Grendel’s Sÿster – Katabasis into the Abaton [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Angry Metal Guy

Grendel’s Sÿster’s Katabasis into the Abaton (out August 30th, 2024 from Sur Del Cruz Music [Bandcamp]) caught me off guard. Unlike other members of the Angry Metal Guy staff—such as the venerable, self-aware ape suit they call Druhm who’s just one death away from actually running this show if anything should happen to me—I am not a sucker for just anything that sounds old. Such things do not remind me of my wasted youth, and thus do not earn nostalgia points.1 I was, therefore, thoroughly surprised that, upon listening to Grendel’s Sÿster vicariously through an ill-fated n00b review, I fucking loved it. Billed as “epic metal”—a sound that ranges between “Man do we love Bathory” and, apparently, Grendel’s Sÿster—this German four-piece drops metal that reeks of patchouli and “Atomkraft? Nein, Danke!” to surprising effect. The core of Grendel’s Sÿster’s sound is the combination of fuzzy guitars, bubbly p-bass, and boxy drums into something that will undoubtedly call to mind the ’70s hard rock of your choice: Wishbone Ash, Jethro Tull, Thin Lizzy or nostalgia merchants like Gygax. You know the comps; blend guitar-driven rock with folksy vibes and you have Grendel’s Sÿster nailed down (pretty much).

What differentiates Grendel’s Sÿster from other nostalgiacore acts is twofold: first, unusually catchy hooks (“The Plight of the Sorcerer,” both the start-and-stop intro riff and the gorgeous outro or “Rose Arbor” in its classic gallop and simple melody), and second—and more importantly—is vocalist Caro’s unique voice and delivery. Rather than sounding like a classic metal vocalist, Caro’s approach feels like punk. This punky feel results from her unaffected—that is, forceful and clean with no vibrato—delivery, where she sometimes seems like she’s almost barking melodies in a clear Oxford-via-Stuttgart accent in English. Over catchy, short, and energetic songs, Caro gives Grendel’s Sÿster an edge that vocally evokes X-Ray Spex or Elastica and—when mixed with the folky tendencies in songs like the aforementioned “Rose Arbor”—Flogging Molly. Caro navigates folk (“Golden Key [Won’t Fit]”), metalesque vocal choirs (“Night Owl’s Beak”), and something more dour and ominous (“The Fire That Lights Itself”) with aplomb. But she is at her best when giving unexpected attitude over Grand Magus riffs (“Cosmogeny”).

Katabasis into the Abaton taken as a whole combines energetic performances with unique writing—and an old-school, live feel that works for some, but won’t work for others—but that got under my skin almost immediately. Crazily, I’ve been back to this album repeatedly and can’t seem to quit it. Check the Bandcamp and you’ll get both a German and English version. I can’t decide which I like better, but I do like this record a lot but can’t be trusted to write TYMHMs anymore. This is at least a very good record by my reckoning and should appeal to both folk metal dorks and classic rock/metal retrodorks.2 Give Grendel’s Sÿster its due, this is a damned fine debut album.

Tracks to Check Out: ”Cosmogeny,” “The Plight of the Sorcerer,” “The Fire That Lights Itself” – but really, there isn’t a weak track on here.

#2024 #Aug24 #CruzDelSurMusic #Elastica #FloggingMolly #GrandMagus #GrendelSSÿster #Gygax #HeavyMetal #JethroTull #KatabasisIntoTheAbaton #ThinLizzy #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed #ThingsYouMightHaveMissed2024 #TradMetal #WishboneAsh #XRaySpex

Stuck in the Filter: August and September 2024

By Kenstrosity

I am a stubborn bitch. I work my underlings hard, and I won’t let up until they dig up shiny goodies for me to share with the general public. Share might be a generous term. Foist upon is probably more accurate…

In any case, despite some pretty intense setbacks on my end, I still managed to collect enough material for a two-month spread. HUZZAH! REJOICE! Now get the hell away from me and listen to some of our very cool and good tunes.

Kenstrosity’s Turgid Truncheons

Tenue // Arcos, bóvedas, pórticos [August 1st, 2024 – Self-Release]

Spanish post-black/crust/screamo quartet Tenue earned my favor with their debut record, Anábasis, back in 2018. Equal parts vicious, introspective, and strangely uplifting, that record changed what I thought I could expect from anything bearing the screamo tag. By integrating ascendant black metal tremolos within post-punk structures and crusty attitude, Tenue established a sound that not only opened horizons for me taste-wise but also brought me a great deal of emotional catharsis on its own merit. Follow-up Arcos, bóvedas, pórticos deepens that relationship. Utilizing a wider atmospheric palette (“Distracción”), a shift towards epic song lengths (“Inquietude, and a greater variety of instrumentation (observe the beautiful horns on long-form opener “Inquietude”), and a bluesier swagger than previous material exhibited (“Letargo”), Tenue’s second salvo showcases a musical versatility I wasn’t expecting to complement the bleeding-heart emotional depth I knew would return. This expansion of scale and skillset sets the record apart from almost anything else I’ve heard this year. Even though one or two moments struggle to stick long-term (“Enfoque”), Arcos, bóvedas, pórticos represents an affecting, creative, and ridiculously engaging addition to my listening schedule. And for the low low price of NYP, it ought to be a part of yours as well.

Open Flesh Wound // Vile Putrefaction [August 28th, 2024 – Inherited Suffering Records]

Thicc, muggy slam with a million pick scrapes. Who could ask for anything more? Not I, and so it is with great pleasure that I introduce to my AMG fam Pennsylvania’s very own Open Flesh Wound and their debut LP Vile Putrefaction. Essentially the result of Analepsy’s and Devourment‘s carnal lovemaking, Vile Putrefaction is a nasty, slammy, brutal expulsion of chunky upchuck. Only those with the most caved-in craniums will appreciate the scraping swamp-ass riffs showcased on such slammers as “Smashed in Liquids” and “Cinder Block to the Forehead,” or the groove-laden thuggery of death-focused tracks like the title track, “Fermented Intestinal Blockage” and “Body Baggie.” Vile Putrefaction’s molasses-like production is an absolute boon to this sound as well, with just enough gloss to provide a deliciously moist texture which imparts an unlikely clarity to especially gruesome details in “Stoma Necrosis” and “Skin Like Jelly.” It’s dumb as hell, and isn’t doing anything new, but is an overdose of good, dirty fun. Simple as.

The Flaying // Ni dieu, ni ma​î​tre [September 5th, 2024 – Self Release]

I’ve been singing Canadian melodic death metal quartet The Flaying’s praises for almost six years now. And still to this day not enough people choose to sing with me. Why? Because they wouldn’t know sickeningly fun death metal if it hacked their faces right off. That’s okay, because The Flaying do hack faces right off regardless, and it feels so good to watch the faces of those who don’t heed my call get hacked right off. Third onslaught Ni dieu, ni ma​î​tre proves that once again, The Flaying are an unstoppable force of bass wizardry, riff mastery, and hook-laden songwriting. Opener “Le nécrologiste” perfectly encapsulates The Flaying’s particularly addicting brew of Cannibal Corpse, The Black Dahlia Murder, and De Profundis influences, shaken and stirred until the resulting cocktail blooms with a flavor all its own. Technical and brutally fast, follow-up track “L’enclave” continues the deadly rampage, featuring noodly bass lines guaranteed to elicit stank face in the even most prim and proper elite. A trim twenty nine minutes, spread over ten tightly trained tracks, Ni dieu, ni ma​î​tre boasts unbeatable replay value. Highlights “Ni dieu, ni ma​î​tre,” “Les Frondes” “La forge,” and “Noyau sombre” seal the deal by providing sharp hard points and memorable landmarks to which any listener would look forward. Simply put, this record rocks my socks and further proves that I am right about The Flaying, and those who ignore my recommendation are wrong.

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Eye Eater // Alienate [August 1st, 2024 – Self Release]

In a post-Ulcerate world, the modern output of atmosphere-minded death metal has grown exponentially. With ringing dissonant chords and slow post-informed builds taking center stage, bands like New Zealand’s unheralded Eye Eater borrow plenty from the Destroyers of All sound. However, while many acts would be content to dial in the space or ramp up the dissonance to try and put their own twist on this growing post-death movement, Eye Eater looks to the laser-precise melodic tones of progressive, core-borrowing names like Fallujah and Vildhjarta to carve an identity into each of Alienate’s album eight sprawling tracks. Swinging sustained brightness in one hand about the grizzly chug-crush of the other, burly bangers like “Other Planets” and “Failure Artifacts” find churning, djentrified grooves that amplify the swell of the blaring melodies that swirl above the low-end clamor. And though the main refrains of “Alienate” and “Everything You Fear and Hope For” sound like loving odes to their Kiwi Forebears, the growth into sonorous and lush-chorded peaks lands much closer to the attraction of turn of the 10s progressive death/metalcore luminaries The Contortionist had they stayed closer to their heavy-toned, hefty-voiced roots. As an anonymous act with little social presence, it’s hard to say whether Eye Eater has more cooking for the future. With their ears tuned to the recent past for inspiration, it’s easy to see how a band with this kind of melodic immediacy—still wrapped in the weight of a brooding, death metal identity—could easily play for the tops of underground charts. To those who have been following the twists and turns of both underground and accessible over the past decade or so, Eye Eater may not sound entirely novel. But Alienate’s familiarity in presence against its quality of execution and fullness of sound makes it easy to ensnare all the same.

Dissolve // Polymorphic Ways of Unconsciousness [September 20th, 2024 – Self Release]

From the sand-blasted, monochrome human escaping the floor of Polymorphic Ways’ cover to the tags of technical, progressive, death that adorn the Bandcamp tags, it’s easy to put a band like Dissolve in a box, mentally. But with the first bent guitar run that sets off “Efficiency Defiled” in a run like Judas Priest more than Spawn of Possession, it’s clear that Dissolve plays by a different set of rules than your average chug and run tech death band. Yet true to their French nature, the riffs that litter Polymorphic Ways of Unconsciousness possess a tangible groove following the footsteps of lesser-known tricksters Trepalium and Olympic titans of metal Gojira (“The Great Pessimistic,”1 “Polymorphic Ways of Unconsciousness,” “Vultures”). And while too Dissolve finds a base in the low-end trem assault of Morbid Angel (“Ignorance Will Prevail”), there’s a thrash and bark energy at play that nets a rambunctious and experimental sound recalling the warped Hetfield-ian (Metallica) scrawl of Destroy Erase Improve Meshuggah, right down to the monstrous bass tone that defines Sonny Bellonie’s (Sanctuary, ODC) growling, extended range performance. As a trio it’d be easy for guitarist Briac Turquety (Smerter, ex-Sideburn) to rely on overdubs for saturation of sound and complexity of layers—and for solo cut-ins he definitely does—but equally as often his choice to let certain chords and notes escape a thrashy muting to ring in distorted harmony against snaking bass lines. And speaking of solos, Turquety’s prowess ranges from bluesy shred (“The Great Pessimistic,” “Ropes of Madness”) to noisy, jazzy explorations (“Polymorphic…,” “Shattered Minds of Evolution”) to Satriani on Slayer whammy abuse (“Bonfire of the Vanities”)—a true treat to lovers of tasteful shred. Turquety, Bellonie, and Quentin Feron (on drums, also of Smerter) sound as if they’ve been playing together for much longer than the year that Dissolve has existed. With a debut this polished, it’s anyone’s guess as to what kind of monster will emerge from the talent that appears so effortless in assembly.

Obsidian Mantra // As We All Will [September 27th, 2024 – Self Release]

Sometimes, a tangled and foreboding cover sits as the biggest draw amongst a crowd of death metal albums alight with splattered zombie remains, illegible logos, and alarm-colored palettes. And in the case of Obsidian Mantra, it doesn’t hurt that lead single “Cult of Depression” possesses a devastating, hypnotic groove that recalls the once captivating technical whiplash of an early Decapitated. However, rather than wrestle with tones that incite a pure and raw violence like that cornerstone act (or similar Poldeath that has followed in its legacy like Dormant Ordeal), Obsidian Mantra uses aggressive and bass-loaded rhythmic forms to erupt in spacious and glass-toned guitar chimes to create an engrossing neck-snapping (“Slave Without a Master,” “Condemned to Oppression”). Whether we call these downcast refrains a dissonant melody or slowly resolving phrase, they grow throughout each track in a manner that calls continual reinforcement from a rhythm section that can drop into hammering blasts at a dime and a vocal presence that oscillates between vicious snarl and reverberating howl. In its most accessible numbers (“Chaos Will Consume Us All,” “Weavers of Misery”), Obsidian Mantra finds an oppressive warmth that grows to border anthemic, much in the way like beloved blackened/progressive acts like Hath do with their biggest moments. As We All Will still never quite reaches that full mountainous peak, though, opting to pursue the continual call of the groove to keep the listener coming back. Having come a long way from the Meshuggah-centered roots where Obsidian Mantra first sowed their deathly seeds, As We All Will provides 30 minutes of modern, pulsating, and venomous kick-driven pieces that will flare easy motivation for either a brutalizing pit or a mightily-thrusted iron on leg day.

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Esoctrilihum // Döth-Derniàlh [September 20th, 2024 – I, Voidhanger Records]

We complete another orbit around the Sun, and Esoctrilihum completes another album; such are the inalterable laws governing each 365.25 Earth day period in our Solar System. Possessed by some mad, restless spirit, it seems they cannot be stopped. Ever the experimenter, sole member Asthâghul now picks up an acoustic guitar, a nickelharpa, and warms up his throat for more clean vocals to further bizarre-ify his avant-garde black metal. As we travel into the cosmos for Döth-Derniàlh, Esoctrilihumisms abound in the see-sawing strings and echoes of chanted singing and throaty snarls. The addition of more acoustic elements does bring some weird delicacy to moments here and there (“Zilthuryth (Void of Zeraphaël),” “Murzaithas (Celestial Voices)”), and it adds layers of beauty in addition to those already harmonious passages. it’s striking how well these new instruments blend with the overall sound: so well, in fact, that it almost feels like Esoctrilihum hasn’t evolved at all. This isn’t even a bad thing, because Döth-Derniàlh still feels like an improvement. Past albums have always had at least sections of perfection, where the scattered clouds of self-interfering chaos or repetition blow away and the brilliant light of the moon shines strongly. Döth-Derniàlh has more of these than ever, some extending to whole, 16-minute songs (“Dy’th Eternalhys (The Mortuary Renewal),”).2 If you have it in you to listen to one (more) album over an hour long, and you don’t already know you hate Esoctrilihum, sit down with a drink, and maybe a joint, and go where Döth-Derniàlh takes you.

#2024 #Alienate #AmericanMetal #ArcosBóvedasPórticos #AsWeAllWill #AtmosphericDeathMetal #Aug24 #AvantGarde #BlackMetal #BrutalDeathMetal #CanadianMetal #CannibalCorpse #DeProfundis #DeathMetal #Decapitated #Dissolve #DormantOrdeal #DöthDerniàlh #Esoctrilihum #EyeEater #Fallujah #FrenchMetal #Gojira #GrandMagus #GrendelSSÿster #Gygax #HarcorePunk #IVoidhangerRecords #InheritedSufferingRecords #JethroTull #JudasPriest #MelodicDeathMetal #Meshuggah #Metallica #MorbidAngel #NewZealandMetal #NiDieuNiMaîTre #ObsidianMantra #ODC #OpenFleshWound #PolishMetal #PolymorphicWaysOfUnconsciousness #PostDeathMetal #PostMetal #postPunk #ProgressiveDeathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Punk #Sanctuary #Screamo #SelfRelease #Sep24 #Sideburn #Slam #Slayer #Smerter #SpanishMetal #SpawnOfPossession #StuckInTheFilter #StuckInTheFilter2024 #TechnicalDeathMetal #Tenue #TheBlackDahliaMurder #TheContortionist #TheFlaying #ThinLizzy #Trepalium #Vildhjarta #VilePutrefaction #WishboneAsh

Wintersun – Time II Review

By Angry Metal Guy

Wintersun’s Time II has finally been released after 12 long years. Originally announced before the release of Time I, the album was soon delayed due to mainman Jari Mäenpää’s apparent dissatisfaction with the sound. Enough ink has been spilled on the drama surrounding Jari and his surprisingly stable band—I had not realized that Wintersun has Nightwish’s rhythm section in Kai Hahto on drums and Jukka Koskinen on bass, while guitarist Teemu Mäntysaari is now in Megadeth and, more importantly, contributed guitar solos to the legendary Hevisaurus—and, frankly, it isn’t relevant whether his home studio has a sauna or whatever. What’s more relevant is whether the 12-year wait was worth it. Is Time II a good record? Were the fundraisers and jokes about quantum computing worth it? And like Time II, those questions are simultaneously simple and complicated.

At its root, Wintersun is best understood as a melodic black metal band. Rooted in the wave of Scandinavian melodic blackened/death metal that arose in the early 2000s, Wintersun’s sound is still strongly reminiscent of that which went before, bands like Ensiferum, Månegarm, Thyrfing, and Turisas. This sound’s root is Hahto’s double kick and his ferocious blast beats. These are topped by trem-picked melodies, often in harmonic minor, and topped with guitar godly solos from two of Finland’s finest shredders.1 Floating on the surface comes Jari’s screams and cleans. His screams, again, exist in the melodic black and death space from the early 2000s, while his cleans verge on power metal. His gritty voice plays a major role in Wintersun sounding like Wintersun, as he has a unique approach to both how he produces his vocals and the melodies he sings. Like many bands of this era, the tendency towards maximalism in presentation means that the bass sits low in the mix and often goes unremarked if you aren’t specifically looking for it. And if maximalism isn’t Jari Mäenpää’s middle name, then it’s the meaning of his last name.

Time II is primarily made up of four through-composed songs that run between 6 and 13 minutes. A through-composed song is something like Weird Al’s “Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota,”2 where the song doesn’t have a verse-chorus structure in a traditional sense, but rather there will be melodies and chord progressions that resurface, often varying on a second or third introduction. While arguably common in modern metal writing, rarely have I felt the need to mention it3. In the case of Time II, however, this is precisely what makes it such an interesting departure from Wintersun’s debut and, as well, what makes it an album that’s difficult to wrap your mind around. Each of these songs—”The Way of the Fire,” “One with the Shadows,” “Storm,” and “Silver Leaves”—feature a couple of primary progressions around which the song hovers. The first progression usually introduces a theme that will be repeated, while the second is a kind of refrain that the song will double back on. Yet each song morphs and twists, feeling simultaneously repetitive and novel—leaving the listener with the impression of an A-B-A structure that doesn’t exist and waiting for whistleable melodies that might not resurface.

There is a subtle ingenuity to Jari’s compositional approach that feels inspired by classical music. Each song modulates, with melodies floating on top of the undulating rhythm, while ideas seem fleeting; surfacing before falling away under moist keyboard textures. While Opeth once said that we should view their songs like “movements,” not “songs,” Wintersun writes like that’s the case. And the result for a listener can feel dreamy and sometimes disorienting, waiting for a theme to be repeated where it will never be. This is emphasized by a maximalist production job that even at a DR7/8 feels like every square millimeter of audio retail is taken up by something. This creates a big sound with a lot of moving parts and unlike “Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota,” nothing snaps the listener back into place and reorients them.

The real brilliance of Time II, however, shines through the guitar work. Moreso than the composition or the production—which, honestly, would have benefited from someone like Jens Bogren who has conquered the question of how best to produce big, orchestral metal—the guitars are where the real dynamics arise. This is clearest, for me, in the way that “Ominous Clouds” feeds from the plodding, mid-paced “One with the Shadows” and into “Storm.” With pristine form and beautiful tone, the song sounds like how I imagine David Gilmour would have sounded if he played like Yngwie Malmsteen. The underlying keys exist only to pad these lances of sound that explode from Jari’s incredible fingers. This feeds into Dimmu Borgirian orchestral hits and the primary theme from “Storm,” where the chord progression around which the song will modulate is introduced. But again, the first real change arrives at the 4:50 mark where the guitar suddenly leads the song into a different place! Here we see the kind of compositional brilliance that isn’t just a song rotating around an A and B part, but rather that changes the feel, modulates the vibe, and feeds back into a majestic and beautiful refrain.

The juxtaposition of brilliant, adventurous guitar solos with busy, but simple, musical ideas may be Time II’s biggest weakness. While the use of Chinese instrumental samples and melodies on tracks like “Silver Leaves” or “One with the Shadows” adds a beautiful character to the album, I am struck by how thin and unadventurous the whole feels compositionally. There’s something strange about the fact that this album, so grandiose and for which fans have waited so long, seems to rest on a flimsy and unclear concept. Unlike Ayreon’s The Theory of Everything, which does many of the same things, there’s no sense that Jari wants to repeat themes outside of any given specific song. There are no bigger conceptual interconnections between Time I and Time II that I have noticed. Instead, “Silver Leaves” reaches nearly eight minutes modulating around a singular idea, before introducing a counter melody. “One with the Shadows” is vehemently repetitive, with even the guitar solos not being allowed to drive the song off its monorail of a chord progression.

Time II is an album that is brilliant in some ways and sometimes disorienting. Like a Transformers movie, it is sometimes extremely entertaining to watch, but after you’ve seen it you’re just not sure that you really remember it. With repetition, I have come to love and appreciate these songs. I would even say that Time II is my favorite Wintersun record and it features Jari’s guitarwork at its absolute pinnacle; the man should be a legend for some of these solos. But for an album with such scope and fanfare and vitriol from the fanbase, it seems oddly limited now that it’s finally here. In the end, It’s really good. I particularly love “Storm” and “The Way of the Fire,” even if I’m less in love with “Silver Leaves” and “One with the Shadows.” I would love to see Jari drawing from the Michael Romeo playbook in the future of playing more with tempo, time signatures, and feel, varying his compositions in ways that feel surprising or, alternately, trying to link them together into an epic concept record that works thematically like a John Williams composition. But, if you like melodic black metal with incredible guitars and a lot of energy, Time II is the best thing Jari’s done since Ensiferum. I just can’t help but feel like that’s an anticlimax.

Rating: Really Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: V0 MP3
Label: Nuclear Blast Records
Websites: wintersun.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/wintersun | patreon.com/wintersun
Released Worldwide: August 30th, 2024

#2024 #30 #Aug24 #Camel #Ensiferum #Hevisaurus #JensBogren #Månegarm #Megadeth #MelodicBlackMetal #MelodicDeathMetal #Nightwish #Opeth #Queen #Review #Reviews #Thyrfing #TimeI #Turisas #WeirdAlYankovic #Wintersun

Record(s) o’ the Month – August 2024

By Angry Metal Guy

August of 2024 was a pretty good month. First, it marked my return from the Injured Reserve, where I’d been nursing a high ego sprain and nagging executive dysfunction issues. These aren’t perfectly fixed, but being back on the field has shown beyond a doubt that I’m still a force to be reckoned with. Second, August of 2024 was a particularly fecund month for potential Records o’ the Month. This surprised me.

I couldn’t remember August being a particularly productive month historically and as I went back through the archive, that seems sort of true. Between 2012—when the RotM was started—and 2023, the hit rate for August Record(s) o’ the Month landing on my Top 10(ish) list for the year is 73%. Only once has an August record reached the top spot—that would be Pale Communion—with Sophicide hitting #2 in 2012 and Lör’s In Forgotten Sleep getting a #3 spot in 2017. Turisas’ controversial Turisas2013 was a runner-up in August of 2013 and ended up at #5, while the actual winner—Witherscape’s excellent The Inheritance—took the #10 spot on that list. 2020 saw Havukruunu ending up at #7, and Crypta’s Shades of Sorrow took #9 last year. The rest is a sea of -ishes and honorable mentions: Cattle Decapitation (2015), Dialith and Eternal Storm (2019), and Pain of Salvation in 2020.

And in 2024? How many of these babies will follow me to the end of the year? I’ve got an inkling, but I’m curious to see what you think.1

Dawn Treader’s Bloom & Decay—out August 24th from Liminal Dread Productions [Bandcamp]—is one of the biggest surprises of 2024 so far. The ‘one-man black metal project’ is a minefield of absolutely terrible music that I tend to avoid at all costs. Yet the sophomore record from London’s Ross Connell is an album notable for its pathos, rich composition, and artistry. What makes Blood & Decay remarkable is how it draws inspiration from—and comparisons to—revered bands like Agalloch, Alcest, and Panopticon without falling into the common pitfalls. Typically, such comparisons raise concerns about excessive reverb, overly long songs, and toothless riffs. Yet Connell subverts these expectations by creating a dynamic, storytelling experience filled with emotional peaks and valleys, masterfully blending black metal’s rawness with atmospheric beauty. Connell’s addition of his own vocals for the first time elevates the project. His powerful delivery—and powerful use of samples—transforms each song into a vivid emotional journey. As Itchymenace gushed in his review: “Dawn Treader’s Bloom & Decay not only contains amazing songs that celebrate the highs and lows of the human experience, it also sounds great.” A surprisingly easy choice for Record o’ the Month.

Fleshgod Apocalypse // Opera [August 23rd, 2024 | Nuclear Blast Records | Bandcamp] — Fleshgod Apocalypse’s Opera, their first album since 2019’s Veleno, has marked a significant evolution for the band. Drawing from the Opéra Lyrique style, the album features soprano Veronica Bordacchini voicing characters like life, death, and hope, while her vocals have brought fresh dynamics to the band’s symphonic death metal sound. With a more streamlined, melodic approach, Opera leans into catchier, poppier elements without losing its technical edge. Songs like “I Can Never Die” and “Matricide 8.21” highlight this shift, adding emotional depth through Bordacchini’s diverse performances. Though some longtime fans may miss the more grand operatic and technical side—Opera is not King—the album is still a genuine triumph. Opera blends new ideas with the band’s established identity, creating a fresh, cohesive record that accomplishes both a stylistic shift and adds another great record to Fleshgod’s already well-respected oeuvre. As I vigorously exclaimed and defended in the comments, “Opera is simultaneously and undeniably fun, heady, and technically impressive.”

Amiensus // Reclamation Pt. II [August 30th, 2024 | M-Theory Audio | Bandcamp] — Amiensus’s Reclamation Pt. II, the companion to Pt. I released earlier this year, has marked a standout achievement in progressive melodic black metal. The album blends melancholic melodicism, blackened fury, and progressive elements to create a dynamic and cathartic experience. With tracks like “Sólfarið” and “Acquiescence,” Pt. II offers invigorating and emotionally charged compositions, Amiensus skillfully balances moments of atmospheric beauty with powerful black metal. While initially, Reclamation seemed disjointed in places, the album’s intricate songs and layered instrumentation grow with each listen, presenting some of the band’s most versatile material to date. Despite some production issues, the album features elite composition and great songs like “Orb of Vanishing Light.” Reclamation Pt. II stands as Amiensus’s current “magnum opus”—in tandem with its predecessor—and a highlight of the year’s metal releases. As Kenstrosity opined, “Reclamation Pt. II is a more energetic, smartly edited, and exquisitely arranged work that blooms brighter the longer I live with it.” That’s a fancy way of saying that it’s a grower.

#2024 #Amiensus #Aug24 #BlackMetal #Blog #BloomDecay #DawnTreader #DeathMetal #FleshgodApocalypse #LiminalDreadProductions #MTheoryAudio #NuclearBlast #Opera #ReclamationPtII #RecordOfTheMonth #RecordSOTheMonth #RotM #Veleno

Generation of Vipers – Guilt Shrine Review

By Dear Hollow

I’ve heard Generation of Vipers described as a Neurosis-meets-Amenra plus a substantial shot of aggression.1 With four full-lengths and a split with fellow Tennessee post-or-sludge-adjacent metallers under their belt, the act’s sound remains stalwart—or stagnant, depending on the listener. Thick and bottom-heavy riffs dominate, from staggered Isis-esque rhythms, and rolling punk-sludge beatdowns à la Black Tusk, to ominous plucking straight outta Abraham. Although a decade exists between the last full-length Coffin Wisdom and Guilt Shrine, it’s business as usual. Guilt Shrine will not change your mind about Generation of Vipers or post-metal in any way, but the aggression adds a jolt of intensity that rises above the muck.

Guilt Shrine’s tracklist tumbles across your ears like boulders in a landslide, Generation of Vipers chugging and barking their way through seven tracks and thirty-six minutes. While the balanced opener “Joyless Grails” and the southern-fried bruiser “Lux Inversion” deal with a sturdy balance of haunting melodies, highlights embrace the attack of cutthroat intentions. “In the Wilderness,” for instance, features a swarm of vicious riffs that hit you like the arsenal of post-metal Hammer Bro, balancing shredding palm-muting, punk chord progressions, and an unshakeable groove to get stuck in your head. “Elijah,” although not without its fair share of menacing placidity, utilizes these plucking movements and the empty silence to amplify the crushing weight that follows, concluding riffs pushed to a shuddering maximum. Generation of Vipers features a solid mix and production, guitars able to morph between galloping mammoth chugs and stinging melodies, while Joshua Holt’s vocals are sermonic and fiery, commanding the brig with charisma and fury, although the production has its issues.

Generation of Vipers adds a neat steel toe to the boot of post-metal. But the blueprint remains rooted in Through Silver in Blood and Panopticon, with touches of the Masses, and very little else sticks out beyond classic post-metal accomplished aggressively. This means that the crime that Generation of Vipers is guilty of is a lack of memorability resulting from the maximum safety and the seeming recognizability of the riffs and melodies. Their Amenra-isms are sparse, limited to albeit tasteful forays like “Elijah” and “Guilt Shrine,” or passages of “Lux Inversion,” but even the latter’s melodic template feels a tad like a weaker version. After the relatively pointless interlude “Doesn’t Mean Anything,” the most blatantly anticlimactic track here is easily “A Quiet Life,” no thanks to the production in which the ominous plucking quickly overpowers the riffs. It’s a problem that leaves a stain on “Guilt Shrine” as well—robbing the two tracks of their instrumental punch. As such, the album structure is a tad uneven, with the back half robbed of momentum.

Generation of Vipers isn’t interested in shaking up post-metal, and that’s fine. Guilt Shrine picks up exactly where Coffin Wisdom left off even after a decade, with sludgy riffs and an undeniable fire burning in the trio’s belly, with a touch of menace and darkness. However, although the production falters on the back end and there are weaker songs aboard, Guilt Shrine is a pleased-as-punch post-metal album that sounds a lot like Neurosis or Isis. I’m pleased to have found them, and I look forward to what they’ve got next.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Translation Loss Records
Website: facebook.com/generationofvipers | generationofvipers.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

#25 #2024 #Abraham #Amenra #AmericanMetal #Aug24 #BlackTusk #GenerationOfVipers #GuiltShrine #Isis #Neurosis #PostMetal #Review #Reviews #SludgeMetal #TranslationLossRecords

Concrete Winds – Concrete Winds Review

By Maddog

I left my first splotch on this fair site with Concrete Winds in 2021. The regrettably-titled Nerve Butcherer was an archetypal 3.0. Concrete Winds’ brand of war metal was fierce, concise, and exciting, but I haven’t returned to it due to its shameless recycling of ideas. Their new self-titled record seems to promise a similar experience, even in its minutiae. Much like its predecessors, Concrete Winds sports amorphous cover art and unfolds over nine tracks with silly faux-death-metal two-word titles.1 I approached the album expecting Concrete Winds to deliver a satisfactory but indistinguishable rehash of their past assaults.

I was half right. Concrete Winds’ sound is instantly recognizable, but it isn’t a photocopy of Nerve Butcherer. As before, Concrete Winds’ blackened riffs sound razor-sharp despite their simplicity. The album unfolds at a frantic pace, spanning nine tracks that treat your ears like a relay race baton. While Concrete Winds’ single-minded barrage feels familiar, it comes with some tweaks. The rhythmic experimentation that both helped and hurt Nerve Butcherer takes a back seat, with occasional exceptions like “Demented Gospels.” If anything, Concrete Winds leans further into their grindcore influences, cutting even straighter to the point (“Daylight Amputations”). Conversely, shrill guitar leads expand the band’s style while fitting snugly within it, augmenting Concrete Winds’ air raid with a siren. Other digressions include industrial percussion (“Subterranean Persuasion”) and Sodom-esque first-wave black metal (“Pounding Devotion”). Concrete Winds steps out of their comfort zone on their self-titled, even if only by an inch.

Concrete Winds’ old habits and new flourishes merge into an explosive 25 minutes. Every riff shines through its uncontainable energy, making any ten-second snippet of the record a pleasure in its own right. Occasional forays into other styles add novelty without skimping on power, like the industrial segments and traditional death metal influences of “Subterranean Persuasion.” Concrete Winds hits hardest when these pieces come together. For instance, the aggression of highlight “Infernal Repeater” fits the band’s mold, while the track’s flailing guitar melodies both stand out and heighten its intensity. Consistently smooth transitions between different songs and styles help the album’s new experiments feel at home throughout. Concrete Winds continues to play to their strengths, maintaining their violence-first approach while taking new steps.

Still, Concrete Winds struggles to stay fresh as a complete record. Despite diverging from its predecessors, it wears out through repetition. Concrete Winds’ trademark lowbrow war metal is the album’s core, and variations like the air raid siren guitars show up so often that they become forgettable. Once you settle into Concrete Winds’ style, even its most extreme cuts feel cookie-cutter, especially after several listens (“Virulent Glow”). Luckily, the album doesn’t brazenly self-plagiarize riffs as Nerve Butcherer did, but both its shortest songs (“Permanent Dissonance”) and its longest (“Demented Gospels”) pull from the same bag of tricks. Every idea here works in isolation, but different sections step on each other’s toes, making the final product less exciting to revisit.

Concrete Winds hit me hard on my first spin, but it dulls as the weeks go by. A first glance reveals marked improvements over Nerve Butcherer and Primitive Force. Concrete Winds has added new tools to their arsenal and reduced their raw repetition of riffs, all while sounding just as sharp. But even over just half an hour, this abrasive brand of grindy blackened death loses its edge through overuse. Your mileage may vary. Devotees of bands like Angelcorpse should pay heed, and Dolph’s enthusiasm suggests that the album may be a hit with no-good cetaceans. While Concrete Winds won’t threaten my year-end list, it’s a thrilling listen with enough innovation to get me excited for its follow-up.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Sepulchral Voice Records
Websites: concretewinds.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/aggressivenoisetorment
Releases Worldwide: August 30th, 2024

#2024 #30 #Angelcorpse #Aug24 #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #BlackenedGrind #ConcreteWinds #DeathMetal #FinnishMetal #Grindcore #Review #Reviews #SepulchralVoiceRecords #Sodom #WarMetal

Monolith – Lord of the Insect Order Review

By Dear Hollow

Monolith is the herald of Earth’s new overlords: the insect swarm. Insects outnumber humans an estimated 1.8 billion to 1, so it was only a matter of time Once united by a hive mind, the planet doesn’t stand a chance. The twist though is that the master race, the Lord of the Insect Order, so to speak, is giant space caterpillars. While Monolith’s first 2024 release Hornets Nest focused on the general depravity of the human condition, Lord of the Insect Order brings the B-movies and pulp. It’s War of the Worlds but with bugs, and you should be afraid, very afraid. In a tidy thirty-two minutes, Monolith takes us on a journey into humanity’s insignificance at the hands of insectoid overlords.

Their 2020 sophomore effort No Saints No Solace was received poorly by the illustrious Saunders but things have changed: Monolith’s got range.1 2024’s Hornets Nest was a foray into untouched territory, as the typically deathcore quartet dove headlong into crusty blackened hardcore that felt like Black Breath, This Gift is a Curse, and Nails got together for a brunch of tar and rusty wrenches—in perhaps one of the most surprisingly solid forays into unfamiliar territory. Lord of the Insect Order is back to its deathcore roots, but experimentation is still a heavy emphasis for this English quartet (from Devon and Cornwall). The first half creates more doom-oriented menace, a bit of The Acacia Strain sans hardcore scrappiness, while the second dives back into the Boris the Blade and Aversions Crown breakdowns-and-blastbeats bread-and-butter you expect from deathcore. Ultimately, thanks to tasteful length, emphasis on relentless beatdown, and never taking itself too seriously, Monolith towers with its cosmic caterpillars.

Truthfully, I’m not sure why more deathcore doesn’t dive into death/doom, because as The Acacia Strain’s Failure Will Follow taught us, the knuckle-dragging crunch fits like a glove into slow-motion pummeling. As such, the first act’s offerings like “Swarm’s Offering” and “Progeny Feast” slow things down to a menacing crawl that doesn’t necessarily forsake its breakdowns and down-tuned noodling, but weaponizes them alongside absolutely vicious vocals and haunting synths. Atmosphere shines most prominently in this half, with the yearning instrumental title track and lamenting “Planetary Hardening” offering synth-infected dirges that reflect upon the ruined landscape and eradicated race. The second act, ripped into creation with “Eclosion; Rise of the Imago Predator,” attacks with relentless brutality that recalls tempo-abusing interpretations like Aversions Crown or Osiah. The common thread of the yearning atmosphere infects “Parasitic Accession” and “Lonomia Pestilence” like a last tragic gasp before being wholly consumed – by a cosmic caterpillar. Neatly, these two sounds do not contradict, as Monolith’s viciousness is only highlighted by its ambiance. It concludes with the most bombastic track, “Unfurling of the Cosmic Caterpillar,” which borrows slightly from the doom palette for a song as epic as it is punishing—a suitable ending to an insane album.

While the differences between the two acts lend themselves to inconsistency, Monolith’s seamlessness between them and the natural resulting crescendo works like the plotline of an engaging story benefited by the influence of B-movie schlock. That being said, for thirty-two minutes, there are a few filler moments. Album intro “IRAS; Larval Comet” and “Holometabolism” do a solid job adhering to the album’s killer cosmic caterpillar theme and establishing the atmosphere in ways that reflect Aegaeon or early Kardashev. However, with such a short runtime Monolith would do well to trim the excess; the first half in particular could do with some more fleshing and breadth, as the three 3-5 minute doom tracks leave me wanting more. The second half, in particular, will not sway deathcore naysayers, as its emphasis on excess and constant breakdowns is never subtle. While Monolith’s theme is lighthearted, recalling the antics of A Breath Before Surfacing, their skill and brutality are certainly forces to be reckoned with.

Monolith’s second 2024 full-length benefits from its frivolous B-movie influence and willingness to experiment. While I’d like to see more of the deathcore-gone-doom vibe, the second half is tight and uncompromising, the first is epic and formidable, and the atmosphere is a breath of fresh air amid the swarming instruments. Monolith’s range cannot be overstated, because Hornets Nest feels like a completely different beast but was equally formidable. Lord of the Insect Order flies by, will get your toe tapping and resurrect your fears of giant cosmic caterpillars overthrowing life as we know it.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self-Released
Website: facebook.com/monolithuk | bandmonolith.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

#2024 #30 #ABreathBeforeSurfacing #Aegaeon #AtmosphericDeathMetal #Aug24 #AversionsCrown #BlackBreath #BorisTheBlade #DeathMetal #DeathDoomMetal #Deathcore #DoomMetal #EnglishMetal #Kardashev #LordOfTheInsectOrder #Monolith #Nails #Osiah #Review #Reviews #SelfRelease #TheAcaciaStrain #ThisGiftIsACurse

Meer – Wheels Within Wheels Review

By sentynel

Alright, I’m super late with this review—Wheels Within Wheels came out the day I moved house, which has not been the most conducive period for writing. But I couldn’t let this one get past without covering it. I adore Meer. There’s something very warming about listening to them, for all that they lean melancholy rather than saccharine. Best described as symphonic/progressive pop and/or rock, their music is lushly textured, drenched in strings, and emotive, often reaching for a soaring crescendo. Meer’s previous album Playing House narrowly missed the top spot in my 2021 list. In hindsight, it should probably have taken it.

The good news is they haven’t broken anything that made Playing House great. I mentioned in my TYMHM piece that Meer has a sound: a sparse melody on piano or guitar, some strings join, a fragile vocal line, and a build of all of those up to a great big soaring payoff. That’s still present and correct in Wheels Within Wheels, and it even opens with a brief string motif that’s a deliberate callback to the previous record before setting off in its own direction. The even better news is that the writing outshines Playing House. Nearly every song is a banger. The big, catchy vocal lines are really big. “Golden Circle,” “To What End” and more are super satisfying to sing along to. They play with the instrumentation and writing a bit more. There’s more of a dalliance with rock, with more distorted guitar, a spot of slide guitar here and there, and solos on “Chains of Changes” and “Today Tonight Tomorrow.” Closing track “This Is the End” goes actively post-rock, with heavier instrumentation, an unsettling key, and a more complex, extended song structure.

Wheels Within Wheels is a record where one has to criticize good songs to find criticisms at all. All I have to moan about is that there are two weaker pieces, “Behave” and “Take Me to the River.” The songs are good; I like the little whistled melody in “Behave,” for example, or the twiddly guitar on “Take Me to the River.” But they’re a little bit rote—the reference implementations of that Meer sound without anything notable to distinguish them. In the company of the rest of the record, they come across as a bit of filler. Their position in the running order, songs two and three, respectively, makes for an awkward start, tripping up after the great opener “Chains of Changes.” From that point onwards, however, every song is a hit. It’s redundant to try and list them all, but I do need to mention “Mother” in particular, a gorgeous prayer to a deity of broken things.

Meer is an ensemble, not just a band, and the (very many) musicians here are great. They succeed by combining all the moving parts with a sense of orchestration that would make most symphonic metal bands blush. They’re confident across the whole range of styles they touch, from sparse to bombastic. Still, Wheels Within Wheels is never too busy, allowing listeners to pick out the details. There’s a bass bit I love on “Something in the Water,” some pretty viola on “Take Me to the River,” or the piano on “Today Tonight Tomorrow.” Yes, I’m writing for a metal website, but I really enjoy some songs being more rock and guitar-forward (“Golden Circle,” among others). I’m inclined towards having opinions on vocalists and often feel slightly bad about not having space to say as much about, say, Åsa Ree on violin. But Meer’s two vocalists and lyricists, brother/sister duo Knut and Johanne Nesdal1 are brilliant. They carry the emotional heart of the music, trading lead vocal roles and duets, from the tender and fragile to the big, belted choruses. The production balances each detail without a problem, though I’d like a little more dynamic range to emphasize the biggest bits.

Wheels Within Wheels loses out to Playing House only in the sense that I knew what to expect—there’s no replicating that “wow” moment of hearing a fantastic band for the first time. But beyond that, it’s a notable improvement on Playing House, and that’s a hell of an achievement. Going a bit more rock and a touch more experimental is good for them. I’ve struggled to choose highlights to refer to because of an endless stream of “No, this one is my favorite track!” every time I listen. If you have any interest in progressive music, modern classical, or stuff that’s just Excellent, you should listen to this.

Rating: Excellent
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Karisma Records
Websites: meer.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/MEERmusikk
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

#2024 #45 #Aug24 #KarismaRecords #Meer #NorwegianMetal #PostRock #ProgressiveRock #Review #Reviews #SymphonicRock #WheelsWithinWheels

Eyes of the Oak – Neolithic Flint Dagger Review

By Steel Druhm

Written By: Nameless_N00b_90

One look at the cover of Neolithic Flint Dagger, the second album by Eyes of the Oak, and it should be no surprise that they play a mix of psychedelic doom, stoner rock, and traditional metal. That means fuzzy guitars, gruff cleans, and brief psychedelic passages of the kind that Pink Floyd plays on Dark Side of the Moon. These Swedes have previous experience in genres ranging from black metal to power metal, yet you’ll hear nary a trace of either on Neolithic Flint Dagger. Instead of high energy and soaring choruses, you’ll find an album with a mellow, laid-back sound that can sometimes pack a wallop. Is this a recipe for a good time, or does this drug-influenced concoction risk becoming overcooked?

Eyes of the Oak sounds like a mix between Somnuri and old-school Black Sabbath. Yet they are not as consistently high energy or heavy as Somnuri, and they’re not as exploratory or psychedelically weird as the classics. I found them most enjoyable when taking the heavier route, but their ability to blend styles adds a lot of depth to their overall sound. Guitarist Holger Thorsin, whose past work includes thrash (Chaosys) and black metal (Noctes) shows here that he has the chops to play any style. Drummer Hugo Thorsin (Noctes) shows off his work with an impressive intro on “Way Home.” Andreas Sjöström, who has experience on guitar with a couple of power metal bands (Wyvern, Diverge), contributes the necessary layers and rhythm that give the songs a little extra seasoning. Despite their disparate backgrounds, these musicians sound right at home playing stoner doom.

Whether Eyes of the Oak plays fast and heavy or takes it nice and slow, this album is fun. Opener “Cold Alchemy” is a heavy, rousing track that is sure to get your blood pumping, and it builds momentum for the first half of the album. “The Burning of Rome” is the other heavy hitter, combining wobbly guitars with a surprisingly bruising chorus. It’s the sort of song that will have you alternating between a gentle head sway and a forceful headbang. The mellower tracks, such as “Way Home” and “In the End,” reward patience and repeat listens, while “Night Visions” has a surprisingly catchy chorus. The variety within songs helps keep them fresh and enjoyable, even as most fall into the 5-6 minute range.

The second half of Neolithic Flint Dagger does suffer from uneven songwriting, however. Closer, “Offering to the Gods,” is the only song to extend past the six-minute mark, and while it does have some nice ideas, they are not developed enough to fill up the song’s nine-minute length. But the worst offender is “The Masters Hide.” This song doesn’t feel as cohesive as the other tracks, and the album’s vocal weaknesses are most pronounced here. Vocalist Andreas Sjöström does have a voice well-suited to the genre, and for the most part, he’s on point. However, his execution is inconsistent: sometimes flat, sometimes sleepy, sometimes talky.1 The promo materials for Eyes of the Oak say they recorded their debut album, The Stone Vortex, live in a studio. I wonder if they did the same here, and perhaps this approach puts a strain on Sjöström’s vocal cords.

Eyes of the Oak play a fun, accessible form of psychedelic rock mixed with stoner doom. From the giant glowing dagger on the album cover, you get the sense they don’t take themselves too seriously, and the album sounds like the band had fun recording it. It helps that they have some great ideas and capable musicians to carry out their vision. There may be a few kinks to work out, but I look forward to seeing how they develop their sound on future albums. So sit back, relax, and get high on… life? as you absorb the music of Neolithic Flint Dagger.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: X | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Self-Release
Websites: eyesoftheoak.bandcamp.com | eyesoftheoak.com
Releases Worldwide: August 23, 2024

#2024 #Aug24 #BlackSabbath #EyesOfTheOak #NeolithicFlintDagger #PinkFloyd #PsychedelicDoomMetal #Review #Reviews #SelfReleases #Somnuri #StonerDoom #SwedishMetal

Hatchend – Summer of ’69 Review

By Dolphin Whisperer

Nice.1 Or maybe you were thinking about the classic Bryan Adams song of the same name? Just what does a title like Summer of ’69 invoke? Maybe your mind raced to throwback stoner rock—nope, sorry. Perhaps the pop art cover took you to a bright, synth-coated land of big choruses and bigger hair? Still wrong, though. Hatchend instead circles about—cobbled of various Swedish extreme acts—waters of punk-loaded, gravel-voiced crossover thrash. And with a handful of riffs, one song structure, and an urge to throw arms, these crusty hooligans have birthed Summer of ’69. There was a pit at Woodstock, right?2

True to the classic ideals that the aged title represents, Hatchend delivers punky banger after punky banger with just about zero frills. In this lane of sonic fury, fueled by the likes of hardcore/crossover icons like Discharge and D.R.I., it can be hard to deliver a collection that iterates on the already basic structure that the style holds. Guitarist Elis Edin Markskog knows well from his main act, Birdflesh, that a little fluff and feather-ruffling can add a memorable edge to your act. Still, Hatchend seems to eschew most of that letting some mildly abrasive names apply surface wounds to the audience’s eyes (“Bloodthirsty Degenerate,” “A Fierce Scalpel Menace”). Other acts that find no charge in silly or serious messaging instead fly by the power of intensity of tone and delivery. And while Kalle Nimhagen’s (Deathening) death metal-leaning bark supplies a tactile mic spray, it also starts to beg the question of whether Hatchend really has more to offer than a tightly executed tune.

Hatchend kicks off every song of this eight-pack with all the right hooky hammers. When you’re a crossover act of the Municipal Waste variety, that first five to ten seconds of glory only have to hit hard enough to keep the fire burning. Hammering cymbal counts (“Shackled Humanity,” “Scape Goat”), full power riffage (“A Fierce Scalpel Menace,” “Feed This Emptiness”), and hyper-aggressive bass thumpage (“Who’s the Foe Today?”) all weight heavy in Summer’s arsenal of distorted charms. However, with each song being of a longer runtime, in the three to five-minute range, these mostly effective plays can’t carry enough energy into the verses and choruses and blast breaks that feel largely interchangeable between each track.

To make the menagerie of power chord shuffles even more of an indistinguishable hum, Hatchend heaves mix balance to the wayside in a bass-forward presentation that is beyond crusty. Despite the reputation that some of thrash metal’s bigger names may push, thick and leading bass rattling leads the charge in celebrated acts like Overkill or Nuclear Assault. And even in the hardcore lane that inspires this conversation more, Discharge and the like hold a respectable and flashy bass performance at the heart of their aggression—one that is heard and felt alongside all else. But Hatchend has chosen the path of the bulldozer with Dan Bengtsson’s (Pyramido, ex-Crowpath) volume-gorged bass running so wide it near negates the need for the rhythm guitar to even exist. Markskog is far from a slouch on the six, and with a real dialed ear, his riffs run bluesy, playful—and he gets a few moments to break through when there’s a little less on the board. But the choice to bury the guitars in a bassy grave robs Markskog’s performance of nuance.

Hatchend’s thirty-minute first impression struggles to break through the established lineage of thrashers, punks, and their predecessors. Overloud and under-expressed, the band’s sound lacks clarity. Summer of ’69 falls short of telling a compelling story, neither warm enough to be fanciful nor abrasive enough to embrace nihilism. It does, however, achieve the goal of being a burst of high-tempo mosh energy should you need it. With the pedigree of the manic minds who have brought forth plenty of extreme music before, I would expect no less. Unfortunately, I was also hopeful for more.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Selfmadegod Records | Bandcamp
Website: facebook.com/hatchendofficial
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

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