A recounting of our journey out to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and the festival that transpired near the Grand Teton mountain range.
“All the wrath of god, none of the salvation.”
Our latest album review variety episode where we dissect some frigid black metal, murky death-doom, progressive sludge, and Dark Souls-inspired black metal.
Grab your makeshift wrenches and welding torches to keep this disheveled crew’s craft afloat as we strike murderous warp speed.
POUND’s style is a caustic amalgam of doom, grindcore, d-beat, djent, mathcore, sludge, and a smattering of other genre textures. While this blend of sounds on the surface may sound like a trainwreck, the duo effortlessly weaves the core essence of each genre into a rather novel tone.
Be it the soaring melodies grounded by gravelly rasps or the wind-whipped onslaughts of steel crushing bone, Amon Amarth port us to the biting, primitive landscapes of yore and imbue in us a keen sense of valiance and wanderlust.
Ashley Jane (Dysphoria) expounds upon her early explorations of noise and discusses how these experiments eventually culminated into her biting debut album, Salt & Piss.
A ferocious concoction of mathcore and hardcore infused with shots of progressive inclinations and black metal animosity.
Depending on the time of day and/or the mood harboring your skull, each perceived track floats by like an amorphous mass, ceaselessly shape shifting before your eyes. It renders each listening experience a novel one. And this quality glimmers fervently, long after you depart from its substances and continue your day-to-day.
Duncan Ritchie discusses his latest Cryo Chamber effort, Alive With Scars. He speaks about some of his field recording techniques, the album’s artwork, and how living with Multiple Sclerosis has ultimately served as a touchstone of influence for all of his compositions, old and new.
There is a candid sense of liveliness and joviality that pierces Tempel’s compositions. Much of the record leaves an impression of a hard/classic rock aesthetic, however, the way they dig their heels into metallic qualities, carried by vociferous rasps, makes the album feel retro and simultaneously progressive.
Elegiac are Emily Highfield’s compositions as she effortlessly floats from warm guitar passages to forlorn bogs of blackened malice. Amidst her transitional wafts, she often caresses listeners with witch-like whispers. And in flashes of ember-tinged light, she glides upward, transcending her auditory structures into feverishly blissful twinkles of awe.