There's no reason to be sorry for creating grindcore in any of its forms. Unless you're a far-right grind trio recording EP's between meth runs/gammon steaming/boot polish conventions, then you can shut that sh... Read More...
After finally listening to Kingdoms Disdained, its clear that guitarist Trey Azagthoth's deterioration as a songwriter has been a key, unaddressed factor that's affected Morbid Angel's recent output. While he may have written some of death metal's greatest riffs during the band's heyday, Kingdoms Disdained is the best case study thus far in terms of demonstrating Azagthoth's slipping capability as the driving force of Morbid Angel's sound. It was easy to overlook Heretic given how generally forgettable it was, and the predominant critiques of Illud Divinum Insanus revolved more around the band's decision making than anything else. But now that Morbid Angel have entered into the perfect setup for a successful comeback, it's difficult to overlook how complacent Azagthoth's songwriting is across the entirety of Kingdoms Disdained. There's no denying the album is an incomparable improvement over their industrial metal excursions, but it's also difficult to avoid comparing the album's aggressively average delivery with the milestone records that have preceded it in the band's discography
What exactly qualifies as “metal” can be a contentious issue. As any dedicated listener knows, the label itself accounts for a wide spread of sub-genres—ranging from softer, more atmospherically-inclined fare such as post-black/gaze and folk metal; to the frantic, bombastic realms of speed and power metal; and onto the spasmodic worlds of math- and grindcore; and even the bleak, all-encompassing, sonic oppression of drone and funeral doom. Many of these sub-genres remain contentious, and what is considered metal, or even just heavy music can shift and change depending upon what circles you frequent. Then again, there are those bands who (for any number of reasons) simply ooze the ideal of heavy metal, no matter which way you look at them, so that their status as a nothing less than a fucking heavy metal band cannot be denied. The King is Blind are one of those bands.
When one thinks about synthwave they more often than not conjure up images of neon landscapes made up of transparent grids, sunsets, beaches, palm trees, fast cars and anything else that may fit into such an aesthetic. That said, one does not tend to think about upside down crosses, demons, serial killers and an overall sense of evil in turn. However, for every genre that has ever existed there lies a much darker side, a subgenre which turns things on their head and produces a much more heavier sound in response. For synthwave that would be darkwave or darksynth, either seem to be interchangeable for the most part, with well-known acts such as Carpenter Brut, GosT, Perturbator, and Dance with the Dead carrying the torch. Of course, for every well-known act, there are those who are scratching, clawing and going through hell to be noticed, many of whom were influenced by those already leading that proverbial charge. Gregorio Franco is one of those dark souls of the synth and, if what he's produced thus far is any indication, he is not only one to keep an ear to the ground on but one to keep an eye out for as well.
Ever been in a real fight? A knock-down, drag-out brawl where chairs are launched, punches are thrown, and elbows are swung? Yeah, me either. Let’s be real, when a bunch of drunk dudes decide they want to start a fight for no reason whatsoever my first reaction is typically “check, please…”. There’s a part of me that wants to get into the thick of it, though. That primal, untapped portion of my psyche that not-so-secretly desires to feel the force of a fist slamming into my jaw, and my own bone-splintering retort. But I generally like my face (and most others' faces as well), so seeing my handsome visage brutally disfigured over a disagreement regarding whose football team is the unequivocal and absolute best seems a bit silly. Thanks to our infernal overlords that we have grindcore and death metal to give wannabe brawlers such as myself a much less painful and infinitely more enjoyable release! Expulsion is the latest death/grind band to cross my ears and allay those violent urges, and with their debut album Nightmare Future they create a violent dystopia harsh and brutal enough to slake even the most fervent extreme metal fan’s bloodlust.
Here we are again. Another month, another crushing amount of death metal goodness. As always, welcome to Death’s Door. Wipe your feet on the mat and pull up a chair, we have a lot to cover, because June was something else entirely.
A whole host of good oceanic adjectives come to mind when trying to describe Vallenfyre's sound, like "roiling," "crashing," "deep," or "furious." Although these UK extreme metal stalwarts don't play music particularly themed towards deep bodies of water in the same way as, say, The Ocean, their sound burbles and hisses in a similar manner to some forgotten Cambrian trench, oozing and rushing in various degrees through briny swill and hot gas. Fear Those Who Fear Him, the third outing from Vallenfyre, doesn't do much to change this - no big stylistic shift in trajectory has occurred in the three years since Splinters - but hey, when you've got a formula that routinely kicks this much ass, is there any reason to mess with it?