The saying “jack of all trades, master of none” is meant to imply that its subject, while proficient at many number of tasks, isn’t an expert in any one field because their abilities are stretched too thin. It does make some sense, but doesn’t it also suggest that displaying strong work in a number of areas is a waste if you can’t be a leader in one? Can’t the collection of skills make the person even better as a whole?

I thought about that during one of my many visits with “…And as We Have Seen the Storm, We Have Embraced the Eye,” the wondrous third record from German metallic machine Chapel of Disease. It’s impossible to put a label on the band because, as the intro suggests, they explore all kinds of extreme sounds and blend them all together in their brutal, yet fascinating music. The band has been at it for a decade now, initially arriving with an assault of tried-and-true death metal (their name is a blend of two Morbid Angel songs, after all) on their debut “Summoning Black Gods” before branching out their sound on “The Mysterious Ways of Repetitive Art,” as that was a jumping off point to where we are now. The band mixes death metal, black metal, psychedelics, traditional rock n roll, and so many other elements, creating a sound that has been morphing and likely isn’t close to its final destination. The band—vocalist/guitarist Laurent Teubl, guitarist Cedric Teubl, bassist Christian Krieger, and drummer David Dankert—follows a path not unlike Tribulation, though Chapel of Disease are heavier and deadlier, as they create a sound that might bring in more people than your average death metal record, but it’s still full of fire-breathing intensity.

“Void of Words” opens the record with a glorious riff before the band hits a full gallop, and fiery punishment is unleashed. Classic metal guitar licks charge, while the raw growls open wounds, great soloing smothers, and then atmospheric breezes cool off the scene. The band eases back into traditional metal push, with a long instrumental rush taking the track to a finish. “Oblivious – Obnoxious – Defiant” has riffs reigning, beastly growls, and a simple chorus where Laurent wails, “We are oblivious! Obnoxious! Defiant!” The guitars keep rolling, showing a rock n roll-style edge, while the music later explores its surroundings, as ferocious growls topple, and the song steamrolls. “Song of the Gods” has a cavernous start before the guitars trickle like a steady rain, and the power fully kicks in and gets the blood flowing. Riffs rampage hard over the chorus, as the music thunders, and everything bleeds out.

“Null” runs 9:21, the second-longest song on the record, and it has a riveting start with a storming pace, grinding growls over the rousing verses, and a bloody sense of melody. Some bluesy guitar work swaggers into the picture before the violence rips back into the song, and a sequence of mind-melting playing leaves your mind wandering. Everything heads into a dark vortex where great soloing emerges, melting your senses, as the track comes to a devastating end. “1,000 Different Paths” has a delicate start and turns into a very different type of song. It’s slow, moody, and even goth-like, especially with the deep clean singing. As we go, the guitars light up and burn brightly, once again bringing with it vintage tastes, continuing to sprawl and drizzle to the end. Closer “The Sound of Shallow Grey” is the longest track, running 9:49, and it wastes no time getting going, with vicious growls, a rupturing pace, and great leads, which should come as no surprise. Weird synth blends in and gives the song a cosmic edge, while the guitars keep stretching into new territory. The final minutes provide the final blasts of harsh growls, melodies that keep you off balance, and keys swirling in the air as you drift off into the unknown.

Chapel of Disease are a perfect exhibit toward proving one still can be a master, even if one’s skills are spread out all over the place. “…And as We Have Seen the Storm, We Have Embraced the Eye” is one of the most intense, interesting metal records of the entire year, and the twists and turns that make up this journey will confound and punish you. This is an album that hopefully reaches a ton of new ears because, if it does, Chapel of Disease is bound to be one of those bands that outgrows its boundaries in very short order.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://vanrecords.bandcamp.com/

For more on the label, go here: https://www.van-records.de/

Photo by Mina Wallace

Metal is an art form that bathes in chaos. It’s all around you, impossible to avoid, and bubbling in the music’s DNA. Therefore, there are many bands that can’t make it from the first step to last without upheaval, and that’s part of what makes the machine go. One band that’s been no stranger to shuffling within its ranks is legendary Nordic dreamers In the Woods…

Starting out a black metal band with heavy imagination, In the Woods… initially existed from 1991-2000, releasing three full-lengths before they called it quits. They re-emerged 14 years later, which was a pleasant surprise to many listeners, though their 2016 comeback album “Pure” was quite different from their earlier work and contained a different lineup. It felt like a fresh beginning for the band, yet chaos struck, and the band nearly was torn apart all over again, slamming shut the door on this tale. Instead, longtime drummer Anders Kobro and vocalist/guitarist/keyboard player James Fogarty (who debuted on “Pure”) forged ahead and put together the band’s fifth record “Cease the Day,” an album that stretches even further from their roots and takes them into deeper connections with doom, progressive metal, and death, stretching their new focus over eight songs and more than 53 minutes. It might take a few listens to get familiar with the material, but those visits will pay off, revealing a fascinating record that revels in heaviness, anger, and melancholia as they chronicle that band’s rocky past couple years.

“Empty Streets” feels like a woodsy folk song from the start, with Fogarty ruminating about “life’s embers floating in the breeze” before it opens up in whole. The track feels dark and stormy, while the singing soars, as it does so often on this collection, before the growls come in and tear everything to shreds. The pace shifts back and forth before a calm end where Fogarty urges, “Leave the winter far behind.” “Substance Vortex” churns as guitars roll in waves, and Fogarty calls, “You’re in there somewhere, the shell you’ve become.” The vocals are washed out before savagery arrives, as shrieks and fiery playing leave the ground torched. The track thrashes, while the music disorients, with slide guitar setting a rustic mood, and the vibe feeling like a chilly evening. Out of that, the track blazes again, landing punches and ending in shambles. “Respect My Solitude” trades off acoustic flushes and black metal-style melodies, and once the song gets going, it reminds of Amorphis‘ more emotional work. Organs flush as the storm arrives, with shrieks and growls rumbling, and then we’re back to cleaner waters, where the song releases you into an infectious storm.

“Cloud Seeder” has keys dripping and the singing drizzling, with Fogarty wailing, “I’m waiting for you to arrive!” Bluesy licks kick in as the track begins to trudge, shrieks peel flesh, and the band stomps through the mud. Leads merge, the keys return, and a heavy rainfall gives this a goth-friendly finish. “Still Yearning” (a call back to “Heart of Ages” opener “Yearning in the Seeds of a New Dimension”) is punchy as it breaks open, as Fogarty’s singing hovers over strangely calm waters. It’s not long until gut-wrenching screams emerge, adding grit before the singing reaches upper atmosphere again. “Still yearning!” Fogarty cries, while the song mashes away, and it all ends in a fit of noise. “Strike Up With the Dawn” has guitars echoing and plunging, the vocals swimming below that, and a gust of strings adding more drama. Later on, guitars take over, as strong soloing adds a heavy dose of muscle, and strings and keys intertwine and confound before bleeding out. “Transcending Yesterdays” is meant to sound like a live track. No idea why, as it really doesn’t add to the track. It’s also one of the heavier, more punishing songs on here. The chorus is powerful and should cause your adrenaline to flow, especially when Fogarty howls, “Prepare to fly again!” The song gets heavier and more aggressive as it closes, leaving behind a cloud of dust. The title track closes the record and is a short track that reprises the main melody from “Empty Streets” and acts as a bookend to bring this tumultuous adventure to an end.

Things certainly have not been easy for In the Woods… during their entire run, and once again since their last opus “Pure.” But the new core of the band held things together and turned out “Cease the Day,” a new chapter for the group from a personal and artistic perspective. This is a rewarding, powerful record that restarts the band’s path and has it going down a road on which I wouldn’t mind following them well into the future.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://www.debemur-morti.com/en/12-eshop

For more o the label, go here: https://www.debemur-morti.com/en/

We don’t do a ton of stuff on demo recordings around here, which I’ve mentioned before, and it’s no disrespect intended toward those releases. I sometimes don’t have enough time in a week to get to the records I cover now, so scouring the earth for bands and releases that are operating so heavily in the underground just isn’t something that’s manageable.

Therefore, I rely on friends and social media to find hidden gems, or sometimes labels written about regularly on this site will unearth them for me, like Helter Skelter Productions is doing with their reissue of Kryptamok’s demo “Profaani,” initially regurgitated into the world earlier this year. This project helmed solely by Hex Inferi (Musta Messias, Necromonastery) is raw and unflinching black metal that scars and punishes physically but mostly psychologically. These four tracks are not just heavy and bloody but also haunting and sweltering with fear, injecting you with a sense of otherworldly terror seeping into the music and shaking you violently. There’s really not much more to say than that, as this crushing, bludgeoning music does the talking, so why waste time? Let’s get into it.

“Vala” rips the lid off this thing in no time, with fiery growls, echoes scrambling your brain, and a punishing assault barreling out of control. Synth mixes into the madness, with strong riffing storming out of that, drums blistering, and the vocals bringing corrosion with the track bleeding into weird chants. “Varjoista Kutsuttu” is a fiery flurry at the start, with the vocals crushing, melodies raining down, and the keys smearing colors. The leads burn savagely, giving off a classic metal vibe, as the track stomps angrily, ending in a sooty fury. “Kuoleman Katarsis” has noise carrying over like a poisonous cloud before cavernous hell breaks loose, making for a horror house feel that intends to terrify for real. The music has a ghostly aura, feeling eerie and chilling, with the leads flowing through and different shades than black being applied. The final minutes are moody and mashing, leading you into a disorienting haze that dissolves into the night sky. Closer “Kirous” has the bass unloading and flexing its muscles before the pace destroys and takes on a punk feel due to its speed and melody. The vocals are spat out with disgust, while guitar lines intertwine, pandemonium erupts, and the track blasts to its end.

Kryptamok’s first foray into the world “Profaani” is getting its just due with Helter Skelter’s involvement, and hopefully it smartens up more people than just me as to what this one-man destruction machine is doing so well. This is a blood-curdling, devastating collection that hints at what Inferi might do in the future with a fuller release. If that pays off, and there’s no reason to expect it won’t, that’ll add another barbarian-style band into black metal’s overflowing coffers.

To buy the album, go here: https://bloodharvestrecords.bandcamp.com/album/profaani

For more on the label, go here: http://www.helterskelterproductions.se/

One of my favorite things to do on a wintry Saturday evening is to let the sun drain from the sky, keep the lights off, and enjoy the frosty outdoors while listening to freezing brands of black metal. It’s the perfect way to spend that time, looking out on the ice and snow, appreciating my warmth from the elements, and letting the sounds of whatever band is on tap wash over me.

A great choice for such an experience would be Quebecois black metal band Cantique Lépreux, who are returning with their stunning second album “Paysages Polaires,” which translates to “polar landscapes.” And the music on this seven-track, 45-minute record will make you feel like you’re ensconced in such territory, with the winds whipping, your nose dripping, and the corners of your mouth cracking. It also makes it easy to envision a wind-swept, breath-taking frozen tundra, similar to those in the band’s homeland to which they pay homage. The band—Blanc Feu (vocals, guitars), Matrak (bass), and Cadavre (drums)—add even more substance to a Quebec black metal scene that has barnstormed metal listeners of late, and this record will push you to your emotional boundaries.

“Le feu secret” opens the record with riffs tearing through your senses and the pace reaching full gallop. The growls char as melodic riffs well, bringing the song storming over the horizon. Harsh cries erupt, while the bass buzzes underneath wintry coverage that acts like a storm hanging in place in the air. The pace progresses while clean calls and wails combine, taking the song to its end. “Les étoiles endeuillées” has guitars simmering as the track is slower and more channeled, taking its time to blast you. The growls scrape while the song powers up, with dizzying leads charging before things pull up and a hypnotic glaze takes us out. That takes us into the centerpiece triptych that starts with “Paysages polaires I” that has riveting riffs that fire up, the track heads over the top, and the speed pedal is jammed to the floor. Clobbering growls arrive, while guitars quiver, melodic riffs wrap around the chaos, and majestic savagery crushes and bleeds away.

We move to “Paysages polaires II” that begins with crazed shrieks, storming ahead violently, as bass swelters and the riffs are charged up. Vocals shrieks and shake, while the guitars gush heavily, the low-end rumbles, and the punishment blasts out. “Paysages polaires III” finishes the three-part set with guitars barreling into the darkness, feeling like a scene out of that dark winter night detailed above. The melodies spill into a drubbing assault, while the tempo takes off, the guitars gets fluid, and the final moments give off a frosty ambiance, the ideal ending to this Rene Chopin-written piece. “Hélas…” punches through with harsh growls and a pace that is relentless, with dramatic swings pulling you back and forth and the leads blistering. Some of the guitar work has a classic metal edge, that gives off a wave of nostalgia that brings you to the track’s end. Closer “Le fléau” is the longest song, running 8:14, and it begins with a chilling section that stretches and stings, ripped awake by harsh wails and flushing guitars. The approach is more even tempered, as dark, somber winds causes massive body shivers, and whispers push into another dose of chaos. The leads flood as the song builds to its final stage, while hypnotic playing blends into airy acoustics, and scorching distortion burns itself out in a deep freeze.

Cantique Lépreux’s worship at the altar of total winter is amplified and true on “Paysages Polaires,” a record that is landing at just the right time. The band’s music is made for these times, when the temperatures are soon to be nearing freezing, and your mental and physical limits will be tested. But it’s not all bad. It’s also a great time to stoke fires, enjoy dark beverages, and appreciate the majesty unfurled in front of you.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/Cantique-L%C3%A9preux-1508635429464649

To buy the album, go here: https://store.eisenton.de/en/

For more on the label, go here: https://www.eisenton.de/

So many people living in this world have their hearts, minds, and faiths tied to a god figure. Many people are brought up from birth to believe in a god that has created the world, one that is full of good and love for all mankind and who only has our best interests at heart. If that’s the case, why do we have famine, war, disease, natural disasters? Doesn’t that level of suffering make a god seem rather foul?

There are those who hold true to that thinking—and it makes a lot of sense balancing what we’re taught vs. what’s in our senses when examining all the evil in the world—and that leads some to not only lose faith in god or gods but top hate them outright. Nordic black metal band Misotheist took on the name of people who exercise outright hatred toward the gods, and their first release (at least we think so, as there is just about no information about them out there), a self-titled affair, pays off the fury and rage one could feel toward a higher power. The band is not forthright with identities, past accomplishments or bands, or even their own personal feelings about their feelings toward the gods, so we’re left to wonder. What we do know is this three-track, 33-plus-minute opus swims in chaos and dissonance, weaving you in and out of the flames and creaking caverns that make up the mental space they operate, keeping the journey dangerous but challenging.

Opener “Carriers of Captivity” is the shortest song on the record, and it’s 10:18 long. Noise hovers before the song bursts, and mind-bending playing is launched and brings confusion. Atmosphere arrives, while the song storms heavily, as the growls crush, and then we meander into bizarre territory. Growls swarm while the song disorients, and then the track tears open again, with the pace erupting, guitars spilling blood and charging forward, and the growls rumbling before an elegant sheen is applied, and the track bleeds out in a fury.

“Breast and Soil” runs 11:06, and it starts with an eerie Middle Ages vibe before the track lets loose and crushes bones. The riffs swirls while the vocals punish, bringing a thunderous, sweltering assault, dragging you exposed over crags and crevices, with your skin aching and bleeding. Riffs spit blood before the mood turns somber, spreading its cloud cover before the top is torn off, melodies bubble, and the track blazes to a finish. “Blood of Rats” is the 12-minute closer that’s shadowy and sorrowful at the start, with guitars stinging and the growls feeling raw. Guitars cut into the flesh dramatically, as the growls turn into a hiss, before the track goes hypnotic. Growls slithers, the riffs encircle, and the song becomes fast and numbing, splattering over a several-minute stretch that’s hellish and adventurous. The band then turns on the jets, stampedes forcefully, and drive the track to its burnout finish.

Misotheist make you wonder about their hatred and violent tendencies toward the gods, but the music on their self-titled debut really doesn’t shows its hand explicitly, leaving you to work your way through the darkness. The music is fiery and devastating, but it’s also wondrous in spots and pushes your mind creatively. There’s no way of knowing the band’s true intent, so all we have left is a record of spellbinding black metal in which to immerse ourselves.

To buy the album, go here: https://www.van-records.de/index.php?language=en&cPath=23

For more on the label, go here: https://terraturpossessions.com/

Death is all around us, a fact that is uncomfortably too much to handle sometimes. We see it on the news, we experience it when we lose loved ones, and one day all of us will have of own unsuccessful battle with the reaper. It is a fabric of our existence, even though it’s the thing that is going to be the unquestioned end of our cycle on Earth.

Finnish death crushers Corpsessed apparently have spent the past several years with that thought in mind, as it is the creative driver behind their long-awaited second record “Impetus of Death.” We hadn’t heard from the band in four years since their full-length debut “Abysmal Thresholds,” itself a relentless slab of death violence, and in that time, they’ve managed to become a more devastating, unflinching group of musicians that only have the worst of intentions as far as your psyche is concerned. On this new eight-track behemoth of an album, the band brings a hellacious beating that ravages your senses over a healthy 45:52. The band—Niko Matilainen (vocals), Matti Mäkelä (guitars, vocals), Jyri Lustig (guitars), Tuomas Kulmala (bass), and Jussi-Pekka Manner (drums)—approach the subject of death on two fronts: the idea that it is feared and the end of all, but also positively in that it gives your life meaning and you should push to accomplish what you must, because time is not infinite.

The title track kicks off this beast, as strange noises are afoot before guitars carve their paths, and the song gets into burly, muddy death. Matilainen’s growls rumble, while the pace gets ugly and torturous, with the soloing burning away at the surface and leaving toxic fumes. “Sortilege” also trudges in the muck, with a grinding fury gnawing away, growls sounding like they’re choking on oil, and the guitars bringing light to an otherwise dank territory. The riffs power, the growls lacerate, and it all comes to a smashing end. “Endless Planes of Dust” totally erupts, destroying and blinding, shaking the ground beneath you. The chaotic fury hits a doomy patch, while the leads glimmer, the growls gurgle, and the band puts on its submission finisher from which you can’t escape. “Graveborne” makes traveling impossible again, as the tires spin, and there’s no catching any footing. The drums unload, while the band serves up a bleeding, splattering assault, blistering and refusing to let up until the track comes to a guttural end.

“Paroxysmal” has gross growls, warped guitars going unhinged, and terror bells ringing out, bringing with them a funereal essence. Riffs encircle while the pace picks up, as the guitars gash the skin, and heavy growls punish right to the bitter end. “Forlorn Burial,” which is a great song name, burns slowly, while the guitars simmer and the growls mar. The pace isn’t as fast, but it’s just as heavy as anything else on here, smashing forward, bringing dizzying guitars, and unleashing hell before it sprawls away. “Begetter of Doom” sits in a sound scape at first before the track gets thrashy, and the band brings annihilation. Growls and shrieks mix to form a deadly tandem, while the playing does deep psychological scarring, and the track boils away in a cauldron of noise. Closer “Starless Event Horizon” is the longest track, stretching over 10:25, and it starts with eerie noises and the guitars bringing hypnosis. Everything is torn apart, crushing and sharing pain, as the guitars sound outright evil at points. Slurry riffs take us into doom, while the song stretches out into the unknown, dropping vicious riffs and corrosive growls that drag the sound to its punishing conclusion.

Death never is a comfortable subject, even amid all of the horrific metal we cover, because it can be utterly terrifying. Where Corpsessed divert the path on “Impetus of Death” is that it’s also a reminder not to fuck around and put off what you can get done, because what if you get your head taken off by a helicopter propeller tomorrow? Yes, this record is heavy and scary, but it comes with that extra motivation to get off your ass before it’s too late for you.

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

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

For more on the label, go here: https://www.darkdescentrecords.com/

It’s been no secret to me that sometimes black metal plays tricks with my mind. Very often, the right type of music can make me feel like I’m seeing wintry forests and thick sheets of ice, even in the hottest point in the summer. It really never cools me off physically, but it can convince my mind into thinking the chill is welling up right outside my door.

That doesn’t totally play into the idea on an optical illusion, now that I think about it, but it’s my segue into “Synviljor,” the fourth full-length record from Swedish black force Stilla. The title of the record roughly translates into optical illusion, hence where I was trying to go with this, and it definitely will transport you to the land of ice and snow, a place on which we are on the cusp here in the Eastern United States. Spread out over seven dramatic tracks, the band drops you right into the center of a show-splattered forest, as you can see your breath in the air and hear the crusty ground crack beneath your boots. The band—A. Petterson (vocals), guitarist/keyboard player/vocalist P. Stille, bassist A. Vidhall, drummer J. Marklund, three quarters of which also play in Bergraven—spellbind and destroy, weaving in calming, atmospheric stretches into their creaky, sooty black metal.

“Frälsefrosten” begins the record with a warm stream of keys washing over before the track ignites. Black metal majesty reigns, while Petterson’s furious growls rampage, and the track revels in its heaviness. The guitars jar the song in a different direction, while the growls maintain the nastiness, though they’re countered by clean singing. Riffs then stomp and the song ends grasping both dark and light. “Skogsbrand” storms hard as the melodies rage into the murk, where they bask in shadows. Out of that, the pace outright bludgeons, retreating into dark corners from time to time, stampeding hard toward its end. “En närvaro av då” has guitars churning and a wintry feel creeping in, bringing drafts. The music freezes over, but it’s melted by the charring growls and destroyed by the drums mauling. Sounds hang in the air before the tempo goes into the mud, with the growls killing, and the band smothering your senses. Synth and guitars blend to form a fog before the band returns to violent trampling, as wild calls erupt and the track bleeds away.

“Den kusligaste av gäster” delivers whirring keys that mesmerize before the hammers drop. Guitars mangle, while the synth strikes, and the vocals step down on your throat without mercy. The pace is merciless as they bring dramatic damage, a barnstorming assault, and total annihilation right up to the end. “Myr” begins with crazed yells before they start on their destructive path that leads to an infernal approach before the ice droplets begin to make everything slick. Strange speaking warbles over top, while the riffs divebomb, mixing nicely with the wintry synth that sends chills. The pace blasts away, the synth continues to enhance the ambiance, and feedback builds and chokes away everything. “Över blodiga vidder” is the closer on all formats but the CD, and it also pays off with coldness that gets underneath all layers, with creaking speaking working into your psyche. The track then bursts, detonating everything in its path, with the raw growls spreading pain. The guitars speed up, the drums echo, and warped howls add to the delirium of the attack. “Ut ur tid och rum” is the closer on the CD version, getting off to a proggy start before the track begins crushing. There’s a rock n roll feel underneath all the carnage, with the riffs slicing, the vocals scraping flesh, and the playing leaving bruising. At this point, the gas pedal has been rammed through the floor, the track rambles recklessly, and everything ends in a heap of smoke and fire.

Majestic and destructive, Stilla create another freezing portrait on the crushing and enthralling “Synviljor.” Ever since the band’s debut in 2011, Stilla have been making black metal that, if you immerse yourself deeply, jettisons you to a completely different place. This record is landing at the perfect time, as the darkness falls and snow and ice are about to be outside our windows as we return to our own, unforgiving winter wonderland.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://nordvis.com/en/stilla-a-17

For more on the label, go here: https://www.nordvis.com/en/

Photo by Veleda Thorsson

What would it be like to be the final living person on Earth, all alone, with no one to reach out to for comfort, help, affection, etc.? One on side, it could be an amazing experience having the expanse of the globe in which to operate with no one to bother you, oppress you, harass you. At the same time, it would be an existence on loneliness, with you never having a chance to see and feel another person.

Vouna is the project of Yianna Bekris, who also has made her impact on other bands including Vradiazei, Eigenlicht, and Sadhaka and is delivering her self-titled debut album on Artemesia Records, the label run by members of Wolves in the Throne Room. That creative union makes a lot of sense, as Bekris’ music basks in the Pacific Northwest waters, though in a completely different way. There definitely are strains of black metal infused in the music, as well as funeral doom, shoegaze, and even 4AD-style murk rock, making for an atmospheric, dreamy ambiance that gets inside your bloodstream. On top of the storming melodies and chaos comes Bekris’ astonishing, emotion-rich singing that grabs your attention and refuses to let go on this artistic vision of someone becoming the world’s final living being. Over the course of these five songs, Bekris (while she handles all instrumentation and singing on the record, the full version of the band contains Lord Hoelzel on drums, Autumn Kassel on synth, Caitlin Fate on lead guitar, and Marrow handling bass and backing vocals) creates a document that’s a noteworthy new addition to extreme music, one that should be fascinating to follow into the future.

“A Place to Rest” opens the record with Bekris singing a capella, “Rain on the ground,” as the song slowly comes to life as guitars charge, her singing soars, and a swarm of sound develops a foundation. Synth glaze is heavy, mixing with acoustics before fading out. “Cattle” starts dramatically as keys whir and guitars take off, leading to plucked strings adding more texture and a flood of synth hailing. The track is woodsy and emotional, calming for a stretch before fog wafts over, keys rise to the surface, and the track surrounds you like a swarm, leaving you with eternal buzz. “Last Dream” emerges from the unconscious state, as the vocals float ghostlike, with rustic acoustics and impassioned singing merging to form a greater whole. That leads into a mist of sounds, as guitars drip and stretch, pushing to its final destination.

“Drowning City” is the second-longest track, clocking in at 7:06, with guitars chiming, Bekris’ voice echoing, and the track feeling like a folkish journey to take in your mind. Just then, the pace is shredded, as the song and all of its elements flood the scene, Bekris’ singing compels your heart to swell, and soft flutes breeze into the background like a draft in a dark room. Organs arrive and twist up in acoustics, with the singing rumbling in chests, keys raining down relentlessly, and a doomy and gothy final moments bringing shadows. Closer “You Took Me” runs 8:26 and is a highlight, the classic best-for-last trick, as the song bathes in mesmerizing keys and layers of ice before the guitars cut in. Bekris’ singing goes to new heights, even feeling a little bluesy during the verses, while the music gushes pain, and spacey synth frosts everything over. Dark synth pumps away, almost like a funeral march, while the track pounds in calculated fashion before disappearing mysteriously into mid-air.

Likely none of us ever will have to experiencer utter solitude like we can imagine on Vouna’s stunning debut record, but this gives a look into that fantastical scene, where there’s no one left but you. The music on this record, and Bekris’ immense talent, make this a really noteworthy release, one that could be the start of a really special project. This is art that combines savagery and beauty in a way few others have dared, and it’s utterly breathtaking to behold.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://www.artemisia-store.com/

For more on the label, go here: https://artemisiarecords.com/

For anyone who’s ever read a handful of stories on this site, you’ve likely figured out that we like music that makes us want to go into the forest immediately and take in the environment. A few weekends ago, a bunch of us went into the Monongahela National Forest (no Duck Newton sighting, sadly) for a weekend to be amid the trees and waterfalls in order to unwind from the things that haunt us every day. The only mistake was having no fitting music in my ears.

A band that definitely would have made for an ideal soundtrack is Arête, a group made up of members of other noted artists such as Twilight Fauna, Slaves BC, Deafest, and Evergreen Refuge—Paul Ravenwood (guitars, vocals, flute, percussion), Dylan Rupe (guitar, bass, percussion, vocals), Chase (guitar, piano, vocals), and Josh Thieler (drums). Their style of black metal instantly conjures feelings and thoughts of the outdoors, especially around now when the trees look utterly amazing. Weird to say in November, but hey, nothing to worry about environmentally! Anyway, crunching over sticks and leaves, working your way through the damp forest, these six cuts arrive is an ideal time, just when temperatures are going to begin to dip in much of the United States, when black metal sounds its very best. This is a rich, rewarding experience, a record that’ll be in rotation here regularly for the next several months as we await the ice and snow.

“Breathe the Pond” starts, fittingly, with water trickling, setting serenity, while whistles call in the distance, and a synth bed arrives. The drums then awaken, while the growls erupt almost in whisper-like fashion, sneaking beneath the chaos. Sorrowful melodies lap before the song erupts, with a gazey sheen glowing before calm returns, bringing with it acoustic guitars and a plucked banjo, bringing a last gasp of rustic air before a burst that flows to the finish. “A Plague From the Green Tongue” has guitars bursting and growls heating up, as a scathing path is blazed, with the track toggling between power and woodsy serenity. Of course, the calm times never last long, as the beast tears through the other side, going off and crushing what’s in front of it, eventually melting into the icy streams deep in the forest. Out of that emerges a doomy riff, as the band lets loose a final gust of thrashing, with infernal growls leading them off into the night. “Hymnal” is a quick acoustic cut that is led by acoustic picking and atmospheric energy that cools the air in front of you.

“Edifice” has icy keys dropping before growls slither and the track comes to full life. The fiery passages still find their way into frigid zones, with the track finally reaching the shore from the land, as guitar waves lap over top. Then the power returns, as riffs catapult and swirl in the air, letting off gasps of glory before dissolving into acoustics and coming to rest amid elegant folk tones and warbled speaking. “You Hear Me” is delicate at the start, building its way toward the metallic eruption, as growls hiss and the pace storms. Riffs slice though as the fires build, heading into head-swimming ambiance before the guitars rekindle their fury. The leads sting, while a huge deluge of emotion knocks you over, devastating and quaking the earth before we’re back into the bubbling stream, washing out into the heart of the woods. “Of Endings” is an instrumental closer that is immersed in murk and steely acoustics, with a lonely whistle calling, and winter seemingly waking from its slumber.

Records and bands that conjure certain feelings about seasons always are welcome around here, and whether or not they intended to do this, Arête nail the late autumn/early winter vibe on “Hymnals.” It has that chilled, forestal air that shocks your face when first walking outdoors and also fills your lungs with a sensation that locks your chest but doesn’t freeze it in place. Now that the nights arrive sooner and the sun consistently changes late afternoon skies into burnt oranges and purples, this record should be an excellent companion for paying tribute to those parts of nature no one can ever kill.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://www.fearandthevoid.com/shop

For more on the label, go here: https://thefearandthevoidrecordings.bandcamp.com/

It’s been a really nice autumn here this week on the East Coast, where an entire season is pretty much boiled down to one week. The trees just turned colors a few days ago, and now the leaves are dying and falling to the ground. Eh, it could be worse. Hey, October was a killer month for metal, and after I thought September couldn’t have been more insane, October delivered a killer slew of new releases that remain in heavy rotation. And again, there was so much diversity, from filthy death meta,l to doom, to atmospheric and more traditional black metal, to a true one-man band, to a band that pulled back their extreme sound and delved deeper into their home country’s roots. All good stuff below, so listen and weep that autumn is already over.