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I’ve often said that most records worth your while take some time before they settle into your bones. At least the ones that seem to matter do because you kind of have to earn them. You have to let the music sink in and percolate in your system in order for you to truly understand the meaning behind it all and why it should matter to you.

Earning a record, to me, is a way to build a relationship with the music because you took time to get to know what’s going on and, therefore, have deeper ties to it. It means something to you. I have had that same learning experience with every release that Boston’s Morne have put out to date, and have had mostly positive results with them. But, at the same time, even if something from Morne doesn’t resonate with me entirely, I at least know why and can make an informed decision based on all of the time I spent immersed in the band’s world.

Morne’s debut full-length “Untold Wait” was one of those promos that I put on to sample (I do that with every record I am considering reviewing just to get a quick glimpse before jumping in) and immediately was intrigued by the band’s approach to atmospheric doom, crust, and sludge. It didn’t sound like every other band’s stab at it as it had more imagination, more darkness, and though it took me some time to fully get my head around it, it has become a go-to release for me. Their 2011 album “Asylum,” their first for Profound Lore, also kept me at arm’s length my first few visits, but strangely, hard as I tried, I never was able to fully get on board with that record. It’s certainly not bad by any means, but I just couldn’t get with it and engage completely. Even when I listen now, two years later, it sounds fines to me but it just won’t stick.

That leads us to “Shadows,” the band’s third album and one of their darkest, most emotionally spent records to date. It’s dreary, miserable, depressing, and makes me feel like I’ve been standing in the cold, unforgiving rain for hours. As unpleasant as that may sound, however, it’s a positive. The more time I spend with “Shadows,” the more it slips into my consciousness, and as much as I love the band’s debut opus, this arguably is Morne’s strongest outing to date. Yes, it took a while for this record to have an effect—my first few listens, I worried it was going the same direction as “Asylum”—but now that it has taken its hold, I can’t shake its excellency. It’s psychologically damaging in all the right ways, and the band—vocalist/guitarist Milosz Gassan, guitarist Jeff Hayward, bassist Max Furst, and drummer Billy Knockenhauer—have never sounded this vital and this violent, drubbing home their frustration and discontent unmercifully.

“Coming of Winter” gets the record off to an admittedly plodding start, as melodies repeat over and over, Gassan sounds purposely detached like he’s staring off into the distance and pouring out his woes, and the band treads thick water. As Gassan howls, “Seasons change!” it’s almost a warning sign for what’s ahead on the remainder of “Shadows.” “A Distance” really gets thing into gear, with a clean, drizzling, eerie open that’s murky and foggy and hovers overhead for several minutes until it bleeds into funeral doom territory. Finally, about seven minutes in, Gassan lets go with his howls, adding thorns into what’s a slippery, mossy surface, and as the song reaches its conclusion, the muddy water gone clean.

“New Dawn” starts on a stream of deathrock-style guitars that meet up with hoarse growls and atmospheric synth wooshing in the background. The song meanders a bit in the middle, but it’s just setting the stage for the lead guitars to slice through and draw more blood. The music lightens up a bit, not exactly opening an embrace but at least feeling less menacing for a bit. “Shadows” has some glorious, epic doom guitar, reminiscent of early My Dying Bride and Paradise Lost, while Gassan bellows, “Hide from your fear!” The melodies grow wintry and chilly, and the conclusion is both soaring and sorrowful, bursting with dark energy. Closer “Throes,” that runs exactly 10 minutes, is an interesting piece, with the first half built on hefty fields of drone, and then once you feel like you’re getting lost in the fog, funeral doom-style melodies trickle in and cover your prone body, leaving you immersed and feeling like your lungs are filled with frigid water.

Morne’s had a really interesting, morose journey in their time together, and while they certainly have a trademark sound, you still can’t safely predict exactly what they’d do each record. “Shadows” is a cataclysmic effort that happily takes your hand and walks you into a room containing your most vicious demons and gut-wrenching emotions, and you know damn well Morne won’t blink. This is a devastating document, one of the heavier of the year, and it proves Morne are as mighty and bleak as ever.

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

To buy the album, go here: http://www.profoundlorerecords.com/products-page/plr-items/

For more on the label, go here: http://www.profoundlorerecords.com/

Have you ever put on a record for the first time and were astonished by how good the band is and how well they play together? OK, that’s probably a stupid question. We’re all here because we love metal and, as a result, have had tons of experiences with music that blew us away because of just how mighty the band is.

What I mean is, sometimes you encounter a band you don’t know much about or that is new, and while you might have some expectations for how the music might sound, what you walk away with is the impression of just how explosive the band is and how well they do their thing. I had that happen with Unmothered, the new Austin-based trio that just released their debut, self-titled EP on Toxic Assets. Over the course of seven tracks and about 30 minutes, these guys not only got me excited about their noisy, doomy, fiery brand of metal, but they also blew me away by just how well they translated their chaos. They have an explosiveness about them and a way of playing where you anticipate the peaks and valleys, and even though you’re right about the path, you don’t expect just how hard they hit you and how forcefully they drag you. “Hitting on all cylinders” is such a cliché, but that’s exactly what Unmothered do. Again and again.

The band formed when guitarist/vocalist Matt Walker left Lions of Tsavo and formed Unmothered with drummer Daniel Curry. Their union would not last, however, and Walker eventually teamed up with bassist Joe Barnes and drummer Matt Moulis (formerly of The Hidden Hand) to put together this bulldozer of a unit. They got their strange moniker during one of Walker’s friend’s trip to Mexico City, when a cab driver described the area as “desmadre,” or “unmothered” because the people had been left to fend for themselves with no one to help them. Their sound is hard to pin down, as it has parts of doom, thrash, sludge, and noise rock, and put together, the guys stumbled upon magic that they dubbed “haunt rock.” Whatever they call it, it works, and this EP should be one hell of a base for what could be a promising run making metal that caves chests and levels buildings.

The record blows open with “Gravitons,” a doom-laden yet atmospheric song that soars nicely but also weighs, yes, a ton. Walker’s growls sound like they were defaced by razors, while the band hits a killer groove that could have you punching the air or the face of someone who really has it coming. There’s a nice off-centered melody that slips in toward the end, and the whole thing is then sucked into space. “The Awakening” kicks into a strong Southern-style swagger, and that attitude is amplified by a choice Johnny Ringo clip from “Tombstone” and some furious growling. “Solstice” has an unforgivingly heavy opening, with drumming that sounds like it’s trying to break through the floor and sludgy guitars that aim to clog your throat. As the song goes on it just gets better, and eventually they explore their proggier side before they bring the fucking hammer down at the end.

“Dark Energy” opens with a frenetic pace, monstrous growls, and a wave of complete devastation. There are hints of really early Mastodon and current Black Tusk with some of the muddy chugging, and the guys display some exemplary teamwork as the song reaches its conclusion. This is just one of the many examples of how tight this band is and how well that play together. It’s just a blistering cut. “Leviathan” is stabbing and weird, the true oddball of the collection, and it’s so explosive that before you know it, the song’s over and you’re surrounded by rubble. “Spectre” has a fiery opening, with the drums nearing blast beat territory, and the guitars go from smoldering to dreamy, as a post-rock gaze is spread across the song, and the melody even gets a little poppy. It’s a fun cut. Closer “Trancendor” is thrashy and mangling, with some slide guitar there to give the song some added texture, and before the cut ends, the temperature in the furnace is ramped up to high, and a psychedelic wash splashes over everything to give you some relief from your eyebrows burning away. Nice of them.

Unmothered is one of the more promising new bands that have emerged this year, and I’m pretty psyched to hear what these guys do with a full-length assault. This is a tight band that crushes you with precision and has chops to devastate worlds. Go find out about this band right now. They deserve your time, and you’ll be rewarded repeatedly with their metallic fury.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Unmothered/137609829617081?fref=ts

To buy the album, go here: http://toxicassets.bigcartel.com/product/unmothered

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Look, there are a lot of things to hate in life. Let’s just be honest about this. Yeah, I like to laugh and be in splendid moods like the rest of the world, but most of my day is spent hating things because there is just so much by which to be disgusted. Just get in your car and try to drive. If you don’t come home with a migraine, you’re probably one of the people causing the problems.

There’s no better way to contribute to a mental hatefest than to have music that is full of loathing, punishment, and anger that sounds a million times worse than what you’re feeling, and All Pigs Must Die step up to the fucking plate each and every time. Their black-metal-and-doom-splattered hardcore is raucous and takes no prisoners, and there have been times when I finish listening their music wondering if they hate ME. The disdain drips like sludge off a rotting garbage can, and there isn’t a moment on their second full-length “Nothing Violates This Nature” that doesn’t sound 100 percent poisoned, scornful, and resentful. And, really, I’d have it no other way.

“Nothing Violates This Nature” follows the band’s volcanic 2011 debut “God Is War,” one of that year’s most immediate, pissed off records, as well as their self-titled 2010 EP that only hinted at the madness and all-out terror that was ahead. These guys play this shit like it matters to their survival, as each track blisters you and stomps you, and never asks you if you’ve had enough because they don’t care. There is no mercy in this dojo, and the more you take on these 10 tracks of spite and all-out violence, the more you’ll wonder if there is anything that could quell this band’s anger.

In case you’re new to APMD, we’ll go through introductions. Kevin Baker, also of Hope Conspiracy, is the guy barking and shouting at you, and there really isn’t a safe distance to remove yourself from his target. Joining him are Ben Koller (who you know from Converge), as well as Adam Wentworth and Matt Woods of Bloodhorse. Together, they form a hellish militia ready to violate and offend your morals, as well as any sense of good grace you have inside that tries to keep at bay the dark feelings. Let them out. It’s healthier that way, and one day you won’t explode once your little body has had too much.

“Chaos Arise” explodes on impact, so there’s no easing you into this bastard at all. The song is punchy, thrashy, and maniacal, and just as the track hits a grinding pace, it slips into a slow-melt close that feels like a melting face. “Silencer” has no mercy for you, especially with Baker taunting, “See you suffer, watch you die!” It’s fast, aggressive, and short, and it feels like a hurricane of nails blowing through your face. “Primitive Fear” has strong lead guitar work, simmering melodies, and a killer drum groove that gives the song its spastic pace. It’s not as explosive a song, but it’s meaty and pulverizing. “Bloodlines” is caked with noise and menace, then it slips into black metal and doom territory, giving the song a nice bloody texture. “Of Suffering” has a clean opening and a wall of synth, then it hits a weird sludgy pace and is the true oddball of this collection.

From this point, the record really goes for the throat. OK, it’s been doing that the whole time, but this portion really ramps up the chaos. “Holy Plague” is glazed with noise before it launches into hardcore-led savagery and runs into furious screams and shouts. “Again Siege” is a really short burst of madness that’s fast and mean, while “Sacred Nothing” is raw, crushing, and demeaning, especially when Baker howls, “You exist for nothing!” “Faith Eater” opens with a Black Sabbath-inspired dose of bluesy doom before it leaps into a hardcore furnace, and the stabbing craziness and charred vocals give it a nuclear finish. Closer “Articles of Human Weakness” launches into a black metal assault, with chugging, fiery guitars, a violent wave of sound that’ll singe your hair, and a conclusion that drowns in sound.

APMD’s madness is continuing along the same path it’s been on since the band formed, and the fiery trail they’ve been blazing shows no sign of dying out. This is perfect music if you’ve had enough and need some way to blow off steam, blood, anger, what have you. Fuck, watch the news and follow it with “Nothing Violates This Nature” and you might be ready to decimate your car with a chainsaw so you feel better. Shit, I’m going to get my chainsaw.

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

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

For more on the label, go here: http://southernlord.com/

As we noted earlier this week, there are bands that have a way of doing things that probably won’t change any time soon and really should not anyway. That was said about Coffins in our review on Tuesday, and they’ve made a killer career cranking out doomy death that rarely takes contains any creative changes from what they’ve done in the past. And it’s always awesome.

Another band in that same territory is Dallas trio True Widow, a band that’s slowly been moving their way up the ranks since their formation and now find themselves on the mighty Relapse, whose releases have dominated our site this week. Ever since their formation in 2007, the band has perfecting its calculated stonergaze sound that might not exactly be heavy metal (which Decibel recently pointed out in a useless, childishly written review that benefitted no one) but surely have enough crossover appeal that they should be just want someone needs to chill out and let your mind wander. Imagine a burlier Sonic Youth or My Bloody Valentine, and you’d have a pretty good idea of what you’ll get when you tackle True Widow and their excellent third album “Circumambulation.”

Buried in the band’s noise and psychedelic glaze are some sticky melodies and airy vocal work, no matter who is singing, and their creations can be labeled as mood music because you’ll get a great chance to explore some of the darker emotions clogging your soul. It’s perfect for sitting, reaching out, and identifying with your demons. The band has dual heads vocally, as guitarist Dan Phillips and bassist Nicole Estill take turns at the mic, while drummer Timothy “Slim” Starks back them up with the perfect pacing and pockets of groove-heavy beats, acting as a rock-solid backbone. Phillips and Estill generally don’t interact with each other vocally during the songs, as each get to have a share of the spotlight, though they do sometimes appear together finishing each other’s sentences.

If you have followed the band since their 2008 self-titled debut and onto their tremendous Kemado-released “As High as the Highest Heavens and From the Center to the Circumference of the Earth” from 2011, you won’t find yourself lost on this one. As hinted, the band really hasn’t altered its formula much, if at all, over the years, and you’ll get no complaint from me. This band has a great, hazy formula that sets them apart from every other band on Relapse’s label, and while their sound isn’t wholly unique, you still know when you’re hearing True Widow. That’s because their music has a shadowy personality that’s all their own, and all three of these artists inject parts of themselves into the band to give it its character. I unabashedly love this band, and “Circumambulation” only amplifies that adoration.

The record opens with “Creeper,” a song that lives up to its name as it sneaks behind you and, before you know it, it’s right by your side. Like the rest of the record, the Philips-led lurker seems crafted perfectly for those humid summer days when the air is so thick that is steams your windows, and when he levels with you admitting, “I need to make my escape,” you wonder if you shouldn’t do the same. “S:H:S,” one of the band’s handful of weirdly titled songs, is eerie, buzzing, and dreary, and it’s a nice partner if you’re stuck in the rain. “Four Teeth” puts Estill in front of the band, and her breathy, atmospheric vocal melodies drive the song and give it its pumping heart. “Numb Hand” is sleepy, not in a way that denotes dullness, but in a manner that eases and relaxes you, even if you’re entering into thick darkness with no indication of what’s on the other side.

“Trollstigen” is another shining moment for Estill, as she is in steady command of this 7:19-long crawler that’s rich in reverb and rolls over you like a smooth-moving but heavy wave. “I:M:O” (not to be confused with their mammoth track “I.N.O.” from their EP of the same name) has slinky guitar work, hazy buzzing, and warm plodding that makes this instrumental tasty and boozy. “HW:R” is a satisfying slow burner, with Phillips and Estill trading the mic (he’s on verses, she delivers the velvety chorus), and this cut feels like the ease your body slips into right as you’re lured into slumber. Closer “Lungr” has dark guitars chiming out, noisy wails, and Estill’s moody vocals that drop like drapery over the song and easily claim you as its captive. My guess is you won’t be struggling to get out of the band’s clutches.

True Widow are a special band, one that I’ve followed hungrily ever since hearing their music for the first time. It wouldn’t feel right if they tried to make a thrash album or adjusted their sound to make more people comfortable, because that would prevent them from being who they are. “Circumambulation” is another strong step forward for the band, and it can be argued it’s their best one yet. It’s been a steady companion many evenings while trying to decompress from the day, and it’s one that, like all of their other releases, will be a friend I go back to often. Everyone, no matter how rowdy and brutal your record collection may be, needs some time to pull things back and slip unseen into the darkness, and True Widow can be your cover.

For more on the band, go here: http://www.truewidow.com/

To buy the album, go here: http://www.relapse.com/store.html

For more on the label, go here: http://www.relapse.com/

Over the weekend I was spinning the new Ghost album and got to thinking as to why there’s been a backlash against the band. It’s not like they’re in Coke commercials or are doing things that should cause metal fans to lash out against them. They made a catchy record that’s fun to hear, and isn’t that the same things on which artists like Dio and Iron Maiden staked their legend?

I think it boils down to resentment and some sort of silly genre ownership in fans and not on actually taking in the music for the fun that it is. While they sound nothing like Ghost (OK, B.C.) at all, I get the same vibe listening to “Summon the Faithless,” the full-length debut from Portland’s Lord Dying. The guitars are raucous, the metal is heavy, the songs are catchy, and it is metal through and through. To me it’s impossible to hear this record without realizing the fun you’re having following along, and the band’s sludgy, High on Fire-friendly bashing might even make smile those amongst us who haven’t become judgmental pricks who need to be above everything.

Lord Dying have been roaming the earth since 2010, and they’ve offered up a demo and a tour EP before getting things together for what comprises the eight-track, nearly 40-minute “Summon.” The album is perfectly portioned, as you get enough molten riffs and violence to satisfy your primal urges, but they know when to get out and leave you wanting more. That’s a trick more metal bands could stand to learn, as well as labels that think they need to stuff 16 songs into a package for whatever reason. It’s sort of the early Slayer rule. Know when enough’s enough, and Lord Dying have a stranglehold on that idea.

The band’s members have been kicking around in other groups such as Black Elks, Portals (not the shrouded Australians), and Damn Your Eyes before pulling together to form Lord Dying, and these first name-fearing warriors have a tight, rupturing sound made possible by guitarist/vocalist E. Olson, bassist D. Capuano, drummer/vocalist J. Reid, and guitarist C. Evans. The cover of their record reminds me of a weird, psychedelic takeoff on Death’s “Leprosy,” though the music inside is entirely different, pummeling just as hard, but giving you doses of sludge, thrash, and doom that’ll stick to your ribs and leave you nice and full.

“In a Frightful State of Gnawed Dismemberment” roars out of the gate with muddy guitar work, screamy howls, molten heaviness, and shouts of, “You’ll find no peace you can salvage!” That rolls into the title track (eh, sort of … it’s “Summoning,” not “Sumon”) that’s built on high-powered guitar riffs, metallic chugging, and yowling shouts that should wake you up in no time in the event you somehow aren’t yet at full attention. Hey, I don’t know how much sleep you got last night. “Greed Is Your Horse” reminds me of Mastodon’s early days, when they were a burly killing machine, and the charging riffs and angrier vocals feel downright evil at times. “Descend Into External” is proggier when it kicks off and leads its way toward some really creative guitar work, and as the track progresses, the band seems like it’s trying to up the ante.

“Dreams and Mercy” has more chugging guitar work, leaning deeper into thrash territory, and the vocals are aggressively in your face. The middle of the song lets Reid take the spotlight behind the kit as his work gets to move up front and cause some chaos. “Perverse Osmosis” not only is a weirdly title song, it also features some of the most bizarre music on the record, with slurry, vicious guitar work and howled warnings of, “You’re buried alive!” “Water Under a Burning Bridge” is thick and volcanic, spitting smoke and lava, and the pace is calculated and punishing. Closer “What Is Not … Is” boils and swirls, with powerful riffs, crushing drums, and a huge dose of penetrating drone that gives the record a cosmic, intergalactic finish.

Lord Dying are a hell of a lot of fun for the 40 minutes they stick around, and they inject the overcrowded sludge scene with a needed burst of adrenaline. “Summon the Faithless” is a promising start for this band, and as they add miles of travel and more experience, they should only get deadlier. You can take that as a warning or a promise that their best may be yet to come.

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

To buy the album, go here: http://www.relapse.com/store.html

For more on the label, go here: http://www.relapse.com/

Adhering to a proven formula is kind of going to be a theme here this week, so you’ll bear with me as I work my way through bands that have a particular way of going about business and don’t seem all that interested in changing it anytime soon. Is that a good or bad thing? I guess you’re going to have to come back and read. Awwww.

If you’ve gotten into Japanese death-doom merchants Coffins, you pretty much know what to expect each time they put out new music. Shit’s going to be heavy and trudge along, violence will erupt, and you’ll be drubbed to death by these guys who have been making ugly noise since 1996. In that time, they’ve come up with four full-length releases and about a million mini and split efforts, and all the while the formula really hasn’t changed much. But why should it? Coffins obviously love what they do, as do the folks that follow their every gory twist and turn, so why mess with a good thing?

Actually, there has been one big shift going into “The Fleshland,” their fourth album and first for Relapse. Ryo, who used to sit behind the drum kit for the band, now is their lead vocalist. Guitarist Uchino, who used to handle the bulk of the vocals, is still there wailing away as the guitarist, and bassist Koreeda remains, but they felt Ryo would be the best option fronting the band. After multiple visits with “The Fleshland,” I’m hard pressed to argue the point with them because he does such a good job growling and gurgling his way through these nine songs. It’s ugly and bloody, which is just the way a Coffins record should sound. Oh, rounding out the lineup is drummer Satoshi, who’s the new kid in the band. He does a fine job bashing skulls, in case you’re wondering.

After some initial noise wail, weirdness, and feedback, “Here Comes Perdition” hits you like a runaway cement truck right in the chest and blasts you into oblivion. The riffs are rich and creepy, the drums pulverize (that Satoshi is OK!), and the infernal growling runs amok all over the song. The first track alone proves moving Ryo in front of the band on the mic was a great choice. “Hellbringer” pours on the murky, ugly death, but they also keep things catchy enough to move your head. Before it falls off. “The Colossal Hole” (go ahead, get the laughing out of your system) is lurching and flooded with blood-and-guts mashing, taking its damn time doing its damage and bruising your body. The growls from Ryo go along with grimy melodies, searing soloing, and gurgly vocals.

“The Vacant Pale Vessel” is another slow-moving basher, with sweltering guitar work and more razor-sharp soloing in a classic heavy metal vein, while “Rotten Disciples” is punishing and mean, sounding like what it might sound like if Slayer (you know, the classic version of the band) and High on Fire were to go to battle. “Dishuman” is crushing and blistering, with thick, gargantuan growling and impossibly heavy metallic fury. “The Unhallowed Tide” has a similar style as the track that precedes it, as it trucks along looking for any bodies to jam into its wheels, and the grisly, monstrous pace eventually slows to a simmer. Closer “Tormentopia” is a really fun, groove-heavy finale where the band clearly is having a lot of fun making noise trying to get your adrenaline flowing. You could punch along, stomp along, or shout along, but you’ll be spent once it’s over regardless of what you do.

Luckily Coffins know what they do best, and they realize there is no reason to go and change something that already works extremely well. This band’s always done the doom-death thing wickedly, and now they’ll be able to find a larger audience with Relapse’s backing. “The Fleshland” is one hell of a strong Coffins record, and if you like what the band’s done during their whole run, they you certainly won’t be disappointed in the least by this beast.

For more on the band, go here: http://www.coffins.jp/

To buy the album, go here: http://www.relapse.com/store.html

For more on the label, go here: http://www.relapse.com/

If you’ll indulge my horrible obsession with 1980s professional wrestling for a moment, there is an art to putting together a great tag team. Yeah, yeah, it’s all fake and whatnot, but you still have to be able to find two people who can work together, know how to communicate, and be an effective tandem so that they’re fun to watch.

The same can be said for split releases. There are many different purposes for one, whether it’s two like-minded bands working on a singular story, a label wanting to get two of their artists a little more exposure to a wider audience, one band trying to use its name to help another, or just two or more bands wanting to release something together. The best splits, however, combine bands whose work stands next to each other’s effectively without either one of them seeming like they’re in the wrong place. They form a team, even if their music isn’t supposed to be linked otherwise, and experiencing their music becomes an organic affair.

That brings us to the new split from two heavyweights in the atmospheric metal world, that being Vestiges and Panopticon. Just on the surface their union sounded like a logical one, as each project has a sound that works in concert with each other’s, but there are enough differences to separate them. Yet, it wasn’t until hearing this five-track collection (Panopticon contribute three tracks, while Vestiges offer up two helpings of thunder) that I realized just how perfect it was. The album works together so well, and each band’s music flows so logically with the other’s that future collaborations would be totally welcome. This is a really stimulating, crushing collection of songs, and I’ve noticed I’ve been spending a lot of time with this record lately and soaking in everything it has to offer.

Vestiges

Washington, D.C.’s Vestiges get things started on this collection, and the music carries over from a story they’ve been telling since their 2010 debut “The Descent of Man” and into their split with Ghaust, that being mankind’s presence in and destruction of the nature that surrounds it. Never is this theme timelier than it is now, with people trying to claim some of the human-made destruction is a myth and that science is more theory than fact. Vestiges see hope if our actions can be reversed, and even though the band lashes out like they have no hope for the planet, instead they tell of the force of nature reclaiming what’s rightfully hers.

“VII” opens quietly and reflectively, as the song contains chiming guitars and a pocket of noise that sits and simmers but threatens to break. Sure enough, as the song reaches its conclusion, it does burst, with furious, scathing vocals and a bubbling tumult that rolls right into “VIII.” This devastating statement explodes from the moment is starts, with harsh growls, glorious melodies, and an atmospheric approach, letting you breathe in a giant gush of air to replenish your lungs but also knock you for a loop. Eventually the song subsides and trickles, softening the blow ever so temporarily, before it hits its stride again and rages to a finish like the Earth itself punishing us for all the evil that we’ve done over our time here. Both tracks are enthralling pieces, and if you’re new to Vestiges, this makes for an effective, informative introduction to one of metal’s fresh new forces.

For more on Vestiges, go here: http://www.wearevestiges.com/

For more on their label, go here: http://www.replenishrecords.com/

Panopticon

One-man black metal force Panopticon is no stranger to these pages, as we’ve heavily praised releases such as last year’s landmark “Kentucky,” one of the genre’s—hell, music’s– most unique albums of the year, as well as 2011’s excellent “Social Disservices.” Austin Lunn is one of the more thoughtful, creative minds in all of metal, and he’s managed to build a really impressive resume in not all that much time. As one might expect, he continues his heart-crushing musical endeavors here, but without a tried-and-true theme, he lets loose a little more than usual and brings a more sinister energy to the already raw music.

“A Letter” runs a little over nine minutes and is dressed with wild shrieks and screams, some eerily clean guitars behind the murk a la Xasthur, and some truly spirited playing in a way that really isn’t a surprise for someone like Lunn. He always manages to make the most of things and sound like 10 people instead of one guy bringing all of this madness. “Eulogy” is built on a similar-sounding main melody line, but it branches off into dreamy post-rock territory musically. Lunn still howls like a sadist, but the mournful backing gives the song a touch of sadness and pain, which may be implied by the song’s title anyway. Closer “Collapse and Die” is a punishing cover of the Suicide Nation song that is given righteously savage treatment, though it does slip into Americana, calling back to “Kentucky” ever so briefly. It’s a massive song and a killer way to wrap up his selections, and it’s cool to hear Lunn just lighting things on fire.

I hereby name Panopticon and Vestiges the split effort tag team champions of the world. Their shiny gold belts will be in the mail shortly. All joking aside, this is a fantastic musical union and has been an absolute pleasure to hear over and over while preparing to write about it. And trust me, my time with this record won’t be ending any time soon now that my piece on it is published. I’ve long been a supporter of both bands, figured they’d fit together perfectly, and am pleasantly surprised with the results even considering all that. This is a stunning step for both bands, another building block on their way to total domination.

For more on Panopticon, go here: http://thetruepanopticon.bandcamp.com/

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Not to beat a dead horse or anything, but there are bands made for summer listening. I know we went through this last week with the Shroud Eater review, but it’s not my fault that it happens to be summer and there is some choice music coming that goes really well with a raging backyard barbecue and tons of beers.

This isn’t the first time I’ve said that Black Tusk’s music goes down best when you’re hammered, out in the sun too long, and possibly out back not wearing a shirt (the ladies probably are wearing shirts, though … or maybe they aren’t), and it sounds like their music comes right from that same type of setting. Their Southern-drenched sludge metal is catchy and punishing at the same time, and they seem like the perfect band to hear outdoors, whether they’re physically playing it themselves or it’s coming from your iPod. Just everything about them howls sunstroke.

Black Tusk also happen to be relentless road warriors, as they seem to pop up on half a dozen tours each year that pass through my hometown, so clearly they want to earn things the hard way through grit and work. That’s commendable, and their sound is such that it’s best witnessed live when they can plug in and hammer you with their no-frills, punch-filled, swampy metal. The band certainly has enough material to keep things interesting, with three full-length records under their belts, the last one being 2011’s “Set the Dial,” a decent effort but one that wasn’t quite as strong as 2010’s gargantuan “Taste the Sin,” one of my favorite records of 2010. So it’s been two years since we got a full serving from these guys, so it seemed time for some fresh music from the band, and it has popped up in the form of the new stop-gap EP “Tend No Wounds.”

At six tracks and about 20 minutes, “Tend” is a great appetizer for whatever comes next, and the three guys who comprise this band–guitarist/vocalist Andrew Fidler, bassist/vocalist Jonathan Athon, and drummer/vocalist James May–sound hellbent on giving you a good bruising that’ll last all the way until their next full-length is unleashed. In fact, the effort is so direct and crushing that I wonder if Black Tusk wouldn’t be better off putting out more EPs, since they are so good at containing so much fury to a smaller package.

“Tend No Wounds” has a bit of an unexpected start, a buzzing instrumental that teeters ever so closely to black metal freedom, rumbling and barreling its way into “Enemy of Reason.” This track is where the EP sounds like vintage Black Tusk (well, if three years ago can be considered vintage), blowing open with a rousing melody, yowls and growls, and a nasty assault that should get blood pumping live. “The Weak and the Wise” lets the boys show off some of their guitar effects, as they blaze into a riff that sounds like a rocket blowing off exhaust, and their Southern-friend madness sounds rowdy and righteous during this track. “A sight of heaven, a feel of hell!” is howled as the song makes several rounds to come back and beat on you. “Internal/Eternal” is a blast, as the band chugs along a muddy path and grinds your face against the rocks as it goes on. It’s a tasty bit, and even though it has a violent disposition, you’ll still have a lot of fun going along with it. “Truth Untold” kicks off with a crushing splatter of drums, an ominous bassline that snakes along, and charred melodies that feel borne of the sun. “In Days of Woe” is a smashing finisher with a classic metal riff, shouted vocals, and the right amount of skullduggery.

Black Tusk’s new music isn’t terribly different from their other material, which isn’t a bad thing at all. This band has a formula and they have it down pretty good, so there’s no reason to mess with it. They motor you the fuck over and are more than happy to scorch you in your backyard as you take their music in. This EP is a really enjoyable mini-effort that is pretty close in quality to “Taste the Sin” and hopefully is a good indication of the hell they’ll raise have their future.

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

To buy the album, go here: http://www.relapse.com/store.html

For more on the label, go here: http://www.relapse.com/

We often talk of albums being adventures, consisting of several tracks that, while not necessarily all aligned thematically or philosophically, still can take you somewhere and transport you to a different mind-set. When an album’s over, you should feel like you took a trip somewhere or traveled over huge peaks and valleys on the band’s melodies and creations.

Not every band is able to achieve that with a single album. Often there are lulls that take you out of adventure mode and make you wonder if we’re there yet. There can be filler songs here and there that take away from the greater whole and compel you to hit the next button so you can find a morsel more to your liking. But how about bands that take the daring move of creating an album that consists of just one track? They don’t give you the luxury of sifting ahead to see what future chapters hold, because there aren’t any. You’re here, for better or worse, and you either have taken the entire journey or just shoot off and abort the mission.

Metal’s not exactly flooded with great one-track metal albums, though there are a few good ones. Sleep’s “Jerusalem” (or “Dopesmoker,” as it’s better known), is the holy grail of these types of projects, while other bands such as Agalloch, U.S. Christmas, Meshuggah, and Kayo Dot have come up with pretty strong releases that are comprised of just one song. Now another album has entered the conversation, that being Lesbian’s mammoth, weird, savage “Forestelevision,” a vision that really requires you to pay attention and psyche out along with them for maximum enjoyment. But it’s also an album that, while it all exists in one track, has tons of twist, turns, and changes that it could have been broken up into movements if the band so desired. Yet Lesbian stuck with the one-track idea, and the experience is all the better for it. I’ve listened to this thing countless times now, and each time, I notice different things, see different colors, and get to know it in a way I hadn’t before. It’s really an awesome display of creativity.

Lesbian is a four-piece band that hails from Seattle and formerly recorded for labels such as Important and Holy Mountain, before landing with Translation Loss for “Forestelevision.” The band is comprised of bassist/vocalist Dorando Hodous, guitarists Arran McInnis and Daniel La Rochelle, and drummer, Benjamin Thomas-Kennedy, and they’ve been making out-there noises and compositions for nearly a decade now. This record is their most accomplished and ambitious to date, and as you may have figured, their most intense and satisfying to date. It’s their best album by a long shot, and it’s going to take a hell of an effort to top this in the future. Not that Lesbian aren’t totally capable of doing so.

“Forestelevision” opens up with a Sunn 0)))-like drone dirge that rumbles and simmers in place, letting the track take some time before it really starts to rumble. Weird keyboards and gurgly growling erupt, and the track slips into fearsome territory like it’s trying to shake you up early and get inside your head. Funeral doom smoke rises as the band slithers along the path to doom glory, but about 10 minutes into the song, the pace kicks up, melodies start to soar, and a psychedelic wash slides over everything. Guitars slip to a trickle, strings make their presence known, and the song goes into a mesmerizing, Far Eastern-style swell of relaxation and tranquility. But, as you may guess, that serenity is short lived.

Suddenly shrieks and growls blow out of a prog-death-fueled assault that is the most threatening section of the 44-minute song. That storm sticks around for a while, and the dark clouds seem like they’re planning on spending generations above your head. The music keeps trucking along, but eventually it dissipates into a cleaner portion that again hints at prog rock. We keep floating along on that wavelength until about eight minutes remain, when things get a little weird. The song explodes again, but in a way it never has before, with the guys sounding like they’re channeling classic-era Mercyful Fate. The vocals are at a glorious high, the guys thrash away, and the song reaches classic metal glory. The song never dies down again, and the fellows keep the tempo and the fury strong as the song eventually slips away.

It’s not easy to put together a one-song album that’s as exciting and compelling as this one. In fact, because so few bands try it, it’s not easy to pull off, period. But Lesbian do so expertly, making “Forestelevision” one of the year’s most noteworthy releases simply for that reason but also because it’s so damn good. This is an experience you’ll likely want to be part of again and again because it’ll take several sojourns to absorb the whole thing. You can do so with a straight frame of mind, a little iced over, or however you choose, but one way or another, you’re going to have one bizarre, killer time.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lesbian-the-band/218998164805294

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

For more on the label, go here: http://www.translationloss.com/

Violence and tyranny and chaos all are crucial elements of black metal, and without that true fury, the music can sound a little thin and heartless. But another thing that is needed to make truly memorable metal (or any type of music, really) is creativity. It can’t be all skullduggery.

Creativity is the first thing that popped into my head when taking on “Desolate Unknown,” the new album from Infera Bruo, the black metal heathens from Boston (a city I have since forgiven for their team decimating my Penguins in the Eastern Conference Finals) who not only have a firm grip on savagery but who also keep you guessing compositionally. The seven songs on this record are a total blast from start to finish, and from my first visit with the record, I was instantly hooked. It’s an album that could unite those who chew the bones of metal’s underground-dwelling carcass but even those who are into more accessible bands such as Immortal (especially with the guitar work) and Enslaved. Oh, and they inject a good bit of weirdness and prog tendencies, so throw in some Voivod and Gigan.

The band’s name means “hellish noise” in Esperanto, and that certainly is a fitting description for what they do. They rip your insides out with their thunderstorming melodies, skull-mashing drums, and harsh screams, but I keep coming back to what separates them from the rest. The strange noise and static that spits at you, the spacey weirdness in their programming, the glorious clean vocals that hammer home that prog influence. It all works so ridiculously well together and keeps this record interesting the entire running time. There is no down time. There’s no time to yawn and wander. You’re continuously pulled through twists and turns on this record, and it’s a fascinating little journey.

The band’s members all have their share of musical experiences, some of them vastly different than the metal they play here, and they’re a solid, tight unit. Synth player/programmer Germanicus has been involved with art rock (The Girls) and post-rock experimentation (Cul de Sac) over his storied career, while guitarist/vocalist Galen also plays with hardcore maulers Trap Them (a favorite here at Meat Mead Metal); drummer/vocalist Ardroth plays with death metal unit Shadar Logoth and is the sole member of Bothildir; and bassist/vocalist Neutrino plays with folk-minded black metal unit Encrimson’d. That makes for a lot of ideas coming from many places, and that’s to the benefit of this band.

“Visions of the Inner Eye” is your opener, and you should get an idea right away that you’re in for something completely different. There are hints of early Immortal in this track, and the harsh, throaty vocals give no comfort whatsoever. But the static that slips in, as well as the epic clean vocals, are where the band starts to establish itself as something different and more exciting than the rest. That carries over into “Oblivion,” a damaged, weird, harsh song that burns the black metal rulebook altogether. It sounds like space aliens landing in the middle of a nuclear war, and the band sells the hell out of everything going on here. A brief, wooshy “Segue I” leads into the adventurous epic “Ritual Within,” a 13-minute-plus song that opens curiously with acoustic guitar strains before igniting into a doom-fed flurry of black metal at its most thought-provoking. There are times when the song sounds like early Nachtmystium (speaking of another band disinterested in rules), and through its running time it twists and turns into a new beast every few minutes, from full-on assault to draping clean vocals that sound majestic to strange noise transmissions. Great fucking track.

“Dust of Stars” keeps the intensity on high and pummels you with channeled riffs and more validation of that Voivod comparison. Some of the guitar lines are smeary and sci-fi friendly, the drums do a fine job slapping away at your already-bruised head, and through its 9:26 running time it goes grimy and elegant. The vocals are creaky and evil in spots, monstrous and spacious in others, and the overflow of prog black metal is just a wonder to behold. Another segue cut sets the stage for the mammoth closer “Invoking Collapse,” a 10:39-long punisher that opens with buzzing bass and a bendy melody that seems hellbent on hypnotizing. You get your fair share of bruising and body blows on this one, as well as a commitment to keeping you guessing as the band slips in and out of doom, black metal, and prog sections seamlessly, like they didn’t even have to put any effort into it. My mind’s just blown how well they travel each section of their influences so easily here, how they go from brainy to brawny in the course of a few seconds. It’s a stunning closer, and once the record ends, you might be surprised how quickly these 49 minutes expired.

I absolutely love this record, and as much as I liked their 2011 self-titled debut, “Desolate Unknown” just pushes al the right buttons every step of the way. This band is one of the most exciting units out there in any metal sub-genre, and it would be nice if some label got off their collective asses and signed these guys. Their potential is limitless, and this record is hands down way better than a lot of the stuff I get from major indie metal labels. All hail Infera Bruo, one of the mind-fuckingly intense and ambitious bands out there. Go get this record right now.

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

To buy the album, go here: http://inferabruo.bandcamp.com/