A lot of have been through a lot, seemingly an obvious thing to say at any time in history, but man, I don’t know. It’s been hard for a lot of people. Emotions have been at a high and have made a lot of what some face even harder to absorb. Escapism is a natural fruitful way to address our wounds and try to find a place to grab a little solace.

Madeline Johnston is the sole creator behind Midwife, the mostly guitar-and-vocals-driven music she has created over three full-length records, her latest being “No Depression in Heaven.” If you’re familiar with her music, there won’t be much of a musical adjustment to make here, so there’s a bit of comfort there. But over these seven tracks and 37 minutes, Johnston visits familiar themes such as the balance of fantasy and reality, slipping into dark dreamscapes to address your wounds, and the grief that is attached basically stabs into the heart of our losses. The slowcore elements long a part of Johnston’s music remain in full, but there’s so much going on beneath the water surface that repeat listens are required to mine it all, and once you do, it makes this treasure that much more valuable.

“Rock N Roll Never Forgets” eases you into the record, Johnston’s hushed vocals paving the path, dreamgaze mood stretching its arms for a dark embrace. Slide guitars ease as the mood thickens, the title continually repeated as in a medicine-head haze, guitars swirling into a dreamy pillow of sound. “Autoluminescent” has guitars lapping, dark words raining down, melodies and emotions gliding into the shadows. The playing has a sense of strangeness that makes it feel like you’re hovering above the planet in a UFO, strapped in and accepting of your fate, detached from your body as the playing slips away. “Droving” has guitars thawing, synth layering over top, Johnston warbling, “It’s like sleepwalking.” Indeed, much of the music has that sense about it, which makes it even easier to slip into fully, Johnston then leveling with, “The pain is easy when it’s all you know.” Light rumbles through dark, sonic waves crashing as a surfy snippet of Santo & Johnny’s classic “Sleepwalk” carries us home.

“Vanessa” opens with beats scraping, guitars dripping, as the singing soothes, Johnston calling, “I know how it ends,” and later pleading, “I know that you tried.” The playing is tender and lonesome, spiraling underneath a spacious sky, lulling and numbing, melting into dreams. “Killdozer” opens with a cool riff and the singing icing wounds, the sounds coming more directly and less ensconced in fog. Keys lather as Johnston admits, “I remember everything,” keys chilling before she cuts with, “I want something real,” eventually dissolving into pooled waters. “Better Off Alone” has guitars glowing, Johnston pleading, “Talk to me,” repeatedly as keys breeze into the passage. The song is blunt and direct, even if it feels like it’s trying to soften your landing, ending feeling emotionally raw. The title track brings the record to a close, the guitars shimmering lullaby style, hushed singing and looped calls of, “Crying” getting into your psyche. The guitars burn and trickle, wordless calls lead you into a calming passage, spiraling out into the end of a dream.

“No Depression in Heaven” is another record from Midwife that’s unlike most of what you’ll hear this year, and while it has strains of her previous work, it also stands apart a bit. Sure, the music still sounds minimalist on the surface, and you wouldn’t be wrong to call it that, but that would be ignoring everything that’s going on beneath the surface emotionally and psychologically. We all strive to become something we believe in, and all of our experiences and relationships help bring that into greater focus, this music giving you a cloudy mattress on which to land your bloodied heart.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://nowflensing.com/collections/midwife

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

So many of us look for a meaning to our very existence, a force to get us through it all and let us sleep peacefully at night knowing we have accomplished something. But in the end, what does that really matter? What does it really matter now? We live in a commodified world where capitalism is king, so it’s sometimes hard to feel pride in our actions.

German black metal force Firtan didn’t go that exact route when writing and creating their great new record “Ethos,” their fourth. But they took advantage of the idea of examining where we can take advantage of our surroundings and what parts might be bringing us down. Their approach to that psychological territory is more abstract, but their thunderous and expansive black metal is anything but that. The band—vocalist/guitarist Phillip Thienger, guitarist C.S., bassist Oliver König, drummer David Kempf, violinist/piano player Klara Bachmair—dreams bigger this time around, and the playing as well as the increased ferocity and spaciousness make for a record that equally can draw blood and dreams.

“Hrenga” opens the record, and it features guest vocals from J.J. from Harakiri for the Sky and Karg, and guts immediately liquify, shrieks wrenching as melodies streak like blood. Cries rip as the playing pounds away, the guitars flexing muscles, strings swelling, and the final moments unload with power. “Zores” punishes, the vocals feeling like glass being washed down throats, the mangling, molten devastation spreading at will. The pace gets heavier as the vocals tighten their grip, unleashing vicious hell even as atmospheric waves wash over everything. “Contra Vermes” opens with riffs burning, savagery striking, and a sense of urgency making blood rush. Things get colder and moodier, though thunder is in the distance, and strings glaze with sugary goodness, paving the way for corrosive wails and a dizzying finish. “Arkanum” dawns in a synth glaze and animalistic growls, doomier clouds hanging overhead, smoking elegance crawling over cragged rock. The playing then erupts, guttural terror taking over, vicious howls stinging, chugging to the horizon.

“Wermut hoch am Firmament” features guest vocals from L.G. of Ellende, and guitars stir as the melodies ravage, shrieks drawing blood from bruised veins. The guitars drive, the riffs bubbling at the center, a total rampage devouring everything in its path. “Moloch” blasts hard, the shrieks leaving deep flesh burns, punishing with an evil gaze that works into a moody gloom. The playing trudges and even delves into progressive waters, ribs are cracked, and creaky speaking sends chills down the spine. “Ruakh” gives off a folkish vibe, churning open before the guitars fully come to life. There’s a glorious, forceful charge, roars punishing, the guitars feeling like they’re ramping up a new assault, the force peaking and then fading. “Komm herbei, schwarze Nacht” starts slower, burning with tenacity, strings dizzying and  washing into majestic waters. Things slowly pick up, and eventually everything feels huge, like it should be playing in a giant hall, shrieks ripping as the speed becomes a bigger factor. Mystical energies transform the aura, punching as the guitars conjure steam, the final notes bleeding away. Closer “Wenn sich mir einst alle Ringe schließen” is an instrumental, aching outro cut, keys swirling, emotional strings pulled deep into the darkest stretches of the cosmos.

It’s easy enough to get lost in the stars, confused about one’s own purpose in life, and “Ethos” is an ideal collection of songs to pull one back into the current times and get a hold of reality. Firtan’s dramatic, swirling black metal makes a perfect background for these thoughts, and they push the melodic envelope further than ever before on this album, which is as strong as anything in their catalog. This is a record that can flatten you emotionally and physically, yet the journey you take with it could be freshen your perspective and reinvigorate your purpose.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://shop.aoprecords.de/gb/

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

It’s not even September, and my house already is mildly decked out for Halloween, neon ghosts and bats and illuminated pumpkin lanterns already on full display.  If people can start celebrating Christmas in fucking October, then I’m going to bask in the macabre and spooky as soon as it’s reasonable for me to do so.

This year’s celebration will have an added bonus, that being “Evil Remains,” the pounding new record from doom power Castle, who have been silent from a full-length standpoint for the past six years. This new record arrives just when the seasons are ripe to change, ushering in the time when devious powers lurk inside us all. Over eight tracks and 37 minutes, the band—vocalist/bassist Liz Blackwell, guitarist/vocalist Mat Davis, and new drummer Mike Cotton—delivers channeled, charred doom metal that’s hefty on melody, charging dual vocals, and bone-shaking energy that feels perfect at any time of the year but works even better as skeletons and ghouls start their annual rise from their worm-infested grave.  

“Queen of Death” buzzes in place before the guitars kick in, Davis’ grim singing taking lead early on before Blackwell’s smoky howl joins. Doomy and swampy, the pace swelters, gruff howls knifing, trudging fury kicking up and leaving a sweaty film on your face. “Nosferatu Nights” brings haunting guitars as Blackwell’s singing glazes, the guitars increasing the heat as the pace swings and chugs. The singing turns humid and then sultry, the heaviness hanging over your head, driving to a punishing end. “Deja Voodoo” enters amid thick bass, Blackwell’s vocals weighing down, the playing turning catchy even as it imposes its will. The tempo gets faster and heavier, later turning warmer as a psyche storm is forming. An energetic burst tears through ribcages, strong emotion flooding before a barreling end. “Evil Remains” starts on a bluesy riff, letting the sense of evil boil, and then the playing crunches, the singing smoking as the leads spiral. Molten guitars lap as punchy swagger erupts, buzzing through heaviness, the guitars slinking as the sun sets permanently.

“Black Spell” lands blows, the singing stinging as catchy riffs overtake you, raspy vocals then leaving brush burns on flesh. Growls maul as the guitars burst, a great chorus flooding over, the final moments feeling furious. “100 Eyes” bludgeons, deeper singing taking you underneath the earth, the playing driving exposed elbows into prone teeth. Minds melt as the guitars drag over hot coals, swirling in ugliness and blood, speeding up as a mangling fury becomes dominant and devours everything whole. “She” has fluid guitars flowing like a mad river, tangling your veins as strong singing acts as a powerhouse, smoking leads taking on a burning edge. The playing clobbers with reckless abandon, Blackwell and Davis trading off their vocal prowess, the call of, “She walks the devil’s path,” stabbing an exclamation point at the end of the tale. Closer “Cold Grave” is grim and sooty, Blackwell again going deeper vocally, guitars firing up as the blazing power blinds eyes. “Don’t turn your back,” Blackwell warns as the playing takes a punk-flavored edge, melodic soloing swelling with pressure, keys drizzling over a blasting finish.

“Evil Remains” arrives at the perfect time of the year, and as the winds eventually turn colder, and your blood feels thicker in your veins, Castle return to be the perfect conduit for witchy tidings. Their smoky doom always has gone done easily, but this new record finds them rejuvenated and hungrier, still unafraid to blacken your eyes as they weave their magic. This is a raucous and sinister good time, a record that proves Halloween truly is possible all year around.

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

To buy the album (U.S.), go here: https://napalmrecordsamerica.com/hammerheart

Or here: https://hammerheartstore.com/

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

It won’t be long until we’re neck deep in the darkest, most ghoulish of seasons as the temperatures cool, and skulls and skeletons dot lawns as we await Halloween. Yeah, it’s overly commercialized, but that time period still lets the darkness and morbidity leak out into the public, scaring weird religious people.

Catalonian death metal horde Sanctuarium feel like the proper band in which to indulge with this time approaching, and their gut-removing second record “Melted and Decomposed” provides the right stench and chills to keep the spirit of the dead, um, alive. Over five tracks and a rumbling 48 minutes, the band—vocalist Carlos, guitarists Necrohelm and Gusi, bassist Ferran, drummer Agus—spills some chilling doom into their nauseating mix, pulling in time-honored traits to create a new spirit prepared to haunt in these times. All the horrors aside, the record also is ideal for anyone who thirsts for doom-drenched death and always is looking to overturn stones to find forces they haven’t discovered yet into order to freshen their collection. This is ugly in the best ways.

“Abhorrent Excruciation in Reprisal” opens in strange waters, keys slithering, growls caking through doomy tides. Sooty and crushing, things get heated and heavy, dizzying and slurring through muck, blistering as the playing heats up and increases the pressure. The drums punch harder as the guitars glaze, everything ending in shockingly abrupt manner. “Exultant Dredge of Nameless Tombs” starts with stuttered drums and filthy howls, guitars tangling as the heat continues to rise. Things then barrel at a glacial pace, scraping over the earth and defacing what’s underneath, a molten fury amplifying the temperature. Force drubs as the tracks throws its massive weight around, sounds hissing as the guts dissolve.

“Phlegmatic Convulsions” buzzes, growls churning, the pressure slowly settling as the growls gnaw flesh. Hypnotic leads make your head spin, dirty and blistering, causing your entire body feel like a viral host. Guitars burn as the cries echo, staggering and bruising as the final blows land hard. “Sadistic Cremation of Emaciated Offal” is slow-moving doom, bruising and mauling, turning bones into dust. The growls engulf as the leads take off, blackened filth smeared into mouths, the drilling fire producing blood. Closer “The Disembodied Grip of Putrescine Stench” dawns with disorienting heat, the drums punishing as the guitars bend in the face of sorcery. Fires stoke as the guitars liquify, the pace lurching and stretching, the speed suddenly becoming a factor. The playing intensifies and makes your blood race as the terror slowly dissolves into cloudy synth, a murky soundscape swallowing everything whole.

Sanctuarium certainly conjure a musty, dank atmosphere on “Melted and Decomposed,” so much so that you might feel like wiping non-existent cobwebs from your face when it’s finished. This is doom-infested death played the way it was originally intended, keeping your face in the ground and your mind swirling over the most horrific ideas you possibly can imagine. As the winds gets colder and the days grow darker, it’s the perfect time to indulge in this ugly creation that will pull you deep into its grave alongside the worms.

For more on the band, go here: https://sanctuarium.bandcamp.com/

To buy the album, go here: https://www.mesacounojo.com/shop/sanctuarium-melted-and-decomposed-lp/

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

It’s common to hear people complain about death and black metal bands not being heavy enough, not being vicious enough, not being bloodthirsty enough. To be clear, there isn’t one way to create these sounds, and variety has made both subgenres more dexterous, but there’s something to be said for raw brutality, and it feels good when it’s right.

Berlin-by-way-of-Israel stompers Har clearly have a penchant for the roots of the heavier forms of metal, and those are on bloody, sharpened display on debut full-length effort “Cursed Creation.” It’s a compact, deadly eight tracks delivered in about 30 minutes, and each moment packs a punch that feels like it was conjured from three decades ago. That’s spiritually, as their sound certainly has modernity to it, and the band—vocalist O.S., guitarist D.A., drummer A.M.—packs this thing with agony and destruction that can unite newer listeners with someone graying at the edges who’s been at this for years.

“Submerged in Cacophony” begins with mechanical weirdness, riffs warping as crazed wails churn. The playing is drilling and sooty, ugly as hell in spots, tornadic fury cycling harder as dust kicks up. “Invoking Evil Spirit” is speedy, infernal howls causing flesh and muscle to wilt, destroying with mind-melting chaos. The growls get deadlier, the guitars torching as melodies blaze into an endless storm. “Chronocide” tangles your brain wiring, howls ripping with volcanic might, mashing guitars leaving blisters on your extremities. Uncontrollable speed breaks away recklessly as the guitars slay, refusing to relent before everything before it is consumed by flames. The title track trudges, taking its time to ramp up its mission, the tempo later racing with force, guts splattering. Fast, crazed blasts crack skulls, a monstrous fury swept up in a gale force, ending in complete insanity.

“Poisonous Entity” is scathing, bleeding from a million wounds, blasting full force toward slaughter. The bruising terror continues to slam on the gas pedal, guitars glimmering and zapping even as they deliver horrific tidings, while the low end continues to batter until every inch of your body aches. “Infernal Passage” is a strange instrumental piece with guitars glowing and a heat death turning on the carnage, burning its way through outer space. “Shachat – Seven Halls of Defilement” is face splitting, warping, and striking, the growls adding an even deeper level of menace. The pace batters and chars, growls punishing as an animalistic lather aims to suffocate. Closer “Metaphysical Stench” dawns in a molten fury, throaty growls fully mangling, guts squeezed through flesh. The playing zaps as guitars combust, final blasts firing, static marring the senses fully.

Har’s obliterating blend of black and death metal is on full, maniacal display with “Cursed Creation,” an album that tests you physically and mentally. Their snarling, compact first offering is perfect fodder for anyone who wants to have every cell in their body devastated and squeezed for blood as this band delivers heaviness and bestial lunacy in equal servings. This is an album and band on which you should not sleep because before you know it, they’ll have the point of their swords poking at your throat.  

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

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

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

If it’s not every week that we’re going back to the well of pain and anxiety, and I agree we’ve been discussing these topics a lot lately. But that’s what the music we’ve covered has required, and while it’s not terribly comfortable confronting these forces on a regular basis, doing so also leaves a sort of callus that makes the blows easier to take.

California-based black metal power Other World also aren’t afraid to poke at those wounds, which they do early and often on their excellent second record “Tenebrous,” their first full-length in nine long years. The band—vocalist S.P., guitarist/synth player/programmer C.G., bassist J.H., drummer C.M.—heads directly into murky waters, tackling those negative energies and experiences that eat away as our psyches. They bring with them blades sharpened by playing in other bands such as Pillorian, Jesus Wept, Black Salvation and plenty others and direct that weaponry into these powerful five tracks that make the most of rich atmosphere and punishing force.

“From Innocence” opens already in the midst of attack, howls decimating as clean calls intertwine, scathing melodies scorching flesh. The playing surges and flattens as the energy ripples, feeling both gazey and glorious before a calm settles. The bass prods as detached singing numbs, the playing spiraling and flooding before a final jolt. “Arid Dawn” is moody and clean to start, beastly growls punching in, the playing crushing as a deadly storm accumulates. Throaty wails and guttural punishment combine, accumulating and blistering, flooding with a melodic crush, thunderous power lathering and flooding.

“Agony Exhaled By Mist” brings churning guitars and deep singing that reach deep into your chest, a trance-like feel washing over everything and icing nerve endings. The pace then batters, the growls scraping on their way to an atmospheric finish. “Ash, Teeth & Bone” ruptures with drums rumbling, the playing tearing open and spitting nails. The playing is flush with brawn, leads surging into a chasm, the howls smearing as volcanic powers immerse, the sounds glimmering as the vocals crush ribs. Closer “To Decay” packs menace and atmosphere, singing blurring as it turns demonic, the sounds glowing and blinding eyes. Guitars build into a thunderous front, hearts engorging as jarring fire is paced by infectious melodies. The playing floods as wordless vocals give a forceful shove, mashing through dizzying madness as the world spins out of control.

Darkness and sorrow thread through “Tenebrous,” a record that explodes with black and death metal synergies but holds inside it unshakeable scars. Other World create a vortex that draws you into its center point, immersing you with the blackened magic within and showing you that the negativity you face isn’t yours alone. This is a mauling, punishing reminder that pain finds us all, and it depends on what we do with it in the end.

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

To buy the album (U.S.), go here: https://debemurmorti.aisamerch.com/

Or here (Europe): https://www.debemur-morti.com/en/12-eshop

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

Many different people have been credited with various forms of the saying those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. No matter to whom we ultimately can attribute that thought, there’s a weight and sobering reality behind it, and the further we move into the future, the less we tend to pay that reality any real mind.

That’s not entirely the emphasis behind the second Modern Rites record “Endless,” but it’s not too far from the mark. This duo that combines multi-instrumentalist/vocalist/visual artist Jonny Warren (of Kuyashii) and guitarist Berg (of Aara) looks back on cycles that tend to repeat throughout history, despite our knowledge of how these things normally conclude, but they also inject a healthy sense of self-discovery into that mix to add something more positive. On this follow-up to 2021 debut “Monuments,” the band uses eight tracks and 41 minutes to expand their black metal palette to more swooshing synths and universal energy to add new colors and waves to a record that has a pretty thought-provoking premises. That all makes sense as these songs can expand your mind and help you dive into these volcanic bursts to consider our own places in history.

“Prelude” opens with chilling keys, a calming and spacey push through the galaxy, a lush statement that glides into the title track that explodes with power and melody. Vicious howls punish as the playing lacerates, soaring and glistening, a gasp of whispers breathing harder. Synth fills the air as the playing unloads, guitars encircling before the strains submit to the void. “Lost Lineage” crushes from the start, thrashy madness is dressed with throaty growls, and the blistering stomps the ground and makes the earth quake. Guitars mangle before the temperature drops, paving the way for a renewed storm front, drilling into your psyche. “Veil of Opulence” is a melodic gush, the playing driving hard as the vocals crush teeth. Thunderous devastation mounts a gutting effort, the elements flood the senses, the drama increases as the drums turn rocks into dust, and a synth glaze drifts into nothing.

“Becoming” splatters with electro beats, punches land and bruise ribs, and the playing challenges your mind and body. The keys turn into a cloud bed as the drums come unglued, fascinating and punishing, the howls slashing flesh as the final moments vibrate.  “For Nothing” completely engulfs, a slaughtering pace chugging and collecting bone shards, the melodies steamrolling over you and leaving your prone body flattened. Guitars bring more energy as coarse growls have their way, icy winds robbing you of warmth. “Autonomy” has a stirring open, the vocals engorging, a punishing pace spattering blood across your face. Things continue to get more aggressive, acidic vocals eating through steel, brutality shaking the bones inside your flesh, the carnage eventually giving way to a deep freeze. Closer “Philosophenweg” simmers in darkness before tearing open, vicious howls poking wounds and spiking your adrenaline, the sounds spiraling through an entrancing opening. The tempo then trudges and thrashes, a fiery tone making breathing nearly impossible, the growls rupturing and dragging you to a morbid finality.

The cycles in which we live likely will be a thing as long as there are people, which possibly won’t be that much longer, but that’s another story for another time. “Endless” has Modern Rites using their spacey, immersive black metal to revisit those patterns that can be positive but also can settle back into old habits from which we should have learned. The band’s progression from their debut is exciting both musically and thematically, and this album is one that can fuel your metallic appetite and also spark some thoughts on the imprint we’re leaving on history and how we can try to learn from that.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100063570531432

To buy the album (U.S.), go here: https://debemurmorti.aisamerch.com/band/modern-rites

Or here (Europe): https://www.debemur-morti.com/en/539-modern-rites-shop

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I’ve never really had an issue with black metal going into better production, cleaner processes, because there are a lot of really talented bands in the mix whose music sounds better with a bit of a professional edge. But that’s not across the board, and there remain artists whose chops are just as sharp who’d rather go the primal route.

It is one of the least shocking things in the world to learn that Nordic black metal duo Avmakt came to the attention of Darkthrone’s Fenriz and Peaceville Records, as this band practically sounds like they were created in their dingy lab. I mean that in a good way. The band’s debut record “Satanic Inversion Of…” is six tracks, 44 minutes of scuffed-up black metal that sounds born in a garage or cave as this duo—Rolf Kristian Valbo (drums, vocals and bass) and Christoffer Bråthen (guitars, vocals and bass)—channels 30 years ago to feast from the roots of the subgenre. This is channeled and bruising, an infernal joy to behold, even if some of the songs tick a little longer than they should. Minor qualm.

“Ordinance” explode with riffs, and riffs are a major part of this record. As is raw chaos, and that continues as the playing rampages, howls roaring through time, the speed spitting and turning chaos. The ground quakes as the relentless terror continues to strike, mangling to a finish. “Poison Reveal” thrashes and plasters, racing and crushing as your brain is squeezed for all its juices. The drums decimate as grim, creaky howls chew nerves, numbing and flattening whatever is in front of them. Both voices unite for destruction as a volcanic fury splatters lava. “Sharpening Blades of Cynicism” bashes away, fiery hell conjured, guitars zapping as the pace tramples in mud. The playing turns blinding, laying waste and extinguishing the life of their adversaries, the playing leaving deep bruising. Guitars ring out as the band slowly thrashes, bringing everything to a hazy, noisy finish.

“Towing Oblivion” opens already unglued, the drums smashing away and fueling a relentless assault that won’t quit. Riffs torch as the growls wrench, the playing speeding up and punching back, the guitars turning guts inside out, a calculated beating disappearing into a feedback halo. “Charred” feels doomier and darker, stretching as moody leads turn vicious, a haunting turn blackening skies. Guitars race as the howls engulf, melodies hypnotizing and drowning into filth. Closer “Doubt and the Void” bludgeons, growls creaking over a bone-breaking pace, guitars lathering as noise causes brush burns. The playing goes off as growls stiffen, guitars blazing as the relentless pace keeps blackening eyes. Numbing power sets in as wild howls race into the night, the drums streak blood, and the guitars churn and smoke the senses.

Avmakt certainly are in a good place at Peaceville, where like-minded Darkthrone can watch over this budding band that makes a fiery first impression on “Satanic Inversion Of…” Again, it’s not that these guys have aped their heroes by any means, but they do carry the same raw aggression and incendiary black metal but with their own devious charm. This is a stellar debut, once that might benefit from a bit of editing but is promising nonetheless.  

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

To buy the album, go here: https://usa-peaceville.myshopify.com/

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

There are more times than I care to admit where I wish I could put myself on pause and basically opt out of the events currently going on or what’s likely to unfurl before us. I don’t like being irritated and disgusted all the time, and while I could give myself a break and stop paying attention to the world, that really would not be that productive.

Teeth’s third record “The Will of Hate” encompasses all of those feelings storming in our heads and bodies as the world continues to regress to something that, mentally, is becoming less and less livable all the time. Over 11 tracks and 39 minutes, the band—vocalists/guitarists Erol Ulug and Justin Moore, bassist Peter King, drummer Alejandro Aranda—strikes early and often, piledriving you with a barrage that never gives you time to come up for air. That frustration over facing the cruelty and disgust smeared all over our existences is palpable, and with each song that blasts by, the bitter taste in your mouth gets more and more pronounced.

“Blight” opens in a barrage of fury, growls plastering, and a temporary pullback lets a haze into the room later consuming as the pace trucks harder. Guitars fold as the viciousness floods over, coming to a fully brutal finish. “Loathe” hangs in humidity as the growls lace, the playing bludgeons, and all hell is unleashed. Sinister sentiments sink in their teeth as the growls darken skies, and the battering buries bodies in rubble. “Prison” churns and drills, muddy and gutting playing making tracking tough, the guitars laying waste as the temperatures rise. A pummeling charge strikes as leads melt over top, the searing heat becoming too much to handle. “Pray” clubs as the growls retch, sooty playing meeting with moodier leads, the entire force then absolutely savaging. Growls curdle as the earth shakes, smashing faces and smearing blood. “Shiver” is sinewy, the temperatures rising and suffocating, vicious growls swirling into a haze. The playing continues to rupture blood vessels as a calculated fury floods with carnage at the end.

“Apparition” is muddy and heavy, the violence continuing in full, smothering and thrashing with ill intent. Guitars heat up as the tempo staggers and slurs, a fiery solo warping the final moments. “Writhe” disorients from the start, growls bubbling as the mangling fury becomes impossible to shake, blowtorch intensity melting faces and increasing the heat. The devastation only spreads from there, weighing down on mind and body as things come to a crushing finish. “Seethe” has a mind-altering blast out front, the playing frying brains even as the guitars create something of a fog. Growls add to the menace as the final screws drive forcefully into place. “Churn” opens with punishing growls and the assault destroying, riffs spiraling and drilling into the ground, a steamier aura rising out of that. The guitars take charge as the heat simmers, stabbing to a gutting end. “Realm” has guitars churning as the assault decimates, the weight trudging hard and with certainty, the growls contributing to the slaughter. Internal forces and vicious tenacity re-enter the fray, leaving everything down a path to hell. Closer “Devour” lives up to its name even after starting with a gasp of calm, but it’s not long before every element tears apart flesh and muscle, a hammering fury leading the way. Howls curdle as the guitars take over, glazing and melting, fading out into an eternity of suffering.

There really are times when consciousness is an insult to our being, and Teeth capture that perfectly, violently with “The Will of Hate.” These 11 songs feel like they batter into each other, often seeming like a single diatribe against the forces that continually ail us and make us wonder what the purpose is of handling endless bullshit every day. This is a channeled, smothering display that never relents, barely breathes, and at helps you realize you’re not the only person continually wallowing in a sea of utter bullshit.

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This is not a complaint, but there is so much good death metal out there that it’s sometimes really hard to know where to place your concentration. Doing a site like this one, I listen to so much new stuff each week, that sometimes it’s hard to get things to stick to my brain for long enough to matter. It’s a good problem to have.

Speaking of which, Canadian death explorers Gutvoid recently floored us with their 2022 debut “Durance of Lightless Horizons,” which was enough proof we needed that we had a new beast with which to contend. They’ve returned with a 4-track, 31-minute mini-album “Breathing Obelisk” that shows they’ve maintained their base and added some new elements and more spacious power to take their game to the next level. This vicious quartet—vocalist/guitarist Brendan Dean, guitarist Daniel Bonofiglio, bassist Justin Boehm, drummer D.W. Lee—adds more cosmic and psychologically challenging strains to what they already did so well, making their world that much more realized.

“Swamp Consumed” tingles when it opens, burly pounding and crushing growls immediately making pressure a factor, savagery and power uniting. Swollen death explodes as beastly hell is unleashed, trudging over bodies and blood on its way to lathering leads that aim to mangle. Guitars glisten as the playing adds bruising, slowly dripping into the void. “For We Are Many” has a raucous start, spattering and coughing up blood, death blistering over a filthy pace. The attack wrecks psyches as the guitars strengthen their grip, pushing into aggressive, lapping waters, rippling into a hypnotic fade. “When The Living Dome Opens” is cosmic and gashing, growls digging as the playing expands into your mind, the leads scorching just as things turn mystical. The wrecking almost feels personal as the guitars go off and breathe flames, smearing before turning temporarily chilling, soothing before the thorns dig in again. The playing teeters between freezing and molten, punishing to a drubbing end. Closer “Shodar” blinds, beastly growls flexing, tricky guitars making brains spin in skulls, an electric jolting running through the mid-section. A fiery blast melts as monstrous growls swallow flesh and bone whole, scathing guitars salting open wounds, the ground rumbling as everything comes to a smoking end.

While it may be a mini-serving from Gutvoid, “Breathing Obelisk” provides plenty of fodder for any death/doom patron who still likes to be overstuffed no matter the size of the recording. The band is delving deeper into uglier, yet more fascinating terrain, refusing to stay put in their own lane and bringing in other influences and madness surrounding them. This four-track crusher is convincing proof the band’s promising debut wasn’t an illusion, and the band should only morph further from here next time they commit tracks to tape.

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