Texas death metal drivers Vex unearth torment of drought on mind-bending new ‘Sky Exile’

VexThere aren’t a ton of concept records about the weather in the metal world. I guess we can argue Immortal’s discography roughly could be argued as counting since all of them focus on a fantasy ice world. But for the most part, this is an area that doesn’t get a lot of attention conceptually over an entire album.

That didn’t deter Texas-based death metal band Vex, whose new record “Sky Exile” takes on the heat and scorched earth that was a very real thing people experienced just a few years ago. Based on the 2011 Texas drought, the 11 tracks on this record are imagined as journal entries from the people of West Texas who endured that time period. It was a way for the band to further humanize the situation by imagining what those inhabitants went through during the heat and tragically small rainfall that year. The band’s travels through those areas, and the skeletons of abandon houses, led them to create this music, looking back on one of the driest, most destructive stretches in Texas history.

Vex coverWhile Vex are termed as melodic death metal, don’t go thinking the bulk of the indie metal label’s rosters. It’s nothing like that at all. It’s pure death infused with melody, as well as prog and folk. Having formed in 1998, the band has two other full-lengths to their credit—2010 debut “Thanatopsis” and 2013’s “Memorious.” Their dexterity and commitment to infusing passion into their music adds great depth to their work and doesn’t just soak you in brutality. What the band—vocalist Joe Jackson, guitarists Michael Day and Ciaran McCloskey, bassist Joel Miller, and drummer Eoghan McCloskey—accomplishes on this record is take an event such as the one from 2011, and give it treatment that’s equal parts heaviness and texture, fury and compassion.

“Dry River Days” is a brief opener that allows the door to creak, with swirling sounds and drums, and that leads into “To Anacreon (Strangling the Muse)” that tears apart. The pace chugs and the growls pierce, with strong riffs wailing and cool progginess slipping in. Clean singing then settles in, and the track heads toward “Empyrean,” another shorter track that acts as an interlude, blowing into “Antithetic Age.” There, the riffs hit hard as death throes arrive, with melody rushing in, and added progressive sounds showing fresh colors. The vocals switch back and forth between guttural growls and airy singing, as the bass work pops, and the track hits a new level of ferocity before it heads out and toward “Nowhere Near.”  There, the music has a bit of a Southern vibe, with slide guitars adding mood, and savage growls pounding away. Later on, the guitars stretch out and explore the sky, with the bulk of the song settling into psychedelic corners. Reflective playing then dissolves into static.

“The Cygnus Light” is a really interesting one and has a spacious start, churning and turning from there, with the grim growls telling the dark story. The song has its tricky moments, with some of the playing shaking your head around and rustic acoustics unleashing dust. Odd ambiance arrives, with a spoken passage sprawling, and a moody finish. “Solar Sacrament” unleashes the breezes again before hitting a crunchy path. Fiery vocals are unleashed, with the song getting heavier and meaner, and the final minutes jerking your neck all over. “Dark Skies Painted” begins with dark clouds settling overhead before the track bursts open with fluid playing that sometimes nears black metal realms and often is unforgivingly heavy. Toward the track’s end, the melodies well up high, as the song fades into sparks. “30 Miles From Here” starts flowing, with guitars dripping, and an explosive eruption taking hold. The bulk of this is slow driving, but ultimately heavy, with creaking growls piercing flesh, and a finish that sits in hypnosis. “August 11” has trudging power, as growls crawl over cleaner guitars before the seams are torn apart. There are parts that rip everything apart before acoustics mix in, and the track disappears into a trickle of water. “Astral Burial” is the interlude finale, a sense of relief as waters rush, footsteps crunch the ground, and fires crackle amid drumming and noise rumbling away.

While a drought might seem like dry subject matter on the surface, the humanity and passion the band puts into “Sky Exile” never even makes that thought cross your mind. The band has a creativity and style that sets them apart from a lot of the death metal world, and Vex’s multi-faceted approach always keeps their music interesting and engaging. This album is a bit of a grower, granted, but after a few visits with this record, it’ll soon start etching its way inside of you.

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

To buy the album, go here: http://eihwazrecordings.com/distro/

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Blut Aus Nord, Ævangelist join warped forces, bloody waters on split ‘Codex Obscura Nomina’

Blut Aevangelst coverThere are some unions that, where you hear of them, you nod and confirm that said bond makes total and complete sense. So when my inbox was infiltrated by a new split release pitting Blut Aus Nord with Ævangelist, it didn’t really shock me. That’s a release that’s just too much logical.

For Blut Aus Nord, we’ve long been enchanted by their strange form of black metal, one that has twisted and turned over the years, taken on surprising new elements, and really hasn’t bowed to anyone’s wishes. The band, led by the unstoppable Vidsval (guitars, vocals) and rounded out by keyboardist/electronics wizard W.D. Feld, bassist GhOst, and drummer Thorns, has whipped out 11 full-lengths since their formation in 1994, their most recent being 2014’s excellent “Memoria Vetusta III: Saturnian Poetry.” Their four tracks on this split release “Codex Obscura Nomina” shift even further away from pure black metal and into industrial, trip-hop elements that have been woven through their work over the years. Their cuts here are strange, nightmarish, and intoxicating, a definite foray away from the band’s center (which, granted, is way different than most). That makes these songs really exciting and something that might indicate even more experimentation in the future.

“Evanescent Hallucinations” begins with strange industrial sounds before opening up in the mouth of a storm. Thick keys make the song sound like a dark carnival, with really weird, nightmarish melodies laced into the track. Buried growls rumble, with the back end of the track bubbling up as a monstrous sprawl. “Resonnance(s)” makes it feel like the room is spinning, with slurry, odd, dreamlike imagery taking hold. The growls dissolve, while chants rise up, a clean, deranged wails explode behind the din, and everything fades into a sound cloud. “The Parallel Echoes” has static beats and off-kilter playing, with gurgly growls sounding like a demonic strangulation, before they hit a humid simmer. Mesmerizing guitars float, as the weird riffs levitate in mid-air, and the sound reverberates inside your chest. “Infra-Voices Ensemble” is their final deed, bleeding in from the darkness and heading into aggressive programmed beats. Harsh growls slice their way in, as the tempo reaches its dark arms across you and embraces with force. The track punches and pelts, with the beats maintaining their intensity and then subsiding in a cloud of noise. Really interesting stuff from one of the world’s most inventive bands.

As for Ævangelist, they, too, walk their own path, which is fucked up with tons of dissonance and jarring noise that go against every fiber of metal’s grain. They have been quite prolific as of late, with three full-length efforts that past three years (last year’s “Enthrall to the Void of Bliss” is their most recent and first for 20 Buck Spin), as well as a couple of EPs. On this split, the band—Matron Thorn (guitars, vocals, bass, noise) and Ascaris (vocals, saxophone, cello)—commit their longest song to date, a 21:33 opus that takes up their entire side of the effort, and one awash in great terror. As usual, their music isn’t easy to approach, especially if you’re not familiar with their style. But if you participate fully and let the music wash over you, it’s easy to fall prey to their punishing hypnosis, which could leave you lost, disoriented, and oddly speaking in strange tongues.

“Threshold of the Miraculous” has a numbing start, with drums and beats rattling, then growls beginning to make their way across. Weird melodies swirl into a sound vortex, and then things really get started, with gurgles bubbling up, menacing messages being delivered, and then a stretch of uneasy quiet. That’s torn apart by slicing riffs that sound almost conventional (at least in an Ævangelist world), before the first stretch of speaking arrives, switching back and forth between tongues, and sounding like a sermon for the end of days. That melts into death and an array of dizzying sounds, with the monologue returning and then dissolving into a stretch of lurching growls and a melody burst that spins out of control. “Bow down and pray!” is bellowed over and over, way more a threat than an invitation, while the last few minutes bend into feral ugliness and go out in death fumes. This is one of Ævangelist’s more daring pieces yet, one that holds its own quite well with their split mates.

As much as I enjoy split releases that feature bands coming at things from completely different angles, it’s also great to hear one where both groups are operating within the same sphere, albeit with different agendas. Blut Aus Nord and Ævangelist are two of metal’s most daring and interesting bands, and you never can guess with total certainly where either will gravitate next. To have both locked into the same creative space is an enthralling thing, one that will reprogram your brain and how you process art.

For more on Blut Aus Nord, go here: https://www.facebook.com/blutausnord.official

For more on Ævangelist, go here: https://www.facebook.com/aevangelist .official

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

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

Terra Tenebrosa force you to face the strange as their black metal damages on ‘The Reverses’

Terra TenebrosaAnd now for a dose of head-scratching weirdness. When it comes to said strangeness, we don’t get a whole lot of that anymore in metal’s realms. Things are often too serious and to the vest that some outright wackiness and lopsided terror doesn’t get as much time as it should. But if it’s weirdness you crave, there is an abundance of it for you today. In fact, this week.

Terra Tenebrosa, the mysterious, masked trio, have confounding goods for you in great numbers on their new and third full-length “The Reverses.” Over their run, nothing has been normal or by the numbers for them, and that’s what’s made the band pretty refreshing. Can they be an at-arms-length type of band? Sure. Their wares aren’t bound to be for everyone’s tastes. But their twisted, industrial-tinged black metal is unforgivingly heavy, unabashedly strange, and packed with their own brand of intensity. In fact, if you want another example of how this band follows its own calling and no one else’s, their bio is a poem. It’s all about the plight of the Cuckoo, the formation of the band, and all of the dark and horrifying things that have inspired this apocalyptic vision. It’s not easy to understand, honestly, but that only makes sense. The band had some notable helping hands on this record, by the way, with Jonas A. Holmberg (This Gift Is a Curse), Alex Stjernfeldt (The Moth Gatherer), MkM (Antaeus, Aosoth), and Vindsval (Blut Aus Nord) lending their gifts.

Terra Tenebrosa coverWe just mentioned the Cuckoo, and that’s the name of our vocalist, who plays dark host and storyteller, almost as if cloaked, with a snifter of poison and a pipe for smoking. He is joined by Hibernal and Hisperdal (all three were members of post-hardcore band Breach), and together these Swedes go about telling odd, damaged tales amid their storms of numbing, nightmare-inducing music. Terra Tenebrosa got their start in 2009, issuing their first record “The Tunnels” in 2011 and following that in 2013 with “The Purging,” an album that’s on my phone as a go-to for when I’m driving and need something to keep my mind stimulated so I don’t doze off behind the wheel. Works every time.

The record opens with “Makoria,” a ghostly introductory instrumental imbedded in odd noises and warbled growling, and then it’s into “Ghost at the End of the Rope,” a title that should send chills. The song is crunchy and off-kilter, with Gollum-style creaks and growls amid the insanity, and long stretches of dissonance disorienting. The song gets scary and smothering, blasting into eeriness and going out on a haunted note. Then it bleeds toward “The End Is Mine to Ride” that opens with a blistering, yet melodic riff. Parts of this actually are damn catchy, with the vocals slithering on, and the track taking on a horror film score sense. Things later take on a psychedelic edge, with the vocals floating in the ether, and the track trailing off into the dark. “Marmorisation” has dark guitars and sounds wafting, with a burning tempo and alien-like vocals. Later the growls turn to morbid speaking, as the music gets more mind numbing, almost like you’re listening in to someone else’s nightmare as they writhe in pain.

“Where Shadows Have Teeth” is delirious right away, with crazed speaking, hypnotic terror swirling about, and disarming heaviness that just drubs you. The pace feels like a storm hanging overhead, with mechanical growls, the tempo continually twisting and grinding, and damaged strings and blunt grunts adding more bruising. “Exuvia” has a slurring melody stretching out, while scratchy speaking tells the track’s story. This song is like if the bogeyman made a record and slipped it into your room at night, forcing you to listen in the dark. The melodies loop and continually frighten, while the final moments dissolve into a cloud of noise. Closer “Fire Dances” is the longest track by far at 16:55, and it takes its time digging in its claws and drawing your blood. Once it erupts, there are pastoral-style chants, whispery growls, and strong riffs that keep building the piece and getting heavier. Noise swirls about, leaving your head spinning, and that all passes through a pit of industrial sludge. On the other side, riffs pile up, the pace grinds away, and the track ends in guttural cries and spooky organs.

As noted, Terra Tenebrosa isn’t going to do it for everyone. They’re not easy to digest, and their work on “The Reverses” could be a cause for elevated anxiety in some. But for those seeking a nightmare in which to get lost, this record could soothe what ails and help you connect with your own weirdness.

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

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

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

PICK OF THE WEEK: Ashbringer pour emotion, fiery tumult into amazing second record ‘Yūgen’

DSC_0176The feeling of being overwhelmed isn’t a foreign concept for most humans. We have a tendency to get inundated with things, whether that’s work, our personal lives, or our emotions. That sense that so much is going on at once can be intimidating, and unless you have an outlet to release all of that energy, it can well up inside.

I got that same feeling listening to “Yūgen,” the stunning new record from Ashbringer. The feeling rushed over me the first time I experienced these eight tracks, as it felt everything from their creators was poured out, leaving almost nothing left, pushing back against the pressure. Emotion—and that’s a major factor on this record—is nearly bled dry, and not just through the words and vocals, but within the music itself. Digging into the lyrics provided even more evidence that much had to have been going on leading up to the creation of this music, that “Yūgen” seems like an outlet for something bigger than just their art. Themes of nature, loss, reunion, and longing can be felt in the songs (or at least that’s how I’ve interpreted it), and every new journey spent with this spacious, rich album could have you feeling different things and seeing changing shades.

Ashbringer coverThis Minnesota-based black metal band only has been in operation for three years now, but already they have put out two powerful records that prove their strength. Before “Yūgen,” Ashbringer opened our eyes on last year’s superb “Vacant,” which proved a harbinger of what was to come. The band used to be fronted and composed solely by Nick Stanger, who now handles songwriting, lyrics, guitars and vocals. He has rounded out the lineup with a strong cast including guitarist Robert Northrup, bassist Nathan Wallestead (who plays with Stanger in Astral Blood), drummer Ian Sutherland, and keyboardist/oboe player Cormac Piper. This is a formidable lineup seeing through a vision that might remind some of the fallen Agalloch, Alcest, Falls of Rauros, Alda, and bands of that ilk.

“Solace” begins the record, a 10:40-long piece that slowly spreads its wings before hitting full soar. Glorious melody and creaking growls arrive, with the tempo driving harder as it goes and synth and spacey colors working through the body. Rustic acoustics spill in before Maiden-like leads take hold and everything comes to a fluid end, that then bleeds into “Oceans Apart.”  There, calm waters flow for a few moments before the song ignites, with huge growls pummeling. Great melodic leads drive the force, with Stanger wailing, “I’ve waited so long to see you again.” A quick halt hits, with the song slowly building back up amid woodsy melodies before the blaze lights again, and clean wails wrap themselves over top the song. “Lakeside Meditation” sits in a static storm, crushing on the other side of that, with delirious playing and furious growls penetrating. The song speeds up, finding more a rock personality, while the gazey shades and cathartic playing practically let you feel their collective hearts pumping in their chests. “In Remembrance” is hazy at first, with starry dashes and the eventual explosion. Steely guitar work and gushing feelings are injected into the piece, and Stanger reflects on loss, howling, “I watched the life fade from your eyes, I stood breathless.” That anguish continues over the song’s final moments, as the track comes to a thunderous end.

“Celestial Infancy” is hushed at first, with the band building into a spiritual chant of, “Mind and body are one, body and earth are one, earth and sky are one, spirit and sky are one,” a refrain you might find yourself repeating, especially as it repeats later in the song. There are reflective moments during this one, as well as tumultuous ones, with the pace swinging back and forth with force, and alien singing sending the track on its way. The title cut has guitars jabbing and guest vocalist Elizabeth Redding carrying the heavy load. The crescendo builds as the song develops, with beauty intertwining with fury, and the tension rising up over the final minutes as jagged guitars slam shut the door. “Omen” is a woodsy instrumental that starts with fires crackling and Cameron Becker adding trombone to the mix, with syrupy slide guitar shining a Western beam on the song, and gentle breezes following to the end. Closer “Glowing Embers, Dying Fire” bursts right away, with melodic growls, a strong refrain, and a huge feel to the guitar work. As the song goes on, the band, and Stanger as lyricist, finds a new level of understanding with the surrounding world, with him calling, “Bleeding into one, fading endlessly, merging with the earth, I see clearly now.” The track is full of spirit and power, with elegant, spacious playing unfurling, and the track finding its way to the fire where it, too, becomes one with the land.

Ashbringer’s mission is a worthy one, and the exemplary work they do on “Yūgen” must be heard in full to be properly understood. These are songs steeped in emotion, bleeding passion everywhere, and seemingly reacting to being overwhelmed by life experiences. It’s an incredible outlet for this band, one they’ll hopefully follow well into the future and they carve out their journey.

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

To buy the album, go here: http://avantgardemusic.bigcartel.com/

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

Canadian black metal crushers Wendess mix chaos, imagination into melody-rich album ‘MLMXXIII’

wendessDespite the stupid, embarrassing riches I have as a writer who is inundated with new music on a daily basis, it’s actually quite easy to miss something really good. So, while we try to keep this site going forward with things that have just come out or on the horizon, now and again we have to go back and cover something we missed.

One of those things is “MMXXIII,” the new record from Quebec-based black metal band Wendess. Part of the reason we didn’t have something on this when it was released a few weeks ago is because this self-released monster never actually made it to the inbox and instead was discovered as a result of some strong recommendations and an eventual purchase on Bandcamp. The band’s sound, while black metal at its base, goes other places, allowing for some psychedelic winds, folk-led playing, and guttural emotion to make its way into the music. Comprised of Keven (vocals and guitars), Alex (bass) GIa Hoi (prince des douze royaumes) (guitars), and Огњен (vocals, drums, and percussion), the band swings back into the world for the first time since their monstrous 2011 effort “Nuee Noire” and a 2012 split with Defest. There’s not a ton else out there about the band, which is fine and refreshing.

The record starts quietly and unassumingly on “Dystopie,” with the music trickling gently but eventually erupting into thunderous melody. Keven’s wrenching growls are all over the place, scraping the track with feeling, and later, organs slip underneath the chaos, strong soloing finds its way in, and the song bleeds away. “Identité Dissociative” changes things up, threading a folk path through the song, even amid the blood-curdling howls. Dark, creaky power kicks in, with the song going emotionally bloody. Later, the song heads into prog territory dashed with rustic elements, but then it rumbles again, with strong guitar work fading into serenity. “Sommeil Profond” starts clean before choked shrieks pierce, and the heaviness arrives in giant waves. Great leads head through, firing up the song’s base, and later things get dark and even a little surfy. Every element then explodes, with growls strangling and smeary soloing bringing the track to its end. “Le Marchand D’âmes” has piano dripping and acoustic guitars, but it’s not long until the energy erupts. Wild howls penetrate, with the song flowing forward, the cut fading into darkness, and keys bringing things to a soft finish.

“Nostalgie Nocturne” also starts quietly, but then black metal-style melodies arrive, and desperate wails cut into flesh. The track boils in place for a stretch, with wild soloing blasting in and taking over the pace. Feral growls seem to indicate there’s no end to the madness, and despite a brief foray back into acoustics, that’s pretty much the case until the song ends. “Sans Raison” begins with a Charles Manson quote from a 1989 interview, where, when asked to describe himself in a sentence, he responds he’s “nobody.” The track crunches quickly, pounding away, with the guitars swelling and scorching. The melodies remind me of early fall, when greens just start to turn orange, and anguish begins to fall like a heavy storm. The intensity drives down until it fades into quiet keys. “Forêt Maudite” is a bizarre, warped instrumental that feels like something from the “Twilight Zone.” It hypnotizes and swirls, pulling in damaged “Over the Rainbow” lines and Manson’s “nobody” returning and spinning around your head, surely to induce panic. Closing instrumental “8916” (“8913” and “8915” are tracks from their two earlier albums) closes things out, with a slow-driving burn, a thick bassline for a spine, and a fascinating exploration that envelops your mind and drives you out toward the stars.

It may have taken some exploration, but I’m happy to have found my way to “MMXXIII,” this great new piece from Wendess. Striking out on their own without label support is a bold move, especially with a record this strong, so it might take this album time to stretch out. But anything worth its while will do that, and once Wendess make their way to you, prepare to go on an explosive journey that’s equal parts terrifying and enthralling.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/Wendess-123940974378337/

To buy the album, go here: https://wendess1627.bandcamp.com/album/mmxxiii

Sumac inject their aggression, energy into tackling anxiety’s source on ‘What One Becomes’

SUMACThere are many great pioneers of the metal sound, from Sabbath to Priest to Maiden to Metallica to Emperor. I’m leaving out a lot of names because I don’t want the opening graph to be 1,000 words long. The point is, the progenitors of extreme music make up a long list, and many of those artists are ones who have been doing their thing longer than some of its audience has been alive.

I’m sure I’ll get no argument if I add Aaron Turner to that roll call of people who have helped develop metal and its many sounds into what it is today. From his tenure in the dissolved ISIS, who along with Neurosis helped pave the oft-traveled past of atmospheric doom and post-metal, and the gnarly Old Man Gloom, Turner has had a major hand in inspiring legions of bands and artists to follow their bleeding hearts and make music that can be catharsis for both them and their audience. And just last year, Turner returned with another super heavy project Sumac that harkened back to his grittier, more metallic roots, making for one of 2015’s most explosive debuts with “The Deal.” Now, a little more than a year later, he and his mates have returned with the molten “What One Becomes,” a mammoth of a record, and their first entry for Thrill Jockey.

Sumac coverBy the way, all the gushing over Turner’s myriad accomplishments aside, the rest of the band is rounded out by a more-than-capable bunch in their own right. Bassist Brian Cook (Wikipedia totally needs to change his profile link because … it goes to the wrong Brian Cook) made his way in notable bands such as the crushing and just-as-influential Botch and Russian Circles, and drummer Nick Yacyshyn, who makes severe noise with Baptists. This record is a rumbling affair that sounds like, at times, the dudes just went off, improvised their fury, and let it flow until they bled it dry. On top of all that, anxiety is at the heart of the record, a subject matter that jabs right at my heart, and they spend the bulk of these massive five tracks confronting it, identifying its source, and putting a battle plan into action. As someone who lives that very thing, this record provides a well-needed dose of extra therapy.

The record rips open with “Image of Control,” as hazy doom rains down, guitars scrape, and Turner’s animalistic howls blast out of the gates. While much of this song is designed to overwhelm and destroy, it has its sections of calm and even some jerky prog creations that make your face spin. The last few minutes of the song add a million jackhammers to the mix, as the band bludgeons you before slowly dragging you out through the thorns. “Rigid Man” punches and boils, with the guys drubbing amid deep, lurching growls. Again, the band delves into proggy waters, bringing some weirdness to the mix, and then the guitar work gets really tricky. Things shoot into the cosmos, with smearing soloing settling in, eventually burning out for a sense of calm to trickle on. Noise spreads over a great distance, making you think it will go until the end, but then a powerful, swaggering assault arrives, leaving everything in the dust. “Clutch of Oblivion” has a slower start, with organs rising, and the song meandering along. The track then hulks up, getting heavier as it goes along, with crazed howls injected into an oncoming dizziness. Again, though, you’re lulled into serenity before the hammers drop all over you.

“Blackout” is the longest cut at 17:26, and it’s the one that seems to develop on the fly the most. Noise scratches, with drums joining the fray, and forceful shouts barrel their way in as the guitars arrive muddy and dripping. The doomy beast eases later, with a glaze of psychedelics arriving, and out of that comes breath-taking thrashing that slams you over and over again. The attack is repetitive, which is by design, almost as if anxious nerves are gnawing on you, increasing your breathing and your heart rate. Fight or flight struggles are ramped up to an uncomfortable level, as the band plays on, searching each corner of their minds, seeking answers, and reaching for a sense of relief. The pace starts to chug, with the piece getting heavier and nastier, only to disappear into a long, reflective pool that washes over. The band goes into an extended melodic stretch of playing, with some Southern-style influences being felt, and the track trudges out, leaving you to figure out how you survived. But you did. “Will to Reach” concludes the album, charging right out of the gates and smashing barriers. Off-kilter melodies spiral, snaking through the tumult, and a calm sequence arrives, with you already having learned this is only for a breath. And sure enough, the explosion strikes, the band heads into a speedy eruption, and the crushing hell that surrounds you slips away, leaving you a heaping mess, but for the better.

Sumac is a ferocious beast of a band, and their work on “What One Becomes” is a rush both from a musical standpoint and a vessel to tackling personal struggles. These three guys have honed their craft as a band and crafted an album that delivers every time. All hail these three great creators, who just might be motivating even more would-be artists to try their hands pouring out their hearts and souls.

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

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

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

PICK OF THE WEEK: Cough’s nasty doom spreads hopelessness and despair on ugly ‘Still They Pray’

CoughHey, who’s ready to party? It’s Memorial Day weekend here in the States, so the shitty beer will flow like, eh, water, and people will do dumb things in honor of America. On top of that, we have a joke candidate clinching a party’s official nomination, which has to mean the Masonic-envisioned Armageddon may really be upon us, and another probable candidate who may have done some criminal shit. So let’s unleash the doom.

There may not be a more fitting time for Virginia doom horde Cough to return to us, six years after their last full-length record “Ritual Abuse” scorched the Earth. Now they drop into our laps the vicious, gnarly “Still They Pray,” a 67-minute face burner that has the band seriously stepping up their game (not that they needed to do that in the first place) and firing a blinding warning shot that they’re here to dominate the genre. The record is produced by Electric Wizard’s Jus Osborn, and let’s get this out of the way, yes, it does have a serious EW vibe (especially vocally) that bashes you in the face right away, mere minutes into the fray. But the sound suits them, and they’ve actually been travelling this road for quite some time, so if anything, they sound in place.

12 Jacket (Gatefold - Two Pocket) [GD30OB2-N]Cough have been doing their thing for a little over a decade now, but they haven’t really flooded the market with music. Less is more, right? Other than aforementioned “Ritual Abuse,” they also have their 2006 EP “The Kingdom,” their 2008 debut full-length “Sigillum Luciferi,” as well as splits with Windhand and The Wounded Kings to their name. “Still They Pray” arguably is their strongest effort yet, and the band—bassist/vocalist Parker Chandler (also of Windhand), guitarist/vocalist Dave Cisco, guitaristr Brandon Marcey, and drummer Joey Arcaro—sound on fire and determined to spread their dark arts to any willing or unwilling participants who stands in their way.

“Haunter of the Dark” rips open the record with stinging feedback and burly doom riffs, with Cisco’s psyche-washed singing hanging over top like a fog. The track keeps mauling and tricking your brain, with some harsh screams entering the mix at times, and monstrous punishment flattening your chest. The track ends amid sonic torment and dark, smudgy playing. “Possession” runs 10:25 with the bass slinking in, and then the storm unloading. Harsh screams ramble along with the deliberate tempo, as the track sits in a steaming simmer. The guitars later bubble and blaze, stomp and swagger with energy, as the whole thing heads into the void. “Dead Among the Roses” is a 10:47 bruiser, with the singing more menacing, guitars spitting static, and a mucky sentiment. The track keeps sprawling, with strong soloing breaking out and unleashing molten power, and the pace suffocating. The band pours every ounce of vitriol over the finish, as the song disappears into corrosion. “Master of Torture” keeps the slow pain rolling, with a smoky pace and gurgling growls adding to the bloodshed. In fact, the track sits in the mud for a long stretch until things suddenly kick into higher gear, and the assault is on. “Live to hate, hate to live,” Chandler wails, as soloing melts over top and burns out everything.

“Let It Bleed” is the most surprising thing on this or any other Cough record. It’s a sun-scorched ballad filled with torment and confusion, something that reminds me of something Black Sabbath would have turned out in their glory years. By the way, don’t let the word “ballad” fool you. This still is hellish and rife with torment, with Cisco wailing, “Life and death, all the same,” amid passionate guitar playing and imagery of everything you know burning down. It picks up even more intensity toward the end, ending the track on a fiery note. Great song. “Shadow of the Torturer” is a disorienting instrumental, with a long jam section built into the first stretch of the song before really going off and letting the chaos fly. This feels like an emotional bloodletting, one that sets the path for the rest of the record. “The Wounding Hours” has haunting organs pouring in, gut-wrenching growls, and awesome soloing that could blind you. As the track reaches its finish, it finds a way to get even nastier, ending its run with a bristling onslaught. That all bleeds into the closing title song, another disarming one that travels a rustic folk road, one that leads to horrific discoveries. Acoustic guitars ring out, while Cisco’s raw singing pushing the pace, painting an unsettling, almost hopeless picture. That darkness crawls along right up to the final moments, where solemnity disappears into a cavern of noise that gets sucked back into space the moment it appears.

Cough’s name deserves to be mentioned among modern doom’s finest acts, and “Still They Pray” might be their act to violently take that distinction for themselves. This is a sludgy, evil-sounding, crushing nightmare of a record, and it should terrify the uninhibited. There’s no turning back now, the world is burning, and Cough is just the right band to add the fuel to the flames.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/cough666

To buy the album, go here: https://store.relapse.com/

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

The Vision Bleak discover new horrors within themselves on darkened opus ‘The Unknown’

The Vision BleakMetal long has been tied to horrors and great beasts, fantastical terrors that, while they look intimidating on an album cover or in one’s imagination, they’re not authentic in any way. But, in the words of the intro to the great podcast Sword & Scale, the worst monsters are real. Those include the ones living inside of you, the demons that torment and stretch you to your very worst.

For the longest time, German duo The Vision Bleak leaned on those old-style horror elements more than anything when constructing their songs. From inspirations including Poe, Lovecraft, and Carpenter, these guys constructed a world that was bloody and spooky, which suited their brand of dark atmospheric metal very nicely. The fact that they always had many dramatic flourishes worked into their songs helped as well, which gave a sense of theatricality to their music. But on their latest opus “The Unknown,” the band turns their respective guts inside out and instead examine personal horrors and darkness. That makes this the most personal record the band’s ever created, and one that does prove that what lurks inside of you indeed if more terrifying than any macabre tale.

The Vision Bleak coverThe Vision Bleak have been staring into the eyes of terror for the past 16 years, having formed in 2000. The core members Ulf Theodor Schwadorf and Allen B. Konstanz (they obviously roll out a much larger cast live) dropped their first record “The Deathship Has a New Captain” in 2004, and after that they released four more studio albums, the most recent before “The Unknown” being 2013’s “Witching Hour.” The band’s new lyrical twist on this record might throw some for a loop at first, but honestly, it’s the same sound you’ve come to expect from The Vision Bleak. Every ounce of power and presence bursts from this thing, and it’s a damn fun listen.

“Spirits of the Dead” is a quick intro piece built with mallet-tapped drums, acoustic guitars, and folk-style vocals, and that leads into “From Wolf to Peacock” that greets you with glorious riffs. Huge vocals bellow, later crumbling into fierce growls, and as the track goes on, it gets more aggressive and penetrating. Proggy thrash meets black metal strains on the back end of the song, and a dramatic burst brings it to an end. “The Kindred of the Sunset” also has great riffs, with deep, gothy singing providing darkness, with shrieks mixed in later. The song goes cold, with whispers poking, and there are some great hooks, with Konstanz wailing, “We are the children of the sunset.” “Into the Unknown” has guitars buzzing, unfurling into steady thrashing and dramatic singing. Some reflective notes arrive before the band starts trudging, with howls of, “I will never be the same again,” adding a sense of uncertainty into what’s a really strong song. “Ancient Heart” has a calculated start, with chant-like vocals spreading before the pace kicks into high gear. The tempo kicks up and starts clobbering, with strong melodies mixed in, keys quivering, and a smashing finish.

“The Whine of the Cemetery Hound” sounds from its title like a track from their horror tale past, but it’s not. Drums strike hard as bells chime, and the chugging pace does serious damage. The singing is dark and moody, while the song halts for a stretch of solemnity and comes out of the other side with heaviness and vicious growls. “How Deep Lies Tartaros?” is punishing and fast, as if it’s trying to drive you through the center of the Earth to answer the song’s question. Harsh vocals are mixed in with clean, with the song having moments where it’s purely guttural. Spoken lines punch into cloudy synth, and the song turns again, coming to a furious end. “Who May Oppose Me?” is a surprising one, and it’s less defiant than its title indicates. The song has murky synth, strings, and acoustics, setting the stage for gigantic closer “The Fragrancy of Soil Unearthed.” The track in menacing from the start, though the riffs are catchy and the clean singing pushes the mission. The song bursts open later, with the singing coming into full life, and the dramatic piece comes to an end amid fairytale strings and mystical power.

The Vision Bleak’s world may have changed a bit, but musically, they’re right where you’d expect them on “The Unknown.” Perhaps turning inward for this record injected them with even more inspiration and vitriol, and it’s too soon to know if this is a one-off curveball or if this is the path they’ll take into the future. Regardless, they’re sure to find enough morbid twists and turns in their own psyches if they’ve already wrung their old texts dry.

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

To buy the album (USA), go here: http://www.theconnextion.com/prophecy/prophecy_index.cfm?

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For more on the label, go here: http://www.prophecy.de/

Return of the kings: Diamond Head, Candlemass extend their rich legacies with new records

Candlemass

Candlemass

Metal and its legion of followers have a very healthy respect for the genre’s roots, as well as each varying sound’s pioneers. This is a kingdom built on the back of legends, and as the ones that continue to actively tour and record these days become a smaller number, we try to keep bearing the torch for these artists, hellbent to show them every bit of our respect.

As we’ve lost heroes such as Lemmy and Ronnie James Dio, other have marched on with astonishing strength and power including Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, and two band we are discussing today: doom legends Candlemass, and NWOBHM icons Diamond Head. Both bands have carried on through the decades, shedding members here and there, but always finding their way to the studio and the stage. The fact that both keep putting out strong, relevant material is glorious indeed, and both have new collections headed our way that are definitely worth your time and attention.

Candlemass coverWe’ll kick off with Candlemass, a band that seemed to be winding down but instead are forging toward their 30th anniversary with excellent new EP “Death Thy Lover.” This band has created 11 full-length record over their time together and some, including debut “Epicus Doomicus Metallicus” as well as “Nightfall” and “Tales of Creation,” are considered classics. They are right up there with the mighty Black Sabbath as one of doom’s greatest pioneers, and the amount of followers they have amassed is innumerable. The band originally announced their last album, 2012’s “Psalms for the Dead,” would be their final one, but now with new vocalist Mats Leven (he also did a turn in 2006) joining the classic lineup of guitarists Lars Johansson and Mats Bjorkman, bassist Leif Edling, and drummer Jan Lindh, the guys sound rejuvenated and full of life.

The title track kicks things off, with the guitars blending in out of the darkness, and the song hitting a furious gallop. Leven’s singing is both raspy and powerful, with his pipes really hammering home the chorus and lines including, “He’s your only friend, he’s watching over you.” Don’t get all fuzzy. He’s singing about death. The track has a huge 1980s feel, like it could have been an easy hit on Headbangers Ball. “Sleeping Giant” is a cool storyteller, a tale of a long-lost god slumbering under the earth after past defeat. Ominous riffs lay the foundation, while Leven relays, “Once you were the king,” only to later proclaim, “One day you will return.” The guitar work is fiery, the vocals are powerful, and they even get a little muddy before the whole thing is over. “Sinister N Sweet” is sludgy as hell at first, going cold for a while, but as the menacing tale is told, the evil sentiment get thicker and nastier. The chorus is infectious and mean, something that should go over quite well live. Closer “The Goose” is an instrumental that begins by chugging and smothering before the lead guitars go off and unleash electricity. The track has its plot points down, with the melodies cutting, Edling’s bass chewing flesh later on, and the whole thing coming to a blinding, burly finish. This is a pretty nice morsel from a band that hopefully still has future records in them.

For more on the band, go here: http://www.candlemass.se/

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

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

Diamond Head

Diamond Head

Diamond Head most people know from Metallica lauding their work and covering a shitload of their songs, but let’s not make a mistake about how vital they are to metal. The group’s work is awash in killer riffs and dangerous grooves, and while they may not have reached the heights they deserved over the years, the fact they’re still moving and creating really fun stuff, including their new self-titled full-length album (out June 24 in the States), is a huge credit to them. The one constant in the band has been lead guitarist Brian Tatler, and he’s currently armed with a damn stellar cast of players including brand new vocalist Rasmus Bom Andersen (he would have been an AOR dream in the ’70s, and I mean that as a high compliment), guitarist Andy Abberley, bassist Eddie Moohan, and drummer Karl Wilcox.

Diamond Head coverThe record moves more toward hard rock than metal, at least as we know it now, and the tracks are really gigantic and really melodic. Opener “Bones” is a damn fine song, a really fitting introduction to this new era of Diamond Head. Andersen’s vocals really boost a lot of life into these songs, and the band sounds on fire during every one of these 11 cuts. “Set My Soul on Fire” should sound pretty dynamic live, with the riffs coming on ominously and the simple chorus packing a wallop. “All the Reasons You Live” has a fantasy element to it, with a lot of it driving slowly through dramatic synth and into fiery soloing from Tatler. “Blood on My Hands” has sweltering guitars, striking melodies, and strong singing, while closer “Silence” starts with strange throat singing, only to develop into a Zeppelin-style drama that’s brainy and impressive. There are some down moments, such as “Wizard Sleeve” that sounds a little cock rock-ish, as well as “Speed” that falls into that same rut. But those really are minor complaints. For the most part, this is a strong release from a band that has been blazing the path for four decades now and obviously have fuel left in the tank.

For more on the band, go here: http://www.diamond-head.net/

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

For more on the label, go here: http://www.dissonanceproductions.co.uk/

Metal’s landscape might not look anything like it does today were it not for Candlemass and Diamond Head. These are two legendary bands still in our midst, creating music that remains top notch and vital to everyone’s understanding of where the heaviness came from in the first place. Both of these collections are worth your while, so don’t go sleeping on these two pioneering bands while they’re still out and whipping people’s asses into shape.

Sol Sistere dump boatload of riffs, dangerous melodies into ‘Unfading Incorporeal Vacuum’

Sol SistereI’ve been on this tangent before, but it’s tough as a music writer to sift through all the promos that weigh down my inbox, listen to as much as I can, and pick the ones I want to feature. That also answers the question that’s been posed to me many times as to why this site doesn’t feature negative reviews. The idea is to cull all of the bands and records I think warrant attention and boil each week’s offerings down into four or five features. I could do an entire site based on bad shit in my inbox. Trust me.

Anyway, from time to time albums elude me, likely because I’m not on a publicist’s or label’s mailing list, and I end up doing some discoveries on my own, which is actually a lot of fun. I had that happen again with “Unfading Incorporeal Vacuum,” the debut record from Chilean black metal band Sol Sistere, out on Hammerheart Records. I do see promos from them from time to time, but this one didn’t make it my way. But I went to the label’s Bandcamp with other intentions, sampled this album, and was blown the eff away. This is one exciting record from start to finish from a band that deserves to get a ton of attention, especially from those who like their black metal melodic, atmospheric, and packed with enough riffs to defeat the zombie Mountain.

Sol Sistere coverSol Sistere only got their start as a band three years ago, releasing an EP “I” in 2014, and now coming in with their first full-length effort. The band—guitarist/vocalist C (formerly of Animus Mortis), guitarist Ricardo Araya (also of Cathar Eclipse), bassist Juan Diaz (also of Bauda), drummer Pablo Vera (also formerly of Animus Mortis, as well as Anima Inmortalis)—combines their myriad experiences elsewhere to create this destructive unit that packs a ton of power and passion into their music. Yes, a lot of bands go the atmospheric black metal route these days, but these guys stand apart. They’re not trying to make you daydream. They are instead filling your head of explosive imagery and fiery chaos that should ignite your dead heart and make you feel your purpose in life.

The record opens with “Death Knell,” a cold, airy cut at first before it rips apart, and the pace begins to devastate. The riffs are mighty and thrashing here, as they are so many places on this album, and C’s wild cries deliver a punishing salvo, one that keeps at the throat up until the song’s fire finally burns off. “Relentless Ascension” has guitars fluttering before taking charge of the mission, with glorious melodies arriving in abundance. The tempo feels like a great storm hanging overhead, later going cold and murky, only to emerge from the other side with a cathartic blast of energy. “Deliver Us” bursts from the gates, with riffs blasting all over the place and creaked growls leaving bruises. The track feels equally guttural and overwhelmingly powerful, with the emotion shaking your insides. “Sight of the Oracle” bleeds in with a thick bassline and more huge melodies bursting from the seams. C roars heavily over this thing, with the guitars simmering in some places, burning and churning in others, with the track’s final moments crackling away only after leaving serious burns.

“Degraded Soul” has a clean opening, teasing serenity, but it’s not long before the doors are stormed and the assault is on. The song is mid-paced but heavy as hell for a large portion of its run, with gruff vocals, infectious melodies, and later a breath of calm before the molten steel is poured out all over again. “Towards the Morning Star” is an instrumental cut built with clean playing, thick, moody strings, and a murky ambiance that unleashes thick servings of darkness. “6th Replicant” just explodes, with riffs tidal waving toward you, and the drums rumbling especially aggressively. The tempo turns a little gazey at points, letting spacey magic rain down, but this mostly instrumental (there are some beastly howls toward the end) cut later spills blood again and comes to a thunderous conclusion. Closer “Seeker of Souls” boils at first before spilling over and letting the pace get raucous. The track mauls for a while, with the vocals feeling feral, but also creaky in spots. Later C warbles his words, almost like Tom G Warrior at his gothy best, and the track then hits a dangerous gallop, finishing up in a pit of melting riffs.

I don’t do nearly enough random digging online because, as noted, inbox. But now and again unearthing something I may not have found otherwise, such as Sol Sistere’s debut “Unfading Incorporeal Vacuum,” makes all that investigative work worthwhile. This is an electrifying, world-toppling record, and its constant rotation in my ears the rest of the year is as given.

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

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

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