The Callous Daoboys wield heavy riffs and chaotic compositions on their new full-length, and absolutely demolish my former hatred of the violin.
The Callous Daoboys wield heavy riffs and chaotic compositions on their new full-length, and absolutely demolish my former hatred of the violin.
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.
Spotlights use tone and layering to carve sonic mountains on their latest EP.
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.
The latest Intercourse EP personifies the bleak desperation at the bottom of every bottle, making “outlook not so good” the understatement of the century.
The murky and washy texture of the music, the clean interludes, and the dismal tropospheric layering of blast beats and vocals competing for the title of the least clear sound in the mix lend to this positive and generally empowering aura Strävan exudes.
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.