Ordeals – Third Rail Prayer Review

By Spicie Forrest

Sometimes called the live rail, the third rail runs alongside the New York City Subway tracks, carrying electrical current enough to power the trains’ motors—or kill those who accidentally touch it. In a political context, the term refers to subjects dangerous enough to ruin careers. I learned this while researching Ordeals’ debut album, Third Rail Prayer. This NYC trio formed in 2011 and released two EPs and a split in the 14 years since.1 Influenced by the Australian scene, Ordeals promises a serpentine, subterranean blend of black and death metal, garnished with quiet grandiosity. Will Third Rail Prayer jumpstart their burgeoning career, or are they dead on arrival?

What Ordeals lacks in recognition, they offset with strong musicianship. Blackened riffs, courtesy of bassist/guitarist Illuminated, roil and surge like a sturgeon just beneath the surface, constantly shifting and reappearing through tempo shifts and key changes (“Throes”). Tremolo-heavy passages like those on “Suffer Cursed Ordeals” invoke Abominator and instill a sense of urgency and desperation. The bass most often acts as foil for the guitar, adding depth and texture to each track, but there are moments, like the back half of Skeletonwitched “Emerge,” where it takes center stage. Drummer Bellum loves a good blast beat, but he has a wealth of percussive techniques at his disposal. His kitwork is dynamic and energetic, and he drives the album with a varied and masterful hand. Bellum sets the tone (“Scorn Ceremony”), guides transitions (“Third Rail Prayer,” “Suffer Cursed Ordeals”), and keeps the album moving at an enjoyable and engaging pace.

A sectarian, ritualistic energy pervades Third Rail Prayer. Rather than high-pitched rasps, Zealous Hellspell mostly employs full-throated roars and shouts like Uada or Rotting Christ, evoking clandestine religious ceremonies or the recitation of some dark magic (“Triumph,” “Suffer Cursed Ordeals”). Though Ordeals bills themselves as blackened death, my ears hear a fair—and quite competent—share of doom, as “Throes” and “Triumph” build delightfully unsettling tension with stately Candlemass-esque riffcraft. The patient bass and inexorable drums of “Scorn Ceremony” paint a picture of evil sacraments and recall the backwater cult vibes of Choir. Ordeals releases that tension to great effect, too. In conjunction with Hellspell’s fanatical roars, Illuminated and Bellum often end songs by whipping each other into a spiraling dionysian fervor reminiscent of Kvaen’s “The Funeral Pyre” (“Third Rail Prayer,” “Throes,” “Emerge”). Contrary to my expectations, crafting this ceremonial, almost liturgical atmosphere is where Ordeals truly excels.

The atmospheric, doom-laden high points of Third Rail Prayer make for an ironic prime criticism. When Ordeals channels Solitude Aeternus or Solstice, their measured, dignified songcraft and palpable atmosphere far outstrip anything else on the album. Make no mistake, Third Rail Prayer is an enjoyable ride front to back, but Ordeals’ blacker, deathier portions feel lackluster by comparison. While Zealous Hellspell’s rapturous howling helps stretch that atavistic spirit over the whole album, the same can’t be said of Illuminated and Bellum’s contributions. When Ordeals’ focus shifts from doom to another subgenre, I’m left impatiently waiting for their focus to shift back. The synergy and flow in those Sabbathian passages is so comprehensive, it’s ultimately frustrating that there’s not more of it here.

Third Rail Prayer employs a kitchen sink approach, showing off a little bit of everything the band can do. Ordeals plays good black metal and good death metal, but they play great high (blackened) doom. On Third Rail Prayer, Ordeals treats their best characteristic as just another tool in their belt. This debut serves as a 40-minute proof of concept, albeit an unfocused one.2 If they can hone in on their strengths—stately, doomy songcraft and palpably ceremonious atmosphere—and use them as a solid foundation moving forward, they’ll create something great in a sea of good. Ordeals is not a band to be slept on, and I have high expectations for them in the future.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Labels: Eternal Death
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Releases Worldwide: September 26th, 2025

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Extortionist – Stare into the Seething Wounds Review

By Dear Hollow

Although my love for metal has its origins in the -core movement, it’s largely passed me by in the years since. New artists come and go, and the next thing I know, my favorite metalcore songs were all released in 2015 or earlier. Extortionist is also one of those bands I neglected, but when I first heard them, I immediately clocked it was not The Contortionist. With no prog in sight, Extortionist is known for their blend of deathcore, metalcore, and nu-metal, which has me running for the Tums right away. Oh, and they’re also known for supplementing their open snare tone by assaulting a metal beer keg with a baseball bat – beer to wash the antacid down, I guess. Anyway, here’s Extortionist’s fourth full-length.

If you clued in that Stare into the Seething Wounds looks like a Korn album cover, complete with warped symbols of childhood fed through the Tim Burton-on-weed machine, you’re dead-on. More than other “nu” acts like ten56. or Motionless in White, Idaho’s Extortionist sounds like these “on the kob” legends or Alice in Chains in its more subdued moments – complete with wonky guitar effects and vocalist Ben Hoagland’s best impression of Jonathan Davis. However, its less restrained identity enacts a brand of brutality seen in Bodysnatcher or The Last Ten Seconds of Life, weaponizing belligerent roars that recall Upon a Burning Body’s Danny Leal atop crushing breakdowns and thick riffs. Layering nu-metal’s wonky effects and lazy vocals with deathcore’s fat-bottomed tone abuse one song after another with the band’s signature drum production, the two faces of Extortionist are initially appealing, but by the end of Stare into the Seething Wounds, you’ll want to slap them both.

The subtler side of Extortionist is a more atmospheric and deadlier version of Korn’s melodies and Nirvana’s watery effects, focusing on drawling baritone vocals and short-lived random explosions into metalcore chugs. Achieving a sort of sonic haze through these means, the potential resemblance to Deftones in its layers of opaque instrumentals and minor chord progressions is a tempting one that ultimately falls flat. The dynamics are simply not there, as Extortionist will shift from the Davis drawl to a chuggy deathcore breakdown with Hoagland’s vocals providing the only crescendo. If heavier combinations of “Freak on a Leash” and “Come As You Are” sound like a good time to you, these tracks might satisfy (“The Break I Couldn’t Mend,” “Submit to Skin,” “Dopamine,” “Low Roads,” “Do You See It?”) – even if the band at large sorely lacks the charisma or songwriting chops to pull it off. These tracks end up being dull interludes between the slightly more interesting core exposés.

If being bored to tears is not your game, Extortionist’s numbskull brutality might appeal to you. Channeling a nu-metal-influenced, deathcore-forward breed of intensity that recalls early Crystal Lake or Alpha Wolf, the straightforwardness is at least unpretentious. Even then, some timing issues, usually tempo disparities between breakdown callouts and the breakdowns themselves, keep some tracks from achieving the soundtrack to the pit they so desperately strive for (“Cycle of Sin,” “Starve”). Even the more bulletproof metalcore/deathcore tracks (“Aftermath of Broken Glass,” “Detriment,” “Invisible Scars (Part III)”) offer no reason to listen to Extortionist compared to the plethora of -core rip-offs – these tracks are fast and solidly composed, featuring bone-crushing breakdowns but that’s about it: better incarnations exist in early The Plot in You and Loathe. A blessing and a curse, drummer and keg abuser Vince Alvarez’s performance is the clear highlight amid the sea of boredom and monotony, but that signature production and reverb manage to inflate the mix to something that clashes with the breakdowns and riffs, feeling lazy in the busy, overfilled attack.

For a very bloated forty-eight minutes, Extortionist blurs the lines between nu-metal, metalcore, and deathcore – their stark dichotomy of grungy drawling and brutalizing breakdowns ultimately boils down to boring and monotonous. However, if you ever forget that this is deathcore or metalcore, there will be a ten-ton breakdown to remind you. If you ever forget this is nu-metal, Hoagland will growl some off-beat “oh-oh,” “fuck,” or “yeah” faster than you can say “da-boom-da-da-mmm-dum-na-ee-ma.” All this to say, maybe I should have left Extortionist back in 2015 – peel away the cringe and novelty of Stare into the Seething Wounds and what looks so strong, so delicate.

Rating: 1.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Unique Leader Records
Websites: extortionist.bandcamp.com | extortionist.co | facebook.com/ExtortionistNW
Releases Worldwide: October 10th, 2025

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Testament – Para Bellum Review

By Steel Druhm

The greats of the original American thrash scene have fallen on hard times of late. Metallica dropped a predictably disappointing platter that critics still hailed as genius, Megadeth is Megadeth, Anthrax is MIA, and Slayer is in assisted living. These days, it seems like only Overkill still stands strong and defiant, defending the old guard. But let us not forget about Testament. I’ll always have a soft spot in my jaded metal heart for them. I fondly remember seeing them open for Slayer back in 87 when no one knew who they were and their debut was weeks from dropping. Despite a stereotypically unfriendly Slayer crowd, they won us over fast with macho thrash and Chuck Billy’s larger-than-life presence. Those early albums were stone-cold classics, and they’ve weathered the storms of time and trend without too many disasters. Still, thrash is a fickle mistress, and diminishing return stalks us all. That brings us to album 13, Para Bellum. Can these olden dawgs deliver something fresh and vital? They certainly bring some surprises to the party this time at the very least.

Things kick off intensely with “For the Love of Pain,” which is fast and furious thrash with a heaping helping of black metal influence. Some sections feel like epic second-wave blasting, and though Testament dabbled in this sound before, this is closer to Eric Petterson’s Dragonlord project than the band have drifted before. I don’t dislike it, and the blackened elements give their sound a kick in the arse for sure. They even cram in some djenty bits to further shake the stew. “Infanticide A.I.” keeps the blackened elements for a raging thrasher that borders on grind at times. Riffs fly every which way, Chuck sounds genuinely insane, and the drums blast you a new asshole for free. It’s not what I consider a Testament classic, but it shows these guys can still bring it hard when they want. From there, things wander around a bunch. You get a big, epic dose of emotional power balladry in “Meant to Be,” where Testament flexes their emo sadboi muscles and throw major pathos and beautiful playing your way. Then they digress into hard rock/metal light on “Nature of the Beast.” This sounds like Testament covering a Saxon song, and that idea sounds better on paper than on wax.

Oddly, most of my favorite tracks arrive late in the game. Starting with “Room 117,” Testament lock into a late-album groove with slick, memorable writing that sticks like a greased-up prison shank. It’s a slick blend of vintage Testament and classic metal, and they pull it off perfectly with scads of great vocal hooks and memorable guitar moments. The chorus is a winner, and it reminds me of the stuff off Practice What You Preach. “Havana Syndrome” is even better, finding that sweet spot between the classic Testament sound and 80s metal, with a distinct NWoBHM influence in the leads. The closing title track is overstuffed with ideas, but most of them are good, and the blend of thrash, classic metal, and blackened bits works well. Are there downers? Well, I don’t love the aforementioned “Nature of the Beast,” and “High Noon” with its Wild West gunslinger theme is cheesy as fook. That leaves Para Bellum a mixed bag of nuts and bolts, and the band’s genre-hopping makes the album feel incohesive at times, but there are more wins than losses on the scoreboard.

Given the musical talent that adorns a Testament album, you know you’ll get a cosmic fuckton of highly polished playing, and Para Bellum is full of impressive performances. Eric Peterson and Alex Skolnick are as good a guitar tandem as there is, and no matter what genre they dip into, they do it rich, creamy justice. The level of ferocity they lock into on tracks like “Infanticide A.I.” is shocking for greybeards like them, and the sheer emotional payout on “Meant to Be” is something else. Steve DiGiorgio is a bass legend, and he’s fairly audible on most tracks, his bubbling, rumbling basslines adding depth and weight to the material. New drummer Chris Dovas (ex-Seven Spires) is a top-level kitman, providing a large collection of beats, fills, rolls, and raw thunder. Do I wish Gene Hoglan were back there still? Of course. Can Dovas get the job done? Absolutely. And then there’s Big Chuck. He sounds youthful, large, and in charge, showing a lot more versatility than you might expect as he moves from thrash barks to blackened screams and clean singing. Talent is everywhere, and only a few songwriting kerfuffles dent the soup can.

So Testament lands on the right side of the thrash grave for another release. Para Bellum won’t replace the debut or The New Order in your hearts, but it’s a worthy addition to their oeuvre and shows them embracing diverse elements rather than just rehashing old ideas. Kudos to them for that! Keep on aging gracefully, gents.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Nuclear Blast
Websites: testamentlegions.com/site | facebook.com/testamentlegions | instagram.com/testamentofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 10th, 2025

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Coastlands – Coastlands Review

By Twelve

Coastlands hail from Orlando in the United States and are clear purveyors of post. At least, that was my first thought when I skimmed the promo copy we received for their self-titled sophomore release. After all, it’s self-titled, it’s got that nifty cover art, the song titles are all single words, and the Bandcamp embed uses lowercase. That’s post, friends. Generally, I’ve been hit-or-miss on post-metal—I value its atmospheres and unique emotional spectrum, but dislike the straightforwardness a lot of post-metal artists employ. So Coastlands seemed like a promising album, one that suggested feeling, growth, and artistry from passionate musicians. Does it deliver on my slightly lofty expectations?

At first, it’s a little hard to tell, because Coastlands opens fairly quietly. There’s a distorted haze, a creeping, building tune on the keys, and some distant vocals. Here and there, a blast emerges from the gloom—a synth hit here, a crash there—but the whole is static and fog and it’s hard to tell exactly what you’re in for. That’s opener “See,” but it’s ironically the follower, “Hollowing,” that provides clarity. Far more “musical,” “Hollowing” builds on the Coastlands sound, a huge, distorted creature of post-metal with hardcore influence and an atmospheric fog that often erupts with intense passages of screaming and anger. Between these moments, synths, guitars, and plaintive, post-esque clean singing keep a balance. In this way, Coastlands is an album that doesn’t fully commit to either side of the post-metal pendulum. It is plaintive, raging, expansive, and straightforward, all at once.

It is also dense—very, very dense. Practically every instrument is heavily distorted or wet. The guitars in particular are so much so as to make individual riffs nearly indiscernible, and the bass has a similar treatment—it may as well be a second guitar for how much presence it has. Every hit on the snare drum reverberates (probably too much, but it is in line with the rest of the music). The piano is the only instrument really spared this treatment, I imagine, to make it stand out more against the harsher elements of Coastlands’s music. Even so, they echo, and the synths on the other side crackle with the rest. The result is that if you aren’t paying close attention, the songs start to blur together. “Neverhere” can easily pass you by if you’re not watching out for it, despite its comparatively uplifting vocal melodies. Speaking of vocals, the promo material for Coastlands implies this is the first of Coastlands’s music to feature vocals. Unsurprisingly, the vocals, screams, and cleans are also heavily distorted and produced (respectively), but they’re also so low in the mix—and fighting against so many loud instruments—that it’s hard to hear them, screams and all.

I find Coastlands hard to properly immerse myself in, and I’ve largely covered the reasons—an overbearing production and heavy use of distortion that makes the music difficult to follow. It’s not particularly melodic, though it has its moments (the plaintive picking in “Drugblood” is nice). It doesn’t make me feel contemplative, cathartic, or particularly angry. I do get the sense that it has layers, but they’re so hard to pick up on that they don’t end up doing much. “Vessels” is a song with a lot of components, but not a lot happens. It’s got a cool post-metal drive towards the end, but the fuzz that backs it up suffocates it. “Mors” is largely a repetition of the same motif on keys, but it doesn’t build to anything, doesn’t go anywhere. And it’s frustrating, not just because the album is advertised as being “intricately layered and dense,” but because I believe it probably is and have no way to prove the theory.

In the promo copy for Coastlands, the author says it “keeps revealing its secrets even after multiple, attentive listens.” I agree with this—the more I listen to it, the more I notice about it. Unfortunately, I still haven’t heard its heart. Coastlands feels to me like an album betrayed by its production and robbed by its master. The intense distortion covers the guitars, the synths, and the passion I know the members of Coastlands have for their craft. I believe it’s here, but I can’t hear it.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Translation Loss
Websites: coastlands.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/coastlandsofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 10th, 2025

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Author & Punisher – Nocturnal Birding Review

By Dear Hollow

Contrary to the plethora of one-man metal projects out there, Author & Punisher’s mastermind Tristan Shone, has always stayed on this side of innovative, consistently riding the line between apocalyptic/dystopian atmospheres and the heaviest electronics since Godflesh. Much like Igorrr’s Gautiere Serre, Shone’s genius has been just as much in song construction as instrument construction, having put his experience as a mechanical engineer to the configuration of his “drone machines” and “dub machines.” This skill has allowed Shone a flexibility in his compositions, with albums like Ursus Americanus and Beastland boasting formidable anthemic brutality, while the more subdued Melk en Honig and Krüller rely on sprawling atmospheres that feel as fiery as they are dense. Nocturnal Birding takes a unique concept and spins it for a trip down Riff Lane.

A leaner and more concise album than even Beastland, Nocturnal Birding is another step from the transhumanism of Author & Punisher’s pedigree into more organic territory – although undoubtedly owing its success to its history. It steps outside Shone’s comfort zone, the composition of Nocturnal Birding revolving around the literal birdsongs of the tracks’ respective namesakes – in a metaphorical homage to the migrants crossing from Mexico to the US and the dangers they face. The album sees Krüller contributor and A Life Once Lost alum Doug Sabolick inducted as full-time guitarist, offering riffs and humanity alike throughout the album’s thirty-four-minute runtime. Revolving around a unique concept that never overstays its welcome, Nocturnal Birding is a romp through everything that makes Author & Punisher unique – and more.

Shone’s dynamics have always been a force to be reckoned with, elevating his already crushing drone/doom/industrial attack to colossal proportions, and Nocturnal Birding is no exception. The introduction of the birdsong adds an intriguing texture to this dynamic, quirky melodics morphing into devastating waves of noise. Author & Punisher offers some of its most accessible content since Ursus Americanus, mammoth dub techno beats guiding the movement between these two extremes. Lulling listeners into a false sense of surreal melody only to blast out the speakers with intense sound, punishing tracks will get your head moving in slow motion weight (“Titanis,” “Black Storm Petrel”), more thoughtful compositions bathe you in off-kilter rhythms and reverb-laden pulses (“Titmouse,” “Titmice”), and crawling brooding flocks offer eerie environs of darkness with Shone’s Reznor- and Peter Steele-influenced cleans (“Meadowlark,” “Mute Swans,” “Thrush”).

It would be tempting to say that if you’ve heard an Author & Punisher album before, you’ve probably heard what Nocturnal Birding has to offer – but 2025 finds the act sounding the most human they’ve ever been. While he exists as mainly supplemental, an added layer to the textured weight of the electronics, Doug Sabolick’s guitar shines as a razor-sharp counterweight to the sludgy downtuned electronic pulses (“Titmouse,” “Rook”) as well as a riffy force to be reckoned with (“Meadowlark,” “Thrush”). Furthermore, the live drums and simmering samples of Indonesian noise artist Kuntari in “Titanis” inject energy, the spoken word of Couch Slut’s Megan Oztrosits takes the creepy mood to haunting lows in “Mute Swans,” and the appearance of French industrial/sludge/death metal band Fange makes “Black Storm Petrel” one of the densest and most brutal tracks. Ultimately, while the synthetic and mechanical hallmarks are very much intact, the inclusion of live instruments adds a genuine feel to the proceedings – a trend that has likewise benefited Igorrr’s latest as the emphasis on solo machine-mongering has faltered.

In his review for Krüller, the illustrious Kronos observed that Author & Punisher albums seem to alternate between anthemic and ambitious. Aside from the foundational birdsong incorporation, Nocturnal Birding finds Shone and company firmly embracing the former – but with a uniquely human touch. This album will mercilessly crush you in the same way Beastland and Ursus Americanus did, as well as the likes of influences Godflesh, Neurosis, and Nine Inch Nails have done for years, and in a way that proposes new avenues for Shone and Sabolick moving forward. Nocturnal Birding is a fist raised to the sky, a poetic eye cast to the wings above, and one hell of a statement.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: STREAM
Label: Relapse Records
Websites: authorandpunisher.bandcamp.com | authorandpunisher.com | facebook.com/authorandpunisher
Releases Worldwide: October 3rd, 2025

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Agriculture – The Spiritual Sound Review

By Owlswald

Black metal is rooted in extremity—a core toolkit of visual aesthetics, speed, power and atmosphere that naturally imbues it with an inherent spiritual essence. But that essence often collapses into a monochromatic buzz of tremolo and constant tempos. Los Angeles-based quartet Agriculture challenges this expectation with their second LP, The Spiritual Sound, moving beyond the solely dark and brutal in search of presence and illumination. Coming off their potent self-titled debut—a record that landed on Cherd’s Top 10(ish) records of 2023—and 2024’s Living is Easy EP, The Spiritual Sound is a statement of pure honesty and fearless experimentation. The record shatters typical black metal conventions, throwing out ritualistic fanfare for a vast array of influences including death metal, noise, math rock, folk, country, and punk. Self-dubbed as “ecstatic black metal,” the foursome demands you check all preconceived notions at the door as they reframe extreme in their own unique and expansive way.

While Agriculture hasn’t completely turned their backs on their blackened roots, The Spiritual Sound uses them as a launchpad to branch out into realms occupied by groups like Liturgy and labelmates Chat Pile. The frenzied, tremolotic dissonance of guitarists Dan Meyer and Richard Chowenhill still power tracks like “Serenity,” “Flea,” and “Micah (5.15am),” underpinning Leah Levinson’s manic vocals and Kern Haug’s unhinged drumming. Now, however, this approach serves as a stepping stone to more expansive horizons, as Agriculture’s originality has fully blossomed. The record’s forty-four minutes are a playful, unpredictable and complex patchwork of styles: math rock chaos (“My Garden”), sludgy down-picked riffs (“The Weight”), soothing Slowdivey shoegaze harmonies (“Flea,” “Dan’s Love Song”), punky gallops (“Micah (5.15am))” and delicate, folky passages (“The Reply,” “Hallelujah”). This diverse blend transmits an authentic ethos centered on camaraderie, collective struggle, and catharsis, grounded in themes from queer history and AIDS-era literature to historical collapse and Zen Buddhism. As unconventional as it might be, The Spiritual Sound’s mission is a clear success: to craft unique, empowering music that fosters community without pretense.

Agriculture’s experimentation largely shines through Meyer and Chowenhill’s impressive and inventive shredding. The duo injects The Spiritual Sound with tons of flashy guitar work through a hodgepodge of bends, squeals, trills, and high-pitched pick taps around more conventional bouts of thrashy riffing and smothering tremolos to create a vibrant spectrum of textures. The captivating leads in tracks like “The Weight,” “My Garden” and “Bodhidharma”—the latter of which contains one of the best solos I’ve heard in a long time—take influence from Tom Morello’s (Rage Against the Machine) boundary-pushing designs or Larry LaLonde’s (Primus) accented jams, while “Flea’s” solo elicits the expressiveness of classic rock. Song o’ the Year candidate “My Garden” explodes into a whirling dervish of frantic math fretwork before dropping into one of the most crushing riffs I’ve heard all year. It then transitions into a soothing interlude for a brief moment before bludgeoning you once more with heaviness and rapid-fire high tremolo runs. This constant shift between doom- and groove-laden weight, jarring dissonance, and soothing ethereal passages is what gives The Spiritual Sound its complex structure and feeds its absorbing, often unpredictable journey.

The Spiritual Sound’s novelty is equally defined by Levinson and Meyer’s vocal performances. Levinson shifts between extreme intensity and introspective subtlety, delivering ear-piercing shrieking rasps balanced by softer, more experimental elements like the poetic, spoken word found in “Bodhidharma” or the conversational tone of “Flea.” The strategic use of soothing clean vocals and Meyer’s beautiful harmonies in songs like “The Reply,” “Hallelujah,” or “Dan’s Love Song” also provides essential emotional contrast, amplifying the impact of the record’s heavier tracks and buttressing Agriculture’s originality. The coarse production—courtesy of Chowenhill—is compressed and somewhat lo-fi but allows the quartet’s unbridled sound to rush through the speakers with both raw aggression and clarity.

Agriculture may have stumbled into black metal during their formation, but the genre—and The Spiritual Sound—is all the better for it. Though their ambitious scope results in some unevenness (“Flea” and “Serenity” rely on tropey structures and interlude “The Spiritual Sound” is confusingly split into its own track), Agriculture is unafraid to walk its own path, successfully blending various styles into a great record authentically rooted in the power, community and pure enjoyment of extreme music. Black metal purists should look elsewhere—however, those who approach The Spiritual Sound without pretense will find a unique, genre-defying experience that only gets better with every play.

Rating: Great!
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: The Flenser
Websites: agriculturemusic.bandcamp.com/music | agriculturemusic.com | facebook.com/agriculturemusic
Releases Worldwide: October 3rd, 2025

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Stuck in the Filter: July 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

If you thought June was hot, you aren’t ready for what July has in store. The thin metallic walls of these flimsy ducts warp and soften as the sweltering environs continue to challenge the definition of “habitable.” But I must force my minions to continue their work, as this duty is sacred. Our ravenous appetites cannot be slaked without the supplementary sustenance the Filter brings!

Thankfully, we rescued just enough scraps to put together a meager spread. Enjoy in moderation!

Kenstrosity’s Blackened Buds

Echoes of Gloom // The Mind’s Eternal Storm [July 12th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Queensland isn’t my first thought when considering locales for atmospheric black metal. A genre so often built upon frigid tones and icy melodies feels incongruous to the heat and beastliness of the Australian landscape. Yet, one-man atmoblack act Echoes of Gloom persists. Masterminded by one Dan Elkin, Echoes of Gloom evokes a warm, muggy, and morose spirit with debut record The Mind’s Eternal Storm. But unlike many of the atmospheric persuasion, Echoes of Gloom also injects a classic heavy metal attack and a vaguely punky/folky twist into their formula to keep interest high (“Immortality Manifest,” “Throes of Bereavement I”). Furthermore, Echoes of Gloom weaponizes their energetic take on depressing atmoblack such that even as my head bounces to the riffy groove of surprisingly propulsive numbers like “The Wandering Moon” and “Great Malignant Towers of Delirium,” a palpable pall looms ever present, sapping all color from life as I witness this work. This in turn translates well to the long form, as demonstrated by the epic two-part “Throes of Bereavement” suite and ripping ten-minute closer “Wanderer of the Mind’s Eternal Storm,” boasting dynamics uncommon in the atmospheric field. In sum, if you’re the kind of metal fan that struggles with the airier side of the spectrum, The Mind’s Eternal Storm might be a good place to start.

Witchyre // Witchy Forest Dance Contest [July 14th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Germany’s Witchyre answer a question nobody asked but everyone should: what would happen if black metal and dance music joined forces? With debut LP Witchy Forest Dance Contest, we get to experience this mad alchemy firsthand, and it is an absolute joy! The staunchly anti-fascist Witchyre take the raw sound everyone knows and pumps it full of groove, bounce, and uninhibited fun for a raucous 46 minutes. Evoking equal parts Darude and Darkthrone, bangers like “Let There be Light…,” “Witchy Forest Dance Party,” and “Lost in a Dream” burst with infectious energy that feels demonic and exuberant at the same time. The raw production of the metallic elements shouldn’t work with the glossy sheen of electronic doots, but Witchyre’s often pop-punky song structure that develops as these divergent aesthetics collide adeptly bridges the gap (“Spirits Twirling,” “The Vampire Witch,” “Dragon’s Breath”). My main gripe is that even at a reasonable 46 minutes, each song feels a bit bloated, and some dance elements feel recycled in multiple places (“The Spirits Robbed My Mind”). But don’t let that scare you away. Witchyre is a delightful little deviation from convention fit for fans of Curta’n Wall and Old Nick, and everyone should give it a whirl just for fun!

Owlswald’s Hidden Hoots

Sheev // Ate’s Alchemist [July 11th, 2025 – Ripple Music]

While stoner can be hit-or-miss, Ripple Music often delivers the goods. And with Berlin’s Sheev, they can add another notch to their sativa-flavored belt. Since 2017, the four-piece has been brewing their unique, progressive-infused stoner rock sound. On their second full-length, Ate’s Alchemist, Sheev doubles down on their sonic elixir, with a throwback prog-rock vibe that evokes the likes of Yes and Jethro Tull, but with heavy doses of grunge, jam and modern rock. Vocalist Nitzan Sheps’ provides a stripped-down and authentic performance, sounding like a cross between Muse’s Matt Bellamy and Alice in Chains’ Layne Staley. The rhythm section is particularly great here. Drummer Philipp Vogt’s kit work is exceptionally musical, with intricate cymbal patterns on tracks like “Elephant Trunk,” “Cul De Sac,” and “King Mustard II” that fuel deep-pocket grooves. He also provides Tool-like syncopated rhythms on tracks like “Tüdelüt” and “Henry” that lock with bassist Joshan Chaudhary. Chaudhary’s bass playing is rare in its prominence and clarity in the mix. He maintains a tight pocket while also venturing out regularly with nimbler, adventurous flurries that highlight his technical skill. Yeah, a couple of the longer songs get a little lost, but the album is packed with killer musicianship and vocal hooks that stick with you, so it barely matters. Overall, Sheev has delivered a solid record that I’ll be spinning a lot—and you should too.

Dephosphorus // Planetoktonos [July 18th, 2025 – Selfmadegod Records/7 Degrees Records/Nerve Altar]

Space…the final grind-tier. On their fifth album, Planetoktonos (“Planetkiller”), Greek astro-grind quartet Dephosphorus rejects normal grind classifications and instead annihilates worlds with a brutal, interstellar collision of grind, blackened death, and hardcore. Taking inspiration from the harsh sci-fi of James S.A. Corey’s The Expanse, Planetoktonos is a relentless twenty-eight-minute assault—a sonic asteroid belt of thick, menacing distortion and time-warped drumming that channels Dephosphorus’ raw, furious energy. “The Triumph of Science and Reason” and “After the Holocaust” attack with the ruthless speed of Nasum while others, such as “The Kinetics of a Superintelligence Explosion,” “Hunting for Dyson Spheres,” and “Calculating Infinity,” punctuate sludgy aggression with razor-sharp, shredding passages reminiscent of early Mastodon that offer contrasting technical and rhythmic hostility. Vocalist Panos Agoros’ despairing howls are a particular highlight, full of a gravelly, blackened urgency that sounds the alarm for an interplanetary attack. Gang vocals on tracks like “Living in a Metastable Universe” and “The Kinetics of a Superintelligence Explosion” add extra weight to his frantic performance, proving Dephosphorus can incinerate worlds and still have a blast doing it. Raw, intense, and violent, Planetokonos is a must-listen for fans seeking Remission-era energy.

Tyme’s Tattered Treats

Mortual // Altars of Brutality [July 4th, 2025 – Nuclear Winter Records]

From the fetid rainforests of Costa Rica, San Jose’s Mortual dropped their sneaky good death metal debut, Altar of Brutality, on Independence Day this year. Free of frills and fuckery, Justin Corpse and Master Killer—both have guitar, bass, and vocal credits here—go for the jugular, providing swarms of riffs entrenched in filthy, Floridian swamp waters and powdered with Jersey grit. Solo work comes fast, squealy, and furious as if graduated from the Azagthothian school of shred (“Dominion of Eternal Blasphemy,” “Skeletal Vortex”), as hints of early Deicide lurk within the chugging chunks of “Altar of Brutality” and whiffs of early Monstrosity float amongst the speedier nooks and crannies of “Divine Monstrosity.”1 Incantationally cavernous, the vocals fit the OSDM mold to a tee, sitting spaciously fat and happy within Dan Lowndes’ great mix and master, which consequently draws out a bestial bass sound that permeates the entirety of Altar of Brutality with low-end menace. Chalo’s (Chemicide) drum performance warrants particular note, as, from the opening tom roll of “Mortuary Rites,” he proceeds to bash skulls throughout Altar of Brutality’s swift thirty-five-minute runtime with a brutal blitz of double-kicking and blast-beating kit abuse. Embodying a DIY work ethic that imbues these tracks with youthful energy and a wealth of death metal character, Mortual aren’t looking to reinvent the wheel as much as they’d like to crush you under its meaty treads, over and over again.

Stomach // Low Demon [July 18th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Droney, doomy, sweaty, and sludgy as fuck, Stomach’s blast furnace second album, Low Demon, is the antithesis of summer-fun metal. Hailing from Geneva, Illinois, Stomach is drummer/vocalist John Hoffman (Weekend Nachos) and guitarist Adam Tomlinson (Sick/Tired, Sea of Shit), who capably carry out their cacophonous work in such a way as to defy the fact that they’re only a duo.2 At volume, and believe me, you’ll want to crank this fucker to eleven, Low Demon will have you retching up all that light beer you drank by the pool and crying for yer mom, as “Dredged” oozes, rib-rattling from the speakers, a continuous, four-and-a-half-minute chord-layered exercise in exponentially applied tonal pressure. With five tracks spanning just over forty-three minutes, there’s not a lot on Low Demon that’s in a hurry, and aside from sections of up-tempo doom riffs (“Get Through Winter”) and some downright grindery (“Oscillate”) offering respite from the otherwise crushing wall of sound, listening to Stomach is akin to being waterboarded with molasses. Heavy influences from Earth, Sunn O))), Crossed Out, and Grief—whose Come to Grief stands as a sludge staple—form the basis for much of Stomach’s sound, and while Primitive Man and Hell draw apt comparisons as well, I’m guessing you know what you’re getting into by now. Maniacally cinematic and far from light-hearted, Stomach’s Low Demon was everything I didn’t think I needed during this hot and humid-as-an-armpit-in-hell summer.

Killjoy’s Flutes of Fancy

Braia // Vertentes de lá e cá [July 10th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Bruno Maia is one of the most inventive and hardworking musicians that I know of. Best known for the whimsical Celtic folk metal of Tuatha de Danann, he also has his own folk rock side project, Braia. Vertentes de lá e cá explores the rich history and culture of the Minas Gerais state in his native country, Brazil.3 Bursting with more sweetness than a ripe mango, Vertentes de lá e cá sports a huge diversity of musical styles and instruments. A combination of flute, viola, and acoustic guitar forms the backbone of most of the songs, like the Irish jigs in “Vertentes” or the flitting melodies of “Princesa do Sul.” My ears also detect accordion (“O Cururu do Ingaí”), saxophone (“Serra das Letras”), harmonica (“Hipólita”), banjo (“Carrancas”), and spacey synth effects (“Pagode Mouro”). That last one might sound out of place, but it makes more sense after learning of the local tales of extraterrestrial encounters. Maia sings in only two of the twelve tracks (“Emboabas” and “Rei do Campo Grande”), but all 41 minutes should be engaging enough for listeners who are typically unmoved by instrumental music. Though thematically focused on one specific location, Vertentes de lá e cá deserves to be heard by the entire world.

Storchi // By Far Away [July 25th, 2025 – Self-Release]

I would guess that the “experimental” tag causes some degree of trepidation within most listeners. However, occasionally an artist executes a fresh new vision so confidently that I can’t help but wonder if it’s secretly been around for a long time. Storchi, an instrumental prog group from Kabri, Israel, utilizes a flute in creative ways. Its bright, jazzy demeanor almost functions as a substitute for a vocalist in terms of expressiveness and personality. The Middle Eastern flair combined with modest electronic elements reminds me of Hugo Kant’s flute-heavy multicultural trip-hop. The chunky palm-muted guitar and bass borrow the best aspects of djent alongside eccentrically dynamic drum tempos. There is premeditation amidst the chaos, though. The triplet tracks “Far,” “Further,” and “Furthest” scattered throughout By Far Away each offer a unique rendition of the same core flute tune. “Lagoona” and “Smoky” make good use of melodic reprisals at the very end to neatly close the loop on what might have otherwise felt like more disjointed songs. Despite frequent and abrupt stylistic shifts, Storchi manages to make the 31-minute runtime of By Far Away feel more enjoyable than jolting. Flute fanatics should take note.

ClarkKent’s Addictive Addition

Daron Malakian and Scars on Broadway // Addicted to the Violence [July 19th, 2025 – Scarred for Life]

Since System of a Down disbanded, guitarist Daron Malakian has gone on to release 3 full-length albums under the moniker Scars on Broadway between 2008 and 2025. This spinoff project has proven Malakian to be the oddball of the group, and this goofiness hasn’t mellowed since SOAD’s debut released 27 years ago. The energetic set of tunes on Addicted to the Violence mixes nu-metal, groove rock, and pop with plenty of synths to create some fun and catchy beats. Sure, you have to delve through some baffling lyrics,4 such as when Malakian sings that there’s “a tiger that’s riding on your back / And it’s singing out ‘Rawr! Rawr!'” (“Killing Spree”). Malakian also turns to the familiar theme of drug addiction that he and Serj have explored from “Sugar” to “Heroine” to “Chemicals.”5 This time around, it’s “Satan Hussein,” where he mixes Quaaludes and Vicodin with Jesus Christ. To offset the repetition within songs, Malakian has the sense to mix things up. There’s the nu-metal cuts of “Satan Hussein” and “Destroy the Power,” featuring energetic vocalizations and grooves, but there’s also a lot of pop (“You Destroy You”). The riffs may not be as wild or creative as times past, but Addicted to the Violence makes use of a variety of instruments that keep things fresh, from an organ (“Done Me Wrong”) to a mandolin (“You Destroy You”) to some sweet synth solos. There’s even a brief saxophone appearance to conclude the album. Yes, I know exactly what you’re thinking: “This sounds awesome!”

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Revocation – New Gods, New Masters Review

By Saunders

Following in the esteemed footsteps of resident Revocation expert Kronos is a daunting task. But with Kronos on an extended sabbatical, it’s time to step up as a long-term fanboy of Boston’s technical death-thrash juggernaut and put thoughts to their latest artistic endeavor, ninth LP, New Gods, New Masters. Mastermind Dave Davidson is joined by long-serving drummer Ash Pearson and newly minted members, Harry Lannon (guitars) and bassist Alex Weber, both seasoned underground musicians and hardly newbies to the extreme metal game. The other factor of interest is the addition of numerous guests, including Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation), Jonny Davy (Job for a Cowboy), lesser-known Israeli musician Gilad Hekselman, and Gorguts legend Luc Lemay. Is this a ploy of a band running low on ideas and seeking reinforcements, or a master stroke to add firepower to an already stacked arsenal?

Consistency has been a mainstay across Revocation’s now lengthy career. Occasional dips from the gold-plated standards of their unstoppable early to mid-career run notwithstanding, Revocation has never shit the bed or careened spectacularly off the rails. Nevertheless, nearing the twenty-year milestone since formation, the Angry Metal Guy’s Law of Diminishing Recordings™ looms ominously. Return to form Netherheaven brought a sharper focus and bloodstained atmosphere to the songwriting, delving deeper into Revocation’s deathly impulses with striking results. New Gods, New Masters stays on trend with recent efforts, charting a notably uglier, angrier route in comparison to their thrashier, playful early roots. Veering down increasingly gnarled and brutal spirals and weighing heavily into their deathly persona, New Gods, New Masters has serious fucking teeth, while failing to dull Revocation’s penchant for wildly inventive, technical material and progressive flourishes.

Rumbling into gear with gritty bass lines and thunderous drums, the opening title track ramps up tension before unfolding into a rugged, thrashy rager, complete with playful melodic break and typically mind-bending soloing. Cold and calculating, at its most beastly, New Gods, New Masters cuts an imposing figure, cranking heaviness to the max during the gritty, almost hardcore-leaning crunch of “Dystopian Vermin,” and venomous, blackened swarm of “Despiritualized.” Davidson’s vocals are at their most unhinged and anguished as the pair of gut-wrenching belters are further shaped by moody, unspooling solos, adding a touch of class and improv feel. Ginormous, lumbering grooves shake the core of “Confines of Infinity,” leaving a satisfyingly bruising punch, embellished by blistering blast sections, warp speed riffing, and killer guest spot by Travis Ryan. Featuring an impressively guttural Davy on guest vox, the awesomely and aptly titled “Cronenberged” is even better; its vicious, relentless intensity, mutated riffs, and authoritative rhythm section cut a brutal swathe into your scrambled brain. These are fine additions to Revocation’s stacked repertoire.

Standing out amongst its vocal counterparts, the brilliantly composed instrumental “The All Seeing” is a stunning piece. Pearson and Weber’s excellent combination and jittery, complex rhythms share the spotlight through a multifaceted, proggy journey, bolstered by intricate, groovy riffs and jazz-inspired soloing. Closer “Buried Epoch,” featuring Lemay, largely matches its weighty ambitions and song length, whipping blackened, death, thrash, tech, and prog ingredients into a pummeling, unpredictable, though largely cohesive epic. The new line-up doesn’t miss a beat, striking chemistry and maintaining Revocation’s trademark ear-popping technicality. Weber’s bass is afforded a chunky presence in the mix, lending melodic nuance and reinforced grunt to the album’s bleak, dystopian atmosphere, blunt force grooves, and brutal, uncompromising edge. The underrated Pearson puts in another exceptional performance behind the kit. Meanwhile, riff king Davidson and newcomer Lannon ensure Revocation’s axe-centric tech death-thrash arsenal and intricate, infectious riffcraft remains intact. Davidson’s corkscrewing, endlessly inventive solos feature soulful licks amidst bleaker tones, syncing with the album’s harsh, ominous atmosphere.

Injecting new blood into a familiar formula, New Gods, New Masters opens another shifting chapter for Revocation, though avoids spinning wheels. Marginally less consistent and compelling than Netherheaven, New Gods, New Masters nevertheless marks another fruitful return from Revocation. While it cannot quite match the band’s highest peaks, with songs falling more towards the very good rather than great range, New Gods, New Masters features the hallmarks of a grower. Initial reservations swiftly subsided, revealing another unique entry and exceptionally heavy, vitriolic burst of body slamming, thrashy tech death, catching songcraft and artful shredding.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 1411kbps mp3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: revocation.bandcamp.com | revocationband.com | facebook.com/revocation
Releases Worldwide: September 26th, 2025

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AMG Goes Ranking – Revocation

By Saunders

Revocation makes me feeling fucking old. It’s difficult to believe fifteen odd years have passed since stumbling across their phenomenal sophomore effort, Existence is Futile. It became instantly clear Revocation were one of the fresher, most exciting bands emerging in the modern metal scene of the era. Their career seemed to propel in fast forward as they pumped out top notch album after album, maintaining an impressive work rate and exceptional consistency, while refusing to repeat themselves. Couple of minor bumps along the way notwithstanding, Revocation’s vibrant, signature combination of technical death-thrash, infectious songwriting and acrobatic guitar hero shreddage from mastermind Dave Davidson has long cemented Revocation as a titanic force in the crowded realms of the modern metalverse.

Formed in 2006, the Bostonites unleashed their brash and confident debut Empire of the Obscene in 2008. From humble but exciting beginnings the Revo boys have proceeded to go on an absolute fucking tear across multiple albums, the most recent being the darker pathways and heavier pastures of 2022’s Netherheaven, arguably a return to form. Though in fairness Revocation have never dropped a dud, and despite a couple of minor career lulls, they have remained a dependably consistent force to be reckoned with.

September 26th, 2025 ushers in Revocation’s ninth LP, New Gods, New Masters. As anticipation grows for the star packed opus, what better time for our resident Revocation fanboys; including the return of the illustrious Kronos, who so eloquently championed the band on these very pages across multiple releases with his insightful wordsmithery and critical analysis, to unload our collective opinions on the band’s formidable discography. Nearly twenty years since their formation and boasting a catalog of rare consistency and power, we have our work cut out for us. Strap yourselves in…

Disclaimer: After careful consideration we have actioned the Human Waste/Despise the Sun Ranking Law of including Revocation’s highly regarded Teratogenesis EP from 2012 due to the consensus this is a meaty and essential mini-platter in the power packed Revocation repertoire.

The Rankings

Saunders

#9. The Outer Ones (2018) – While difficult to pinpoint, The Outer Ones remains an elusive Revocation album, and one I reach for least frequently, despite being one their more recent offerings. Although The Outer Ones doesn’t deviate savagely from the vice-tight yet elastic formula Revocation long since mastered, it leans deeper into murkier blackened death forays and features a cold, clinical and dissonant edge. Its darkly menacing sheen and blasty, death forward approach is responsible for some rousing moments and it’s easy to admire the album’s frantic, calculated intensity. Tunes like the rip-roaring opener “Of Unworldly Origin,” chunky brawler “The Outer Ones” and the thrashy, proggy blackened death of “Luciferous” highlight an album that has grown on me but ultimately falls short of the band’s other works.

#8. Empire of the Obscene (2008) – A bold and potential-packed debut, Empire of the Obscene rises well beyond a mere curiosity or roughshod early edition of Revocation’s rapidly evolving sound. I came to the debut after being first enamored by Existence is Futile and Chaos of Forms, both superior examples of the band’s exceptional early career highs. Still, Empire of the Obscene is a killer debut and refreshing, slashing technical thrash opus, with a healthy smattering of death. The vibrant, raging “Tail from the Crypt” is an early career highpoint, while other choice cuts include the bizarro “Suffer These Wounds,” and rippling axerobatics of “Exhumed Identity.” It’s solid stuff, yet inconsistencies creep in and some of the writing feels a tad overcooked, falling short of the ripping high standards and impeccable writing featured across the Revocation career arc

#7. Great is Our Sin (2016) – Perhaps the first time upon release a Revocation release failed to gain immediate traction. Again the sheer strength and power of its predecessors found Great is Our Sin fall a fraction short of the impeccable standards maintained during the first half dozen or so years of the band’s recording career. And it feels like an outlier merging the band’s different eras, pre and post-Revocation. Playful tech thrash energy, proggy dabbling, and darker, deathly pummels are in abundance, as per expectations. I appreciate the more thrash-centric turns, less prominent in their later era. Great is Our Sin features many of the strong attributes listeners have come to expect, sounding like a melodically mature yet overly familiar and safe album. The songwriting is consistently solid, featuring the odd flirtation with greatness. Old school flavored thrasher “Arbiters of the Apocalypse,” the prog-infused death-thrash of “Communion,” sinister, punishing thrust of “Only the Spineless Survive,” and epic, experimental rumble of “Cleaving Giants of Ice” are nuggety examples of the album’s finer moments.

#6. Netherheaven (2022) – Netherheaven marked a refreshing return to form after the solid if underwhelming, The Outer Ones. Kronos hit the nail on the head when he proclaimed Netherheaven to be the natural successor to Deathless, as similarities in tone, mood and execution are evident. Revocation flexed their deathly muscles and advanced musicianship in service of complex, yet undoubtedly catchy compositions, such as the brutally groovy throes of “Nihilistic Violence,” labyrinthine trip of “Strange and Eternal” and blast-addled, vocal trade-off on scorching closer “Re-Crucified.” Despite being enveloped with shadowy, sinister atmospheres, Netherheaven is imbued with a fun, adventurous spirit, also resulting in one of Revocation’s heaviest offerings. Davidson’s ever inspiring axework never ceases to amaze and songwriting finds a real sweet spot between grooving, chunky chugs, technical mastery, and throwbacks to their thrashy roots. Meanwhile, his increasingly versatile and confident vocals remain a somewhat underrated aspect of the Revocation experience. Not a career high point, but a great album nonetheless.

#5. Deathless (2014) – Revocation’s distinctive formula has long separated them from the hordes of tech death and thrash bands in the scene. One of Revocation’s greatest attributes is their ability to manipulate their craft and pivot in versatile directions. Deathless emerged as a darker, sinister trip down a fittingly deathlier path, creating a welcome stylistic deviation to evolve and keep any semblance of stagnation at bay. Though follow-up Great is Our Sin slightly deviated, Deathless marked the beginning of Revocation embracing the darker corners of their psyche, charting murkier, heavier and altogether more brutal, unforgiving terrain. Thankfully, Deathless didn’t abandon their knack for penning challenging, infectious, thrash-powered tech-death jams. Nor does Deathless forget how to have fun, as evidenced by the shout-along chorus and straightforward headbangable riffs adorning the title track. However, Deathless’ most impactful, jolting moments are delivered elsewhere. Classic opener “A Debt Owed to the Grave” and the cutthroat “Scorched Earth Policy” unleash vicious yet eloquently delivered evidence Revocation still thrash with the best of them. While the immense “Madness Opus” channels Revocation’s progressive inclinations within a barbed, death metal shell. Top-tier stuff.

#4: Revocation (2013) – The dark horse and underrated gem in the Revocation kit bag, their self-titled effort sparkled between the stunning Teratogenesis EP and the brooding tones and violent stomp of Deathless. Though not regularly mentioned amongst the band’s finer works, Revocation demands regular attention amidst an increasingly stacked catalog. Following up Chaos of Forms was always going to be a tough ask, however, Revocation proved up to the challenge. Revocation is a playful, quirky, fun-filled blast from go to whoa, keeping Revocation’s ever-evolving formula fresh and inspired. The versatile songwriting makes for a consistently gripping listen and one of their more diverse offerings. Whether belting out aggressive, full-throttle tech-thrash workouts (“The Hive,” “Numbing Agents”), warped tech death beatdowns (“Fracked,” “Scattering the Flock”), banjo-infected riff monsters (“Invidious”) or mosh-ready juggernauts (“Archfiend”), Revocation has all bases covered. A slightly more stock backend the only thing diminishing an otherwise top-notch album.

#3. Teratogenesis (2012) – Only the most curmudgeony, glass-half-empty pessimist discounts the short and sweet value of the often underrated EP format. Continuing a creatively booming and prolific hot streak, Teratogenesis is a wild, breakneck ride featuring the Revocation lads operating at the peak of their powers. New and old listeners alike would be foolish to neglect this action-packed beauty. If there is something slightly lacking in Revocation’s later career, it misses the outrageously fun and turbo-charged thrashiness and technically dazzling though infectious spirit so prevalent on Teratogenesis and surrounding releases. Revocation’s eye-popping instrumental prowess and whipsmart songwriting serve genuinely well-crafted, catchy songcraft and a bevy of sharp turning dynamic twists and killer riffs. “The Grip Tightens” bottles everything great about the Revocation sound into a career stunner. Elsewhere, “Manically Unleashed” unleashes cracking bursts of tech thrash precision amidst intricate melodic breaks and soul-searching solos, while “Bound By Desire” closes proceedings with a blast and thrash-riddled bang, replete with gorgeous melodic soloing and proggy touches.

#2. Chaos of Forms (2011) – Weirdly enough, I recall being fleetingly underwhelmed when Chaos of Forms dropped. Expectations were sky high, and Chaos of Forms represented a different beast to its immediate predecessor. Featuring an aggressive though more lighthearted, freewheeling tone and experimental streak, Chaos has long since become a personal favorite and modern metal classic. It is also rather simply the most fun Revocation album. Davidson is in his element, firing off some of the finest solos of his career to decorate fast-paced, quirky tech death-thrash compositions, aided by an unstoppable line-up, including the first to feature guitarist/vocalist Dan Gargiulo (Artificial Brain), adding an exciting extra dimension to the band’s sound. Unleashing a trio of instant Revocation classics right off the bat courtesy of “Cretin,” “Grave Robber” and “Harlot”, any notion Chaos of Forms being front-loaded is swiftly demolished as the album unfurls with banger after banger. From the melodic, singalong chorus of “No Funeral,” through to the brainy, twisting riffage of the title track, zippy, thrash-laden charge of “Beloved Horrifier,” and densely packed, stuttering tech death of “Reprogrammed,” Chaos is a versatile, sparkling jewel in the Revocation canon.

#1. Existence is Futile (2009) – Beyond the endearing factor, this was my first Revocation album and the warm fuzzy nostalgia associated; Revocation’s astonishing sophomore belter Existence is Futile emerged as a bottled lightning moment. Revocation’s impressively acrobatic musicianship and technical prowess was accelerated to new heights. However, the bulletproof songwriting and smart, yet dazzlingly intriguing arrangements were grounded by tight and aggressive songs that pulled no punches. An astonishing leap forward from an already exciting and accomplished debut, Existence is Futile has a raw energy and speedy, exhilarating urgency backed by polished, intricate songwriting, parasitic hooks and the warped, unmatched musicianship and advanced shreddery we have now long come to expect from Davidson and crew. Songs are largely stripped back in length from the debut, pared down to the bare essentials, maximizing impact. Davidson’s underrated vocals sound as vital as ever. A thoroughly gripping listen front to back, with the likes of “Pestilence Reigns,” “Deathonomics,” “The Brain Scramblers,” “Reanimaniac,” “Dismantle the Dictator” and ambitious closer “The Tragedy of Modern Ages” a handful of essential cuts.

Kronos

“Please help!” prayed my erstwhile colleagues, “our taste is underdeveloped to a near-blastular degree, and we are oh so disdraught! We seek but a simple ordination of technical death-thrash records but lack the True Knowledge of quality!”

Now moved, I descend from on high, gracing them not just with my presence but with my very acknowledgement of their pitiful existence: in one hand my catechism, in the other my nose. For those enlightened beyond the reflexive need to communicate the truths of quality, the ordering of Revocation records is a simple thing. One needs only to recognize the generational talent and drive of a one Dave Davidson, the extraordinary caliber of musicians that he has surrounded himself with, and analyze the triumphs and, shall we say, try-umphs, of their many recordings with an objective eye informed by a coherent understanding of the material and aesthetic universe in which they occur.

# 9 The Outer Ones (2018) – Revocation built a career based on an inseparable trinity of inventive riffs, creative songwriting, and infectious fun. In 2018 they denied this trinity and were cast into oblivion for four years thereafter; sentenced to relentless touring in which they played The Outer Ones lethargic and self-serious tech death alongside probably fifty other bands peddling similar stuff but more committed to it. That The Outer Ones seems to be their most popular release is a testament to the essential wickedness of our heathen age, that so many will follow a false prophecy.

#8 Great Is Our Sin (2016) – Indeed, but Revocation’s Slayer-worship record might have been better named Great Will Be Our Sin, given that its follow-up was The Outer Ones. But the title gets the point across; this was at the time their nastiest, deathiest album. Muscular and mean, Great Is Our Sin attempted brute-force repentance with burly but brainy tracks like “Monolithic Ignorance” serving up festering fun and “Only the Spineless Survive” providing the band’s most brutal beating until Netherheaven. Cruel as a crucifixion, Great is Our Sin is a treat, but not a joy, to experience, with too much of its runtime given to grinding grooves that don’t showcase the band’s strengths.

#7 Empire of the Obscene (2008) – In a way, it’s stunning to see how far Revocation have come since their debut: not far at all. In this we are confronted by the theopneustic nature of their art; seventeen years on, we can expect New Gods, New Masters to sound basically like Empire of the Obscene. This is death thrash that, while more fun than a barrel of monkeys and twice as rowdy, is impossible to find corny because it’s just too perfectly executed. For a young band, Revocation have a self-assuredness that evades many veteran groups, even as the death-thrash trinity’s endless invention pushes fast-moving songs up to and past the five-minute mark. From the dry but clear production, grinning art-school riffing to the waggling, showboat jazz soloing, every surface of the Revocation mold is here for the band to crack and ooze out of and pull away from on future recordings.

#6 Netherheaven (2022) – Netherheaven saw Revocation a three-piece for the first time since Chaos of Forms, and on firm footing as ever to make their first devoted death metal record. Netherheaven’s highlights (“Galleries of Morbid Artistry” and “Re-Crucified”) unfold like intricate torture machines from a macabre storybook, but mean, mid-paced grooves stick together and weigh down far too much of the record’s runtime. Netherheaven recovered much of the charm that The Outer Ones jettisoned but doubts as to the band’s future form remain.

#5 Existence is Futile (2009) – Empire of the Obscene really didn’t need to be improved upon, but Revocation are moved not by need but possibility. Existence is Futile’s leaner, focused writing got the band out of their own way. While some sections can come across a bit sparse, the difference in memorability between Empire and Existence is marked, with tracks like Deathonomics and Dismantle the Dictator becoming staple songs. Gruesome tech-thrash tracks like “Pestillence Reigns” and “The Brain Scramblers” were a revelation, and bruisers like “Dismantle the Dictator” and “Anthem of the Betrayed” gained the group countless new adherents.

#4 Revocation (2013) – One of the lesser-appreciated joys of the Revocation discography are the band’s actual texts, and nowhere are they more compelling than on their self-titled record. Whether railing against the rich, oil companies, or the American media environment, Revocation pairs incisive sing-alongs with inspiring musicianship; Davidson even pulls out a Banjo to parody cable news (“Invidious”). Revocation capped the first era of the Revocation discography in impeccable form with their most front-to-back memorable LP.

#3 Deathless (2014) – Deathless was a turning point for Revocation; having played every riff possible on six strings, Davidson and Gargiulo turned fully to seven, beginning a more sinister version of Revocation that persists to this day. Yet Deathless isn’t heavy just for the sake of being heavy; it’s just as lithe and unpredictable as the records before it, but with a grim grace to its winding songs and some of the band’s most emotionally resonant solo work (see “Witch Trials”) and most poignant political criticism (“Beholden to their corporate masters/ politicians privatizing genocide/ condolences offered by the same who pulled the trigger” – “The Fix”). Without the grating title track, the record would be just about perfect.

#2 Teratogenesis (2012) – Many will argue (incorrectly) that Teratogenesis, Revocation’s 2012 EP hot off of the release of Chaos of Forms, is the group’s magnum opus. Granted, “The Grip Tightens” might be their best song, and, granted again, “Spurn the Outstretched Hand” might be their second-best song. But after that one-two punch of career-defining greats, they only go on to deliver three more. Paltry! Sure, the sinister “Teratogenesis” would prove to be the blueprint for the rest of their career, and “Bound By Desire” would shame thousands of aspiring axe-smiths with its sheer pummeling speed, but in context, Teratogenesis is dessert, a follow-up to what came just before. And there’s no horn section!

#1 Chaos of Forms (2011) – That Chaos of Forms is the highest among the Revocation records is almost axiomatic. From the opening bass slide of “Cretin” to the raving closing of “Reprogrammed,” there’s not a second of Chaos of Forms that doesn’t reach out and pull you into a rictus grin. Every song is packed to the brim with creative riffs, brilliant musicianship and playful twists. Take, for instance, “Cradle Robber,” which tips a playful chorus riff repeatedly into an absolute vortex of synchronized drumming and trem-picking until it spills over, then transitions into a spectacular solo courtesy of the newly-joined Dan Gargioulo. It’s put in its place by a brain-melting Davidson solo seconds later, for which the whole band actually speeds up, seemingly just to one-up the new guy. The pair return together with a showboat riff half-consumed by synchronized harmonics. Music really does not get much more fun than this, especially when it’s narrated by the Grim Reaper. The only time it does is when the music is “The Watchers,” which breaks out into a gallop halfway through before stampeding its way into a big, brassy introduction for producer Pete Rutcho’s funky little organ solo. Simply divine.

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In 2012, my metal taste was impressionable but ravenous. I spotted a death-thrash EP from an unfamiliar band, available for free download via the now-defunct label Scion A/V. Teratogenesis’ balance of death-thrash riffs and thoughtful melodies swept me off my feet.

In 2015, I had imbibed deeply of extreme metal, but never been to a show. One frigid night in February, I timidly headed to Brighton Music Hall in Boston. While Fallujah fell victim to sound issues, the final opener Revocation smashed me to pieces. It was a watershed moment in my metamorphosis from metal fan to metal adorer.

In 2025, Revocation is a cornerstone of my music taste. I love death metal; I love thrash’s energy; I love creative songwriting; I can’t help but love Revocation. Most of all, I love their consistency. Even the other two classic bands I’ve helped rank here (Suffocation and Dying Fetus) don’t have as deep a bench of memorable releases.

And so, perhaps you’re better off ignoring our concerted but pitiful attempts to dissect Revocation’s history. After all, this is Revocation; just listen to all of it.

#9. Empire of the Obscene (2008). Empire of the Obscene is merely a good album, but it lay the groundwork for Revocation’s career. While Empire isn’t as thrashy as its successor Existence Is Futile, melodeath permeates both its guitar leads and its riffs, which are textbook but punchy (“Summon the Spawn”). Despite its inconsistency, Empire of the Obscene hints at Revocation’s burgeoning strengths. The most brutal segments are death metal riffcraft at its finest (“Fields of Predation”), while the tinges of proggy song development are impressive for a new band. Even a fair helping of deathcore rears its head, remaining sporadic enough to stay fresh. Empire of the Obscene is entertaining, but with a 56-minute runtime and an overreliance on cookie-cutter death metal riffs, it struggles to stick in my mind. It’s a fun listen, but falls short of Revocation’s best.

#8. Deathless (2014). While Deathless is a worthwhile release, it doesn’t excel in any of Revocation’s usual dimensions. Frequent mid-paced riffs lose my focus throughout (“Madness Opus”), and I forget swaths of the album soon after it ends. Deathless progs with mixed success, and its creative efforts are often hindered by their length and low energy (“Apex”). The dwindling of Revocation’s thrash influences kneecaps the record. However, the exceptions save Deathless from the compost bin. The death-thrash menace “Scorched Earth Policy” houses one of Revocation’s most frantic and dangerous riffs, while the proggy adventures of “Witch Trials” hit hard because they’re tied together by punchy melodies. Deathless doesn’t top its neighbors, but it’s no slouch.

#7. Netherheaven (2022). Netherheaven’s ordinariness feels out of place. Revocation’s latest album abandons the elements that distinguished them from the death metal masses. The proggy escapades, off-kilter riffs, and melodeath influences are gone; the fretboard wizardry is dialed back; even thrash takes a back seat. And yet, Netherheaven succeeds as stone-cold death metal. Easily Revocation’s most brutal release, Netherheaven wows with the gigantic “Galleries of Morbid Artistry” and the rifftastic closer “Re-Crucified.” The occasional glimpses of Revocation’s former flair also go a long way, like the playful opening of “Strange and Eternal.” That said, Netherheaven suffers from inconsistency, with middling second-half tracks like “The 9th Chasm.” The technical spectacles feel like dispassionate exercises, and the lack of variety makes the album less replayable than Revocation’s best works. Still, there’s no shame in making rock-solid death metal. It’s telling that even my seventh-favorite Revocation album made my 2022 list.

#6. Revocation (2013). Often overlooked, Revocation’s self-titled showcases some of the band’s greatest guitar work. At this stage of their career, Revocation had mastered both the weird and the powerful. On one end, “Fracked” might be the guitar highlight of the band’s career, culminating with a virtuosic but punishing chorus and a climactic solo. Standing opposite, “Spastic” is a jazzy spectacle but holds my awe throughout. Uniting these worlds, “Invidious” blends a banjo intro, playful melodies, and a furious thrashy back half, while the shapeshifting “Archfiend” is the first and only Revocation track to make me cry. Revocation occupies a turning point, taming the insanity of Chaos of Forms without compromising its death-thrash intensity. While the midsection of Revocation shines, the record is bookended by slightly weaker cuts. Still, although it has more great songs than excellent songs, Revocation is essential in the Revocation canon.

#5. Chaos of Forms (2011). The aptly-titled Chaos of Forms is the wildest release of Revocation’s career. The infinitely thrashy tracks that kick things off are a riot, but they’re the tamest part. The album’s guitar effects (“Harlot”), lilted jazzy melodies (“Conjuring the Cataclysm”), and 1970s-inspired key digressions (“The Watchers”) are maniacal. These experiments work because Revocation is having fun every step of the way. To ward off any doubts, Chaos of Forms also features some of Revocation’s fiercest death-thrash riffs; indeed, “No Funeral” might be the greatest live performance I’ve ever witnessed. However, strangeness requires discipline, which Chaos of Forms could use more of. Fanciful digressions crop up in unexpected places, often sticking around long enough to confuse but not long enough to convince. Chaos of Forms isn’t Revocation’s most memorable record, but it’s easily the most ambitious.

#4. Teratogenesis (2012). The 22-minute Teratogenesis utilizes the EP format brilliantly, offering an action-packed tour through Revocation’s style. “The Grip Tightens” is a perfect crystallization of death-thrash, complete with both an iconic opening riff and one of metal’s most enduring music videos. Meanwhile, “Maniacally Unleashed” adventures from thrashy riffing to serene melodies as well as any other track in Revocation’s oeuvre. Teratogenesis hones the guitar pyrotechnics that would define its successor Revocation, employing them for stratospheric climaxes. While Teratogenesis loses steam as it progresses, this says more about the sky-high bar set by the first three tracks. In historical perspective, Teratogenesis feels monumental in the same way as Suffocation’s Human Waste. It isn’t flawless, but it’s an indispensable encapsulation of Revocation’s career. I can’t imagine them without it.

#3. Existence Is Futile (2009). Bridging the gap between the straightforward Empire of the Obscene and the batshit Chaos of Forms, Existence Is Futile is Revocation’s most melo- and least mellow album. Skeletonwitch looms large, and the album infects me through its chunky riffs (“Pestilence Reigns”), its jubilant solos (“Anthem of the Betrayed”), and its irresistible choruses (“Reanimaniac”). Even still, Existence Is Futile’s most enduring achievement is its thirst for adventure. The narrative evolution of the instrumental “Across Forests and Fjords” resembles Insomnium’s Winter’s Gate; in stark contrast, the proggy title track mutates so many times that I can never quite recall when it starts or ends. Not once does this ever feel like an intellectual exercise. Rather, Existence Is Futile is Revocation’s most consistently fun release, achieving immortality through the energy of thrash and the creative power of prog death. Revocation’s sophomore record isn’t immune to thrash metal’s age-old pitfalls, and the album’s weaker riffs occasionally bleed together. Even so, Existence Is Futile is the highlight of Revocation’s high-octane early career.

#2. The Outer Ones (2018). Yes, if you want a party anthem, don’t look here. But fun takes many forms, and The Outer Ones’ narrative prowess stands out. The album’s Lovecraft-inspired tales and Revocation’s best-ever vocal performance hold each track together. The instruments follow suit. The riffs achieve an unholy blend of melodic weirdness (“The Outer Ones”) and raw force (“Of Unworldly Origin”). The choruses rank among Revocation’s best, peaking on the underrated blackened death spectacle “Luciferous.” Dave Davidson and Dan Gargiulo’s technical wizardry arguably reaches its apex, across both unhinged riffs and soaring solos (“Blood Atonement”). Even these highlights don’t do justice to The Outer Ones’ remarkable consistency; though it takes a small dip in “Vanitas” and peters out with “A Starless Darkness,” the album is otherwise a masterclass. While The Outer Ones disappointed some of the AMG herd, some bold commenters fought back, even demanding (rightfully) that we give Kronos a paddling. While Kronos has evaded justice so far, I hope to honor this request; The Outer Ones is one of Revocation’s creative peaks.

#1. Great Is Our Sin (2016). While each of these nine albums is impressive, nearly every one has notable flaws. Great Is Our Sin is the exception. All of Revocation’s strengths coalesce here, and every moment counts. While Netherheaven is Revocation’s most brutal album, Great Is Our Sin’s heftiest cuts can shatter steel (“Altars of Sacrifice”). While Chaos of Forms leans into the bizarre, Great Is Our Sin’s stealthy escapades are even more engaging (“The Exaltation”). While Revocation’s earlier releases emphasize the rhythm section, “Monolith of Ignorance” is a gleaming monument to bass- and drum-led evolution. While Existence Is Futile embraces the fun factor, “Altars of Sacrifice” could dunk on it with both feet planted. While Revocation showcased the emotional range of a guitar, “Cleaving Giants of Ice” stands toe-to-toe through its melodic dirge for polar ice caps. These disparate elements fuse into the masterful “Communion,” whose jazzy opening, thrashy verse, crushing chorus, and enthralling solo make it a landmark in both Revocation’s career and death metal history. Put simply, when I’m in the middle of any Great Is Our Sin track, I can’t imagine listening to anything else. That’s the surest sign of excellence.

A short, sharp primer to convince the unconvinced…

Empire of the Obscene (2008)

• “Tail from the Crypt”

Existence is Futile (2009)

• “Pestilence Reigns”
• “Reanimaniac”

Chaos of Forms (2011)

• “Cradle Robber”
• “No Funeral”

Teratogenesis (2012)

“The Grip Tightens”

• “Maniacally Unleashed”

Revocation (2013)

• “Numbing Agents”
• “Fracked”

Deathless ((2014)

• “Scorched Earth Policy”
• “Witch Trials”

Great is Our Sin (2016)

• “Arbiters of the Apocalypse”
• “Cleaving Giants of Ice”

The Outer Ones (2018)

• “The Outer Ones”
• “Luciferous”

Netherheaven (2022)

• “Strange and Eternal”
• “Nihilistic Violence”

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Castle Rat – The Bestiary Review

By Saunders

New York’s Castle Rat generated buzz off the back of their impressive slab of fantasy-inspired doom rock featured on 2024s Into the Realm. A fuzzy, female-fronted doom act with sword and sorcery shtick and a theatrical, unabashedly old school bent, the debut featured tight, infectious songwriting and enough retro flair and heavy metal swagger to rise above the familiar, throwback nature of their craft. Of course, the debut had its detractors, with their theatrical antics, coupled with a not especially original sound, failing to match the hype for some listeners enamored with the heavily populated throwback doom rock/metal scenes. Striking while the iron’s hot, Castle Rat return in quick time with sophomore album, The Bestiary. A quickfire turnaround is a welcome thing, though creates a sense of trepidation of rushed work. Riley Pinkerton (aka The Rat Queen) and her fellow minions return full of fire and ready to cast their doomy spell for the second time.

Castle Rat hit the ground running with their warm and cozy retro sound intact, albeit featuring a livelier, louder and more propulsive reiteration of the sound established on the debut. Whether listeners find their whole deal too gimmicky or not, it’s tough to doubt the authenticity and passion for their chosen style. Castle Rat channel a ’70s psychedelic haze, prominent Black Sabbath influence, and share surface similarities with acts such as the underrated and enchanting Purson, and modern stoner doom merchants Green Lung. The Bestiary is an altogether harder-hitting and boisterous entity compared to the debut, jacking up the NWoHM and fantasy-inspired bombast for extra crunch. “Phoenix I” unfurls in a slow-burning, dramatic and deliberate fashion, setting the scene for Pinkerton and co to unleash their full fury.

The Bestiary’s increased gallop and fiery guitar work ignite around the poppier sensibilities and smooth central doom grooves and prevalently catchy vocal hooks. Although not the most distinctive frontwoman in the biz, Pinkerton’s silky vocal hooks and confident, commanding delivery continue to a key focal point. Right out the gate, Castle Rat stockpile big-hitting rockers, courtesy of the bluesy doom swagger and earworm hooks of rollicking gems, “Wolf I” and “Wizard.” “Siren” keeps the good times rolling, employing tense rhythmic builds and seductively sinister vocals to cast its spell. There is an easy-to-like simplicity and infectiousness to Castle Rat’s songwriting that shines when the band’s craftsmanship is at its best. Dialing up the epic-ness and adding extra crunch and pepper creates a burlier, higher-octane effort. Within the rowdier experience, Franco Vittore (aka The Count) belts out some blazing solos, while lending doomy weight to straightforward rockers (‘Serpent, “Dragon”) and a grinding, ominous touch to “Unicorn.” Castle Rat’s willingness to experiment outside their comfort zone results in an adventurous, though mixed bag. The softer material nails mysterious, foreboding atmospheres and changes pace, though these shorter pieces are generally less engaging than the album’s rockier fare.

Amidst The Bestiary’s endearing and infectious songwriting, drawbacks appear, tainting an otherwise enjoyable opus. The bricked mastering and loud production detract from the music’s warmth and endearing charms. This issue is felt in numerous areas. The drums lack punch, the mix is squashed and muddied, while dynamic shifts, such as acoustic forays, or the noisy, climactic cacophony on “Unicorn” and “Sun Song” are sapped of their power, dulling impact. Another notable change from the debut is the increased runtime, climbing to nearly fifty minutes, in contrast to its predecessor’s refreshing efficiency. There are momentum drops and pacing issues. These factors and the front-loaded nature of the album contribute to bloat. An intro, outro, mid-album instrumental piece (“Path of Moss”) and three decent, acoustic-driven folkier tunes have their merits but combined contribute to pacing issues and overall padding.

Into the Realm was an impressive debut outing, signaling Castle Rat as a fresh force pedaling retro and fantasy-clad doom to strong effect. The Bestiary marks an ambitious, solid, if flawed follow-up. Significant production concerns and the aforementioned pacing issues, bloat, and an uneven backend detract from an album that reaffirms Castle Rat as a talented band with old school values and a vision to diversify their formula with intriguing results. While not everything hits the mark, there is still much to unpack, some killer tunes, and fun to be had. Hopefully Castle Rat can channel their creativity into a more consistent, tighter effort next time round.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 3 | Format Reviewed: 2304 kbps (Lossless)
Label: Blues Funeral Recordings
Websites: bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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Novembers Doom – Major Arcana Review

By Steel Druhm

Chicago’s Novembers Doom have charted a unique course for themselves over the last 30 years. Their unnatural pairing of beefy, cargo-beshorted death metal and highly emotional doom originally felt unstable and liable to erupt into chaos at any moment, but over time, they became adept at finding the ideal balance between madman and sadboi. Albums like The Pale Haunt Departure and Hamartia were loaded with ripping riffs and plaintive gloom, and at their best, Novembers Doom can tear at the heartstrings even as they snap your neck. The wild swings from hugely emotional, weepy sadboi melancholy and femur-fracturing death could sometimes feel forced, but more often it just fucking worked. 2019s Nephilim Grove had big moments but felt underbaked with too much filler. It’s been almost six years since, but now we get their 12th album, Major Arcana, and hopefully, a rebound for these Autumnal leaf reapers of despair.

Nothing’s really changed in the way Novembers Doom approach their trade. After an ominous and forboding intro piece, they come out swinging on the massive title track and hit you like a runaway battleship with a wide collection of primal feelz. Grinding riffs are coated with Paul Kuhr’s excellent clean and death metal vocals as the intensity builds and Kuhr warns, “This has gone too far.” The way his vocals increase in intensity is gripping, and all the usual melodic tricks Novembers Doom are known for come to the fore. This is really good shit. Another high point comes with “Mercy,” where the band hits gold with an emotionally crushing piece that evokes Woods of Ypres, Pink Floyd, and latter-era Anthema. It will break your fucking heart with its beauty and poignancy. Also quite tasty is album centerpiece “Bleed Static,” which uses its 8-minute runtime to explore a variety of despondent emotions effectively. Elsewhere, “The Dance” sticks out for its very Amorphis-esque airy, melodic guitar work and a chorus that you can easily imagine Tomi Joutsen singing.

Unfortunately, the rest of Major Arcana doesn’t operate at this level, and though most tracks have something worthwhile to offer, they won’t whisk you away in a leafblower maelstrom. “Ravenous” is a basic melodeath tune that should run 3-4 minutes, but gets stretched to 6 for no good reason. The back third of the album is significantly less enthralling than the early tracks, and while the songs work in the context of the album, they aren’t especially captivating individually. At 56-plus minutes, it would have been easy to drop 2 or 3 tracks to deliver a leaner, meaner release, but that isn’t the Novembers Doom way. This is a mood piece kind of listen, though, and if you’re in the right state of mind, it will all drift by without much resistance.

As ever, Paul Kuhr is the epicenter of the band’s sound, and he does his usual first-rate job. His singing voice is so perfect for doom that he should run a clinic on it.1 He sounds so desperately hurt and broken on “Mercy” that you can’t help but want to give him a big hug and tell him everything will be OK. At times, his singing reminds me a lot of the late great Eric Wagner of Trouble, and that’s great company to be in. His death roars are also as good as ever, big, booming, nasty, and venomous. His transitions between extremes are smooth and well-timed, and he knows how to wring a song for the maximum emotional impact. Lawrence Roberts and Vito Marchese wield potent riff hammers that often feel like they belong on a caveman death metal platter. When they do lapse into doom and melancholic sadboi mode, they deliver the goods there too. On cuts like the title track, “Mercy,” and “Bleed Static,” you can feel the pathos dripping from their fretboards. I just wish they spread that quality more evenly across the whole record.

Albums like Major Arcana can end up a frustrating experience because you get a few really amazing songs and the remainder ends up looking pale in comparison, even if nothing is bad. Novembers Doom have struggled with this issue over their career, and both 2019s Nephilim Grove and this one are held back by inconsistent songcraft. This is a good release with really high points, but you’re left feeling it could be so much more. I want MOAR leaf doom, dammit!

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Prophecy Productions
Websites: novembersdoom1989.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/novembersdoom1989 | instagram.com/novembersdoom
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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Sölicitör – Enemy in Mirrors Review

By ClarkKent

Sölicitör’s 2020 debut made quite the splash ’round these parts when 4.Öldeneye heaped glorious praise all over it. The five-piece out of Seattle has been quiet since then, releasing an EP in 2022 totaling two songs. Now they return for their sophomore release with a philosophy of more – more songs, more length, and even a couple more instruments (piano, synths). The members wanted to take a more hands-on approach with Enemy in Mirrors, which is why vocalist Amy Lee Carlson lent not only her pipes but also her artistic ability in designing the cover art. While Sölicitör retains their core sound, Enemy in Mirrors promises to be a more melodic journey. Not to worry, this is still your Holdenfather’s Sölicitör, albeit with a touch more nuance.

As Holdeneye described in his review of Spectral Devastation, Sölicitör’s style isn’t as straightforward as it appears on the surface. They find inspiration from ’80s speedy heavy acts like Judas Priest and Iron Maiden, only this time around, they add more melodic elements reminiscent of Bloodletter. The resemblance to the latter is apparent early, as the combination of speed and melodic leads gets “Paralysis” going right out the gates. “Iron Wolves of War” and “We Who Remain” continue this streak while also including some catchy choruses that channel Sölicitör’s influences. When Carlson sings “Flee! Flee in horror!” on “Iron Wolves of War,” I couldn’t help but think of Dickinson’s iconic chorus on “Run to the Hills.” Then, on the chorus of “We Who Remain,” it sounds an awful lot like she’s singing “Defenders of the faith.”1 Sölicitör inject plenty of spirit into their speed, and the addition of melodic leads adds depth and a layer of infectiousness.

Enemy in Mirrors is not just speed, however. The record combines up-tempo velocity with mid-tempo grooves, pianos and synths that build suspense, and, of course, Carlson’s formidable voice to perform songs that prove Sölicitör to be effective storytellers. “Spellbound Mist” is the first to dabble in this more nuanced storytelling, beginning at a slower pace as Carlson croons and casts her spell over the listener. Then it takes a sudden turn on the back half towards furious shredding and thrash that gave me flashbacks of the twists and turns that Helms Deep took on Chasing the Dragon. The final two songs similarly impress in their ability to spin a yarn, beginning with synths that create ghostly atmospheres before melodic riffs and a thrumming bass add to the enchanting soundscape. With this patient buildup, Carlson eventually gets fists pumping with well-timed vocal entrances—singing “I am the deceiver” on “Black Magick (Part I)” and throwing out a creatively pronounced “Ooooh yeah!” on “The Devil’s Hand (Part II).” Both tracks end Enemy in Mirrors on a high note, showcasing Sölicitör’s maturity in songwriting.

I see a parallel between Sölicitör and Helms Deep in that both bands churned out longer sophomore albums than their debuts. In Sölicitör’s case, the length isn’t due to longer songs, but more of them. Unfortunately, this proves my lone gripe, as there’s a slight sag in quality in the back half, which keeps Enemy in Mirrors shy of the coveted 4.Ö. These songs aren’t lacking in the speed department, but they fail to utilize the melodic leads present on the rest of the record. “Fallen Angel” isn’t the longest cut, but it feels like it due to its more uniform structure and lack of hooks. “Crimson Battle Beast” begins with a classic speed intro, but the chorus comes off awkwardly and a bit silly. What these tunes do isn’t necessarily bad, but they sound more bland than the rest. Whether these two, plus the other weaker track, “Enemy in Mirrors,” work for you or not is likely going to be a key deciding factor in how much you enjoy the album.

Enemy in Mirrors is a welcome return after a five-year break, and it’s a promising direction for these talented musicians. If you enjoyed the debut, you’ll be happy to know Sölicitör doesn’t make any core shifts in their sound, and what they do add is a definite improvement. While we would certainly prefer beloved bands to release records more frequently, the most important thing is quality, and Sölicitör has quality in spades. If you like fun, if you like speedy and melodic metal, you owe it to yourself to check this out.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Gates of Hell Records
Website: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: September 19th, 2025

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The Final Witness – Beneath the Altar Review

By Angry Metal Guy

By: Nameless_n00b_607

In a genre long since matured, a common way to avoid retreads is to combine multiple subgenres.1 Contemporary thrash in particular is difficult to get right without the proper guitar assault required to break necks. Hence, many opt to go for one of its offshoots instead. One newcomer looking to explore the avenue of genre blending is The Final Witness, the solo project of multi-instrumentalist Josh Henderson. Debut Beneath the Altar promises to deliver death and thrash in progressive form to the unwashed masses. I dove into Beneath the Altar with caution, having seen how often this combination of terms gets misused, but hoping The Final Witness would fulfill its promise.

Inspired guitar work and appropriate variety are the main strengths of The Final Witness. The majority of Beneath the Altar involves two core components: progressive thrash (“Coronation,” “The Blood”) and death/thrash (“Sanctum of the Holy”). Plentiful melodic leads further color the album, with “Testimony” even evoking the Gothenburg sound. Lastly, quieter semi-acoustic passages bridge these individual pieces together with varied levels of success. The compositions are vivid and frenetic, alternating between traditional breakneck drumming and rhythmic trickery. Henderson’s distorted vocals lack a bit of thrash attitude, but they do a fine job of punctuating the compositions with barks and snarls. Beneath the Altar’s best moments take inspiration from Coroner and Vader, and I wish those moments were much more frequent, because the sound leans a bit too close towards the groove school of guitar chugging on occasion (“Negative World,” “Principalities”). Nevertheless, the foundation of the album holds, and Henderson’s performances are impressive.

Beneath the Altar’s experimental side comes at the expense of its strengths. On top of the album’s bread and butter, most tracks differentiate themselves with eccentricities. For example, the title track’s electronic break with an almost hip-hop-like beat is memorable and surprisingly well-made, but it doesn’t exactly fit. “Testimony” ends with a dramatic organ layer that could sound excellent if the mix didn’t turn it into an ear-piercing inconvenience. Many of these one-off gimmicks are fun, but they are either misused or discarded before leaving an impact. Worse, they are a distraction. Beneath the Altar really shines when exploring the rhythmic and melodic sides of death/thrash. Diverging from this path trades depth for breadth; a tighter track like “Sanctum of the Holy” proves that The Final Witness would only benefit from holding onto a theme for longer.

The disparate ideas of Beneath the Altar are greater than the sum of their parts. Its foundational pillars work wonders individually, but interact too infrequently, and one-off experimental touches are fun but out of place. The somber semi-acoustic parts—while well done—hinder song flow when utilized too frequently (“Principalities”) and blend together after multiple listens. Good ideas feel haphazardly assembled. The foregoing is exacerbated by its production, overseen by Jason Wisdom of Becoming the Archetype. The sound is both sterile and rough, with Wisdom prioritizing guitars over vocals and drums—both of which are loud and distracting. Its qualities conjure a strange illusion of metalcore adjacency, further contributing to the album’s incoherent identity. All that being said, I don’t mind listening to Beneath the Altar again. There’s a lot to like, and a brief 36-minute runtime makes sure the record doesn’t overstay its welcome. Yet I feel more compelled to revisit individual parts of songs rather than any particular song in full.

Beneath the Altar is an interesting but unfocused prototype. Getting a solo project this far is already respectable, but I reckon Mr. Henderson is still capable of much more. With more coherent composition and a unified vision, the ideas on this record could form a powerful message. There are exciting bits and pieces here to digest, even if they don’t necessarily form a cohesive whole, and the result is that Beneath the Altar feels like a starting point for better things to come. But for the time being, The Final Witness is still trying to find its sound—and I find myself craving some Coroner instead.

Rating: Mixed
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s CBR MP3
Label: Rottweiler Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Instagram
Release Date: August 15th, 2025

#25 #2025 #AmericanMetal #Aug25 #BecomingTheArchetype #BeneathTheAltar #Coroner #DeathThrash #ProgressiveThrashMetal #Review #RottweilerRecords #TheFinalWitness #ThrashMetal #Vader

Ritual Mass – Cascading Misery Review

By Kenstrosity

It’s difficult to enter a conversation about death doom without thinking, at least once, of Incantation. Or Autopsy. Or Asphyx. Or any number of other acts in between. But not many of them choose “Christian Mysticism” as their primary theme. Here enters Pittsburg death doom upstarts Ritual Mass, primed to unleash their debut slab of biblical horrors Cascading Misery upon this God-fearing world. One can only wonder what fresh Hell this tome holds.

Thankfully, I know what fresh hell this holds, and it is nasty. With serrated tones and a cavernous boom, Cascading Misery reeks of the same rotted death Incantation made a sensation, doomed and dour in pace and attitude. Yet, it is monstrous, bloodthirsty, and quintessentially evil at the same time, in the same way Replicant often is (“Frozen Marrow”). In six songs spread across 40 minutes, Cascading Misery portrays Ritual Mass as a capable, confident purveyor of anguish trained in the ways of olde death, twisted by the corrupted lore of hellish origin. A lack of distinct identity holds them back, though, as much of this material feels and sounds all too deeply rooted in methods and modes trademarked by the aforementioned legendary acts. Maybe this lands Ritual Mass into the worshipping class of modern revivals, but there’s much potential here for growth and distinction as they develop their sound further.

Much of this potential lies in funereal closer “Disquiet” and blistering tear “Cascading Misery.” In the former—a 14 minute epic of glacial, stripped down doom book-ended by vicious death freakouts—Ritual Mass showcase an unexpected tenderness that belies the violence of the beast that raged relentlessly for 30 minutes prior. This tenderness brings in a new voice, an unexpected dynamic that pulls me into a deep void of sorrow, a kind of sorrow that changes my entire perception of what this record seemed to be up to that point. Consequently, when it breaks in the third quarter into a desperate, screeching howl, I’m not stricken with fear and terror. I’m instead flooded with sympathy and a desire to hold close this wounded creature before me. On the opposite side of the same coin, “Cascading Misery” shreds through flesh, bone, and gristle with a maddened fervor, mercilessly terrorizing everyone and destroying everything around it. A ferocious spirit possesses that track, one that nobody on Earth or in any afterlife could ever hope to quell or heal.

This duality roiling within a single tortured entity is the core of Cascading Misery to these ears, and it’s what Ritual Mass needs to capitalize on further in order to stand out in a crowded musical space. Outside of an outstanding drum performance that routinely elevates every moment of Cascading Misery, it simply takes too long for this debut to showcase something remarkable. The first three tracks lack distinguishing characteristics, both from the cavernous genre that they occupy and within the microcosm of the record itself. Generic riffs, monotonous song structures, and relatively dull doom passages conspire to undermine those great ideas and ample substance contained inside Cascading Misery’s strongest material. This, ultimately, is an issue of consistency. In many ways, Cascading Misery is a perfectly competent, even good record based solely on what’s offered in the first half. However, in light of the presence and clever creativity that characterizes the second half, that perfect competence doesn’t feel so perfect anymore. Instead, it feels like more than just a few missed opportunities.

All things taken into account, Cascading Misery is difficult to rate. On the one hand, Ritual Mass offers a nasty slab of doomed death that deviates modestly, but still notably, away from the stereotypical subject matter. On the other, they don’t take full advantage of their creative juices, choosing to saturate the second half with killer ideas and leaving the first half a bit malnourished. The optimist in me believes wholeheartedly that this only means Ritual Mass left plenty of room for them to grow for their sophomore effort. Let us pray that this turns out to be the case!

Rating: Mixed
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: 20 Buck Spin
Website: ritualmass.bandcamp.com/music
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

#25 #20BuckSpin #2025 #AmericanMetal #Asphyx #Autopsy #CascadingMisery #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Incantation #Replicant #Review #Reviews #RitualMass #Sep25

Motherless – Do You Feel Safe? Review

By Samguineous Maximus

Sometimes, you don’t need nuance. Sometimes you don’t want prog-soaked journeys through inner turmoil, or post-whatever atmospherics that whisper about pain instead of screaming it in your face. 1 Sometimes you just want music to sound like the goddamn world is on fire. Featuring members of Without Waves and site favorites The Atlas Moth, Chicago’s Motherless might have just that with their debut Do You Feel Safe? 2 Promising a slab of riff-driven sludge metal with “driving intensity that reflects both personal darkness and industrial urban weight,” Motherless seems poised to deliver a batch of vile tunes for the end times. Can these scene veterans succeed in making a compelling and punishing debut, or will they find themselves crushed under the fuzz-drenched weight of their own riffs?

The brand of sonic violence Motherless specializes in owes just as much to the depraved lineage of crust punk and d-beat as it does the virulent brand of blackened sludge from fellow Chicagoans Lord Mantis and Indian. Do You Feel Safe? eschews the aimless downtuned wandering often found in the style, instead careening between powerlifting-ready sludge killriffs and mosh-inducing hardcore parts at a breakneck pace. The result is a riffstorm that hits with the immediacy of Thou’s Umbilical, but cranked to about double the RPM (that’s riffs per minute, naturally). Even on longer songs, Motherless keep things interesting by injecting a slice of post-metal shimmer (“Darling, You Don’t Look Well”) and the serrated edge of Black Sheep Wall’s post-hardcore abrasion (“The New Romance”). Do You Feel Safe?’s brisk 33-minute runtime blows by in a way that sufficiently encourages drywall-punching, but its 8 tracks mix things up just enough as not to grow stale.

The core aggression of Do You Feel Safe? is driven by its formidable guitar work. The bludgeoning force of Anthony Cwan and Stavros Giannopoulos is as delectable as it is vile, adapting the expansive three-pronged guitar attack of The Atlas Moth and condensing it for maximum destructive capability. When they’re not blasting ahead on punkier cuts like “Reptile Dysfuntion” or the blackened aggression of “Abrupt Violence,” Motherless’s core riff flavor is that of sinister groove; built on open string intervals and syncopated chugs. Tracks like “You Seem So Damn Sure,” “Christian Math” and “Insect Politics” all center around devilishly infectious riffs, downtuned appropriately and engineered to ensure maximum headbangability. Bassist Alex Klien sticks close to the guitars, augmenting their effectiveness with a massive bass crunch. The central riff package is expanded with consistent lead guitars, which add atmosphere and textural nuance to the mammoth sludge on display.

This twisted display of aural decimation is matched by an equally punishing production job. Do You Feel Safe? features an all-star mix by Sanford Parker (Eyehategod, Yob, Darkthrone) and master by Brad Boatwright (Sleep, Obituary, Kylesa), whose impressive abilities are on full display. 3 This ensures that every palm-mute and distorted power chord from Motherless hits with the sonic impact of a freight train and ensures that everything feels as massive as the compositions demand. Giannopoulos’s powerful shriek is given enough space to shine, which lets his caustic delivery and repeated lyrical declarations of vitriol explode with a deserved venom. Drummer Gary Naples boasts a commanding drum tone, with enough modern punch across the kit for his tasteful gallops and tom work to shine through, while preserving a raw attack that serves the band well. Overall, the mix allows Motherless to sound like a cohesive unit, readymade for aural annihilation.

With Do You Feel Safe?, Motherless have released one of the strongest sludge metal albums of the year, one that lives up to band member’s impressive pedigrees. It’s a record which is as aggressive as it is addictive, that beckons repeated descents into its depraved sonic labyrinth. It’s a perfect soundtrack to a year where it’s felt like everything has gone wrong and all you can do is scream into the void as a response. If you need something to encapsulate the anguish of our modern era, Motherless are here for you, waiting with walls of distortion and clad in urban decay. When they shout “Do You Feel Safe?” you’ll whisper back “no.”

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s CBR MP3
Label: Prosthetic Records
Websites: motherlesschicago.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Motherless-Chicago
Releases Worldwide: September 12th, 2025

#2025 #40 #AmericanMetal #BlackSheepWall #CrustPunk #DoYouFeelSafe_ #DoomMetal #Indian #LordMantis #Motherless #ProstheticRecords #Review #Reviews #Sep25 #Sludge #TheAtlasMoth #Thou #WithoutWaves

Stuck in the Filter: June 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

Sweat pours out of our pores. Heat blisters metal and scorches dirt. Power bills rise relentlessly, without mercy. These are the signs of summer in the brutal ductwork that is our hallowed Filter. But we continue onward in search of those metallic scraps that provide such unbridled joy to our masses. The only variable: who of my trusted team will survive this season, and who will perish in the service of this sacred duty?

We won’t know the answer until this article gets published. And when it is, the statistics will be fabricated and obfuscated accordingly. So ignore the death toll and instead peep the haul!

Kenstrosity’s Meanest Meanies

Shadow of Intent // Imperium Delirium [June 12th, 2025 – Self-Release]

For over a decade, Connecticut/Rhode Island melodic deathcore independents Shadow of Intent challenged the standards of the genre by offering album after album of ripping tracks filled with drama, clever songwriting, and demolishing vocal talent. In their catalog, Elegy was the one record of theirs that didn’t stick with me. However, Imperium Delirium rapidly righted the ship with 55 minutes of opulent, evil, and crushing melodic destruction. Raging through its first half without a single misstep, Imperium Delirium is a focused effort chock full of devastating heft, buttery smooth songwriting, and a favorable riffs-to-breakdowns ratio. The back half focuses on drama and orchestration just a touch more, but songs like “Feeding the Meatgrinder,” “Vehement Draconian Vengeance,” and “No Matter the Cost” still bring the violence required to annihilate entire planets. Championing this unending assault of killer tunes, Ben Duerr’s vocal performance is intimidating to say the least, easily reinforcing his rightful place as one of the very best extreme vocalists in the scene today. Of course, the record is still too long by about 10 minutes, and a fair amount of that bloat comes from the slightly overblown self-titled closer. Additionally, while I appreciate the reverent nod to the instrumental talent on “Apocalypse Canvas,” I don’t believe it adds enough to the story of this record. Nonetheless, Imperium Delirium might be one of my favorite Shadows of Intent, and I look forward to where it leads me next.

ClarkKent’s Literary Listen

Nightbearer // Defiance [June 13, 2025 – Testimony Records]

Anyone looking for a mashup of Phillip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy and Gothenburg melodeath, look no further than the latest album from Germany’s Nightbearer. Defiance marks album number three in the band’s repertoire, and a continuation of their worship of fantasy epics.1 Right off the bat, the catchy harmonic guitar lead of “His Dark Materials” summons Dark Tranquillity and At the Gates. The guitar work by Dominik Hellmuth and Tristan Schubert is fantastic throughout–their creative melodies bring to mind lively outfits like Brymir. Michael Torka’s beastly growls and Manuel Lüke’s thunderous drumming add some brutality and weight to the harmonious riffs. A few songs even go full brutal death metal (“One Church Over All”, “Dying Knows No Bounds”). Perhaps the standout track comes from the 9-minute epic, “Ascension.” It starts with an eerie synth intro before breaking out into some of the best riffs on Defiance. Then, just as things settle down, the song builds back up and explodes into something straight from Blackwater Park-era Opeth. Overall, this is an impressive collection of songs that’s sure to scratch that HM-2 itch.

Tyme’s Juxtaposed Jotting

Lipoma // No Cure for the Sick [June 13th, 2025 – Gurgling Gore]

Melodic gore-grind. Yeah, it’s a thing. And California-based Lipoma’s new album, No Cure for the Sick, proves it’s a pretty fucking cool thing at that—the brainchild of one Max Pierce (aka Dr. Lipoma).2 Since going live in 2021, Lipoma has been insanely active, releasing a slew of splits and EPs along with two full-length albums: 2022’s Horrors of Pathology and 2023’s Odes to Suffering. And while Lipoma has steadily worked to make comparisons with fellow purveyors like Carcass, Lymphatic Phlegm, and Pharmacist less relevant, No Cure for the Sick moves things to a different ballpark, one full of Gothenburgian melodicism (“Cult of the Firehealers,” “Glory to the Blade”), post-metallic pop-punk optimism (“Cardiac Scars Forever,” “Psalms of Psoriasis”), indecipherable gurgles, and organ, which is what sets Lipoma’s No Cure for the Sick apart not only from previous efforts, but the pack in general. From the circus-like atmosphere shrouding opener “The Sea Surgeon,” Pierce’s use of organ permeates much of No Cure for the Sick’s forty minutes, buoying the melodic heaviness and excellent solo work with jig-like danceability (“Remedies of Pagan Medicine,” “Last Anatomy of Johan Ziegler,” “No Cure for the Sick”). Pierce’s melodically charged instrumentation, when juxtaposed against his gore-ground gurglings—a combo that works in a way it has no right to—sees Lipoma doing something I find wholly unique, a rarity in today’s digital age. I have had a ton of fun with No Cure for the Sick, and if you’ve not checked it out yet, do so post haste.

Iceberg’s Frosty Forget-Me-Nots

Puppe Magnetik // Laudans Deum [June 6th, 2025 – The Circle Music]

Laudans Deum is not for the faint of heart, if that album cover didn’t quite convince you. The debut compilation of Puppe Magnetik, the record dives deep into the recesses of the human psyche. Aina Virtanen weaponizes industrial metal, ambient, and drone, wrapped up in the stylings of the Weimar Republic. An accomplished classically-trained musician, Virtanen uses her clean vocals sparingly (“Who Will Sing This Sorrow,” “Labyrinth”) but to great effect, reminiscent of Diablo Swing Orchestra. But the accessibility stops there; Laudans Deum’s thirteen tracks are comprised of ambient meditations (“Moritat”), ear-splitting electronic barrages (“Suspendium, Rosarium et Crucifixu”), and mood music fit for a throwback horror movie (“The Pregnant Nun,” “Patient AV”). But within the graveyard are scattered moments of respite; the gorgeously rendered classical guitar of “Timeless Serenade” and the haunting vocals of “Laments From The Desert.” While the album is unforgivingly through-composed, making for an exceptionally difficult first listen, there’s something darkly endearing about it. I’m reminded of Sergei Prokofiev, the Russian composer whose music was often described as both grotesque and starkly beautiful. Puppe Magnetik have produced a challenging record, but it’s worth a listen for those who enjoy avant-garde music and the stranger, more terrifying corners of the aural arts.

All Men Unto Me // Requiem [June 27th, 2025 – The Larvarium]

A little more metal, but a lot more challenging, All Men Unto Me’s Requiem brings to bear the full weight of spiritual suffering. Requiem is a direct interpretation of the Latin Mass for the Dead, it’s eight tracks playing all the hits. Fuzzed out, half-time doom takes a supporting role in a record that heavily features pipe organ, acoustic guitar, and string leads. Rylan Greaves takes a unique approach here, subverting the natural tension and release of the rite by injecting clanging noise into passages normally reverent. Their vocal performance is the unrepentant star of the show, at times crystalline (“Introit”) at others sobbing (“Kyrie”) straining (“Agnus Dei”) and howling (“Sequentia”). The album takes its time to sink its claws into you, with long track lengths and extended droning chords requiring patience. But pay close attention to Greaves’ lyrics and you can’t help but be pulled into the raw, emotional drama of Requiem. The rising, ethereal sunset of “In Paradisum,” the falsetto whisper speaking “God knows what I’d be without you” against an impossibly high, ever so slightly off-key bell-tone. One’s left wondering the true meaning of that line as the track ends, and the dead remain silent. A powerful statement indeed.

Killjoy’s Fabulous Find

Fabula Rasa // Tome II: The Beyond [June 13th, 2025 – Self-Release]

The words “fabulous” and “fable” are interconnected, both derived from the Latin word “fabulosus.” And since folk music and power metal draw heavily from fables and myths, the portmanteau Fabula Rasa is a fitting name for a group that blends both genres. Following the lead of forebears Elvenking and early Mägo de Oz, this spirited crew from Düsseldorf, Germany, infuses what would otherwise be standard—but good!—heavy/power metal with lots of violin. The violin and guitar trade off playing the lead melodies, though the former tends to have greater emphasis. But fret not, shred-heads, for the guitar solos are also exemplary in the more power metal-leaning songs, like “Dragon Rising” and “Vengeance Is Mine.” The violin often carves its own folksy space, the cheery, zippy fiddling akin to Dalriada (“At Full Moon,” “Anthem of the North”). Most songs are energetic, but “Burning Innocence” is a pleasant surprise midway through the record, with hand drums and the other band members’ vocal contributions creating an intimate group setting. Don’t miss this charismatic performance from these fabulous musicians.

Maddog’s Sludgy Selection

Dimscûa // Dust Eater [June 3rd, 2025 – Self-Release]

While sludge is a dime a dozen, few bands scratch the same itch as Amenra’s best work. The UK’s Dimscûa aims to correct this oversight. Dust Eater opens with “Elder Bairn,” whose rhythmic riffs evoke the meditative power of LLNN. After this appetizer, the album’s interplay between brawn and heart rivals Amenra. While Dimscûa’s muscular riffs drive the album forward (“Existence/Futility”), Dust Eater stands out through its hypnotic melodies. The heartache in these melodies is palpable, magnified by tortured vocals that recall Julie Christmas. Because of this ebb and flow, the album never feels bloated despite its eight-minute average track length. For instance, “Existence/Futility” abandons and then suddenly resurrects its driving main riff, adding unexpected variety and lodging into my memory. Dust Eater’s climaxes sometimes fall short, like the fizzle-out ending of “The Dusteater.” But despite its imperfections, Dimscûa’s debut is a powerful outing in a neglected style.3

Dear Hollaback’s Ain’t No B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Various Artists // KPop Demon Hunters [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack] [June 20th, 2025 – Republic Records]4

Okay, look. Look. K-Pop is not metal, I get that. But the gang over at Sony concocted what just recently earned the title of Netflix’s most watched movie of all time, and holy shit, what a soundtrack.. I’d like to use the classic “my daughter made me do it” schtick but she only likes “Takedown.”5 KPop Demon Hunters creates insanely catchy pop music that’s also focused and intentional, a commentary on the rigid and flagellant nature of K-Pop alongside feel-good messages of self-acceptance and healing (“Golden,” “What It Sounds Like”). The focal girl group HUNTR/X does most of the heavy lifting, also tossing in enough pop culture-inclined battle hymns to make the republic jealous (“How It’s Done,” “Takedown”). Their on-screen rivals Saja Boys offer entendre-layered sugary pop (the infamous “Soda Pop”) and sinister Gregorian-influenced choruses (“Your Idol”). Beyond the novelty is intentionality: clever chord progressions that feel continually transcendent rather than stagnantly by-the-numbers (“What It Sounds Like”), diminuendos of authenticity among bombasts of a glossy sheen (“Golden”), touches of dissonance paired with unsettling slant rhymes (“Your Idol”), and rhythmic complexity building to ethereal climaxes of soaring belts (“Free”). While yes, I’m telling you to give it a spin, I am also giving excuses for why my review count dropped to critical this summer. Fuck off, I’m gonna be, gonna be golden.

#2025 #AllMenUntoMe #Ambient #AmericanMetal #AtTheGates #AvantGarde #Brymir #Carcass #Dalriada #DarkTranquility #Deathcore #Defiance #DiabloSwingOrchestra #Dimscûa #Drone #DustEater #Elvenking #FabulaRasa #FinnishMetal #FolkMetal #GermanMetal #GurglingGore #HeavyMetal #HUNTRX #ImperiumDelirium #IndustrialMetal #Jun25 #KPop #KPopDemonHunters #LaudansDeum #Lipoma #LymphaticPhlegm #MägoDeOz #MelodicDeathMetal #MelodicDeathcore #Nightbearer #NoCureForTheSick #Opeth #Pharmacist #PowerMetal #PuppeMagnetik #RepublicRecords #Requiem #Review #Reviews #SajaBoys #SelfRelease #SelfReleased #ShadowOfIntent #StuckInTheFilter #TestimonyRecords #TheCircleMusic #TheLarvarium #TomeIITheBeyond #UKMetal #VariousArtists

Helstar – The Devil’s Masquerade Review

By Steel Druhm

When folks look back on the magic and glory of 80s metal, Helstar tend to get overlooked. The little Texas band that could, Helstar dropped a series of influential albums from 1984 to 1989 that were important to the US power metal and prog-power genres. Their Burning Star debut was charmingly rough and raw, and so metal it hurt, giving birth to classic cuts like “Witch’s Eye” and the timeless “Run With the Pack.” 1986s Remnants of War saw the band fully embrace the USPM sound for a righteous platter of bold, badass battle tunes that sound as mighty today as they did when released.1 Both 1988s Distant Thunder and especially 1989s Nosferatu helped lay the groundwork for many future prog-power acts, most notably, Nevermore. After that, Helstar had missteps, broke up, reformed, and never quite recaptured the magic of their salad days, despite a few solid late career releases like The Wicked Nest and, most recently, 2016s Vampiro. It’s been a long time in the crypt since then, and I was quite shocked to see The Devil’s Masquerade arrive in the promo sump. With much of the same lineup intact from Vampiro, can Helstar rise from the dead once more and draw fresh blood?

I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting as much heat and venom as the band delivers on the opening title track. It’s a beefy, bruising beast with churning riffs and James Rivera’s distinctive vocals raging. It could have appeared on Nosferatu, which is a major compliment. It has the classic Helstar sound and vibe, Rivera sounds great, and the guitarwork from original axe master Larry Barragán and new(ish) slinger Alan DeLeon Jr. achieves the right blend of beef, brains, and balls. The burly alchemy extends into “Stygian Miracles,” which really sounds like 80s era Helstar, especially the riff work and neo-classical noodling. “Carcass for a King” almost crosses over into thrash, and it’s a delightfully aggressive aural beating with uber dramatic vocals and enough riff weight to crush an industrial earth mover.

By the time you get to “Seek Out Your Sins,” you may start to realize how Helstar reminds you of Nevermore. That’s understandable, since there isn’t all that much space between what Helstar was doing in 1988-89 and what Nevermore did from 1995 onward, and here you get a hyper-active overdose of prog-power intensity reflecting both acts. “The Black Wall” is another nostalgia-inducing trip back to the past with all the beloved Helstar elements of olde exploding back into life. Likewise, the impressive and shreddy instrumental “Suerte De Muleta” would have fit on any of the band’s later 80s works. Surprisingly, The Devil’s Masquerade holds the line on quality from start to finish, and that finish is the burning speed and fury of “I Am the Way,” which even features guest vocals by Robert Lowe (Solitude Aeturnus) and Jason McMaster (Watchtower, Dangerous Toys). At a super tight 38 minutes and with all songs smartly constrained in the 3-5 minute window, there’s no filler or chaff to deal with, just raging heavy metal full of adrenalized aggression and anger.

James Riveria has been at the mic for Helstar since the beginning, and damn, his voice has held up shockingly well over the ensuing 41-plus years. Sure, he can’t just toss out stratospheric screams at every juncture anymore, but his voice sounds strong, firm, and commanding nonetheless. He even dabbles in extreme vocals for extra spice. Not bad for a guy pushing 65. Larry Barragán and Alan DeLeon Jr. bring all the bells and whistles to the Black Mass, offering wild, shreddy fretboard surfing while making everything sound smart and stately rather than chaotic and showboaty. They dazzle with crushing riffs and heavy-as-fook leads, then color the skies with fancy fingering. They make the album’s instrumental a must listen and I’m suitably impressed by what they accomplish.

The Devil’s Masquerade is the best thing Helstar have done since Nosferatu, and I’m quite shocked that they had something this potent up their sleeves at this point in their lives. It feels enough like their heyday to satisfy old heads like me, but it offers enough nods to modern times to avoid feeling stuck in the past. Most importantly, you get a collection of well-written, entertaining metal songs with power, poise, and precision. This reminds me why I loved Helstar so much as a kid, and now I get to love them again in my dotage. If you’ve never heard Helstar, this is not a bad starting point at all. After that, go back to discover their 80s material. It’s something special.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps
Label: Massacre
Websites: facebook.com/helstar.metal | instagram.com/helstarofficial
Releases Worldwide: September 12th, 2025

#2025 #35 #AmericanMetal #HeavyMetal #Helstar #MassacreRecords #Nevermore #Review #Reviews #Sep25 #SpeedMetal #TheDevilSMasquerade

Electrocutioner – Harbinger Review

By Dr. A.N. Grier

Two years ago, I grabbed Electrocutioner’s False Idols solely because their one-pager told me not to. And I enjoyed every minute of its straightforward approach to old-school thrash. Even scoring it higher than one would ever dare for something that’s been done countless times over. But there was just something about its riff-machine qualities that hooked me so deeply. Fast forward, and I’ve got my grubby sausage fingers on their sophomore outing, Harbinger. And, once again, you’ll find no gimmicks here. Just beer-swilling thrash in the realm of Slayer, Testament, and Whiplash. The only difference is that this threesome (with gang vocal support from some friends) is signed to a label. Sure, it’s a smaller Canadian label, but these Strong Islanders ain’t aboot to let that bother them.

Like the band’s debut, Harbinger is a relentless onslaught that rarely sees drawn-out introductions throughout its tight thirty-six-minute runtime. The only moments of calm are delivered in the same way as before: using weird-ass instrumentals that only Tangerine Orange would enjoy. Though completely pointless, it appears to be their jam. Outside of that, each song is tight and effective, not a one of them exceeding five minutes in length. You’ll find everything from blistering-fast speed licks, chonky thrash charges, and mid-paced stompers. Mix in some rough vocals, chaotic gang shouts, and rough production, and you might as well be listening to it on cassette in your dad’s beat-up pickup. But will the outcome be the same, better, or worse than its predecessor?

Unlike False Idols, no spacey instrumental coaxes us into the record. “Doomsday Device” rips your scrotum on the first note and doesn’t let go until the gangrene settles in. This short, Slayerish ditty even sports a classic Araya scream that forms goosebumps on my pecker. Like any good trash track, it breaks down in the middle, restarting the frenzy, charging faster and faster as the gang shouts tear around you. The follow-up track, “Lightning Sacrifice,” keeps the momentum going, delivering a killer groove and addictive chorus that sticks hard. While there’s some variation in the songwriting throughout, the one track that stands out for being straightforward and restrained is “Frozen File.” With its intricate guitar work and pleasing chorus, it uses its strength in quality construction instead of dropping breakdowns and screaming guitar solos.

Other songs worth exploring are the back-half beauties, “The Chariot,” “Azazel,” and “Seven Seals of Koresh.” The first is a short piece featuring some of the album’s more vicious guitar and vocal performances. It uses a speedy lick to build up to the gangy chorus before ending with a slick, headbangable conclusion. “Azazel” is a flailing storm of guitars with a pavement-splitting chorus. Though it includes a ridiculously stupid spoken-word passage, this piece is one of the heavier tracks on Harbinger. “Seven Seals of Koresh” backs off a bit, opening with a mid-paced thrash lick. But then, all hell breaks loose, charging toward the chorus like Steel coming after me for drinking all his bourbon. As the intensity increases, the band picks up the pace, charging faster and harder than ever before.

Outside of the useless instrumentals, the two songs that have the biggest issues are “End of Days” and the title track. The first is that it’s so short, it doesn’t seem to know where to go. The only thing going for it is its slithering Slayer vibes. The title track is frustrating because the chorus is dreadful. It has some nifty riff changes that help, but when the chorus comes back around, I want to skip it. And, the fact that the instrumental “Vision II” closes the album instead of “Seven Seals of Koresh” is a mistake. There’s also an issue with the mix. False Idols was just dynamic enough that the bass had some presence. With Harbinger, the bass is buried far too much for my taste. These issues put this new release a notch lower than its predecessor, but Harbinger is hella fun and will keep your attention if you liked the band’s debut.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: Stream | Format Reviewed: Stream Deez Nutz
Label: CDN Records
Websites: electrocutionerthrash.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/electrocutioner
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025

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Imperishable – Revelation in Purity Review

By Tyme

As I prepare to flip the calendar over to what looks like a pretty stacked September,1 I took a moment to reflect on my Angry Metal August. Forays into the sump pit this month yielded several better-than-good releases that I was lucky enough to snag and pen words for. My final entry for this last month of summer2 comes by way of South Carolina’s Imperishable. Formed in 2020 as a side gig by Nile’s Brian Kingsland and Olkoth’s Alex Rush, Imperishable didn’t become a three-piece until 2023, when drum aficionado Derek Roddy (ex-Hate Eternal, ex-Malevolent Creation) entered the fold. Imperishable’s 2024 EP, originally titled Demo’s, caught the ear of Everlasting Spew Records, who signed on to release the band’s debut album, Revelation in Purity. With no question as to the metal cachet of its constituency, the only thing left for me to do was determine if Imperishable’s first outing would signal the end of my August hot streak.

With a blackened death metal heart, Revelation in Purity pierces several veils, tossing traces of groove, doom, and ’90s grunge into the mix. Within moments, album opener “Oath of Disgust” evokes strong Emperor vibes, its eddying riffs and clean, choral-like vocal section landing somewhere between the mighty Anthems3 and IX Equilibrium. These blackened moments are a red thread running throughout Imperishable’s death metal tapestry, expertly woven into a single style, rather than a collection of either-or compositions. As much as Olkoth and newer Nile (“Where Dead Omens Croon”) nestle in the nooks of Imperishable’s sound, there’s some Morbid Angel crouched in the crannies as well (“The Enduring Light of Irreverance”). Kingsland’s grasp of tension and melody, especially evident in his excellent solo work, provides a guitar tour de force of towering tremolos, whirlwind riffs, and bright, splashy chord harmonies (“Revelation in Purity,” “Spewing Retribution”). His vocals, whether gutturally growled, blackly screamed, or cleanly harmonized, are also impressively discernible as Rush’s sinister bass lines, crisp as Cliff Burton’s and full of malice, hold sway over Revelation in Purity’s nether realm alongside Reddy’s devastating drum work—a maelstrom of stormy snares, deadly double-kicks, and fancy fills.

Revelation in Purity navigates many twists, turns, and serpentine paths without getting lost, Imperishable’s songwriting filling the role of expert trail guide. As deftly merged as their black and death metal elements are, it’s the seamless incorporation of those disparate offshoots that helps Revelation in Purity stand out. On the heels of tremolodic leads and some chaotic verse accompaniment, “Exclusion Continuum” hits a nice little groove at the two-minute mark that continues as it slows to a very satisfying, chuggy crawl before re-igniting with one of Kingsland’s sustained yawps. And it’s the doomy atmospheres of “Iniquity,” with its “Where the Slime Live” feel, that, along with follow-up track “Where Dead Omens Croon,” incorporate vocal harmonies straight out of Alice in Chains’ Staley/Cantrell playbook of old, making this late round, one-two punch my favorite section on Revelation in Purity.

Imperishable dispels atmospheric, interludial frivolity by packing Revelation in Purity’s thirty-two-minute runtime with let-our-music-do-the-talking decisions, outperforming any of the recent output from their main gigs. Jamie King’s mix and master, though slightly muted, still allows every single performance to shine in a way that highlights the musical talent of each member, while Ronnie Bjornstrom’s re-amped rhythm guitars lend an organic air to Kingsland’s performance that never detracts from the cohesiveness of the whole. My biggest gripe with Revelation in Purity is that nearly half of the songs have been circulating in some form or fashion since late 2020, when the first raw versions of “Exclusion Continuum” began to appear. A mostly minor, personal disappointment that Imperishable didn’t keep more of their cards a tad closer to the vest.

Imperishable’s all-killer, no-filler approach makes for some impressive blackened death metal, and while Revelation in Purity isn’t doing anything particularly groundbreaking, what it does do is very good. While I was pleasantly surprised by last year’s Nile album and am wholly looking forward to Olkoth’s follow-up, Imperishable is now on Tyme’s list of things to watch for. I’m eager to hear what a batch of fresh new ideas and songs will sound like from this crew, because, as evidenced by Revelation in Purity, Imperishable has a bright future ahead of them.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Record Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

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Incite – Savage New Times Review

By Steel Druhm

Written By: Nameless_n00b_602

Within metal circles, one does not simply invoke the Cavalera name. Its crest is adorned with more than just the seminal works of Sepultura. There is ambition there that does not sleep. That great name is ever pushing boundaries, creating new sounds. This is no barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. There is no poisonous fume for inspiration to choke on. Not with 10,000 artists could you accomplish what those brothers have done; it is folly. Thus, it is with great interest—and a little skepticism—that I was assigned Incite’s seventh LP. Fronted by Max Cavalera’s stepson, Richie Cavalera, Savage New Times promises to be the band’s truest-to-self offering yet. Let’s see how deep the roots go.

For those unfamiliar, Incite majors in groove metal. A familiar southern aggression suffuses Layne Richardson’s axe work and Cavalera’s contentious lyrical delivery. Mid-paced tracks like “Used and Abused” or “Savage New Times” take a cue from Lamb of God or Exhorder, while rager “No Mercy, No Forgiveness” could easily fit on an early DevilDriver record. Bassist EL knows his craft well, building tension and promising violence with well-placed, threatening basslines (“Chucked Off,” “Never Die Once”). The instruments make room in verses for Cavalera’s vocal aggression to brew before crashing together in a choral release, and it is here that drummer Lennon Lopez shines. His energetic drumming steals the spotlight on the choruses of “Used and Abused” and “Chucked Off.” With such strong adherence to the tenets of groove metal, Savage New Times makes it clear that Incite has never missed a class at Pantera’s Vulgar School of Power.

Incite meets with mixed success when they venture outside their core sound. Richardson shows real prowess on “Used and Abused,” where he evokes both Amon Amarth in the bridge and the spiraling tones of System of a Down in the chorus. “Savage New Times” features leads reminiscent of Cannibal Corpse in the verse and, like “Feel This Shit (I’m Fired Up),” sports a militant burst fire tempo around the midpoint. On the other hand, “Doubts and the Fear” falters with a murky, pseudo-psychedelic bridge and nasally Agnostic Front-tinged vocals. Longest song “Dolores” also struggles. Unlike Phil Anselmo’s softer cleans that match the verses of Pantera’s “This Love,” Cavalera barely dulls his edge for the parallel sections of “Dolores,” creating a sonic disconnect between the instruments and himself. This is exacerbated by a similar divide between the rhythm section and the sprawling, idyllic solo recalling “Hotel California.”

More generally, Savage New Times suffers from unambitious songwriting. Except for the neoclassical intro of “Chucked Off” and the solo in “Used and Abused,” Richardson’s lead sections feel lethargic and unremarkable. Song structures feature minimal variation and fall into cyclical verse-chorus-verse-chorus patterns. While this isn’t a problem individually, ten songs of it feels repetitive. Additionally, several tracks lack a satisfying conclusion and feel half-baked. “Dolores” ends with a well-performed piano melody, but it feels tacked on after such a strong finish from the band. Similarly, by cutting their outros, “Lies,” “Feel This Shit (I’m Fired Up),” and “No Mercy, No Forgiveness” could have all ended powerfully rather than aimlessly.

While Savage New Times isn’t a terrible album, because of its deficiencies, I often found myself listening to Incite’s influences rather than Incite themselves. There’s plenty to critique between unmoving songcraft and mixed experimentation, but the final nail in the coffin is the production.1 There’s a slight sibilance and several artifacts throughout Savage New Times. It’s most egregious on “Used and Abused,” ruining one of the record’s best cuts.2 This is the common trend of the album—otherwise good tracks flawed by preventable missteps. I’ve spun this record dozens of times, and I’m sure that with more confidence and a clearer vision, Incite has a good record in them. Savage New Times just isn’t it.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 192 kbps mp3
Label: Reigning Phoenix Music
Websites: Bandcamp | Instagram | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: August 15th, 2025

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