Hey! Listen To Attan!

Imagine a black metal video shoot – medium-to-zero budget – complete with (roadside) cliffside setting, bullet belts, unnecessarily spiky attire, and the rest. You already half know what the song is gonna sound like. Norway’s Attan doesn’t sound anything like that. Instead, imagine a fan full of bodies and gear,…

Mantar – The Modern Art of Setting Ablaze

Despite being just a guitar and drum duo, Mantar still sound just as massive as their modern sludge metal brethren. On their third album The Modern Art of Setting Ablaze, Erinç Sakarya (drums, vocals) and Hanno Klänhardt (vocals, guitars) continue their consistent trend of dropping an abrasive slab of blackened, crusty sludge every two years, all…

Bridge Burner – Null Apostle

Anyone who followed metalcore in the mid-to-late-2000s and early 2010s (e.g. me) remembers the movement of bands who declared in unison “we’ve heard some extreme metal and want to be like Converge and Entombed.” Whether their persuasion lied with the black metal, sludge or elsewhere, the key for bands who succeeded (Gaza, Trap Them, etc.)…

Wolf King – Loyal to the Soil

Crossover genres are the best to write about because different trigger phrases and keywords open up in the lexicon of the review. Adjectives usually reserved for black metal get to rear their ugly heads in relation to a thrash record. Images writers love to use for hardcore get to pop…

Hexis – XII

“Paint it black,” they said. So they did. Thrash, death, post-rock, hardcore, industrial, and whatever other styles of music have all been given a nefarious char. Purists hate it (yeah, they’re still at it). I love it. Crossover opportunities like these challenge us to try new things and build bridges…

Sunlight’s Bane – The Blackest Volume: Like All The Earth Was Buried

Blackened hardcore is the pumpkin spiced coffee of extreme music. It’s seasonal and has become evocative of a movement, much like the over priced, sickly sweet beverage. Unfortunately, much like coffee fanatics, extreme music nuts don’t all band round blackened hardcore with the gusto they might display for say, post black metal. “It’s too obvious”, “it’s too derivative”, they may cry. Well, fuck ’em. If one cannot appreciate a twisted, cutting dose of blasts and low register riffs then one can go fornicate with their own damn self. And so there is Sunlight’s Bane: the antidote for seasonal commercialism and everything else probably wrong with the world.