Crux is an undeniably unique album. Compositionally, it is exceptionally crafted and a breath of fresh air within modern rock music. However, I find myself simultaneously loving and hating parts of the album and generally that feeling happens at the same time.
We reach a lull as the abrasive yet alluring wall of sound is broken by swirling keyboards and reverb-drenched guitar. This respite is accompanied by visions of lush, green, cold forests that seems to pass by as if in some sort of fevered dream.
Magic Circle invoke the gods of doom metal on their latest release.
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.
The saying goes: “In his house in R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.” After listening to “kOsmik,” I’m pretty sure Cthulhu’s writing vicious atmospheric metal.
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.
This album is just filled with so many great moments and while the writing manages to respect the time-honoured tradition of Candlemass’s well-known sound, the band really brings something new to the table with this release.
The unbridled melancholy pouring from each individual note swirls together to forge a blizzard of biting anguish, though amidst the relentless gales, moments of sunlight manage to break through.
Astronoid mixes aggression with ambience to make metal you can breathe.
Blue Öyster Cult was wrong; you should fear the reaper.