It’s easy to think of Norway’s metal and have your mind immediately go to black metal, as that country practically created the modern world of that sub-genre, with the giants still contributing vital content to the scene. But that’s not all the Nordic folk are good for, as proved by their contributions to death metal and plenty of other forms of extreme music, so it would be foolish to fit the land’s metallic punishment into a single box.

Quick evidence of that comes from doom duo Hymn and their destructive first full-length “Perish,” which is being released by the always eclectic Svart Records. The band—guitarist/vocalist Ole Rokseth, drummer Markus Stole—generate enough sound and power to comprise a full band, on these crushing six tracks. Spread over about 50 minutes, the two Hymn members (who also are a part of somewhat like-minded band Tombstones) unleash a devastating assault, one that situated itself mostly in corrosive doom and scraping vocals that sound authoritative and right in your face. Having only been a band about four years now, they have a stranglehold on their sound, one that’s gotten more raucous and defined since their self-titled 2014 EP.

The record starts with “Ritual,” an introductory-style track that bleeds into the picture, locked in cosmic orbit before it bursts and produces “Rise,” a 12:19 crusher that swings with heavy doom riffs and brings howls that sound like if Tom Araya went even darker. The track plods and menaces, slowly doing its damage, but then it unexpectedly speeds up, taking your flesh with it. Alas, it’s only for a spell, as we’re back to muddy punishment, jarring yells, and an assault that ends abruptly. “Serpent” follows, with guitars trudging through the flames and furious vocals adding extra insult. Ominous tones pull a thick shadow over the song, while the vocals kick up intensity, a hellish vortex appears, and everything is sent into volcanic ash.

“Hollow” has thick riffs bleeding, carving away, while crazed howls and burning guitar tones scorch the flesh. The song thrashes and punishes with feral force, while clean singing emerges, making this feel haunting. Sludgy hypnosis comes out of that before everything ends in a charge. “Spectre” is drubbing from the start, with shout singing that gives off a Mantar vibe, and later things getting faster and grindier. Like much of this record, you’re knee deep in sludge, as militaristic drumming slashes away, and the track ends in the mouth of the void. The closing title cut has guitars agitating and the pace of the song smothering. After an initial push, things calm, with gritty strings jarring before things are pushed back into place. Mauling melodies wrap you up in muck, while the pace simmers, noise stretches and stings, and the song drowns out in a whirlpool of chaos.

Hymn’s music is an explosive good time, and “Perish” is a strong, mighty first stop for the band as they work their way up the mountain in doom’s landscape. These six songs can bruise and break bones, and making your way on this muscular journey will leave you exhausted, yet satisfied, when it’s all over. This is a blistering first display from a band that seems to have a world of possibility in front of them.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/HYMN-214614995268230/

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In this day and age, many people abhor violence when it comes to the affairs of one’s country. True, we have advanced and hopefully are beyond those action, but just about every corner of the Earth had their country’s current status set the way it is due to violence, justified or not.

Scottish black metal outfit Cnoc an Tursa do not shy away from their homeland’s bloody past. It’s a huge part of their folk-infused sound, and their amazing second record “The Forty Five” pays homage to the Jacobite Uprising of 1745, led by Charles Edward Stuart (better known as Bonnie Prince Charlie) to take the throne from King George II and return it to the House of Stuart. While the effort ultimately failed, it stands as an example of putting forth a plan and doing what you must for the betterment of one’s homeland. We’re locked in a strange time in the United States right now where people are trying to figure out what’s best for this land and are lining up trying to find a way to defend what’s right. So, “The Forty Five” lands at a perfect time for us as we search for inspiration.

Cnoc an Tursa, which means “hill of the standing stone,” have been around a little over a decade now, but they only have two records to their name. Granted, those have been pretty strong albums, with their debut “The Giants of Auld” landing in 2013, and now “The Forty Five” arriving four years later. There’s an amazing energy to the band. It’s nearly impossible to listen to this record and not have your heart set ablaze. The band—guitarist/vocalist Alan Buchan, guitarist/keyboardist Rene McDonald Hill, bassist Tony Hill, drummer Bryan Hamilton—channels something similar to Amon Amarth, albeit in a different style, as they find ways to make their music approachable and brutal, catchy and crushing. This record is ridiculously fun, even when they’re looking back at a bloody surge that colored their nation’s history.

“Will Ye No Come Back Again” kicks off as an introductory cut, with winds blowing, Scottish-style music in the background, and pianos dripping before launching into “The Yellow Locks of Charlie,” which starts with folkish whistles before the track opens up. The guitars drive like a storm, while a furious tempo and wild howls lead the way. The track has a glorious, epic feel, with pianos bleeding in later, group chants causing your emotions to surge, and the back end of the song dissolving into the heart of battle before it gallops off. “The Standard on the Braes O’Mar” feels like it jolts out of a cannon, with a power metal-style rush leading the way, grim growls bruising, and no shortage of playing that should have your imagination running wild. “Wha Wadna Fecht for Charlie” has epic riffs and a heartfelt pace, with surging melodies, vocals that drip with emotion, and later the charge going cold, letting in some chilling air before blasting off again. The song again captures you, unloading onto your senses, before the thing comes to an end with an eerie, whispery dialog.

“Flora Macdonald,” a hero in the Jacobite Uprising, is lauded with a brief instrumental that contains blurry keys, strings, and a gothic hint. “Sound the Pibroch” has a round of gang shouts before the song shoves off, erupting in total chaos. The growls are furious, while the choruses are rousing, and as the track keeps going, it always finds new ways to reignite the fires. Later, the song heads into a fog, but out of that are more infectious melodies that rise and bleed away. “Fuigheall” crushes everything in front of it, bringing back gothy tendencies, with the song blasting into plinking keys and sheets of synth. Bagpipes pop in, bringing a folk texture, before another explosion sends dirt flying before the track ends in calm choral sections and raucous drums. Closer “The Last of the Stuarts” is serene at first, with acoustic guitars spreading and hand drumming acting like a heartbeat. Of course, that quiet is momentary, as the track tears open, and the band powers forward. Great lead guitar work and compelling playing provide the power, while the vocals rip, and the drums blast you. A repeated recitation of the song title loops over and over, as the music continues to spill thunder, and the track and record get a hearty, explosive end.

Cnoc an Tursa’s music finds a way to chisel into your heart and bones and light up intensity inside of you. “The Forty Five” is a fantastic record, a huge step forward for this band and more proof their music deserves every ounce of your attention. The world is in a strange place right now, and no one knows how things will even out. Having music like this should help galvanize your emotions and keep all us striving for what we think is right.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/cnocantursa/

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Photo by Rafał Kotylak (www.kotylak.pl)

The saying that one wears emotions on his or her sleeves is one that has debatable origins. Some believe it started with Shakespeare, while others attribute it to the Middle Ages, when Emperor Claudius II forbade marriage in order to make better soldiers, and the troops wore the name of the woman with whom he’d couple on his sleeve. Whatever the reason, it’s become synonymous with someone who expresses emotions outwardly.

That can apply to Polish black metal band Mord’A’Stigmata, as their run has been one filled with music that swells your heart and senses and makes you want to bleed along with them. Their new record “Hope,” the band’s fourth, takes that sentiment even further, as each ounce of this thing brims with the creators’ shed blood, which is smeared all over these songs. The band—vocalist/bassist Ion, guitarists Static and Golem XIV, and drummer DQ—has been devastating the metal world since 2004 with their darkness (Static is the only remaining original member from their birth), starting with 2008 debut “Überrealistic.” From there, the band has returned on a fairly regular clip, with “Antimatter” arriving in 2011, and “Ansia” dropping in 2013. In fact, that last full-length tilted the band toward what you hear on “Hope,” as these four songs take what was set there and expand that even further into the murk and land of human devastation. It’s quite the wrenching listen.

The title cut begins the record and trickles in, where it’s met with gruff growls and sudden melody surges. The tempo goes back and forth from aggressive to calm for a while, with clean singing bleeding in, and psychedelic notes blending into the mix and creating new layers of darkness. The pace then begins to trudge, with cold notes spraying down like a freezing drizzle, and strong lead guitars stretch out and display new shades. Noise hangs in the air as spacey keys arrive, and the track has a huge finish. “The Tomb From Fear and Doubt” slowly unravels, taking its time to set up its mood and, along the way, becoming more compelling as the piece builds. The vocals get churning while the heaviness arrives, as the song continues to get massive and spacious. Later, some proggy passages make their way in, changing things up again, and the drums roll as the cut goes into a synth fog. From there, the song gets grittier, as soloing is unleashed and spreads, with the final minutes picking up again and charging out.

“To Keep the Blood” starts with grim riffs and the sound slowly expanding. The bulk of the song is in a crushing mid-tempo, which suits the mood, and as Ion wails, “My son is gone!” the impact of the morbidity hits home. Speak-style warbling adds mystery, while strong playing tightens the muscles of this thing, and more psyche-style splashes mix up the recipe. Finally, the growls chew away at your nerve endings, and the track comes to a steely finish. The closing chapter “In Less Than No Time” has a cataclysmic start, feeling like the stars are falling from the sky, while gothic undertones make things feel damp and misty. The track is flush with cloudy melodies, while the vocals wrench, and the emotion hits another high. Black metal-style riffs bring added toughness, and from there, Ion howls, “My heart turns into a stone!” seemingly hinting at a state of permanence to the darkness. The song continues to gush as it reaches it ending, as the vocals are expressive cries, soloing soars over the clouds, and the track eventually fades away, like a memory slowing losing its vivid outer edges.

Mord’A’Stigmata’s form of expression is heavy and weighs down on you, and if you experience that as a listener, imagine how these guys felt putting the music together. “Hope” is a crushing collection that will weigh you down and expect you to absorb all the pain and feelings that went into it. Doing so might push you to your edge, but it also might make you more capable of absorbing life’s constant miseries.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/mordastigmata

To buy the record, go here: http://www.pagan-records.com/webshop/shoper5/

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Photo by Karlee Barr

A lot of people are feeling hopeless right now, like our very existence structure is coming down on us and weighing down on our chests until we suffocate. Or that’s at least how many Americans feel right now, and since we think we’re the center of the Earth, noting else could be so dire, right? Nonetheless, it’s a challenging time to be alive no matter where you exist, and that pressure doesn’t show any signs of letting up so we can fill our lungs.

Iowa-based doom trio Aseethe’s music contains a lot of those tenets. While they carry many of the trademarks of the sub-genre’s sound, they do so with thick pockets of drone, a heavy sense of funeral woe, and even a decent helping of strangeness that help make them stand out in the pack. The band’s new record “Hopes of Failure” feels like a fitting moniker to drape over these times, and it shows the group—bassist/vocalist Danny Barr, guitarist/vocalist/synth player/noise raiser Brian Barr, drummer Eric Diercks—in even darker terrain than on their monumental 2011 debut “Reverent Burden.” Over the years since that time, the band has released a few EPs, but they really honed in on what they are on the four songs heard here. These are mammoth, unforgiving journeys into madness, complete with clubbing power, vocals that sound like they’re raking at your wounds, and an unmistakable heaviness that feels like all of gravity caving in on you.

The record opens with 11:22 “Sever the Head,” which starts the devastation right away, with savage howls and slowly crawling doom starting the bruising. The growls switch to shrieks, as the pace continues to sludge along before the song goes clean. But that’s only a momentary leave, as the track picks up again in a calculating march, everything begins to churn harder, and the back end hits a burly swagger as the song gives way. “Towers of Dust” is a massive 8:32 instrumental that’s built on a strong foundation of riffs. The song gets heavier and more massive as it collects debris, with the playing sounding muddy and defiant, and a colossal bludgeoning ripping through the surface during the cut’s final minutes as everything blows off into dust.

“Barren Soil” is a generous 9:03 and unloads droning bass, pained growls, and crushing waves of doom. The song gets mean and nasty, grinding your flesh into the concrete, as the vocals sound furious and unhinged as they pelt down misery. From there, noise boils, tortured cries meet blood-curdling gurgles, and the end is gritty and toppling. The closer is the 13:53 epic “Into the Sun” that is burly and animalistic, with weird tones floating into the scene before the hammer is dropped hard. The song feels like a raging fire that, every time it calms, someone agitates it with a heaping serving of fuel. There also is a nice bit of atmosphere present in this track, though that eventually gets consumed by the miserable low end of the track. The song later goes into a chilling section, with strange, detached singing sprawling, before the ugliness returns. The final minutes have the band laying waste to whatever is in front of them with gut-wrenching chaos and blistering riffs that spill the final buckets of blood.

Aseethe’s earth-toppling “Hopes of Failure” is a cataclysmic high spot on doom’s early year, and it’s enough to bring everything down upon you. Mentally, it might already feel like that’s happening (it does to me), so this record can stand as a metallic example of that crumbling. Few bands come as heavy and calculated as Aseethe, and this record will cave in your chest.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/aseethecreation/

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Photo by David Goldman

Every year, sports teams in leagues all over try to cram their teams with choice free agents, going on huge spending sprees designed to ensure championship glory. Instead, the opposite almost always happens. Whether it’s egos clashing or chemistry just not coming together, it seems jamming big personalities and talents into the same pool often leads to a team drowning, not excelling.

That example could have been applied to Crystal Fairy, a new band jamming together some incredibly well-known and noteworthy musicians into one space. Instead, the four members gelling magically, becoming a force that must be heard to be believed. Initially, it was exciting hearing Teri Gender Bender (Le Butcherettes, Bosnian Rainbows), Omar Rodriguez-Lopez (At the Drive In, the Mars Volta, Bosnian Rainbows) and Melvins members Buzz Osbourne and Dale Crover had banded together to form an insane supergroup, but what would the result be? Those are some big personalities locked into this thing, so it would be logical if everything consumed each other. Instead, everyone galvanized each other, and the four here have a synergy and chemistry that cannot be denied on their awesome self-titled debut. Over these 11 tracks, the band unleashes punk, sludge, doom, glam, you name it, with Gender Bender not-so-surprisingly ruling the entire world on vocals. In fact, for as great as her past work is, this might be her most energetic and explosive performance.

“Chiseler” begins the record on a punk-fueled assault, with the guitars trudging and wailing, and Gender Bender howling, “Hide yourself from the sun after you melt!” A strong psychedelic solo bleeds out, and that takes us into “Drugs on a Bus” that has a sneaky lead riff, organs swelling, and doom mud accumulating. The singing swelters over the top, but just as the energy flares, things cool down, the track hits storytelling mode, and the music blasts away. “Necklace of Divorce” has goddamn cock rock riffs, with Gender Bender’s vocals getting deeper and raspier. “I want nothing/You want loving!” she calls, and she gets more aggressive as the song goes, turning into an animal spirit. “Moth Tongue” is twitching and slurring at the start, with Gender Bender tearing out high-register cries that sound like heyday Geddy Lee. The guitars are fluid and a little bluesy, while the back end is heavy as shit. “Crystal Fairy” has jarring riffs, face-melting playing, and more fierce singing, with the attitude spilling out of the seams. “Secret Agent Rat” is a fun one, with sludgy riffs, the playing sneering, and the vocals delivered in Spanish. It’s a killer cut that corrodes in noise.

“Under Trouble” breaks out with spacey zapping and weird, strutting guitar work, giving off a Queens of the Stone Age vibe. This song differentiates itself from the rest of the pack and is the dirtiest, filthiest cut on the record. “Bent Teeth” lets the bass chew the scenery, as the tempo stomps away. More psyche-washed guitars spill into the scene, while the soloing lights everything ablaze, and Gender Bender rules with an iron fist. The final three tracks all tick in under three minutes and give the record a rapid-fire finish. “Posesion” is a cover of a Tales of Terror song (though theirs was spelled “Possession”), and it has delirious guitar work and bizarre, hellish imagery in the lyrics, and it’s an insane amount of fun. “Sweet Self” is dusty and weird, a cut that blasts by with Gender Bender howling, “You’re living a lie!” over and over again. Closer “Vampire X-Mas” has the most metallic approach of any of the songs, with guitars cutting through steel, and Gender Bender delivering a manic chorus where she yells, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Release the bell before the snow retracts!” The track is punchy and ridiculous, putting one hell of a smoking exclamation point on the end of the album.

Yeah, so a team of all stars might not always work in other arenas, but Crystal Fairy prove you can push together major forces and come out with each member contributing positively to the greater good. Whether this record is a one-off effort or if it’s a band with a future, we’ll always have these 11 tracks that knocked us on our asses first time around and has delivered with every visit. This is a record that, if you just need something to light a fire underneath you, it will jolt your blood pressure every damn time.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/crystalfairyband/

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Doom metal is supposed to be ugly and unkind. If it’s not, you’re probably doing it wrong. Anyone who says he or she goes to doom metal to feel happy and alive is a liar, because the very name of the sub-genre tells you what you need to know. Doom shouldn’t be perceived as friendly or kind.

Florida-based Weltesser have that thinking down pat. They come from the land of scummy, brawny death metal (and there is some of that in their DNA), but they instead dwell where the ugliest of doom crawl. The band’s debut record “Crestfallen” is a massive, brooding effort that’s as unfriendly a collection as you’re going to find. The band—vocalist/guitarist Nate Peterson, bassist Ian Hronek, drummer Mike Amador—are veterans of groups such as Rotting Palms, Landbridge, and Sky Burial, and here, they expose a menace and terror that not all doom artists understand. If there is a negative, it’s that the band still could infuse more of their own identity and personality into the music. Not a huge negative at all. I feel like as Weltesser grow and develop, this part of their craft will come around. They have the doom part down, but making it a part of them is their next step.

The record opens with “Regret,” where grimy doom mixes with harsh feedback, and guttural growls join the fray. As the song goes on, the pace is beaten into the ground, as the thing slows to a violent crawl, wild howls erupt, and the track comes to a tortured close. “Guide” has thick bass plodding along, as the blows are delivered in a calculated pace, and vicious growls rip at the skin. Soloing pulls out and stings, and then the tempo changes up just a but before twisting to its finish. “Living to Try” unleashes scorching noise before hitting a Sabbath-style mauling that turns slurry and sludgy. The track clubs away at you, sure to leave bruises, while unhinged growls pound away as the song bleeds out.

“Terminal” rips at your ear drums, as the track spills into a noise rock-style assault, as the blistering tones do optimal damage. Throaty howls and a newfound level of nastiness arrive, kicking up sparks and spiraling out on an echo. “Rats” is smothering and terror-infested, with noisy and nasty torment gnawing away, the bass thickening and flexing its muscles, and the band making you feel the weight of their power. The closing title cut is the longest at 8:05, as the song unfurls slowly, absolutely brutalizing everything in front of it and rumbling forward like a steamroller sans operator. Later, the song goes cold and icy, but out of that comes monstrous growls, penetrating doom filth, and the song ending in a bed of scraping noise that pushes blood to your surface.

Weltesser show a lot of promise on “Crestfallen,” and as the doom world evolves, bands such as this will be counted on to push things forward. This band has the right mentality and psyche to do this right, and as this record goes on, there’s no doubt that Weltesser have the right tools to establish themselves as real contenders. This debut is a really strong start for them, and as they gather levels of filth, they should get scarier as they progress.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/weltesser

To buy the album, go here: http://store.prostheticrecords.com/

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