
Rating: 7/10

Rating: 7/10

Rating: 6/10

Rating: 8/10

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

My allure to this record arrived through Midnight & Angel. With tender voice, tight electro percussion and nightly synth melodies, this song conjured a kinship to Black Celebration, a record I adore and have always wanted to hear more of. Vows delivers that magic in moments but between its flushes of human emotive touch comes a mechanized industrial delve into aesthetic and groove that leaves a bold impression.
From Electro-Industrial to Noise, Synthpop to Darkwave, the California trio Matte Blvck command a spectrum appealing to both pop sensibilities and challenging aggressions. These songs revel in sharp potent synthetic aesthetics, assembling a gorgeous yet dystopian soundscape. Its vivid, striking, a crystal clear exploration of darkly futurist sci-fi imaginations, reflective of the modern state of music production.
The records structure is impressive, voiced tracks alternate with instrumentals that lean on percussive might and groove. Serving as shows of force, they signal talent, craft and care as its magnitudes shift focus. As a result, the album experience wins out. On the journey through its visions, strong touches of Synthwave, Techno, Trance and even a whiff of 90s Big Beat emerge. Vows is simply a delightful exploration of expression. A trove of treasures to return to and enjoy again. Truly impressive.
Rating: 8/10

Why did The Firm flop? Led by Dr. Dre's evolving production, this Rap super-group failed to garner merit from fans and critics alike. With three decades of distance amassed, not even nostalgia for classic 90s Hip Hop elevates its status, a mostly forgotten and overlook East-West collaboration with aims to end the rivalry.
Firmly rooted in concept and execution, The Album delves hard into Mafiaso Rap, a subgenre then in its prime. Chemistry between artists isn't its downfall. The concepts explored perhaps lack depth but my gut tells me they leaned to far into this Mafia lifestyle inspired motif. Its better tracks share something in common, a narrative. The best lyrical strides come through occasional story telling, leaving the bulk of the album recycling lifestyle braggadocio picture painting rhymes as its main thematic reflection.
The Album does give one a curious window into Dre's evolution. These beats pop off with snappy percussive drums, slick suggestive instruments, assembled tight and precise. For keen ears one can heard the aesthetic foundation for his classic 2001. Five Minutes To Flush slaps with a hard gated reverb bass kick. It recycles the synthetic vocal tricks heard on California Love. Firm Family share a spirit with Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek's Coming Of Age. I love hearing these links in Hip Hop records.
At the time, the star studded cast probably cast a big shadow of expectation. Revisiting this decades on with out any presumptions, a fair and competent record emerges. Armed with a diversity of beats for one to pick favorites, it ultimately lacks substance and depth in lyrics content, painting gangster portraits with predictable rhymes. As suggested earlier, it leans to hard on a single concept, lacking hooks and concepts to back it up. If you're not a fan of Mafiso Rap, this will be a tough sell.
Rating: 5/10

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



Cruising by on sing along anthemic vibes, Master Peace's debut delivers a riot of carefree youthful energy, an unapologetic love letter to the highs and lows of responsibility free young adulthood. Powered by gritty baselines, sharp rhythmic chops and catchy guitar riffs, their brood of Indie Rock echo's a spirit the best of Britpop once had to offer. Blur's Park life comes to mind, with many of these lyrics cutting resonate insights into modern British life. So to do melodies and grooves also evoke vague memories from our countries musical history. More notably, a few familiar The Prodigy synth tones crop up on its aptly integrated Dance Rock numbers.
This is all high praise, without a touch of plagiarism, Master Peace writes a new chapter of British Rock, every track hitting with an infectious intent. The song-writing is class, tight catchy songs with purpose. On occasions they play rough around the edges, peaking instruments ruffle the feathers with a shirty attitude. As the singer, Peace handles the grit and sleaze of shouty, loud speaker hooks, pivoting to smooth tuneful singing and all in between. Swaying between obvious influences, Indie Rock, Punk, Dance Rock. Soft flashes of Shoegaze, EDM and UK Hip Hop add to the mix, a fun upbeat party concoction, both serious and cheeky. A good listen front to back.
Ones personal taste will influence the album experiences topography. The warmth of Panic101, Start You Up and Happiness Is Love were peaks. Shangaladang and its reprisal Santiladang were valleys. I could see what they were going for, just not quite my cup of tea. How To Make A Master Peace is a fast and brief record, a half hour of power totally worth checking out if you're fond of British sounding music.
Rating: 8/10

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

Following up on The Life Of A Showgirl, Midnights hasn't exactly illuminated her broad appeal but perhaps such pursuits are an aimless distraction. Its an entertaining record, yet perplexing with its split lyrical directions. Home to my favorite Swift song, the anthemic Anti-Hero, Its introspective maturity and witty sentimentality stand in deep contrast to low point Karma, a spiteful revel in another's misfortune. It plays like a revenge track, harnessing the idea of karma in a rather un-spirited derisive gloat.
This contrast in tone highlights a spectrum of topicality marred by polarization. Taylor grapples with personal battles, fame, stardom and relationship woes from humble points of self critique to then lashing back with jeering ridicules and needling taunts. Fortunately, much of Midnights is the former with Vigilante Shit being a primary example of Taylor slipping into a meaner demeanor. It paints a troubled impression, the drive of emotional weights unable to resolve an anchor in stormy weathers.
That song highlights a reoccurring musical aesthetic of the record, Bedroom Pop, akin to Billie Eilish in my limited range of reference. Its a snug, cozy tone. Stripped back sleepy beats and subtle dreamy synths downplaying melody for dusky twilight atmospheres. Swaying with lunar Electronic tones and Synthpop influences, the music often slips into nocturnal Dream Pop territory with a touch of Ethereal charm. Softened yet modern murmurs of whirling Berlin Synth nestle in the velvet backdrops, playing into a partial minimalism production style as Taylor is given a limelight to shine.
Her singing is quite hit and miss for me. Occasionally striking gold with the whispery mustering magic of Lavender Haze yet much of her deliveries play mediocre. Picking up on more tropes and quirks, the rising vocal inflections at the end of sentences perk the ears. These techniques and others sometimes land but often feel like a bit of a clutch. She can certainly align the stars with impressive magnitude but like on The Life Of A Showgirl, the luminosity sparkles for just a couple of tracks and moments. Her inflections and lyrical cadences seeming like the core chemistry landing inconsistently.
Rating: 5/10

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