What starts off sounding unique ends up melding into a memory of every melodic death metal album I’ve ever heard.
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.
A new album review podcast series between podcast host Ryan and album review writer, Tim. We discuss four albums for about 10 to 20 minutes apiece, expounding upon qualities we enjoyed as well as qualities we were not necessarily fond of.
Nicolas Gomez, the vocalist of Zombie Holocaust, speaks about the founding of the band, the writing process, and he dives into some stand out tracks. He also talks at great length about his hero/inspiration the bass legend Cliff Burton (Metallica), who shares the same hometown of Castro Valley with Nick.
Apoptosis is breathtaking in its technicality, uplifting in its melodies, and expansive in scope as it effortlessly incorporates tinges of orchestral flair.
Malignant Altar breathe unholy life into the exhumed corpse of OSDM with their debut demo.
Sulphur English is utterly sullen and crushing, yet simultaneously intoxicating, triumphant, and revitalizing. It latches onto an ancient strand of DNA residing in each of us. And it strives to ignite a smoldering flame to illuminate an ancient path we have strayed.
Death metal with thrash, slam, and hardcore influences, Samsara harbors an affinity for progressive writing that is both technical while also being engaging.
Etched into this album’s enigmatic fabric are dizzying patterns of electronic soundscapes, an unflinching quantity of bizarre timbres and transitions, and a keen sense of mania.
Featuring 45 artists across the genres of death, black, and sludge metal, noise, crust, ritual ambient, and neofolk.
Brutal, crushing death metal, riffs that you can’t help nodding your head to… Though Frozen Soul might not be redefining the death metal genre, they definitely know how to do it right.
This sense of being pounded with a brick in your face does not end until you either put off the album or manage to make it to the final track.