Sinfonías de caos y silencios: 12 bandas recomendadas de rock/metal progresivo instrumental | vía #NaciónRock
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By Owlswald
No matter if you’re a seasoned band or new to the game, choosing the right pre-release track is critical when kicking off PR for a new album. And in a crowded music scene, where everyone is fighting to make their mark, the challenge is even greater: can you leave a lasting impression in the first few minutes to make me want to keep listening? Pensacola, Florida’s Visitant did just that with “Starless,” the first single from their debut album, Rubidium. Taylor Tidwell’s (Unaligned) blackened riffing, the death-infused rhythms of drummer Anthony Lusk-Simone (Abiotic) and bassist Kilian Duarte (Abiotic, Scale the Summit), and the tormented shrieks of vocalist Chelsea Marrow (Voraath) grabbed me immediately, leading me to promptly snag the full promo from the bone pile. Intended to be a departure from the members’ other projects, Rubidium offers a visceral and harrowing descent into a hellish, otherworldly state driven by profound loss and torment.
Visitant blends their tech-death roots with the classic symphonic black metal sound to craft Rubidium’s spiritual aura. The record’s haunting mood is immediately apparent on “Unworldly,” which opens with a sinister orchestral passage that quickly gives way to a vicious miasma of Marrow’s icy rasps, Lusk-Simone’s malevolent blasts and Tidwell’s eerie leads. The progression is reminiscent of early Cradle of Filth and gets the album off to a strong start. The performances on Rubidium are solid across the board, with Visitant skillfully blending technical precision with raw feel. The dynamic interplay between Tidwell’s guitar and Lusk-Simone’s drums create a stylish balance. The two frequently push and pull, creating a dialogue that feels synchronized but also spontaneous. Marrow—who has lent her vocal talents to video games like Doom Eternal and Senua’s Saga: Hellblade II—contributes her versatility, conjuring vengeful spirits through an expressive séance of rasps and hoarse growls (“Fodder,” “Starless”), Gojira-encrusted hymns (“Rubidium,” “Briars”) and ethereal croons (“Moon Bathe,” “Envy’s Lament”). It’s evident she has great range, but her sparse use of her striking cleans is disappointing and could have been a game-changer for the group’s sound.
Rather than relying on the guitar to take center stage, Lusk-Simone’s technical drumming drives Visitant’s eldritch sound with powerful, forward-moving energy. His precision blasts, acrobatic fills and progressive rhythms imbue Rubidium with an aural restlessness, balancing Tidwell’s Opethian chords (“Rubidium,” “Unworldly”) and moody refrains. This creative reversal of a common metal paradigm—where guitars are the heart and soul—allows Lusk-Simone’s performance to shine. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the strongest three-song stretch—from “Starless” to “Fodder”—which are defined by Tidwell’s unnerving, bending milieus and proficient shredding that underpin Lusk-Simone’s explosive kit work. Noteworthy highlights include Lusk-Simone’s hard-hitting fills coupled with rapid-fire double bass and swing beats in “Fodder” or the title track’s memorable and heavy syncopated bridge where Lusk-Simone and Tidwell lock together perfectly before settling back into their respective roles.
But odd production choices unexpectedly hold back Rubidium’s strength. Despite Tidwell’s memorable and astute riffs, and a high DR score, the production often buries the guitars too far back in the mix. Consequently, this makes Tidwell’s playing feel muted and strips his guitar of its authority. I had to almost max out the mid-range EQ on my headphones to really hear Tidwell’s guitar work on tracks like “Briars” and “Otherworldly”—a frustrating outcome that’s impossible to overlook. At just thirty-two minutes, Rubidium also feels short, a feeling amplified by its closing instrumental, “Moon Bathe.” While the interlude has promising ideas and an interesting exotic flair, it’s over too quickly and feels underdeveloped.
Rubidium left me with a sense of anticipation rather than satisfaction, feeling less like a complete body of work and more like an intriguing blueprint for what’s to come. Still, when Visitant’s talents align—as they do on the album’s strongest tracks—the result is an unsettling and convincing blend of technicality and raw emotion. There’s no shortage of quality performances, and Rubidium has all the ingredients for a gripping album. By further refining their approach and leaning into their more bespoke qualities, Visitant is poised to deliver an album that builds on the considerable promise of this debut.
Rating: Mixed
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Exitus Stratagem Records
Websites: visitant1.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/visitantband
Releases Worldwide: August 22nd, 2025
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Dear Hollow’s Mathcore Madness [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]
By Dear Hollow
The equation above is AMG’s freakishly rigid and completely objective algorithm for scoring albums and determining quality. We incorporate statistics and abstract algebra, which I understand are very complicated maths, in order to get you the highest quality extreme music this side of the Hudson or Atlantic or Yangtze or wherever the hell you are. The trouble is, you bastards don’t listen to math (i.e. “hurr durr, Wilderun is so much better than this shit.”).1 So I listen to math because I’m a contributing citizen and patriot – I listen to mathcore for you. I wade through the cesspools of skronk and sass – RYM and Reddit – for the best of the best. I do it for the, like, three of you who dig it and the, like, eight billion of you who tell teens to turn it off before shuffling back inside for a bowl of Great Grains. What I do is super mathematical so you know it’s super serious. Mathcore is about as unlistenable and scathing as it is a total sellout – so you can offend nearly everyone who hears it. Random rhythms, migraine-inducing tempo shifts, painful squeals, no sense of melody or counting, vocals a la cheese grater to the throat – it’s skronk. So enjoy my bounties, you three. The rest of you can fuck right off.
Commence panic chords!!
Better Lovers // Highly Irresponsible – Last year’s barnstormer debut EP God Made Me an Animal set one hell of a precedent for Buffalo’s Better Lovers, and their debut full-length does not disappoint. Yes, it’s a revenge album against Keith Buckley’s lesser rival project Many Eyes, but Highly Irresponsible is soooo much more than petty Every Time I Die drama. Amplifying every facet of their sound, you get more manic barks and charismatic croons from legendary former The Dillinger Escape Plan vocalist Greg Puciato, more chunky riffage from Fit for an Autopsy’s Will Putney, and more of a southern fried good time from three-fifths of the defunct-and-dramatic Every Time I Die.2 While unafraid to embrace hooky rock sensibilities (“Deliver Us from Life,” “At), the punky, bluesy, and sleazy all-out assaults of tempo-abusing insanity (“A White Horse Covered in Blood,” “Love As An Act of Rebellion”) collide with fret-squealing riff fests of the highest caliber (“Lie Between the Lines,” “Future Myopia”) in an insanely catchy, dynamic, stupid heavy, and stupid fun album with legendary status awaiting.
Frontierer // The Skull Burned Wearing Hell Like a Life Vest As the Night Wept – Look, I get that it’s a thirteen-minute EP released super late 2024, but, c’mon, it’s fucking Frontierer. Somehow seeming more punishing than usual across its four tracks, thick-ass slogs hit like sledgehammers to the temple – translating well across its more frantic moments and slower menace – while rhythms attack with the ferocity and doomed inevitability of a swarm of locusts and vocalist Chad Kapper spits blood, vitriol, and insanity into the mic. Channeling the glacial suffocation that coursed through Oxidized, it doesn’t matter if the tempo is more upbeat and energetic (“As the Night Wept”) or if it’s content sludging in its own muck (“Wearing Hell”), or indulging in both (“The Skull Burned”), the vibrant dissonance swirls in dizzyingly mechanical intensity and the down-tuned riffs smother with ruthless arrhythmic beatdown chugs. While comparable to Ion Dissonance, Car Bomb, and this year’s Weston Super Maim in emphasis on down-tuned mathcore punishment, Frontierer remains one of the genre frontrunners and trendsetters by a significant margin – in a short thirteen minutes.
The God Awful Truth // All That Dark & All That Cold – Denton, Texas’ The God Awful Truth is likely everything love or hate about mathcore. Dissonance spilling sloppily across its shaky breakdowns, deathcore gut-punches, vocal attacks as insane as the squawking panic chords that paint the background like Jackson Pollock on too much crack, and rhythms jolting about like a toddler on a go-cart. Alongside these traditional The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza-isms (“Hail Paimon,” “Street Rat”), there is a lighthearted banter guided by vocalist Jordan LaFerney’s cowboy vocals and resulting poppy rhythms, punky tempos, and loose grind-esque composition (“Symbology,” “Slicked Back,” “Bad Tooth”), though the menacing still manages to punch through when least expected (“The Rainmaker,” “Omelette du Fromage”). It’s brutal whiplash of an album, not a semblance of traditional melody to be found, with deathcore breakdowns acting more as the punchline of a song-long joke. You’ll get a headache, but you’ll have fun along the way.
meth. / See You Next Tuesday // Asymmetrics – Mathcore and noisecore have a lot in common, namely unlistenable blasting. Your favorite Michigan deathcore/mathcore darlings See You Next Tuesday teams up with Chicago noisemongers meth. for Asymmetrics, more a collaborative experiment than a split. Each band records three songs, then shares only the drum tracks with the other, who records another song over that drum track. Toss in guest spots from The Red Chord’s Guy Kozowyk and Memphis-based sludgecore act Nights Like These, and all elements practically topple under Asymmetrics’ blazing intensity and immense weight. CUNT’s influence in relentless blasters (“The First Steps of Suffering,” “Syntax Error”) and blasting deathcore chug-and-squeal-fests (“Breaking Under the Weight of the Heaviest Burden,” “Tomb of Woe”) collide with meth.’s more ominous slow burns (“Succumb,” “Guest,” “Willing Participant”) in a surprisingly well-rounded package, all wrapped up in a tidy – and fuckin’ noisy – twenty-seven minutes. It’s the best of both worlds!
Utopia // Shame – A breed of technical metal recalling the fretboard-frying abilities of The Human Abstract or Scale the Summit, this UK-based group (including prolific bassist Arran McSporran of Virvum) balances a jazzy warmth and lush atmosphere to balance out the Dillinger rhythmic attack and Psyopus-inspired shredding, made further vicious by vocalist Chris Reese’s attack of frantic fries, manic shrieks, and ghastly roars. From intense attacks of intensity and brutality (“Shame,” “Social Contracts”), wonkier exposes of dissonant motifs and jagged rhythms (“Never Argue With an Idiot,” “The Gift of Failure”), and lush vistas of warm fretless bass and jazzy chords (“Sun Damage,” “Zither,” “Moving Gently Towards the Grave”), the dark themes of shame and morbidity are offset by a truly transcendent atmosphere that ties Shame together into something beyond mathcore.
Missouri Executive Order 44 // Salt Sermon – Absolutely unhinged mathgrind with a religious theme both belying and echoing their LDS missionary aesthetic (short-sleeved white button-ups, ties, shorts, and bicycle helmets) and ominous black masks, anonymous Independence collective Missouri Executive Order 44 approaches a morbid history of religious intolerance with the goal of utter annihilation. Cramming eleven songs into a mere sixteen minutes like blasters Sectioned or Fawn Limbs, you can expect it to hit hard and fast, complete with unhinged mathy meltdowns that spill across the face of concrete rhythm, meatheaded powerviolence chugs (“Christian Pornography,” “They Built a Bass Pro Shop in Our Zion”), surprisingly groovy riffs (“The Unbuckling,” “Seven is a Holy Number”), tied together with vocalist Jarom’s cult leader shrieks and sinner wails, alongside wickedly distorted Mormon spoken word and gospel samples. Posing no stance of their own aside from the dethroning of tyranny, Salt Sermon stands with all its tragedy and iconoclasm, both utterly devastating and utterly enticing.
Shiverboard // Hacksaw Morissette – Aside from the silly genius of the album name, New York’s Shiverboard eludes easy definition. Most consistently planted in grind, art-punk, screamo, and mathcore sensibilities, Hacksaw Morissette deals with fifteen tracks that feel like a shotgun blast. Punk is a common thread coursed through this tapestry of asininity, ranging from Sex Pistols-with-animalistic-snarls (“All Black Snoopy,” “Stain Remover”), complete collapses into noisecore (“Cryptic Bismuth,” “Chastity Jeans”), over-the-top deathcore blares (“Chainsaw Fruit Punch,” “Angelina Shit Ton”), math rock and Midwest emo musings straight outta Delta Sleep or American Football (title track, “Drug Test,” “The Garbage Stork,” “Vitamins of Darkness”), and complete grind and mathcore meltdowns (“If I Can’t Have Love I Want Power,” “Torrential Drencher”) – there’s something for everyone aboard Hacksaw Morissette. With just enough dynamic to keep things interesting but not too much experimentation to throw listeners (thanks to the tasteful brevity), Shiverboard could stand to throw some more my way.
Traveller // Broken Home – Sometimes bumping mathcore is just an excuse to include djent, and Germany’s Traveller falls into this category. Utilizing Erra’s Impulse-era formula, Architects’ melodic sensibilities, a touch of Northlane’s ethereal moments, and a DIY grit whose “loud and ouchy” weight is sure to be divisive. Guided by ferocious roars, sporadic cleans, and “thicc thiccly” breakdowns galore it often emulates that mid-2000s metalcore that recalls a djentier Feed Her to the Sharks (“Never Cared (2002),” “Mismatch,” “Limbo”). Other times, it incorporates a groove and technicality that recalls the shenanigans of last year’s MouthBreather, making it a curb-stomping affair with an edge of the menacing melodies and ethereal keys (“Acheron,” “Orpheus”). Traveller is more djent and less mathcore, sure, but (1) you’re getting a lot more with Broken Home and (2) that’s why it’s at the end of this list.
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When all is seen
From a distance
What was a world
Becomes a universe
Today’s soundtrack brought to you by the fine musicians behind Scale the Summit.
By Dear Hollow
In 2013, I attended a concert in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with hopes of seeing Intronaut and Scale the Summit, both having released widely lauded albums Habitual Levitations and The Migration, respectively. However, because I’m a good little Hollow, I decided to stop in for the openers. The youth center in which this was played was scrawled with graffiti in the dim lighting, and the stage was a makeshift affair about a foot or less off the ground, and a row of beaten couches comprised the seating. When I was welcomed into the concert area, Albuquerque quartet (at the time) Distances came up, a band whose numbers rivaled the audience members.1 There we stood, bobbing our heads to a post-metal sound whose colossal quality blew the roof off the shady little venue. Contrary to the Neurosis-inspired approach, there was a distinct accessible quality of the waves of sound, and after the concert I hurried home to download Distances’ 2013 album Ages.
Eleven years, two albums, and three EP’s later, we are greeted with the fifth full-length, Abstruse – and it’s business as usual. What Distances does well is forego the obscure post-metal standard set by Isis and tackle it with a Gojira-inspired groove, a honed dichotomy explored vastly in 2024. Mastermind vocalist/guitarist Karl Deubles’ Robin Staps-esque roars clash with a vicious groove that sprawls and weighs heavily, amplified by moments of placidity and post-rock clarity. There’s an urgency aboard Abstruse, and very little actively abstruse about it, rocking you like a wagon wheel with every movement and punchy riff. Distances’ offers a dense and punishing slab of post-metal and, while its front half offers better material and an identity remains a distant thought, Abstruse is worth a listen.
A track that exemplifies Distances’ approach and energy is “Empty Prose,” an atmospheric sprawler that steadily builds and builds. While many acts like Glassing and Wrvth would bask in this pristine atmosphere, the trembling snare begins rolling across the placidity, before crashing in with colossal riffs tinged with a sustaining guitar presence that wavers and shimmers between dissonance and beauty. This dichotomy is perhaps not as placid-leaning as I am making it sound, as tracks like “Terra Infirma” and “Ceaseless Lantern” are uncompromisingly heavy pendulum sways between sprawlingly dense Aeolian-era The Ocean and chuggy and complex Molten Husk-era Abest. Moments in tracks like “Full Circle” and “Pulp and Root” recall Eeli Helin’s chaotic post-metal project Mireplaner, injecting a mathy presence with unhinged beats and fierce panic chords. Bassist Kris Schiffer shines along plucking passages in tracks like “Terra Infirma” and “Empty Prose,” while Deubles’ shimmering guitar and vicious bellows are a force to be reckoned with.
The issue with Abstruse is its ultimately frontloaded affair. While the runtime recalls Abest in its relative brevity (most tracks aside from closer “Poison Dowry” remain in the three-minute to five-minute ballpark), Distances feels uncertain in its reliance on instrumental interludes in the back half, with tracks like “Contralateral” and “Passage” throttling the momentum and energy with subdued plucking passages that lend themselves to no particular sound or riff. Closer “Poison Dowry” is a bit of a letdown and indicator of the back half’s falling short, because of its ultimate lack of payoff. With “Passage” and “Pulp and Root” attempting a crescendo, it falls short with its energy relying on open strums rather than the infectious cutthroat brutality. Furthermore, while Distances’ music is an amalgamation of different post-metal approaches, the only uniqueness present is Deubles’ charismatic death metal-tinged vocals – a departure from the stereotypical Aaron Turner-worshiping barks and yells. Otherwise, channeling The Ocean, Abest, and Mireplaner aboard a prototype of Through Silver in Blood post-metal warrants a fun listen but rarely one that sticks.
I’m torn with Abstruse. The first half finds Distances embracing a sweet spot of post-metal hugeness with urgency and cutthroat intensity, while the second steals away into the night with a meandering instrumental approach and lack of purpose. Furthermore, the sound is largely inspired rather than unique, making Abstruse feel copied and pasted in spite of their formidable strengths. Despite this, Distances remains the band with a mammoth sound and a little audience, and that’s a goddamn shame, because tracks like “Two Thirty” and “Empty Prose” offer weight and contemplative punishment in an addictive and infectious way – deserving of far greater venues than tiny youth centers in Santa Fe.
Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Self-Release
Websites: distances.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/distancesband
Releases Worldwide: January 19th, 2024
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#nowplaying is a band I also hope to see live one day. Also one of the bands where I like all of the albums in their collection.
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#fluffymusic n°375 : Scale The Summit - Soria Moria
Some nice instrumental metal !
