate well within this context. Numb The Pain and Die 1000x stood out for me. They seem a cut above the rest on a record devoid of hooks and memorable moments. Each song tends to melt into the next as feverish aesthetics overpower other fundamentals. A fair and entertaining listen for self indulgence that probably doesn't have the legs to stick in ones mind for too long.

 

Rating: 5/10