Canadian death metal remains one of the country’s most dependable exports. Our neighbors to the North must put something in the water because high-caliber extremity seems to ooze from the trees like maple syrup. The next such group vying for international market share is Toronto-based quintet Gutvoid. Their debut, Durance of Lightless Horizons, contained flashes of brilliance, but occasionally lost focus due to its length. Yet, Steel still found it signaled a group with all the marks of greatness. Three years and an EP later, their sophomore release, Liminal Shrines, now finds the Canadians launching the first of a two-part concept that tells dark, supernatural stories of protagonists who pass through liminal gateways and emerge transfigured. Prepare yourselves—it’s time for Portal Kombat.

Musically, Liminal Shrines fits its theme perfectly. Whether it’s a scholar reciting a spell that causes his soul to leave his body (“Spell Reliquary”), a person dying in their sleep and becoming a ghost (“Lead Me Beyond the Sleeping I”), or workers on a job in deep space accidentally releasing angry spirits that possess them (“Chasm of Displaced Souls”), Gutvoid blends classic death metal—à la Bolt Thrower—and doom-crusted horror. The resulting barrage of reality-twisting shifts feels like one is being dragged through a vortex of riffs and rhythms. Balancing Morbid Angel’s brute-force with thoughtful composition, tracks like “Smothering Sea” and “Spell Reliquary” sport pummeling riffs that often transition into dissonant alarms and spiraling arpeggiated guitar work, while the record’s bulkiest tracks (“Chasm of Displaced Souls,” “Lead Me Beyond the Sleeping I”) play things safer, prioritizing melody and weight over the adventurous aggression of the album’s earlier tracks.

Liminal Shrines by GUTVOID

Across Liminal Shrines’ front end, Gutvoid shows the range of their talent and songwriting chops. Intro tracks are typically very hit or miss, but curtain-raiser “Ruinous Gateways” sets the tone well, with a thick, audible bass presence and its sashaying, tremolodic guitar lines that feel purposeful rather than ornamental. From there, Gutvoid shows notable command of dynamics and structure. “Spell Reliquary” constantly morphs through melodic arpeggios, walking guitar bridges, and spiraling leads, creating a midpoint packed with engaging twists and turns. Although it ends up toiling for over eight minutes, it never loses its way. “Smothering Sea” raises the bar even higher, folding Meshuggah-style dissonance into rustic, psychedelic grooves and expressive, cosmic–toned leads. The approach is adventurous yet grounded, smartly snapping back to straightforward death when needed. By Liminal Shrines’ halfway mark, Gutvoid’s confidence is brimming, as they continuously attack the nether regions with crushing blast-driven heaviness, unexpected prog flair—like Neil Peart’s (Rush) trademark ride pattern (“Umbriel’s Door”)—and devastating breakdowns.

But strangely, Gutvoid’s ambition tails off around “Umbriel’s Door,” and Liminal Shrines finds the quartet slipping back into some familiar habits—most notably, an overreliance on length that drowns the impact of otherwise great ideas. “Lead Me Beyond the Sleeping I,” in particular, feels like a classic case of bloat, taking far too long to evolve out of its mid-tempo Bolt Thrower-esque plods and spacious leads. It’s a shame because there are some genuinely great moments here—the arpeggiated guitar section halfway through, the surprise clean vocal harmonies, and the acoustic ending with tasteful off‑beat drum accents—but each arrives too late and lingers too long, making the twelve-minute runtime feel unjustified for what is ultimately a restrained song compared to Gutvoid’s earlier aspirations. “Chasm of Displaced Souls” fares better thanks to more immediate momentum, inventive drumming, and a compelling atmospheric interlude that recalls “Ruinous Gateways,” yet even here a sense of repetition creeps in. While these tracks aren’t bad by any stretch, they reinforce the group’s tendency to trust duration over concision to create gravity, consequently stretching songs beyond their natural lifespan.

There’s no question Gutvoid has the chops, but Liminal Shrines hovers somewhere between good and very good. I can’t help but feel let down by a final block that doesn’t match the ambition of the first half, especially when their strongest material proves they don’t need to rely on excess to hit hard and clearly know how to write great songs that stick. I’ll be watching for the second half of this series, hoping the closer shows up partially reborn. The good news, though, is that Gutvoid has still given us enough to chew on while we wait for them to unlock their full potential.

Rating: Good
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Profound Lore
Websites: gutvoid.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/gutvoidofficial
Releases Worldwide: March 20th, 2026

Out March 20 - Gutvoid “Liminal Shrines” LP SOLAR / LP CRIMSON / CD from Profound Lore.

"Gutvoid was formed in Toronto, Ontario by Daniel Bonofiglio (Guitar) and Brendan Dean (Guitar and Vocals), soon followed by Justin Boehm (Bass) and D. W. Lee (Drums). Blending modern death and doom soundscapes with progressive rock and metal songwriting foundations, Gutvoid creates a monster seething with gut-wrenching riffs, cavernous vocals and prog virtuosity.

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#LIMINALSHRINES
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Evoken – Mendacium Review

By Steel Druhm

New Jersey’s Evoken is one the big names in the very niche genre of funeral doom. Since 1994 they’ve been churning out lengthy, unhurried odes to despair and tragedy, taking heavy inspiration from the Peaceville Three era while forging a path of their own. Albums like Quietus and Antithesis of Light are regarded as funeral doom triumphs, and you can depend on Evoken to deliver carefully crafted epics full of emotionally harrowing moods. It’s been a long time since 2018s Hypnagogia dropped, and 2025 finally sees these Garden State downers resurface for 7th full-length, Mendacium. And when I saw full-length, I mean FULL, as this beast runs over an hour with songs typically in the 9-10 minute framework. Funeral doom can be a tough sell to many, even when executed adroitly. Will there be an appetite for an hour-plus of what Evoken have prepared for the ears?

Nearly 10-minute opener “Matins” isn’t what I would call a soft intro to the Evoken experience. It’s eerie, ominous funeral noise with heavy, drawn-out doom riffs, cavernous death croaks, and nerve-jangled synths, but as the monster shambles forward, more melodic touches emerge from the miasma. Sad, forlorn piano keys twinkle in that My Dying Bride way, and a vaguely Gothic mist swirls below the heavier assault. Sudden upheavals of blast beats and trem riffs jumpstart the energy, and tempos are toyed with just enough to keep things from becoming a faceless mush of doom plod. The package is what Evoken have done before, and it isn’t showing new textures so much as moving established genre pieces around on the board. The forlorn guitar lines and solos ache with emotion, and a feeling of suffocating hopelessness is maintained throughout. Is it a chore to get through? That will depend on how well you stomach funeral doom, but even for a fan like me, it does feel a bit long by the end. “Lauds” is another 10-minute death march, but a bit more “urgent” in its pacing, with more emphasis on force and less on atmosphere and nuance. The dramatic spoken word bits can be a take-it-or-leave-it element, but the riffs are meaty and heavy, and there’s a sense of danger here instead of just grief. It’s got genuinely gripping moments, and the vaguely liturgical feel of the synths and ghostly choirs is a nifty touch, but Evoken drag segments out past the point of usefulness with resultingly diminishing returns.

For my tastes, “None” is the album highlight. Though typically slow to get locked into gear, once there, you’re greeted with gripping death and black vocals and a rising intensity that feels like it’s on the highway to Hell. There’s real menace here, though restraint and leaden pacing are still the watchwords. The extra weight from the riffs helps keep attention, though Evoken still tests your patience with stretched-out segments of minimal action. Closer “Compline” dives deeper into classic doom and the salad days of My Dying Bride and Anathema with mostly positive results. I especially like the banged upon piano keys, which hint at something disturbing. The big obstacle across Mendacium is the way Evoken build their long-form compositions. They can often feel flat and undynamic, even by funeral doom standards. The tracks with the most routine tempo shifts work best, but even they feel 2-3 minutes too long. This isn’t a new issue for the band, but it seems to have become more pronounced starting on Hypnagogia. There are long segments that could appear on a new age meditation album, where you can sit and zone out to the astral plane. That’s fine, but I don’t want lots of that in my funeral doom.

John Paradiso and Chris Molinari offer a fair amount of heavy doom riffs, and there are plenty of plaintive harmonies that speak of melancholy and despair. They aren’t the most dynamic riff authors out there, but they know how to set a mood and build atmosphere. Paradiso’s vocals are effective, his death roars booming and menacing and his evil blackened cackles sounding suitably demonic. I’m not a fan of the spoken word bits, but that’s a genre-wide issue and a personal preference. Vince Verkay does a lot on the kit when let off his leash by the funerary slogging. He’s one of the bright spots here, and I find my attention drawn to his playing frequently.

Evoken are pros at this style of doom, and Mendacium is solid, competent funeral doom with some writing snags that take it down a few notches in effectiveness. Too many moments evoke spa time, sitting with cucumber slices on my eyes rather than sobbing inconsolably at a loved one’s grave. I need less spa, more funeral. This may be one of the most restrained things to ever come out of New Jersey, and that’s not a selling point for Yours Steely. Still, if the mood is right, this could lull you into an early grave. A muted endorsement.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Profound Lore
Websites: evokenofficial.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/evokenhell | instagram.com/evoken_doom_official
Releases Worldwide: October 17th, 2025

#2025 #30 #AmericanMetal #Anathema #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #Evoken #FuneralDoom #Mendacium #MyDyingBride #Oct25 #ProfoundLore #Review #Reviews

Kontusion debut new track "Subjugation"

https://metalnerd.net/kontusion-debut-new-track-subjugation/

#Kontusion #ProfoundLore #metal #deathmetal

Innumerable Forms announce Pain Effulgence; debut "Impulse"

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Kontusion (Repulsion, ex-Iron Reagan) sign with Profound Lore Records, announce debut album & share lead single

https://metalnerd.net/kontusion-repulsion-ex-iron-reagan-sign-with-profound-lore-records-announce-debut-album-share-lead-single/

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Caustic Wound – Grinding Mechanism of Torment Review

By Saunders

Back in the strange old days of 2020, Seattle’s Caustic Wound detonated a skin-blasting deathgrind debut, entitled Death Posture. It landed on my end-of-year list and has remained a staple since. Comprised of like-minded scene veterans, including members of Mortiferum and Magrudergrind, Caustic Wound skillfully weld brutal, old-school death and grindcore influences into a raw, gnarly, riff rumbling beast. Death Posture’s dirty, unrefined production and reeky, terrorizing attack lent it a dangerous, unhinged edge, complimented by its infectious riffcraft and ugly underground values. Fast forward to the present and Caustic Wound reappear hellbent to fuck things up in their wickedly violent, deranged way. The efficient, action-packed platter of splattery goodness gets the job done in under half an hour, rifling through sixteen sharp, savvy and utterly punishing deathgrind bursts. With all the pieces in place, can Caustic Wound back up their impressively savage debut and capitalize on their prior groundwork with a sophomore album to savor?

Grinding Mechanism of Torment picks up where its predecessor left off, albeit offering a freshly inspired take on the bare-bones aesthetics and raw buzz of the debut. First and foremost, this shit maintains the band’s brutally raging, guttural thrust and blast riddled form of deathgrind mayhem, featuring the thrashy, artery slashing hooks and gore spattered flair to do Exhumed and Impaled proud, Caustic Wound have sharpened their weapons of butchery and refined their sound, without compromising the blasty, grind-fueled punch and exhilarating blast of the debut. This is partly attributed to a cleaner, more refined, though still appropriately thick, beefy production job that stays true to their brutal underground roots. The tidier sonic aspects fail to diminish the savage old school charms and full throttle grind attacks that litter the album (“Advanced Killing Methods,” “Human Shield,” “Endless Grave,” “Dead Dog”).

Without discarding those classic death and grind influences of yesteryear, the influences reach a little broader, encompassing the occasional d-beaten Swedeath smackdown, hardcore stomp, and nods to the early days of legends such as Napalm Death, Cannibal Corpse and Terrorizer. Equipped with a bevy of killer riffs, the songs penetrate the memory bank. The buzzsawing, uppercutting riffs are uniformly strong, regardless of speed, but especially when Caustic Wound occasionally lay off the relentless pace and unleash the Leng Tch’e-esque groove and grind sections (check the sludgy, groovy crush of “Drone Terror” or insanely hooky riffs of “Blood Battery” as primo examples). Elsewhere, wild solos punctuate the chaos (“Infinite Chaos,” “Blackout”) and Clyde Lindstrom’s (Corpus Offal, Fetid) meaty, phlegmy vocal eruptions enlivens and adds a feral, guttural punch to proceedings, lending character and deceptive variety, not content to fall into being an unremarkable rhythmic afterthought. Not content to play it safe, closer “Into Cold Deaf Universe” dabbles in slow building, sludgy discordance, and samples before eventually mutating into a deadly deathgrind epic, unloading across nearly seven minutes of blasting and caterwauling noise, capping the album in momentously chaotic, violent fashion.

Despite the cleaner sonic palette, Grinding Mechanism of Torment packs a hefty wallop in the heaviness and brutality stakes, and is anything but a run-of-the-mill example of old school deathgrind. Chase Slaker and Max Bowman wield their axes with feral abandon amid lightning bursts of speed, vice-tight interlocking riffs, and divebombing solos. The riffs are a constant highlight and the deeper emphasis on thick, headbanging grooves unlocks some seriously chunky, infectious moments, such as the vicious outro of the grindy “Sniper Nest,” and swaggering grooves of “Horrible Earth Death.” Amidst the speedy focal point and blast riddled displays, the rhythm section of bassist Tony Wolfe and drummer Casey Moore do a bang-up job of driving this deathgrind killing machine and locking down the mean, violent grooves punctuating the album.

Death Posture established Caustic Wound as a deathgrind powerhouse to be reckoned with, embracing classic death and grind values, executed with fresh and frenzied flair. Some of those endearing, caveman charms of the debut cannot be recreated in the more refined format. As such Grinding Mechanism of Torment may lose some of the wild, unhinged edges of the debut. However, the album compensates through its addictive riffcraft and diverse, though still plenty brutal display of deathgrind lunacy, expanding their songwriting scope and marking a grisly, bone-crunching, and righteously infectious return.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Profound Lore
Website: Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: April 25th, 2025

#2025 #40 #AmericanMetal #CausticWound #CorpusOffal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhumed #Fetid #Grindcore #GrindingMechanismOfTorment #Impaled #LengTchE #Magrudergrind #Mortiferum #NapalmDeath #ProfoundLore #Review #Reviews #Terrorizer

Wormwitch – Wormwitch Review

By Felagund

I have a complicated relationship with Wormwitch. On one hand, I was blown away by their sophomore effort Heaven That Dwells Within. I still spin it five years on and I routinely recommend it to anyone flirting with the melodic black metal or black n’ roll subgenres. On the other, I was generally let down by their follow-up Wolf Hex, which I had the good fortune to review. While I ultimately gave it a 3.0, I haven’t revisited the album much since then, and I still view it as a significant step down from their previous effort. Now here I sit, cradling these frigid Canadians’ latest album (which actually dropped back in July) in my loving arms, hoping beyond hope that this self-titled bundle of joy rights Wolf Hex’s well-intentioned wrongs and signals a return to form. As an AMG reviewer, we’re taught to live in hope, die in despair, and write the damn review already. So enough sharing what I want this record to be; is it good or what?

Well, it’s certainly not what I had hoped for. Wormwitch proved on Heaven That Dwells Within that they have the ability, both as players and songwriters, to deliver high-quality melodic black metal that remains memorable without overstaying its welcome; that incorporates elements of death metal, speed metal, crust, hard rock, and even folk without ever losing its essential, blackened edge; that weaves moving, melodic passages in-between ice-caked sheets of snarling brutality. And while Wolf Hex lacked much of the immediacy found on HTDW, it was still clear that Wormwitch were able to keep their creative spark alive, if somewhat dimmed. On Wormwitch, though, it sounds as if that once impressive flame is guttering, and threatening to go out entirely.

Sometimes this brand of all-encompassing criticism takes a few listens before it fully forms in your mind. But on Wormwitch, the problems are evident from the very first track. “Fugitive Serpent” is loud, blackened bombast revealing an utterly forgettable opener. Follow up tune “Envenomed” could have easily been titled “Fugitive Serpent 2,” doubling down as it does on unrelenting walls-of-sound, augmented vox buried too low in the mix, and a seeming disinterest in lingering too long on any passage, moment or interlude that runs the risk of holding the listener’s attention. As the album expands, so do these issues. Fourth track “Inner War” offers a bit more variety, including an attention-grabbing acoustic intro and a head-bobbing black n’ roll riff near the conclusion that helps bookend yet another forgettable heap of black metal bluster. Back half cuts like “Godmaegen” may boast an engaging, moody interlude between grungy guitar and wheezing bass, “Salamander” may deliver the sparse melancholy that Wormwitch used to such great effect on HTDW, and penultimate tune “Bright and Poisonous” might be where the band decided to toss many of their good ideas, but none of these brief moments are enough to save this album from what it truly is.

Which is what, exactly? To this lowly reviewer, Wormwitch’s self-titled fourth album is less a cohesive work and more a series of brickwalled black metal tropes, loosely held together by flickering, fleeting moments of inspiration. And much like a creaking discount Ferris wheel, this clunker threatens to collapse under the weight of its own hubris. In many ways, Wormwitch feels like the product of a band that is actively devolving before our eyes. While their second album is a mature, memorable slice of genre-hopping ferocity that thoughtfully balances mood, atmosphere and heaviness, their fourth outing is almost the polar opposite, dispensing with nuance in favor of regurgitated second-wave worship. Gone is the finely-tuned songwriting, replaced instead with an “all gas, no brakes” approach you’d expect from a group of untested upstarts, not musicians almost a decade into their career.

After taking such a long break from my reviewing duties, this isn’t the piece I’d hoped to produce upon my return. I want to like what Wormwitch does because I so loved what they’ve done in the past. So perhaps this is simply a case of unfair expectations. But I don’t think so; what appeared to be a bug on Wolf Hex appears to be a feature on Wormwitch, and that’s the unfortunate reality. The promo materials accompanying the album proclaims that this is “a statement of a band coming into its own,” and while I can’t fault musicians for seeking to develop their sound, I can certainly fault the result. Wormwich, it would appear I hardly knew ye.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Profound Lore Records
Websites: wormwitch.bandcamp.com | instagram.com/wormwitchofficial
Releases Worldwide: July 26th, 2024

#20 #2024 #BlackMetal #BlackNRoll #CanadianMetal #Crust #July24 #MelodicBlackMetal #ProfoundLore #Review #Reviews #Wormwitch

Spectral Wound – Songs of Blood and Mire Review

By Carcharodon

2021 seems a long time ago. So long, in fact, that I had utterly forgotten half of my year-end List. Imagine my surprise then, to discover, while checking for previous references on our auguste site, that I had listed Spectral Wound’s last outing, A Diabolic Thirst. That was as nothing, however, compared to my shock when I discovered that, not only had Deafheaven-groupie Doom_et_Al awarded it a list spot, so had avowed BM skeptic Ferrous Beuller. Perhaps this spread says something about what Spectral Wound achieved with its third record, its brand of vicious, semi-raw black metal appealing to both the ravening death metal machine Ferrous and Sunbather-apologist Doom, as well as yours truly, normally to be found luxuriating at the atmo-end of the BMverse. Can this Canadian five-piece achieve the same lightning-in-a-bottle effect with fourth record, Songs of Blood and Mire?

Pressing play the first time, I was briefly non-plussed, as I appeared to have unwittingly put on a sludge record, the first distorted notes of opener “Fevers and Suffering,” drowning in feedback, recalling nothing more than Charger. This effect lasts only moments but is, nevertheless, disarming. Then Spectral Wound rips you a new one with an altogether more familiar sound. Searing tremolos shed hoar frost in their frozen wake, as Illusory’s artillery-like percussion slams into the listener again and again. As ever, Jonah’s rasping shrieks cut like shards of glass blown upon an arctic gale, slicing into your flesh and your mind. So far, so Spectral Wound. However, there is a subtle, but marked, maturing to the band’s sound on Songs of Blood and Mire. Without losing any of the furious, visceral dark magic that tainted their previous outings, Spectral Wound now weave in, by turns, a really nasty groove, reminiscent of early Bathory (“Aristocratic Suicidal Black Metal”), as well as a Scandinavian epicness, a la Windir (“Twelve Moons in Hell”).

In some ways, Songs of Blood of Mire reminds me of what Miasmata captured on their debut, Unlight: Songs of Earth and Atrophy, as it serves up unflinchingly harsh, yet strangely melodic, black metal, channeling the likes of Dissection and Watain, as much as it does Windir and others. Raw and brutal in places, Spectral Wound are only too happy to kick down your front door, before setting fire to the splintered remnants and pissing on your doormat for good measure (“At Wine-Dark Midnight in the Mouldering Halls”). But that tells only half the story. Once inside, the band stalks your house, shambling from room to room, experimenting with different ways of smashing up your stuff. Debauched, seething, and frenetic, sometimes it feels like Spectral Wound are content to take their time, the groove of Sam’s bass giving the rest of the band space to lay leisurely waste to everything (“Less and Less Human, O Savage Spirit” and the back end of “A Coin Upon the Tongue”). At others, the band is a raging tempest, blasting through walls without hesitation, no shits given (“Fevers and Suffering” and “The Horn Marauding”).

Across its tight, 43-minute run, Songs of Blood and Mire is every bit the equal of Spectral Wound’s previous efforts. At its absolute best (“Aristocratic Suicidal Black Metal” and closer, “Twelve Moons in Hell”), it’s probably the strongest material the band has put out to date. Slightly less raw than previous efforts, there is something here of the transition made by Lamp of Murmuur between its debut and third outing, 2023’s Saturnian Bloodstorm. Whether it’s that deep seam of groove that’s now woven more firmly into Spectral Wound’s sound or little adornments, like the super fun solo dropped (either by Patrick or A.A.) around the halfway mark of “A Coin upon the Tongue,” this feels like a band confident in its songwriting, comfortable with its sound. The excellent production, which retains an organic rawness but emphasizes the details, like the keening, melodic edge to the guitars, hurts not at all.

Clearly written by the same band that conjured Infernal Decadence and A Diabolic Thirst, Songs of Blood and Mire has just a few more tricks up its ragged sleeve. Although it’s Spectral Wound’s longest outing yet (edging A Diabolic Thirst by a couple of minutes), there’s zero filler or bloat here, and the whole thing feels vital and packed with barely contained energy. My favorite Spectral Wound to date, I’m afraid that score counter is in trouble. Again.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Profound Lore
Websites: spectralwound.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/spectralwoundcontramundi
Releases Worldwide: August 23rd, 2024

#2024 #40 #Aug24 #Bathory #BlackMetal #CanadianMetal #Dissection #LampOfMurmuur #MelodicBlackMetal #Miasmata #ProfoundLore #RawBlackMetal #Review #Reviews #SongsOfBloodAndMire #SpectralWound #Watain #Windir