Icons sind gerade beim Drehen von Objekten super als kleine Gedächtnisstütze, in welcher Richtung man positive Winkel eingeben muss. Die Oberfläche von CorelDRAW wurde erneuert und der Pfeil vom Icon zeigt in die falsche Richtung, dabei hätten sie das einfach nur abzeichnen müssen.
With the same swirling whammy lick opening “Moonbelt Immolator” gracing the opening minute of “Cryogenically Frozen,” Cryptic Shift have returned. Visitations from Enceladus was a monolithic record that rocked my world in 2020, taking me to the most vile reaches of the universe in a technical death/thrash expedition of cosmic horror. Six years later, the group from Leeds, UK aim to expand on their already expansive debut regarding both their sci-fi theming and musicality with their sophomore. They didn’t skimp out on us either: Overspace & Supertime is one track greater than Visitations and nearly twice as long, boasting two twenty-plus-minute epics.1 A feature film’s runtime of borderline avant-garde extreme metal is no small feat, but if designed and shaped with singular vision, patience and skill, then anything can happen. And in the strange aeons Cryptic Shift occupy, anything happens all the time.
An undertaking like Overspace & Supertime demands top-notch performances to survive: Cryptic Shift couldn’t have done much better. Keeping true to the mix of Atheistic death, Vektorian thrash, and King Crimsonian progressive sensibilities that made the debut a knockout, Cryptic Shift have opened another wormhole of technical death/thrash immensity. But if you’re imagining Visitations II: Eldritch Boogaloo, stop. Overspace takes what made Visitations great and kicks it into warp speed. The guitar duo of Xander Bradley and Joss Farrington (Cryptworm)2 tear through an embarrassment of mind-bending, neck-breaking riffs across Overspace, bending across their whole fretboards, soloing on “Stratocumulus Evergaol” and putting their entire asses behind the chugged-up “Hyperspace Topography.” Drummer Ryan Sheperson pummels his kit in time I can only guess at on “Overspace & Supertime” while bassist John Riley fretlessly glides over “Cryogenically Frozen” into solos traded off between the guitars, amounting to a finessed, yet relentless attack. Topped off with Bradley’s cavernous bellows, Overspace & Supertime is a tour de force of musical expertise.
Overspace & Supertime by Cryptic Shift
What carries Cryptic Shift’s longform songwriting is that their music is always in flux. Whenever the band seems lost in their own prog-sauce—like in the effect-heavy openings of “Hexagonal Eyes (Diverity Trepaphymphasyzm)” and “Cryogenically Frozen”—they always swing back with a bruiser riff that helps keep Overspace more approachable than it ought to be. Like on Visitations, Cryptic Shift employ clean guitar passages and eerie atmospheres to outline the heavy bits. But on Overspace, they are woven smoothly into the distorted parts to create dynamic passages, like the shimmering clean strums between monstrous death hits on “Stratocumulus Evergaol” or the blackened surf-rock tremolos of “Hyperspace Topography.” But Cryptic Shift’s greatest dynamic on Overspace is that of light vs. dark. While their debut was a pitch-black exploration of space-born horrors, Overspace injects a healthy dosage of awe into their mix, including strangely bright conclusions to “Cryogenically Frozen” and “Overspace & Supertime” and a passage at ~16 minutes into “Stratocumulus Evergaol” that’s so boppy that it could pass for Rise Against. It’s in the name: Cryptic Shift change in some strange ways over the course of Overspace & Supertime, and I’m here for it.
And this leads me to the true wonder of Overspace & Supertime and where its immensity is most benefited: the beauty of the off-kilter. This is an album of purely aggressive, dissonant, esoteric, and oddly-timed stuff; Cryptic Shift made no obvious move, and they’re clearly not gunning for radio play. So why is it so beautiful? Solos that effortlessly slide from Slayer-like chromatic bullshittery into soaring melodicism. Patient ambiances both tranquil and unsettling, belligerent thrashing as exhilarating as it is hostile. The brilliant production best described by Dolphin Whisperer as “tone porn,” where all cleans are crystalline, and everything dirty is disgusting. How easy it is to fall under Cryptic Shift’s spell and let the freeform journey take you on its many twists and turns. The fact that Overspace & Supertime gets weird and takes its precious time doing so allows the listener to immerse themselves in Cryptic Shift’s world, making for a simply sublime experience.
In retrospect, Visitations from Enceladus feels like Cryptic Shift’s proof-of-concept for Overspace & Supertime. Yes, this is an exhausting record. Trying to catch everything on it during your first listen could make you go blind. Maybe 80 minutes is too damn long. But Overspace & Supertime is a better record than my wildest expectations, six years in the making, ever dreamed up. Like Frank Zappa at his best, Cryptic Shift on Overspace left me frequently confused, sometimes just plain tickled, but never unmoved before their showcase of the bizarre and the otherwordly. In the stranger aeons Cryptic Shift occupy, anything has happened.
Rating: Excellent
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps MP3
Label: Metal Blade Records
Websites: cryptic-shift.bandcamp | facebook.com/crypticshift
Releases Worldwide: February 27, 2026
Recharging the Void appreciation toot.
100% perfection.
🎵 Recharging the Void by #Vektor
💿 Terminal Redux, 2016
▶️ https://song.link/y/zVeHREDFvpk
Und wenn ihr dann eh ein paar Tage Urlaub in #Regensburg macht gibts am 29.10. mit @Taxxizz einen Caliope Mini Kurs bei #Vektor
Gerne auch weitersagen <3 #RT
This is a reminder that Terminal Redux is one of the best metal albums of all time.
But the question remains:
Charging the Void or Recharging the Void?
🎵 Recharging the Void by Vektor
💿 Terminal Redux, 2016
▶️ https://song.link/y/zVeHREDFvpk
By Owlswald
Crafting a great or excellent record is a remarkable feat. But it’s another challenge entirely to consistently churn out banger after banger. This kind of consistency is the not-so-secret sauce that can launch bands into the upper echelons. While examples are numerous, California’s Imperialist is poised to demonstrate their potential for genuine longevity with third LP, Prime. Having already broken the Score Safety Counter with 2018’s Cipher, the sci-fi black metal quartet returned to impress our Elitist on staff again in 2021 with follow-up, Zenith. Now, four years later and with an EP in between, Imperialist sets its crosshairs on Prime to deliver their third quality record in a row.
Longtime followers of Imperialist’s cosmic flight path will notice that the foursome has stayed true to its blackened foundation. Sergio Soto and Bryant Quinones’ trem-picked guitars and stylish shredding—á la Dissection and Immortal—fuse with Rod Quinones’ explosive blast beats and Soto’s callous snarls to power their apocalyptic and space-faring narrative. However, on Prime, Imperialist updates their design, discarding the “loose screws” of previous albums for a meaner, more streamlined edge. The quartet’s songwriting has become more refined, featuring fluid transitions, engaging leads and solos, and strong, memorable riffs that anchor their high-energy sound. Everything about Prime is bigger, better, and more powerful than before, from the intense and technical performances to Eliran Kantor’s stunning cover art and Dan “The Man” Swanö’s excellent mix. The result is a full-force attack that hits with all its might, making Prime Imperialist’s most impressive effort to date.
Through years of dedication, Imperialist has weaponized its proven blueprint, transforming into a razor-sharp cohesive assault. Soto and Quinones’ guitars lead the charge, delivering a terrestrial invasion of light-speed tremolo runs and hooky, head-banging riffs packed full of cataclysmic energy perfectly suited for Prime’s apocalyptic premise. Imperialist prominently evolved its sound by adding melodic leads and solos that are both tasteful and technical, prioritizing emotion and phrase over showmanship to give Prime’s nine tracks greater punch and charisma. Their solos—with harmonic fluency (“A Ghost Abandoned,” “Beneath the Sands of Titan”), wah accents (“Starstorm,” “A Ghost Abandoned”), and expressive feel (“Final Hours,” “Nocturnal Eon”)—balance technicality with musical intuition while also contributing to Imperialist’s saga. Serving as the main force behind Prime’s storytelling, Soto’s vocal performance immerses the listener into the album’s vast narrative, as his tone, delivery and lyrical content perfectly marry Prime’s musical aggression with their thematic vision. His delivery has a great thrashy snarl that is flat-out mean, sounding like a mix between David DiSanto (Vektor) and Abbath (Immortal) while still retaining sharp and clear enunciation.
Prime hits hard from the start with “Starstorm” and sustains that high-energy approach for most of its forty-five-minute runtime. Bolstering Prime’s sound, Swanö’s mix forgoes the sterile feel of past albums for a lively and organic one, allowing each instrument room to breathe while pushing Soto’s vocals to the forefront. Interlude, “Heavens Sunder,” fits into the album’s arc perfectly and makes the return to Prime’s aggressive final half feel even heavier. The decision to include an interlude at the album’s midpoint was a smart move, especially given that a lack of song variation has historically been Imperialist’s Achilles’ heel. And yet, the back half of Prime still falters as its momentum wanes. “Union of the Swarm” and “Nocturnal Eon” are solid but feel less compelling, lacking the memorability of the album’s stronger tracks. Prime could have improved its staying power with greater differentiation between these songs and the album’s other material or by trimming one altogether. Fortunately, the triumphant “A Ghost Abandoned” breaks this pattern. With its sauntering rhythm, it provides a welcome change of pace before its satisfying, drifting outro delivers a sense of a completed journey, from initial onslaught to a final, fading resolution.
While it just misses greatness, Prime is without a doubt Imperialist’s most cohesive and powerful album to date. The group has successfully addressed nearly all the lingering issues from their past work while adding new depth to their sound. With Prime, these Californians are operating near the apex of their craft, having now released three consecutive quality black metal albums that cement them as one of the genre’s premier acts. No one knows where Imperialist go from here, but Prime is a journey that deserves your attention.
Rating: Very Good!
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity
Websites: imperialistus.bandcamp.com/music | imperialistofficial.com | facebook.com/Imperialistofficial
Releases Worldwide: September 5th, 2025
#2025 #35 #AmericanMetalMetal #BlackMetal #Dissection #Immortal #Imperialist #Prime #Review #Reviews #Sep25 #TranscendingObscurity #Vektor
Cryptosis – Celestial Death Review
By Iceberg
When it comes to evolving past its lean, mean beginnings, thrash has had a rough go of it. Modern iterations shoot for a return-to-roots approach, which feels doomed to fall short in the shadow of the genre’s titans or augment the style with increasingly odd bedfellows (I’m looking at you Demoniac). Dutch trio Cryptosis fell firmly in the latter camp with their 2021 debut, Bionic Swarm, and they’ve continued to march away from their Teutonic roots with follow-up Celestial Death. Bionic Swarm passed 4.0ldeneye’s questionably positioned bar for admittance to “Great” status, and being the scholar and gentleman that he is, he was gracious enough to allow little ol’ me to sink my teeth into Cryptosis’ sophomore effort. Sporting a spiffy new Kantor cover and promising a more “cinematic path” and “darker atmosphere,” I’m hoping Celestial Death will give me another reason to believe that thrash is still alive and well.
Thrash was a basis for Bionic Swarm, but here it’s used more as a color on Cryptosis’ palette. The boundary-pushing sounds of Vektor are still present here, but they’re joined by Gothenburg melodeath (“Ascending”) and expansive post-metal instrumentals (“The Silent Call,” “Coda-Wander Into The Light”). Even as they widen their stylistic pool, Cryptosis retain a high level of musicianship and execution. Marco Prij’s drumming is still blisteringly fast, and added creativity in the cymbal-work (“Static Horizon,” “Ascending”) and decidedly non-thrash blasting (“The Silent Call,” “Cryptosphere”) makes it a great listen for the rhythmically inclined. Frank te Riet’s synths are much more present this go-around, and paired with his mellotron work, they achieve a void-wrapped atmosphere worthy of the album’s title. Frontman Laurens Houvert reminds us this album is still rooted in furious thrash, though, and his gruff barks paired with maniacally dancing riffs make Celestial Death an entertaining and, at times, challenging record.
Thrash is known for burning hot and dying fast, but that’s not the case with Celestial Death. Although only 42 minutes, a perfectly adequate runtime, there’s lots of heady material packed into these 11 tracks. Bookended and bisected by instrumentals, there’s an erudite symmetry to Celestial Death’s structure. The front half features 4 experimental non-thrash compositions, while the back half’s 4 are more concerned with kicking ass and taking names. Though I applaud Cryptosis for their willingness to color outside the lines, not everything sticks its landing. Sweeping, half-time sections showcase te Riet’s droning synths but lose precious potential energy (“The Silent Call,” “Motionless Balance”). Tracks in this half are well performed, but the songwriting feels less focused, holding onto riffs and instrumental sections a bit too long (“Static Horizon”). With the exception of proper opener “Faceless Matter” which is a successful composite of Cryptosis’ past and future, the album’s front thoughtfully meanders when it should be gripping throats.
A trio of songs in the album’s B-side reminds us of why Cryptosis deserves to be in the conversation for compelling, modern thrash. Out of the transitory warblings of “Motionless Balance” comes an absolute ripper of a track in “Reign Of Infinite.” Houvert’s opening riff sets fire to his fretboard, and the double-kick battering is a welcome backing for the most headbangable moment on the album. The instrumental in the album’s bridge, including a beautiful rising lead melody in the guitars, gives just enough time away from the sturm und drang to clear the air before plunging earthward again. “In Between Realities” pairs the album’s sole sing-along chorus with choppy rhythms and extended tremolos, and closer “Cryptosphere” makes the case for Symphony X-style thrash. My attention snapped back into place in this section of Celestial Death, ending the album on a high note and earning the place of zoom-out closer “Coda-Wander Into The Light.”
Celestial Death doesn’t give up its astral secrets easily and will rebuff the casual listener. What at first feels like a wall of riffs and washy synths eventually finds definition and reveals a burgeoning voice in extreme metal. Even the instrumentals, which are so often shoehorned into “progressive” pieces, earn their keep after repeated listens. While I don’t share the enthusiasm gene of our dear Holden, I think Cryptosis have a solid addition to their discography here and are on the verge of synthesizing their own take on modern thrash. At times viciously thrash, twistingly prog, or tantalizingly atmospheric, Celestial Death has a little something for everybody and has successfully avoided, at least in this writer’s opinion, the modern thrash trap.
Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: STREAM | Format Reviewed: STREAM
Label: Century Media
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: March 7th, 2025
#2025 #30 #CelestialDeath #CenturyMedia #Cryptosis #DeathMetal #Demoniac #DutchMetal #Mar25 #ProgressiveMetal #Review #Reviews #SpaceMetal #SymphonyX #ThrashMetal #Vektor
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