Den Sorte Død "Hemmeligheden Bag Den Sorte Slanges Konstellation" (2025)

 

Named after the black death plague that riddled the middle ages, Den Sorte Død unsurprisingly burrow into a solemn funeral gloom with this morose offering. It strikes me as a series of epitaphs, strung together across six lengthy numbers with a latent sense of reoccurring theme. Musical tones linger with grace on the sorrows of man faced with perilous suffering, a reflection of darkness felt through glum melody and decedent tempo, as opposed to a stylistic plunge into aesthetic depravity.

Thus a curious soothing magic emerges, as yawning church organs brood and deep bass murmurs in its lethargy. A calming sense of ease overcomes when in the background. At the foreground of ones attention, the weighty burden of mortal death is ever present. Woven together with subtle intent, Berlin School synths whirl and pine in soft majesty.Touches of ghoulish horror show tropes shine through on occasion too.

No individual track stands out. As the record cycles through its various instrumental compositions, one gets a sense of recycling chemistries, as if revisiting a sombre motif explored earlier. This all plays into its construct, a morbid dwelling on mournful woes. That's at least as I experienced it. A translation of "Hemmeligheden Bag Den Sorte Slanges Konstellation" speaks to something astral and cosmic, which I did not get the mildest sense of, however its synths could be conductive to such a suggestion.

Rating: 6/10

Stray From The Path "Euthanasia" (2022)

  

Hardcore veterans Stray From The Path have been at it for a couple decades now. Joining in the fun at their tenth album may leave out some context, however it became swiftly apparent how to describe them. Offspring of Rage Against The Machine, these rockers update that iconic progenitor Rap Metal sound with an intensity befitting of Metallic Hardcore, armed with dense assault of seven string Djent guitar tones.

In your face, left leaning political statements sit front and center. Shout rapped by an aggressive Thomas Williams, his confrontational, agitating messaging sounds like Zack De La Rocha on steroids. So too do guitar grooves follow the Tom Morello playbook, downplaying melody and in general incorporating far more modern Metalcore ideas into their songs, with frequent mosh friendly riffs and fiery breakdowns.

 As such, their overt influences fade from focus on its many harder hitters. Superbly executed, yet lacking distinction, they sound a touch cookie-cutter in a crowded Hardcore scene. When falling back to leaner Rage influences, like on Law Abiding Citizen, front man Williams lacks a knack to deliver an ear worming memorable hook.

This magnetism towards comparison bestows a weighty burden when walking in the shadows of greatness. Despite that, Euthanasia is tight, a hard hitting, bombastic record, loaded with intensity and anger. Entertaining, yet some of its political messages provoke a sense of cringe when walking a hard line in the face of complexity and nuance. Not enough to turn one off from the frantic fun!

Rating: 7/10

Yagya "Vor" (2025)

Vor feels like a valiant return to fundamentals, that familiar mesmerizing magic spun to a new level of aesthetic excellence. The entrancing hallmarks of Dub Techno remain intact, soothing synths jostle in a haze of dramatic reverb to deliver dense, wondrous atmospheres. A slightly unsettled yet blissful tone bestows one, as inconsequential meandering melodies resonate a naturalistic beauty. The soft power of deep bass and Downtempo grooves aid these suggestions of chilling, tundra landscapes.

 

So to does its snowy cover art. Each song gently broods, easing its way into the dreamy rhythmic sway. Illusive tunes give way to pulsating thuds of bass drum kicks and stabbing wave saw synths. With crafty deception the walls of sound engulf us. Often built alongside northern countryside sounds, the crashing of waves, howling winds and squawking of distant birds, one is persuaded to its visual conjuring.

 

Icy caves, frozen mountains and snow smothered forests, their is no doubt the native Icelandic winter gives rise to these stunning Ethereal experiences. Nothing unexpected in its familiar construct, yet astonishing by the weighty power it holds. Its two halves, Vor and Haust, did suggest a shift in tones on paper but the whole thing flows as one, eight glorious shades of superb and dreamy Dub Techno.

 

Rating: 8/10

Dynatron "Beyond Space" (2025)

  

Bridging Synthwave and Cosmic Ambience, Dynatron returns from a four year silence with this soothing astral inspired pair of tracks. These two halves delve into nightly aspirations. Powered by mid-tempo groove, the simple pleasures of a snare to kick sway play repetitive but serve its purpose. Around this drive, tuneful melodies jostle for focus, changing focus whilst a bunch of airy saw synths conjure its dreamy stargazing atmosphere. Lined with the expectant gated tom fills and glossy synth tones, it checks all cliche Synthwave boxes. The calmer demeanor tilts towards that sense of ambience but it is mostly in name this suggestion directs ones imagination to the night sky. Unremarkable yet competently executed, I'm mildly excited for what might follow, a possible full length indulgence would be most welcome.

Rating: 3/10

Willow "The 1st" (2017)

 

Armed with a charming youthful naivety, Willow's sophomore effort gracefully dodges its own awkward imitations as inspiration and "talent" saves its heartfelt expressions from mockery. Venturing dangerously near the pitfalls of teenage philosophy, her introspective self expressions carry an emotional weight and sincerity that is hard to ignore. Sentiments extending beyond herself scarcely play hollow however the personal insights seem befitting of the records peculiar coffee shop tone.

Backed by sullen, broody instrumentals, strings, pianos and acoustic guitars start out on a Classical tone. Track by track the setting inches into different territories through minimalist compositions that leave a lot of airy space for its inconsequential melodies to drift by. Picking up pace and intensity, things brighten up as sounds of New Age, Soul, Dream Pop and Alternative Rock start to color these intentionally stripped back songs. The final few tracks then lean into a folksy current that was always present.

These thirty four minutes drift by without a misstep yet feel just out of reach from something grander. Early on, Willow's singing contrasts the backings, drifting above with a sense of free flowing expression. Later, the two find unison. Along the way, a few obvious echos of 90s singer-songwriters make themselves known. Considering her trajectory, the creativity expressed here is enjoyable but is yet to really click.

Rating: 6/10

Amebix "Monolith" (1987)

 

I'll conclude my curiosity here, with the bands final original works of this era. Monolith, an overt Motorhead inspired step closer to Heavy Metal territory, fails to inspire as a grander heathen vision meets its Crust Punk roots. If anything, its the gritty, rotten rumble of the later that holds it back. Guitar melodies and song structures strive for a sullen burley might but fall short through this tarnished aesthetic tone. Its a messy record, slopy and loose performances birth dreary dismal moods. Some of its grooves and scaling power chord riffs try to escape this grasp but these creative strides seem to unravel unremarkably into a monotone grind. Its better songs kick off the record with some promise but rather swiftly the unrelenting gray dulls these forgiving ears.

Rating: 3/10

Ice-T "O.G. Original Gangster" (1991)

 

Godfather of Gangster Rap and front man for the cop killing Body Count, Ice-T courts controversy with an unfiltered, unapologetic rawness. A subversive force of intellect, Ice masks deeper realities trough his gritty portrayal of street life in LA. Original Gangster affirms his authority on the matter whilst ringing off a long list of social portrayals and systemic grievances. Direct yet difficult, his lyricism runs crude and humorous, blurring lines between tongue in cheek and reality. At times he flows firm and plain yet in a moment can delve into wordplay. Wherever his cadence leads, Ice rarely deviates, sticking to his themes, which each track delivers with focused intent.

Clocking in at a lengthy seventy two minutes, the twenty four tracks chop by with snarky interludes between softened noisy Bomb Squad style sampling. It banging beats rock with late 80s drum loops, keeping energy high. Overall the aesthetic style sounds a year or two behind the cutting edge but its substance triumphs in the face of an ever changing scene. Midnight marks a shift in tone, sampling Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath a dark, grizzly, eerie Rap horror show emerges. This lays foundations for Ice-T to show his metallic edge, as the record also houses a Body Count track to cross pollinate his audience, something completely unheard of for the time.

These tone shifts shake up the second half another, The Tower, reusing John Carpenter's Halloween theme to chilling, haunting effect. It does blemish the flow considering how tight these upgraded, authentic post-N.W.A gangster raps are. It's been decades since I last spun this classic. It holds up well. A powerful listen by a master rhymer who can hold your attention with his direct penmanship. Classic!

Rating: 8/10

Willow "Willow" (2019)

 

This self titled affair is brief, yet concise. At twenty two minutes, it stretches the definition of an album but arrives conceptually complete. A raw expression of her emotions, Willow's voice flourishes within humble settings. Driven by mellow steely acoustic guitar chords, strummed over warm sluggish baselines and stiff percussion, a motif of simplicity emerges. Reveling in its chemistry, these songs linger on aesthetic pleasures driven by Willow's arrival into these direct, uncluttered compositions.

The mood is dreamy, a touch Ethereal, swaying from dreary spells of soft melancholy to subdued drives of Psychedelic Rock and Folk. Enchanting touches of R&B and Soul echo through the vocal setting. Overall, a soothing, chill experience with just a couple swells of grabbing intensity. Willow amps up her voice on the livelier closing Overthinking It and the Shoegaze conclusion to PrettyGirlz both perk the ears.

Like A Bird and Samo Is Now caught my attention for the plucked acoustic licks reminiscent of the charming acoustic breaks I've adored in some Metal artists. That tone immediately wins me over. As a whole, this self titled stint packs a punch but perhaps lacks some follow through or surprises along the way. Its decent but that's all.

Rating: 5/10

Amebix "Arise!" (1985)

Further exploring suggestions of proto-Black Metal coincidences we arrive at Arise! Amebix's sophomore effort venturing in 80s Heavy Metal. Casting of the shackles noisy Crust Punk tonality, stiff power chord oriented songs march through a metallic demeanor skating into Post-Punk territory for its hooks. Cutting riffs rot under tom pounding drums that lack an articulation fit for metallic aggression. Gruff heathen shouts spew forth, lacking charm, crying over a sea of mediocrity making strides for big theatrics. It falls short as repetitive song writing tends to sell its vision short.

Touches of something medieval, barbaric, even tribal emerge through lyrical suggestions and pounding repetition. Devoid of melody, this idea mostly emanates from front man Rob Miller. His rural presence conjuring similarities to an early Bathory. Songs could swiftly be transformed into grand visions with outbreaks of triumphant lead guitar melody, however they remain confined to the grinding shred and gallop of Heavy Metal rhythm guitar. Although to dated for my taste, it has some curious merits.

Rating: 4/10

Amebix "No Sanctuary" (1983)

 

Having recently entered some conversations on the origins of proto-Black Metal, this British Crust Punk outfit share some peculiar similarities at times with Bathory and to a lesser extent Venom. Given the confrontational nature of this music and expanding exploration of extremity, this seems a case of retroactive co-incidence, given a lack of mention from any originators of second wave Black Metal.

My ears immediately turn to fellow Post-Punk era Killing Joke. With a menacing fuzz of dissonance powered by a repetitive rhythm section, crashing walls of scratchy lead guitar noise wails alongside angered shouts of rage. Its gritty production rolls the instruments into an atonal mess of texture, spewing forth an unsettled mood. Lacking ferocity, these grizzly soundscapes make one feel like an observer, detached from gruesome atrocities the topicality likely depicts, given its harrowing cover art.

Mid-tempo marches revel in grinding repetition. Baselines articulate iterations, dodge a sense of melody whilst adding expression. The music routinely drags itself along with its charm seemingly buried in these strange chromatic rumblings. Barbaric strikes of percussion interrupt without groove, crafting a sense of anti-music inspirations.

Control seems to be the one song connected to Bathory. Its heathen like vocal choir tilts the atmosphere to something satanic and mysterious. The suggestion shapes its shredding guitar riff to a similar tilt. In juxtaposition, at the other end of the record, Sunshine Ward goes in an entirely different direction, sounding like The Cure or possibly a parody of. Interesting listen, curious atmosphere but not a lot to latch onto.

Rating: 5/10

Burzum "Filosofem" (1996)

 

With a stroke of genius, Hvis Lyset Tar Oss broke ground on what Black Metal could be. Its popular predecessor Filosofem, further explores this atmospheric angle. Shifting tone and temperament in slight degrees, Varg returns with the usual sentiments of mother natures harsh realities, lonesome, esoteric and fantastical. Consciously lowering fidelity somewhat, loose distant drums, simmering fuzzy guitars and half spoken distortions of English lyrics embark on lengthy marches. Another flavor of his crude yet deeply effective atmospheres.

Exploring potent chemistries Dunkelheit and Erbicket pace through mid tempo storms of gnarly fuzz, illuminated by soft synth tones. The latter's eclipsing keyboard melody simply unforgettable. They breed an usual tension accepting inner peace and mortal death. Between them, Jesus' Tod runs rampant into the darkness, cycling mean, sinister riffs through hurtling blast beats. Completely unrelenting, only its catchy melody offers relief to its ceaseless nature.

In my opinion the record should have concluded with Rundgang, a twenty five minute minimalist piece evoking transient spiritual sentiments. Often erroneously compared to Tomhet, its soothing tone and curiously introspective mood plays like a headspace alteration, more so than a song. It won me over decades ago, a perfect companion for lonely night walks through forest and fields lit by moonlight. It holds a mesmerizing magic I only hope others can encounter too.

Either side of this track lay the two halves of Gebrechlichkeit, a destitute experience built on sullen guitar riffs and sluggish, melancholic synth melodies. Lacking drums and its second instance simply pulling the groaning vocals of despair, it seems as if an unfinished track has been used to pad out the records duration, leaving its later half primed for skipping over. This is where it loses merit. This could have been another classic, given how undeniable its opening trilogy of song are.

Rating: 9/10

Hades "...Again Shall Be" (1994)

 

Exploring the other works of Burzum's producer Pytten, I happened across ...Again Shall Be. I'd probably checked them out decades ago but with a refined ear for Viking Metal, it caught my attention as an early hybrid of the later and Black Metal. Fellow Norwegians Hades embody an early Immortal sound, who Pytten also worked with. Gristly narrow guitar distortions drone, intertwined with throat wrenching screams. They meld together in med tempo grooves with powerful thunderous drums and meaty yet tuneful basslines. Song shift between sways of metallic and raw atmosphere. Along its journey melodies conjure echo's of ancestral roots, yielding the sinister format to their heathen vision. So to do acoustic guitars and burly clean voices wage in on swaying the darkness to evoke folksy cries of a harsh rural godless communion.

As the record settles in, repetition becomes a sticking point. After a few tracks, its darkly agitated temperament begins to drone. Songs proceed at a steady pace, rarely breaking form. When a simple synth note arrives at The Ecstasy Of An Astral Journey's conclusion, its elevates the song greatly. This is attributed to a need for change, more so than compositional merits. After all, its a single note. A couple other songs have brief acoustic breaks that perk the ear. Otherwise the record feels like an endless repetition of its main theme heavily inspired by the likes of Bathory's Black and Viking eras. Its left me bereft of remarks beyond enjoying this vision which swiftly tires beyond enduring ten minutes of its diminished ideas.

Rating: 5/10

Burzum "Et Hvitt Lys Over Skogen" (1998)

Paired with yet another demo of Lost Wisdom, Et Hvitt Lys Over Skogen reaches us via bootleg release. Its a nine minute epic pulled from Hvis Lyset Tar Oss. Why it was removed? A total mystery. This is a mighty fine song, heard through a muddied recording. One can imagine its aesthetic matching that fine record. Musically, Its construct has a foot in each camp. Some riffs conjure the metallic temperaments of his earlier works. The other revels in harsh naturalistic atmospheric. The pivots between these halves flow wonderfully. Approaching its midpoint, power chord arrangements coalesce with a triumphant chest thumping march. After, blast beats erupt and shadowy riffs call with nefarious inclinations. Another enchanting song but on this analytical reflection, I see how Varg may have felt the song repeats ideas explored before, only partially realizing the visionary direction of that record.

Rating: 4/10

Paths Of The Eternal "Esoteric Rites" (2024)

 

Esoteric Rites caught my ear with its fragrant attempt to establish fresh fantastical territory within a tired genre. For that, I commend the effort, however it falls short of clicking into place. Seeking out unusual aesthetics, estranged synth tones clash through both melody and tone. These wild compositions rest upon musical theory, as instruments dance is a peculiar limbo, absent of chemistry. Drums bang away, stiff and jolted. A sense of tribal influence permeates some of its percussive lines. The basic samples and swift attack delivery lacks a nuance to sell us on its purpose beyond keeping pace. Around them, a cast of lead melodies from fantasy, to eerie, esoteric and mysterious, plunder away through its curious make up.

Across its twelve track a few bright sparks bluster but its mostly blunder as atmosphere rarely settles into distinction. One can hear the allure of certain visions accustom to Dungeon Synth and Fantasy music but core themes are dragged through a dimensional paradox of crossed wires and inverted tensions. I'm most fond of the opening title track, a fever dream collapsing into itself. Here the unusual temperament yields a riveting peculiarity but beyond this first impression, the music is lacking a deeper substance. It entertains, a handful of melodies charm but as a whole Esoteric Rites fails to land its flight with gratification.

Rating: 4/10

Burzum "Hvis Lyset Tar Oss" (1994)

 

Enter a naturalist sublime, as inspiration finds it form, the stars align. Opening with a spirited union of mystic synthtone and sizzling guitar distortion, we embark through three minutes of atmospheric bliss, isolated with the cruel beauty of mother nature. Estranged and peculiar as ever, this is Burzum's peak, perfecting aesthetic, craft and vision. Its opener, Det Som Engang Var, sharing name with his previous album, then roars into life. A barrage of tumbling tom fills ushers in an iconic, anthemic riff. Triumphant and resolute, it plays like a battle cry from a Bathory classic. The song swings between these juxtaposing temperaments, laying in simplistic lead guitar overtones at the midpoint to slip us along the songs lengthy final passage, which further revels in its arcane guitar distortion and korg/cassio synth chemistry.

Title track Hvis Lyset Tar Oss leans into darkness. Blast beats and grizzly guitar grinding turns attention to the broody harmonizing bassy synth lurching below the songs unrelenting march. After a couple of minutes the pace thickens, a hard snare strike leading charge as fuzzy guitar chord arrangements breed emotional relief among its harsh offerings. Venturing deeper, the grind shifts again, pierced by Varg's despairing howls. Returning to its opening stature, an unsettled conclusion emerges as flickers of lead guitar overtone offer little more than reinforcing its darkly premise.

My absolute favorite track, Inn I Slottet Fra Droemmen, offers up the brutality of frozen landscapes. Resolute in its repetitive, obnoxious grind, a chilling thrash of harsh riffs bombards. The wobbling high baseline furthering its gratifying peculiarity. Grinding through dissonance, it eventually releases this tension for moments of worldly reflection as those stunning synths re-emerge alongside string plucking riffs that revel in the messy guitar distortion. Teasing the release of its steady build up, the climax is godly. When drums crash in, its conclusive riff roars triumphant and eternal. Its peak, yet somehow, Varg yields more, lining up gratifying riffs, the return of harmonizing synths and a glorious guitar lead for an unforgettable spiritual experience.

At its conclusion, we a treated again to visionary offerings. Although easily associated with the retroactive Dungeon Synth label, Tomhet transcends. Seemingly a simple arrangement based on minimalism, the chemistry of its tones, octave shifting whistle and subtle percussive thud birth something remarkable. Meditative, introspective, lonesome... insert all your adjectives here! So much is conjured from so little, highlighting our deep humanist connection to music. The midpoint pivots entirely to a new construct, refining its calming powers and evoking even more curiosity. After some minutes, a gentle drum pattern emerges alongside this soulful flute melody that somehow makes sense of all this spiritual peculiarity. Such a remarkable record.

Rating: 10/10