Often, I spend the evenings of my workdays enjoying a fine marijuana product in order to relax and prepare my body for sleep, something it’s not actually terrible at doing but doesn’t always serve me as I wished it would. The deeper I get, the more I want music surrounding me, stuff that can be there as I contemplate and imagine, something that stimulates creativity and thought as I prepare to recharge.

I doubt Aaron Turner had that in mind when he went to work to create “To Speak,” but it’s a perfect record for what I described. This third effort of solo guitar experimentation from the man whose fingerprints are all over modern heavy music from his work with ISIS, Old Man Gloom, Sumac, and so many other projects, is an introspective and mentally stimulating record that really needs multiple visits to fully take in the entire thing. When I mention in the open this music has been great for altered mental states, understand that doesn’t mean wasted. It means a time when the mind is operating and thinking on a different plane, a productive one, and having music like this to enhance that experience is so valuable. By the way, when Turner entered the studio with producer Randall Dunn, he had nothing. This music was created in spontaneous fashion, improvised magic that was left mostly as is in the final product, and that is stunning to realize that something this powerful was drafted from scratch.

“Firelight” opens with sounds humming before the playing rumbles, strings thumped and plucked. Noise picks up and sizzles, making your core vibrate, your senses blur, and then the final gasps leave you electrified. The title track begins in a haze of doom drone, punching through and dining on interference, the sounds making it feel like you’re in the middle of a roaring furnace. Glorious leads begin to spill generously, the intensity picks up and drives, and the sizzling burns a new path with visions never consumed before. Fires gust, things feel more beastly, and the power gently fades into the air. “Granny’s Pendalgue” runs 10:12 and is moody and introspective as it begins, dreamy noise piercing your mind. Guitars swarm and create a strange ambiance, noise stretches and slurs, and everything stomps in a drunken haze, stepping into primitive terrain. The pressure builds one final time, the world feels like it implodes, and the rubbles gathers all around you.

“An Unpleasant Gravity” trudges through space and time, strings are struck with agitation, and then it seers into your mind. Guitars spit static and tangle with its surroundings, jolting to its end. “Wingehaven Decension” is the longest cut at 14:15, and it dawns in a light rumble, almost as if a storm is just beginning, and in a way, it is. Cosmic light quivers and moves through the skies, strange auras open up before your eyes, and your head is surrounded by sounds that make every one of your cells react. It then sounds like a giant craft is landing, the playing cuts through your dreams, and the beastly fire fades.  “Brittle Expectancy” enters amid chiming guitars before charges bolt, clean shimmers and melodies mixing together. Electro zaps make your brain short out, sounds scream through the clouds, and the last blasts strike and fade. Closer “A Deep and Instant Regret” starts as a static storm with the guitars shaking bones and the charges pushing into your comfort zone. Punches are thrown and absorbed in the dark, guitars collect and scoff, and the last scrapes drain the last of your life force.

Entering the sessions that resulted in “To Speak” with nothing but time, it’s almost incomprehensible considering what Turner created spontaneously on his third solo record. This is an album that has many perfect settings for its consumption, but probably the best is alone, in the dark, maybe if you’re a little high, just taking time to exist and align with yourself again. This is an imaginative, cosmic collection that finds ways to rewire your mind in ways you never thought possible.

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

To buy the album, go here: https://aaronbturner.bandcamp.com/album/to-speak

Or here: https://www.trost.at/aaron-turner-to-speak.html

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

And here: https://www.trost.at/

Life being what’s it’s been as of late, meaning the last several years, putting on music that is barbaric and completely here to unhinge you and everyone else around you is something that becomes more welcome by the passing rotten day. Death metal always comes to the rescue in those times, and holy shit, if it hasn’t been there to clean up our blood and tears once again.

I don’t imagine Danish death machine Chaotian had calming nerves in mind when they went into business, put out a few well-respected smaller releases, and planted the seeds for their destructive debut offering “Effigies of Obsolescence,” but here we are, using their music as catharsis. Just the way it wasn’t intended. Anyway, everything comes apart and destroys with shrapnel on this seven-track bruiser, a record that goes full throttle for your throat and refuses to relent. The band—vocalist/guitarist Søren Willatzen, bassist Jonas Grønborg, drummer/vocalist Andreas Nordgreen—make the most of the path of devastation they’re on, leaving bodies and ashes behind, their concern for who they’ve maimed registering at an all-time low.

“Gangrene Dream” starts the record with eerie noises spreading and a mysterious void opening before the hammers drop, and the bass absolutely melts. The playing chugs and smears while the growls devour you alive, the guitars frying your brain waves. The atmosphere is humid and nasty, the guitars firing off as the earth beneath you crumbles. “Into Megatopheth” is a gargantuan force, the growls crushing as the guitar work makes your blood race. The aura is molten and cataclysmic, the drums jackhammer, and misery enters hell, pummeling to the end. The title cut brings horrific screams and guitars unloading all their weight as the pace explodes. The leads are blinding as the tempo warps time, tangling with vicious power as the blood drains completely.

“Adipocere Feast” lights up immediately and packs a thrashy edge, the deep growls feeling seismic and dangerous. Guitars catch fire as the band unleashes panic and relentless power that lasts until it finally expires. “Etched Shadows” feels doomy as hell at the start, splattering with tenacity and bringing infernal chaos. The striking slows as a gloomy section sinks in, and then the hellish wails crawl into the blood, sending off jolts that scorch the sky. “Fustuarium” is an onslaught that packs bending bass and sooty guitars that add to the bruising. The low end shows muscle, making things uglier and more oppressive, scathing vocals leaving burns on your chest. Closer “Festering Carcinolith” stabs into the scene as the guitars explode, and the mauling tempo grabs you by the throat. There’s no relent whatsoever, the bass snarls, and the playing chugs with ferocity, slowly bleeding away and leaving broken bodies behind.

Chaotian make their case for violence early and often on their smothering debut record “Effigies of Obsolescence,” a destructive and evident display of their brand of death metal madness. This record maims over and over again, and there’s zero downtime on this thing as you’re put to the test from beginning to end. This Danish force is the real deal, and this is a striking first display that will knock you on your ass.

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

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

Or here: https://www.mesacounojo.com/vinyl-cds-merch/

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

And here: https://www.mesacounojo.com/

Since the beginning of heavy metal’s lifespan, there has been suspicion over the government and those who control people and what they’re allowed to do. The medium has long lashed back as societal and political corruption and abuse by those in control, and as we work our way through the 2020s, those topics remain as rich as ever, and even more so now that some power structures are out of control.

For Ukrainian black metal band White Ward, who has seen the impacts of oppression and bloodshed firsthand, they were only too eager to visit that and other touchpoints that have ignited segments of society on their excellent third full-length “False Light.” If you’re already familiar with the band, you realize the black metal tag is merely a base as they spread beyond that to include elements of jazz, post rock, prog, and plenty of other colors. This album lyrically focuses on, to quote their bio, government-sanctioned murders, imminent environmental catastrophes, police brutality, domestic abuse, the psychic emptiness of cities, falsity of modern mainstream culture, and ill-effects of overconsumption. Those subjects are violently relevant, and the band—vocalist/bassist/lyricist Andrii Pechatkin , guitarist/vocalist Yurii Kazarian, guitarist Mykola Previr, drummer Ievgen Karamushko, sax player Dima Dudko—also takes inspiration from novel Intermezzo, by Ukrainian author Mykhailo Kotsubinsky, as well works by Kerouac and Jung. They also get contributions from other musicians including guest vocalists Vitaliy Havrilenko, Jay Gambit (Crowhurst, Execution Mask), Adam Symonds (Latitudes); trumpet player Jerome Burns; double bass player Yaroslav Tovarianskyi; and Mykola Lebed (Ghost Cities, Selma, etc.) on piano and Rhodes piano.

“Leviathan” is the beefy 13:17-long opener that properly sets the pace for what’s ahead. The playing punches through after noises swirl over the first minute, shrieks tearing your muscles apart. Sax sets in and creates added cloud coverage, elegant power unfurls its wings, and clean vocals bellow and make your blood rush. Sax gusts, the power crushes, and the final moments bleed into the earth. “Salt Paradise” is a severe changeup, an Americana-styled track with Gambit adding his gravelly, dusty voice to power this along and add even more rustic character to a highlight of this album. Sax blends in as the dust collects, then jazzy playing cools your wounds as sunburnt melodies pass. “Phoenix” runs 10:49 and starts with cosmic keys and breezy sax, the guitars lighting up and blinding your vision. Things tear open as the shrieks attack, and a breakdown hammers but also explodes with life. The vocals crush as the pace encircles, plastering with savagery and later into gothy waters, clean singing jolting your spine. The playing then melts into spacey keys, and a voice sample rightfully scolds us for what we’ve let happen to the earth. “Silence Circles” basks in keys and monstrous intensity, the sax adding some coolness to the volatile heat. Clean singing bellows as the ground ruptures, the guitars chomping at the bit, the drums crushing, and the elegant haze lingering and fading.

“Echoes in Eternity” is a brief instrumental with keys rolling in, the sax acting as an evening breeze, and jazzy basslines quivering, moving toward “Cronus” that’s another place for the band to take on unexpected shades. Gothy singing swells with darkness, filling your heart with pain, remaining balmy until the whole thing is torn apart. The playing soars as the drumming explodes, the doors coming off like they were devoured by a storm. The growls settle in and rupture, the atmospheric pressure builds dangerously, and the drums splatter as the final minute settle into the earth. The 14:43-long title track dawns in a synth/sax cloud cover feeling like the gentle moments of early morning. It’s not long until the playing comes apart and slaughters, unloading and taking apart worlds, often pulling back to let serenity into the room before the next attack. Snarling soloing takes over, then clean singing and sax enter, changing the temperature temporarily before everything is flattened again. Vicious growls strike as the land beneath you crumbles, keys emerge, and liturgical chants lead the track into the land of souls. Closer “Downfall” is an instrumental finish with keys gliding, sax echoing, and a voice playing with the origins of sin, the scourge of obedience, and the final drops leaving your mind wandering.

White Ward have been an ambitious band never completely tied to the tenets of black metal or any other metallic subgenre, and they flex that muscle further than ever before on “False Light.” This record is a jam packed 66 minutes that has so many twists and turns, avenues you never expect them to take, and a spirit that their peers in all of metal should envy. This band never fails to make every emotion inside you explode, and somehow, they manage to top themselves on the finest work of their career.

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

To buy the album (North America), 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/

Even as it gets warmer here in the United States and pleasant weather has retuned, it can’t truly obscure all of the pain and misery that still surrounds us and the torment that lives in the psyches of so many. It’s harrowing and depressing, almost like ashes are constantly on the air, coating our lungs with blackness, making it feel impossible to move forward.

Fittingly, UK death-doom crushers Consecration named their third record “Cinis,” taken from the Latin term for “cold ashes” and constantly intertwining itself with death. It’s a fitting title for this nine-track, 58-minute monster that drags you through the darkest elements of life and makes you confront every downfall. The band—vocalist Daniel Bollans, guitarists Liam Houseago and Andy Matthews, bassist Shane Amies, drummer Jorge Figueiredo—comes on like a million earths piled upon your chest, squeezing every bit of oxygen from you, making it feel like a hopeless cause. The band also is joined by Benediction frontman Dave Ingram on a special guest vocal spot, and the sound production was handed over to the mighty Greg Chandler (Esoteric, Lychgate), who presents this band in its dankest light.

“The Dweller in the Tumulus” is the 8:20-long opener, the playing chugging as Bollans’ growls crawl menacingly toward you. The haze continues to build and oppress as the growls carve into flesh, and cavernous playing makes the pain seem even more spacious. Guitars then take off and scorch as the playing blasts to a volatile finish. “Ground to Ashes (A Cremulation)” mauls as the growls bleed, and evil cackling eats away at your wounds. The pace catches fire as the playing mashes digits, the leads blare, and the wrenching growls add more pressure and make submission the only means of survival. “Embrace of Perpetual Mourning” is the longest track, running 11:01 and beginning with clean guitars washing over everything. Sorrow wells up heavily as whispered growls plod, and ominous melody mixes with a collecting blood pool at your feet. Calculated riffs let the slow burn feel even stronger, the melodies cascade, and the power levels, leaving everything in dust. “A Dying Wish” is a brief interlude with glimmering guitars and floating energy that hovers above your head.

“These Fleeting Memories” is a 9:20-long pounder that starts with growls engulfing and the guitars boiling, slowly blazing a path. The guttural pace leans into the shadows, then melody floods as the soloing ignites, smearing blood over the surface of the earth. Finally, a dose of aggression is doled out as the playing blisters viciously, the vocals going for your guts. “The Charnel House” brings snarling guitars and fast, crunchy playing, letting the fires develop. Grime and death metal savagery combine as the viciousness multiplies and leaves everything in ashes. “A Sentient Haunting” delivers moody guitars and an attack that drubs with precision and muscle, the skies melting around you. Psyche strangeness and stabbing power become one, the guitars light up dangerously, and everything hulks to a depressing finish. “Unto the Earth Bethralled” is a hefty 9:22 and punches its way in, the grisly vocals adding a deep dose of corrosion. The track trudges heavily as it slips into colder waters and thick haze, mystical strangeness flooding and threatening. Growls mar as the playing picks up the pace, everything wrenching your blood and bones mercilessly. “In Loving Abandonment” is a closing instrumental track that lets clean guitars tangle, letting delicate darkness leave their fingerprints behind.

Consecration’s stranglehold on death-flavored doom flows over the rim on “Cinis,” their masterfully crafted third record. This is one of those experiences where you feel every bit of these 58 minutes because it’s impossible to avoid the pressure and intensity of this attack that reminds you that you aren’t well in body and spirit. This is arguably their finest record yet, a planet colliding with planet and leaving nothing but pain, misery, and inescapable trauma behind.   

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/Consecration666

To buy the album (North America), go here: https://redefiningdarknessrecords.limitedrun.com/

Or here: https://redefiningdarkness.8merch.com/

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

Heavy metal is designed to make you feel things, and that can involve a variety of reactions both positive and negative. When it comes to black metal, the majority of the music is there to trigger negativity and hatred, filling you with madness that inflames the worst parts of ourselves. It’s kind of an unwritten rule that you’re supposed to walk away miserable, but who decided that anyway?

Minneapolis black metal duo Inexorum doesn’t seem terribly interested in following any of these standards, and since their start, they’ve delivered melodic power that actually makes you feel positive energy. It’s not like the band—vocalist/guitarist/keyboardist/programmer Carl Skildum, bassist/vocalist Matthew Kirkwold—doesn’t include negative ideas in their music, because they’re definitely there. But they don’t submit to that energy and instead instill their music with that power that bleeds heavily into their excellent third album “Equinox Vigil.” The band’s melodies just explode and take you with them, and the music is so goddamn catchy and energetic, you can’t help but feel revived and electric when it’s all over. On this album, the band is joined by guests Tanner Anderson (Obsequiae) and keyboard player d.notive to help flesh out these creations and add even more texture to these infectious songs.

“Creation Myth” explodes to life with the riffs supercharging, unloading undeniable energy. Grim shrieks rain down as Skildum howls, “We came from nowhere! Formed in cataclysm, grasped in fragments,” as the playing is raucous and melodic, and the track races to a huge end. The title track feels humid as it starts before the gas pedal is jammed through the floor, and things are catchy and fiery. “When everything has changed,” Skildum wails, “Will I find my way home?” as thunderous playing washes over everything, clean singing rises and shows a different shade, and the final moments blast through your chest. “Until There’s Nothing Left” is daring and fast, the pace mashing bones and flesh, shrieks hammering as the playing rockets through the stars. The drums maul as some coarser screams make their way in, exploding with energy before washing into a mythical bath. “Dark Sky Sanctuary” has guitars firing up right away, unloading as the guitars surge with force. The chorus ignites as the playing lathers with electricity, the tempo races hard, and the leads and clean singing end the song in the heart of a scathing fire.

“Secret Language” is cut from the same frenetic cloth as what preceded it, though it pulls back just a bit to let things breathe. There is great emotion, and the leads get your heart rate up as the playing blinds and decimates, spilling adrenaline before disappearing into time. “Memoriae Sacrum” brings savage drumming as the speed spirals into your heart, and the chorus once again brings everything to life, which this band never fails to do. Synth glaze cools the flesh, the guitars go off, and everything zips past the horizon. “On the Last Day” fades in from mystery before it rushes forward, bringing a great surge you can feel physically and mentally. Cool proggy synth moves in and makes the vibe more challenging as the intensity continues to build. Things calm for a brief gasp before the guitars awaken and smash, and the final moments leave ample bruising. Closer “Such Impossible Sights” brings a great mix of all the elements baked into this record as the drums explode, the riffs soar, and hearty clean singing takes the lead over another rousing chorus. The band manages to find another gear as the power thrusts toward you, the vocals wrench and surge, and dramatic guitars add a thick glaze that fills your mind and body.

It’s impossible to listen to an Inexorum record and not feel your heart rate climb appreciably, but in a good way where you feel energy spread to every muscle. “Equinox Vigil” is another masterful dose of melodic black metal from this duo that has yet to present a disappointing moment over the course of three awesome records. There’s still plenty of darkness packed into this album, but if you are hoping to find a black metal record willing to let you wallow in your misery, this isn’t it. Inexorum remain a relentless life force that refuses to ever give in or surrender.

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

To buy the album (vinyl to come), go here: https://gileadmedia.net/collections/pre-orders

For more on the label go, here: https://gileadmedia.net/

It’s been said before, but let’s go again: Black metal is an impossible area in which to rise above the millions of bands vying for attention, and I’m convinced some artists aren’t even concerned about that. There are those who do excel, and likely it’s because they’re not trying to adhere to some sort of code, and those are the ones that create visceral experiences you don’t forget.

French black metal force Esoctrilihum, the creation of lone member Asthâghul, is one of those that has carved out a permanent section of black metal only it can inhabit, and it’s been that way from the start. They’re back with their delirious seventh record “Consecration of the Spiritüs Flesh,” easily the heaviest and most violent of the project’s eight-year run. It’s also insane Asthâghul has been so prolific over that stretch and has created such miasmal and labyrinth-creating chaos that no one ever will catch up sonically or mentally. Yet, here he is, and this album also is the shortest of the band’s run, clocking in at seven tracks and almost 41 minutes, every one of them impossibly volatile.

“Spiritüs Flesh” smears itself open as machine-gun drumming destroys, and wild howls pierce your psyche. The pace is punishing as everything comes apart, Asthâghul’s shrieks get into your bloodstream, and then things jackhammer again, strangling as everything drains out. “Thertrh” delivers igniting guitars and power that overwhelms, your mind flayed as you struggle to get a grip on reality. The playing is blinding and crazed as strange guitars blister, immersing you fully in its alien atmosphere. “Shohih” erupts and goes right for you, pushing the air from your lungs. Creaking yells meld with the relentless pace, and then growls engorge as beastly hell spreads across the earth. Strange melodies work their way into the mix, defacing with violence and speed. Shrieks continue to add to the trauma as the playing blasts into the ground, and whispery calls combine with hypnosis to finish you.

“Tharseîdhon” dawns in the midst of thrashy chaos and vicious shrieks that add insult to injury. Guitars stab as the drumming gets more propulsive, the force hammers, and eerie bells send devastating chills that melt you. “Scaricide” tears open as the playing clobbers, the gurgling growls making their way toward your comfort zone. The drums combust as the guitar work tangles and screams, plastering with a force impossible to top. Tornadic winds make standing a pointless act, the heat begins to rise, and strange forces cut in and make the room spin out of control. “Sydtg” unloads with ferocity, bringing a storm that makes your path that much more unstable. The vocals mangle as melodies entrance, keys wash over, and a gothy coldness makes its presence felt. Waters boil over and burn flesh as creaky vocals and fierce madness draw things to a close. “Aath” is the closer, teasing with noise and bringing strange tidings before the playing trudges into a disarming aura. Sections of slow-driving playing later get blended by speed and tenacity, howls peel back your flesh, and speed arrives and tears things to shreds. Drums explode, noise mars and tears flesh, and the crazed damage finally burns out into the sky.

In a flooded black metal kingdom, it’s nearly impossible to stand out as something truly unique, but Asthâghul never fails to do so with his Esoctrilihum project. “Consecration of the Spiritüs Flesh” represents the most terrifying, negativistic music of this band’s entire run, its shortest, most to-the-point record ever where every moment feels hazardous to your mental health.  Esoctrilihum records always stand out, always stimulate the darkest cells in the body, and this album follows in that deadly path with a newfound bloodlust.

For more on the band, go here: https://www.facebook.com/people/Esoctrilihum/100027310076900/

To buy the album, go here: http://i-voidhanger.com/shop/

For more on the label go, here: http://i-voidhanger.com/

The shadows have been brooding for much longer than before we had our lives overtaken by a virus, but that period of time has let the torment truly sink in, making some of us wonder how we got here. Social media is a poison, there remain those who let blind hatred dictate their every step, and societal chaos has opened up a lot of eyes but also multiplied the blackness in many people’s hearts.

It’s hard to find true catharsis or a way to alleviate some of the pressure building up in your own mind, but luckily that isn’t impossible to achieve. Pittsburgh doom power Horehound aren’t here to make those problems go away, but their killer third record “Collapse” can act as a friend in arms, guiding you to see the worst of humanity but also provide you the power to work your way out of that madness. The band—vocalist/synth player Shy Kennedy, guitarist Brendan Parrish, bassist Russ Johnson, drummer Dan Moore—unleash their darkest, most ferocious music of their entire run, identifying with the pain and suffering around us all but also standing defiant against those forces. They also will be appearing on the second night of the fourth Descendants of Crom fest, which finally returns after a very understandable two-year layoff back to Cattivo in the Lawrenceville section of Pittsburgh Friday and Saturday. The full lineup, set times, and ticket info is at the bottom. DoC always is a good time with a wide variety of bands that offers something for every heavy music fan no matter where your preferences lie.

“Hiraeth” kicks off with heavy blows landed, going into darkness as Kennedy’s vocals come in deeper, and sultrier than ever before. The guitars snake and snarl as growls rip into the flesh, Kennedy wailing, “There is really nothing left, everything (has) been said, everything (has) been done,” as the sludge increases. Psyche-washed guitars bubble as everything builds into a fog and comes to a pummeling end. “Godful” is a beast, foreboding and stalking, Kennedy slicing, “Our lies are worse than our very own doom, you might consider just returning to the womb,” before barking, “Run! Get out!” The track turns grisly and balmy, showing off some of the heaviest stuff this band ever has conjured, continuing to increase the pressure before finally showing some mercy. “Sword on Fire” arrives amid galloping guitars and doomy steam, Kennedy’s growls hissing with venom. The punishment increases as time goes on, the guitars numb your brain as you melt down inside, and then the pace speeds ahead as it blares and bleeds to a fiery finish.

“The Agent” comes to life with the bass playing buzzing, the drums kicking in, and Kennedy smoothly leveling with, “You want to pretend that you are not going to die, but we’re all going to die.” The song eventually gets chunkier and heavier as ominous clouds hang overheard, threatening your safety. “The Rebirth” emerges with thick synth work and the tempo slowly dripping, bringing solemnity before the ground begins to rumble. Punches land as Kennedy jabs, “We live, we live, we destroy everything,” as her shrieks do damage to your mental well-being, the tempo pounding away. The guitars cut and curve, creating unexpected paths, and then the fire bleeds into static and the final gust of synth. Closer “Dying Gaia” brings portentous riffs and growls that wrestle with clean singing for supremacy. “Be! Don’t be! You’re going to die, is it today?” Kennedy teases before she cries, “Die!” with full throat. The bass continues to crumble the earth as the playing begins its slow ascent into the stars, final psyche lightning bolts landing and burning their mark into the earth.

This is Horehound’s darkest hour, which only makes sense since we’re still basking in the oppressive shadows of pestilence and death, and our psyches are forever shaken. “Collapse” is a document of its time, the punchiest and most volatile record this band has created to date, almost as if they’ve chosen to take on their darkest sides in order to survive. The record will claw your heart and torch you mind, and you’ll go along willingly to try to shake free from demons that have become far too resilient.

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

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

Descendants of Crom lineup:

Friday

Makeshift Urn 7:45 PM
Pillars 8:30 PM
Heavy Temple 9:15 PM
Howling Giant 10:00 PM
Ironflame 10:45 PM

Saturday

We, the Creature 4:45 PM
Quiet Man 5:20 PM
Tel 5:55 PM
The Long Hunt 6:30 PM
Witching 7:05 PM
Foehammer 7:40 PM
Horehound 8:15 PM
Rebreather 8: 50PM
Bridesmaid 9:25 PM
Horseburner 10:00 PM
Orodruin 10:45 PM

To get tickets, go here: https://checkout.eventcreate.com/dociv/select-buy

For more on the fest, go here: https://blackseedservices.com/DOC-IV/

For more on the venue, go here: https://cattivopgh.com/

Surely plenty of people are tired of talking about how humanity has been impacted the past two years, and that’s not just including a pandemic that still lives. You can tell that by people’s lack of willingness to help out other people or to even acknowledge a health crisis even existed. That bled into politics, of course, as well as our societal relations, and we remain in a state of disrepair and stupidity.

Pittsburgh doom metal vets Deathwhite did have their eyes and minds open over this tumultuous period, and that bleeds into their powerful third record “Grey Everlasting,” a title that pretty much tells you all you need to know. This anonymous band—there are four shrouded figures in their promo photo—unload their desolate, yet melodic energy into these 11 tracks and 48 minutes, enshrouding you in a shocking reality that appears to have no mercy for us. Yet there also is a survival mode threaded into these songs, fronts that allow us to build up a strong callous as we continually face the most depressing and destructive period of most of our lives.

“Nihil” gets things started, a quick synth-driven intro that spreads elegance and sorrow, rolling into “Earthtomb” that actually throws some unexpected punches to your skull. Aggressive mists spread and bring strong singing and more keys that increase the pressure, the chorus rushing back and closing out on the track. “No Thought or Memory” brings lush singing and a chugging pace, pulling the levers and bringing the storm clouds. “No thought or memory, you cease to be,” is called out, elevating the pain, and then the fire spreads. Blood rushes, the chorus envelopes again, and the track drains out into gothy terrain. “Quietly, Suddenly” takes some time to establish an ambiance, and the dreariness grows larger, creating a shadow in the room, and even when the power strikes, you can’t avoid the cold emotion. “Death, so suddenly,” is belted, leaving the song in a puddle. The title track slowly dawns with vulnerable singing and the music chiming, your anxiety growing by the second. There’s a slight ’80s Euro pop feel to some of the track, adding a different texture, and then the crawling grimness finally lets you be. “White Sleep” is punishing right away, stomping through mud, giving off deathrock vibes that add to the murkiness. “I hear nothing, I am no one,” does nothing to quell the hurt as the balmy weather buries hearts in the soil.

“Immemorial” is introduced by drums pacing and the bass plodding, the guitars burning pathways in the sky. The vocals bellow as acoustics rain, hisses push, and the playing keeps unloading until you can take no more. “Formless” has guitars erupting and the moody pace growing more oppressive as it goes. The hopelessness smears salty tears in your mouth, and the admission of, “And no one sees the sun,” leaves everything in abject darkness. “So We Forget” takes its time establishing itself, the drums pushing, and the sad wails of, “To never see again, to never feel again,” making a heavy impact on your psyche. The playing begins to hit harder and faster plowing through and ending in dank dampness. “Blood and Ruin” melts into the room, the haze getting thicker and harder to navigate. The playing wrenches as the heaviness increases, making breathing harder and less interesting. “Asunder” ends the album with finger-tapped playing soaring as the solemn singing delivers the sentiment, “Desolation, holding on forever.” If you were hoping things would get brighter from here, you’d be a fool as bleakness folds in on you, the sentiments burns, ending on the call of, “Liberation is only a breath away.”

Deathwhite’s stranglehold on melodic doom darkness and their willingness to expose all of their wounds hits a high point on “Grey Everlasting.” This is a 48-minute session of staring your emotional demons in the face, and part of that battle is accepting your vulnerability and lack of control of that so you can find other ways to thrive. This is music that could break someone, and hearing it play out in such infectious fashion is intimidating.

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Thrash metal is one of the strangest wings of heavy metal’s expansive estate, a style that kind of peaked three decades ago and really hasn’t regained any momentum. The pioneers of the sound still are the primary drivers, and while there have been new bands that have come around since then, not a whole lot of them have gained any traction.

But that’s not to suggest it can’t be done, and Winnipeg thrashers Besieged have proved that again with their punishing new record “Violence Beyond Reason,” a seven-track destroyer that feeds from the sound’s roots and remains true to the source of nourishment. It’s also their first album in 12 long years, finally following up 2010’s “Victims Beyond All Help” with this formidable barnstormer that maintains the band’s penchant for speedy, raucous goodness that satisfies that thrash metal sweet tooth. The band—vocalist/guitarist Nolan Smit, bassist Nick Tober, drummer Tristan Smit—has force, charisma, and just enough violent tendencies to contribute to thrash’s rich history and keep the sound alive and well for many more years to come. Someone has to do it. Might as well be Besieged.

“Last Chance” rips open with the leads rampaging and the speed becoming a factor as the vocals feel fully barked, kind of reminding of Shadows Fall’s Brian Fair, which is a compliment. The track is aggressive and nasty, the riffs trudging hard, and the chorus sounding like something fun to yell back in a live setting. “Paragons of Brutality” blasts in as the guitars get to the races, and the drums feel like they’re trying to take apart cities. Raspy howls blacken eyes as the playing is fluid as it attacks, the guitars chugging and spitting fire. The heat increases as the soloing takes charge and amplifies, everything spilling into the title track where the guitars wail and blister. Words are spat out as the speed hits a reckless level, then hell is ignited as the speed limit is roundly mocked with everything ending suddenly.

“Path to Defy” crushes as the playing slashes through your mind, then the speed picks up and makes the ride increasingly more dangerous. The vocals splatter as the intensity multiplies, the low end mauls, and the final moments make sure they stomp violently on your neck. “One World Coma” bursts in as cool, shimmery guitars emit a breeze, and the rumbling makes your footing uncertain at best. The guitars pick up and charge the gates, while heavy energy brings the walls crashing down. “Descent Into Despotism” crashes and smashes right away, raspy howls drive their proverbial knee into your chin, and chugging guitars increase, causing your heart rate to skyrocket. Strong soloing gives off thick steam as the playing thrashes violently before ripping off into a vortex. “Testaments” is the closer and brings a heavy does of thrash and vocals that give a whiplash effect as you try to hold on to something steady. Morbid speaking creaks as the guitars unload with force, rushing with vocals that bruise bones and a smashing finish that leaves nothing behind but pain.

Thrash has had such a strange past couple decades as this style that once was so prevalent has struggled to make a proper impact. Bands such as Besieged not only have a stranglehold on the sound and feel, but “Violence Beyond Reason” can be a reason why the subgenre thrives again and listeners get a proper smashing to wake them up to this approach. This is a fun, punishing album that makes me think of my own formation as a fan of thrash and gives me hope it can live and dominate all over again.

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

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We tend to group bands into specific categories when it comes to heavy metal because we need a way to organize them in our brains and make it easier to explain to someone if they ask what a particular artist’s sound is like. We also kind of expect bands to remain in those buckets and keep making the same type of art they always have, and for the most part, that’s what happens.

Ocean City, MD, trio Yatra have become know for their gnarly, punishing brand of doom metal that they spread over three full-length albums from 2019 through 2020. Yes, they’ve been rather prolific in that short window. But the earth had been shifting under them, and now they’re back with “Born Into Chaos,” their first for Prosthetic and their steep turn toward death metal. If you really had been paying attention to the band’s development musically, this can’t be a huge surprise. Things have been getting uglier as the band—vocalist/guitarist Dana Helmuth, bassist Maria Geisbert, drummer Sean Lafferty—has turned the screws ever so slowly and ratcheted up the power. These eight tracks that spread over more than 38 minutes do optimal damage and deliver a more menacing beast that is lurking over you and getting ready to drive in the blade.  

“Death Cantation” gets started with riffs swirling and vicious growls touching down, immediately and forcefully letting you know things have changed. The playing guts as the power grows, and then the band slowly mauls before the leads light up, and everything comes to a snarling end. The title track lathers with more riffs and a hellish pace with a simple, yet effective chorus tearing through ribcages. The playing turns ugly in a hurry, boiling with heat and pressure with Helmuth wailing, “Baptized in blood!” as you’re trampled underfoot. “Wrath of the Warmaster” pulverizes in a hurry, pounding away as demonic howls rattle the walls. Some black metal elements make the aura scarier, and chaos spreads its wings, darkening skies as the relentless pace robs you of breath. “Terminate By the Sword” delivers a jerky tempo that sludges along, and then things pick up as things grow more volatile. The band goes back and forth from storming to calculating, speed coming in bursts, and Helmuth howling, “Termination! By sword!” as the track slips into the dark.

“Reign of Terror” arrives with splattering guitars and playing that feels like it rams your head off the walls. The approach flattens as the soloing lights up and causes blinding flashes, then things turn sooty and mean, the growls doing ample damage. “Terrorizer” has clawing riffs and playing that smears blood in your mouth, burning and causing your speech to slur. The drums come to life and completely decimate, and then the band grinds you in their gears, enveloping you in a pit of torture. “Omens of Fire” encircles with whipping riffs as things spiral out of control, the heat melting flesh. Terror increases as the growls gain momentum and aim for your throat while the playing gallops with fierce animosity, spindling out into the dirt. Closer “Tormentation” ensures you and your aching body won’t forget this final blast as vile growls and impossibly heavy guitar work look to maim permanently. The pace completely destroys, going off and making dust from your bones, ending in muddy violence.

Yatra’s conversion from doom to death metal wasn’t exactly an overnight thing, as their sound has grown more savage over their previous three full-lengths and has bubbled over on “Born Into Chaos.” That means seeing them live won’t make the old and new material foreign from each other, but the heaviness and intensity of these eight new songs certainly stand out among the pack. This is a bloodier, more vicious version of Yatra, one that could come back on its next record in any metallic form.  

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

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