While No Peace manifests many upgrades from their (admittedly good) debut, the biggest win might be that No/Más firmly institutes their identity. The change isn’t drastic, and No Peace is a natural progression from Consume/Deny/Repent, but the sophisticated onslaught supplied on this sophomore sweep oozes with sneering confidence. Following in the footsteps of Nails, No/Más balances grindcore, death metal, and hardcore/crust tendencies with playful intelligence, weaving together Full of Hell’s caustic bite, Napalm Death’s thuggish simplicity, and Jungle Rot’s warped melodicism into a densely packed third of an hour. And if those touchstones aren’t enough, No/Más unleashes Sepultura-informed grooves and a slow leak of Pro-Pain into their secret sauce. Not to fret, though, because despite all the influences, No Peace presents as a unified vision, and one that will rouse languid listeners into a frothing fancy.

No/Más’ instrumentation on No Peace sets a high bar with energetic performances, snapping necks with whiplash-inducing riffs and a license to thrill. Joe Vasta’s bass bounces and chugs with in-your-face rumbles throughout No Peace (“Abolition,” “Cycle of Sacrifice”), wielding a thick, surly tone that’ll rabbit punch you into head-banging if you’re standing still. Drummer Henry Everitt wallops the skins hard enough to rattle your ear bones, battering with furious fills (“Abolition”) and dropping to half-time backbeats (“No Peace”) as songs demand. It’s not all about the beatdowns, though, as No/Más injects a welcome helping of melody into No Peace. John Letzkus’ guitar slices through the faff to drench the album in a satisfyingly saturated buzz (“Act of Killing,” “Spineless”), though he also takes the reins and dazzles with efficient, arpeggiated leads (“Leech”) that I wish appeared more. Vocalist Roger Rivadeneira rounds out the quartet, shouting, growling, and screeching in a varied attack that demonstrates a willingness to experiment that was largely absent from Consume/Deny/Repent. In total, No/Más fires on all cylinders throughout No Peace, and never gives you a moment to come up for air.

With only twenty-two minutes on tap, No/Más leaves no room for inessential slop. And besides the half-minute intro flush with wall-of-sound static and indistinct yelling, they wildly succeed. As you’d expect from any decent grindy endeavor, no song pushes past its distilled essence, staying just long enough to rip and bludgeon before getting the fuck out of the way for the next track to exact its toll. No song eclipses the three-minute mark, and each exudes a rabid savagery that seethes with conviction. Additionally, No Peace sounds great—sure, the dynamic range scores low, but it’s exactly how this brand of overstimulating ass-kicking should sound. It’s well-mixed, abrasive, and highlights the rhythm section without sacrificing the sparse six-string fortitude. I wish there were a few more songs like “Leech,” partly because No/Más excels with the tunefulness, but also because I think it would address the biggest opportunity with No Peace—the compact composition allows little room for songs to establish unique flavors, leaving them to sometimes blur together. In the end, though, this is only a minor quibble, and there are many great moments to appreciate.

No/Más hasn’t redefined the DNA of deathgrind with No Peace, but they have contributed a worthy addition to its annals. Corrosive, pummeling bangers streamlined with minimal frills sum up to a blistering platter I’ve quite enjoyed. While I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing No/Más live, this crew boasts the hallmarks of a band that whips a crowd into a frenzy and ends with a broken bone or missing tooth. With twelve tracks running so lean, No Peace is helplessly easy to spin again and again. If they keep pumping out tunes this good, I can’t wait for what comes next. No más? No. Más.

Rating: Very Good!
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: March 13th, 2026

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Simple songwriting predicated on strict formulas leads to treacherous places riddled with pitfalls. Monotony, boredom, lack of identity, flatness, and toothlessness characterize countless records written by bands unprepared to navigate these pitfalls, but Ashen swerve and swivel around many of them. Of course, those familiar with Entombed, Dismember, or more modern acts like Wombbath and Helslave are bound to hear a familiar thread connecting Leave the Flesh Behind to the classic HM-2 sound and style. But with each of those categories, Ashen tweak and twist it with a gentle hand into a gnarled form, curling mid-paced stomps into knotty tangles of deceptively sophisticated riffs and mammoth grooves. Darker still than Ritual of Ash, Leave the Flesh Behind feels thoroughly ominous, dangerous, and unstoppable. Thanks to a production job that highlights the low end and scoops the midrange just a touch, Ashen’s sound creates a wide and airy soundstage. On it, Ashen’s crushing footfalls reverberate though the air with all the menace of an unearthly beast, heard but not seen.

As is the case with many records in my library, Leave the Flesh Behind’s title track is the perfect encapsulation of what Ashen do best. Mid-paced, but vicious, riffs richly layered in dark harmonies flood my synapses, compelling my neck to swing with a violence it was not designed to withstand. So satisfying is this track, in fact, that since my first spin, I haven’t been able to progress through this tight 39-minute runtime without spinning “Leave the Flesh Behind” at least twice. Similarly effective, “Ancestral Gate” and closer “Blood Offering” deal an effortless percussive swagger that contorts the muscles in my face into something grotesque and inhuman. Slower, moodier highlights like “Infinite Sea” and “Severed” showcase Ashen’s talent for off-kilter rhythms inside conventional time signatures and melody-driven, doomed riffs that nonetheless bare an intimidating spread of teeth. Best of all, Leave the Flesh Behind doesn’t wander even when it does slow things to a dying crawl, as vocal lines take center stage to add interest in much the same way Rotpit’s did on Let There Be Rot.

As successful as Leave the Flesh Behind’s strongest moments are, some of what lies between doesn’t live up to its potential. None of these weaker moments heavily detract from the album experience individually. Rather, they accumulate. Most of this accumulation occurs at the center of the record, populated by a run of three songs between “Void Within” and “Reincarnate.” These lack the same verve and vitality of the songs bookending them, and could use sharper hooks. While competent on their own, the consequent drop in excitement and thereby momentum creates a stagnation where a burst of new life is needed instead. Passages in each song have the potential to resolve that issue had they been developed differently (see the deep trem-picked rumble in the final third of “Void Within,” or the Morbid Angel riffing meets Rotpit slime in “Ageless”), but as they are they can’t carry their respective numbers to the finish line.

Overall, Leave the Flesh Behind is a modest improvement on the already good Ritual of Ash, and a significant indicator of greater things still to come. Ashen strike me as a band that value continuous improvement, but also steady and controlled development. I’m not an especially patient man, but when I pick up hints of greatness from bangers like “Leave the Flesh Behind” and “Ancestral Gate,” I’m more than happy to wait for that special moment when Ashen drop a monstrous mastapeece. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only a matter of time.

Rating: Good!
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: ashendeath.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ashendeath
Releases Worldwide: August 22nd, 2025

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As Death Etiquette comes not only crashing through but completely mangling the gate, it’s clear Atomic Witch hasn’t tweaked their formula. In just over two minutes, album opener “Morgue Rat” packs everything Atomic Witch does well into one brief, bristling bruiser. Frenetically furious riffing melded with drummer Nick Amato’s (Axioma) rolls and fills hit you right between the beady eyes before the track settles into a nice, mid-paced chug-a-lug. Like Stallone turning his trucker hat around in Over the Top, when singer Nick Martinis pulls his neon green ski mask down over his face, shit’s about to get real, and when he delivers the very cheeky Drowning Pool-ish line “Let the bodies hit the morgue,” it’s also clear Atomic Witch don’t take themselves too seriously. New bassist David McJunkins’ low-end rumblings, in conjunction with Amato’s battery, keep the frantic riffs and twisted solos of Jesse Shattuck and Jonah Meister in check. Death Etiquette delivers short and sweet thrash first and foremost, falling somewhere amidst the sonic Bermuda triangle of Slayer, Forbidden, and Xoth. At the same time, there are sprinkles of Sentient Horror-like death (“Of Flesh and Chrome”) and a little bit of black metallicism (“Dream Rot”) boiling in Atomic Witch’s cauldron. Performances reign supreme here, and it’s the vocal pyrotechnics that take center stage.

Eschewing the punkier, more straightforward approach of fellow Midwest acts like Midnight and Wraith, Atomic Witch differentiate through the crazed vocal tandem of Martinis and Shattuck. Betwixt the two, Martinis carries the bulk of the responsibility, and his snarly screams—reminiscent of Havok’s David Sanchez—bring some extra lethality to the material and highlight the catchy choruses (“Morgue Rat,” “Worms and Dirt”). While the completely bonkers, high-pitched, full-throated power falsettos—landing within Rob Halford, King Diamond, and Mark Osegueda territory—and deep, guttural growls of Shattuck serve as an insane accompaniment to Martinis’ raspy delivery (“Death Edging (Come to the Light)”). Both coalesce perfectly on my favorite track, and album closer “Vicious Mistress,” a Venom song title if ever there was one. Carrying over from the debut’s “Love Curse,” the track features a swaggering groove composed of bendy chords and flirty riffs, the high-low vocal trade-offs accentuating the hectic solos and furious instrumentals with a romping effect.

Death Etiquette benefits from Noah Buchanan’s rawer production. As masterful as Swanö is, I found the mix on Crypt of Sleepless Malice too mutedly polished. And while Atomic Witch may have sacrificed some DR in the process, the slightly louder mix works for me with this material. A testament to cohesiveness, the songwriting on Death Etiquette is tighter and more focused too, as Shattuck and Meister continue to refine their ability to craft engaging music. And while even the shorter tracks feel fully resolved, despite their brevity, the twenty-seven-minute runtime did leave me wanting a little more meat on my plate.

Atomic Witch continue to make a name for themselves in the death thrash space, and Death Etiquette is another solid step forward. And while they’re not doing anything too groundbreaking or boundary-pushing, these two first noteworthy releases indicate a band embarking on a decently consistent career. I suppose only time will tell. Atomic Witch seems like a fun band, and I found Death Etiquette a fun listen. I’d certainly opt to catch them, and their ski-masked frontman, live should they make a stop anywhere near my stomping grounds. I’ll be spinning Death Etiquette more as this humid summer trudges on and will be keeping my eyes peeled for what Atomic Witch does next.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: July 25th, 2025

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Faithxtractor

At least, I thought I did. While Contempt for a Failed Dimension reveled in riffy simplicity, Loathing and the Noose is much more adventurous. Faithxtractor’s signature remains, with extra chunky riffs that alternate between furious death metal and Asphyxiating death-doom. However, while Contempt turned everything up to eleven, Loathing shatters the knob altogether. The most intense sections veer into blackened death-thrash, landing in between Morbid Saint and Panzer Division Marduk (“Fever Dream Litanies”). Even early Suffocation rears its head in Faithxtractor’s most bludgeoning brutal riffwork (“Flooded Tombs”). Spastic flailing guitar solos complement this unhinged assault on the senses. However, Faithxtractor ventures in the opposite direction as well. Loathing’s soaring leads and its melodeath-inflected riffs make it feel more melodic than Contempt. Meanwhile, the album’s starkest change lies in its bluer shade of doom. Faithxtractor’s melodic death-doom passages recall Swallow the Sun, displaying a newfound emotive side rather than merely adding heft. While Loathing and the Noose is far from an avant-garde record, it marks a sea change for Faithxtractor.

Miraculously, Faithxtractor’s experiments pay off. Even the most unexpected pieces are bafflingly powerful. Despite my knee-jerk skepticism, the melodic death-doom escapades are as evocative as the genre’s best (“Cerecloth Vision Veil”). Conversely, Loathing and the Noose’s speediest blackened cuts hijack my brain using frantic melodies and Marduk riffs (“Ethos Moribund”). These varied elements fit together with uncanny grace. The mid-section of opener “Noose of Being” mutates from blackened riffs to melodeath to sadboi death-doom to knuckle-dragging Autopsy worship, with fluid transitions that make each long jump feel like a natural step. Similarly, “Caveats” shines through its dynamic back-and-forth between an elegiac key melody and an enormous doom riff. While Faithxtractor’s round-trip transitions are sometimes abrupt, like the funeral-doom-and-back of “Flooded Tombs,” these are rare exceptions. Indeed, because it’s so well-crafted, Loathing and the Noose is an immediate hit despite its evolution; even the doomy seven-minute closer flies by, lodging into my memory by my second listen. Over-experimentation can be a turn-off, but Faithxtractor makes it work by whole-assing their every move.

Of course, it helps that the caveman segments slay. Even on its more adventurous tracks, Loathing’s overpowering death metal riffs are grin-inducing (“Cerecloth Vision Veil”). I have a soft spot for guitar solos paired with a dominant rhythm guitar, and Faithxtractor delivers on this with reckless abandon (“The Loathing”). If anything, Loathing and the Noose’s explosive tendencies make it a more visceral and infectious listen than its predecessor. And because the album’s climactic fury is sprinkled across each track rather than being sequestered, its 37 minutes are consistently lovable. While Loathing’s loud in-your-face master blunts its teeth, it remains a delight to revisit.

This is not the death metal album I was looking for. I showed up expecting a single-minded half-hour curbstomp. While Loathing and the Noose retains these simple roots, it does so much more. With influences ranging from blackened thrash to weepy death-doom, Faithxtractor’s newest record marks a transformation that initially left me worried. But its gargantuan death metal riffs, its smooth songwriting, and its excellence across its genre romps won me over. Contempt for a Failed Dimension was not just one of the greatest albums of 2023; it shocked me, revitalizing a subgenre that rarely rises above a 3.0. Loathing and the Noose sounds worlds apart, but checks the same elusive box. Mastermind Ash Thomas continues to understand my taste better than I do, releasing fantastic records in styles that often let me down. Keep an open mind and give this a shot.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: faithxtractor.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Faithxtractor
Releases Worldwide: January 10th, 2025

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Opener “The Way of Decay” is one of the best death chestnuts I’ve heard in 2024, coming at you like a honey badger with double rabies and an empty belly. It’s savage and unstoppable noise with buzzing guitars slashing and slicing in all directions as nasty death roars and thundering drums pound you into the mafia-filled mud bog outside Jets/Giants Stadium. It’s a Swedeath spectacle paying tribute to the early days of the Stockholm sound and it will murderize your sensibilities. “Undead Mutation” keeps things hurtful with a bit of American groove and power chug arriving for support. The chorus hits hard and Sentient Horror are in top form. Across the album, songs are kept nasty, bruising, and short, hitting and running like a fleet of unregistered deathmobiles. “Cadaverous Hordes” is a high point, with gloriously thrashed-out death antics that approach grind levels of intensity. It’s pounding, ravenous death with frantically escalating riffwork and zero fucks given and it can trigger a severe panic attack. I also appreciate the vague similarities to prime Sepultura that crop up on the back end.

The commitment to thrashing death keeps things sticking and moving and the glory days of Swedeath still live large in the writing. “Born in the Morgue” is like 1990s Entombed trying to channel the sleaze-scuzz of Autopsy, and the title track could have appeared on Left Hand Path and fit in as snug as a slug in a bed sore. The album’s tight 37 minutes with songs all in the 3-4 minute window mean things move fast. While not every song is a title contender, none are bad or skippable and there’s no trace of fat or bloat to be found. All that said, the front half is more stacked with killers, and by the halfway point you start to get the feeling the material is a tad one-note, though that note is quite entertaining. Despite claims of an infusion of NWoBHM influences, I don’t hear much of that in the material. The thrash is there in spades, however. The production is a bit muddy and not in that cool murky way. Rather, it hits more like a thick wall of sound. I much prefer the mastering on Rites of Gore and their prior works.

Matthew Molite (Heads for the Dead) and Jon Lopez demonstrate a keen understanding of the Swedeath sound and clearly love the classic Sunlight Studio releases by Entombed and Dismember. They bring the HM-2 buzz thunder to all the nooks and crannies of the album and do it violent justice. The burly riffage is always good and sometimes great, while the solo work is often impressive. Molite’s death croaks are industry standard but completely effective. He’s more Corpsegrinder than L.G. Petrov this time, but you won’t hear me complaining. I will gripe about the bass work of TJ Coon (Reeking Aura) being all but completely washed away by the overly loud mix, submerged under the drums and vocals. Production missteps aside, these gents know what they’re all about and how to deliver the body bags and bloody rags.

Sentient Horror are the picture of a competent hard-working death metal act with all the requisite cargo shorts and beards. On every album, you get a few extra intense blasts from the lungs of Hell and a bunch of enjoyable grave nuggets that fall just shy of playlist-worthy. The same holds true on In Service of the Dead. You’ll never go wrong blasting an album by these New Jersey vandals, that’s for sure. Buy In Service of the Dead with confidence and get laid to waste in the moist and fetid swamps of the Garden State.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness
Websites: sentienthorror.bandcamp.com |facebook.com/sentienthorrorofficial | instagram.com/sentienthorrorofficial
Releases Worldwide: October 25th, 2024

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No, Oxygen Destroyer hasn’t gone through some huge sonic revolution; they’re still a death/thrash monstrosity. But I wasn’t expecting the jump in quality that Guardian of the Universe represents for the band. These guys were a tight, well-oiled machine before, but this album finds the band playing on a whole new level. Single “Shadow of Evil” demonstrates Oxygen Destroyer’s expanded ruthlessness by beginning with a deranged procession of savage riffs and ending with a volley of Lord Kaiju’s venomous shrieks. The song is a surgical strike, and it has utterly demolished my defenses.

While comparisons like Morbid Saint and Vader certainly still apply to Oxygen Destroyer, it feels like the band dialed up the thrash quotient of their sound this time around. I hear a lot of Kreator, Demolition Hammer, and even some frenetic Rust in Piece-era Megadeth riffing (see the opening title track) throughout much of Guardian of the Universe. As a huge fan of the thrash groove, this subtle shift elevates Oxygen Destroyer’s sound into the S-tier, giving their relentless assault a bit more breathing room and tension-building contrast. Because of this, the record has an incredible sense of momentum that won’t release its grip on you until the final note.

Guardian of the Universe is a cohesive listening experience, so much so, that it can be hard to highlight individual songs as standouts. Fortunately, at 33 minutes long, picking out highlights is mostly unnecessary; just listen to the whole thing, damn it! Fine, if you must sample the record first, try “Shadow of Evil,” “Eradicating the Symbiotic Hive Mind Entity from Beyond the Void,” or “Banishing the Iris of Sempiternal Tenebrosity.” You’ll see that Lord Kaiju sounds extra pissed in his current incarnation, and he and the rest of the instrumentalists absolutely slay their performances. The worming riffage, in particular, is simply stellar. The production gives ample space for the unhinged cacophony that is Oxygen Destroyer’s sound to reveal all of its intricacies, and the sonic aesthetic makes it feel like a classic record from thrash’s heyday.

With Guardian of the Universe, Oxygen Destroyer convincingly established a foothold within the highest echelon of modern thrash bands. Alongside acts like Enforced and High Command, these guys are proving that groovy thrash metal is alive and still hardcore kicking in the pit. While most run in fear at the sight of giant monsters, I, for one, welcome our new overlord. All hail Oxygen Destroyer, Kaiju of Thrash!

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: oxygen-destroyer.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/kaijuconjuringdeathmetal
Releases Worldwide: August 9th, 2024

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The heat persists. Intensifies, even. We’re not even to the dead center of summer, where pavement melts and sinew sloughs off of bones. And yet, we toil. Endless trudges through the slime and grime of sharply angled ducts and beveled sheet metal characterize an average workday for my filtration minions, who do my bidding without question as I sip a piña colada in these run down and ragged headquarters. Alright fine, we don’t have piña coladas here, but a sponge can dream! A sponge can dream…

What was I saying? Oh, right. After many months of constant pep talks and gentle reminders with a cattle prod, my team of hack crack sifters managed a respectable haul from our April buildup. Dive in at your own peril!

Kenstrosity’s Sooty Slab

Exhumation // Master’s Personae [April 26th, 2024 – Pulverised Records]

Indonesian blackened death duo Exhumation never would’ve made it to my queue were it not for our burgeoning Discord server. Rollicking tunes, produced with a charming rawness that tingles my spine, task themselves with the summary destruction of that same spine and waste no time getting started. From the onset of opener “In Death Vortex,” Master’s Personae eviscerates with rabid teeth gnashing through my flesh. Ghoul (guitars) and Bones (vocals) display their respective talents vomiting souls out of their body and concocting sickening infernal riffs with aplomb—and made damn sure their session musicians could do more than just keep up on bass (Sebek), drums (Aldi), and lead guitar (J. Magus). With songs that kick as much ass-tonnage as highlights “Pierce the Abyssheart,” “Chaos Feasting,” “Thine Inmost Curse,” and late bloomer “Mahapralaya,” the only thing that could possibly stand in between you and total metallic indoctrination is the record’s gritty, extra-crunchy production. For some, that might even be its greatest selling point. Either way, Master’s Personae is, at its core, just a nonstop demonic party. Ipso facto, if you like fun, you like this. If you don’t, leave the Hall!

Thus Spoke’s Chucked Choices

Alpha Wolf // Half Living Things [April 5th, 2024 – SharpTone Records]

Aussie gang Alpha Wolf have always had an “angry” sound, but until now, they remained quite firmly smack dab in the middle of modern metalcore. With Half Living Things,¹ however, the band move as far as they ever have into beatdown hardcore, albeit, a very glossy, and very metalcore interpretation of it. While many, myself included, think they sound better with a little bit of intrigue, a little bit of mournful melody and atmosphere, there’s no denying that this album does contain several bone-fide bangers. Opening run “Bring Back the Noise,” “Double-Edge Demise,” and “Haunter,” are a groovy set of smacks upside the head, and later cuts “Feign,” and “A Terrible Day for Rain” echo the same menace, safely keeping your head bobbing and your mean face on. The aggression can veer into the realm of cringe at points, not least on single “Sucks 2 Suck,” which includes the wild misstep of a thuggish rap bridge courtesy of ICE-T. But on the other hand, Alpha Wolf do show they have a heart, with surprisingly sadboi “Whenever You’re Ready,” and closer “Ambivalence.” It’s all pretty angsty, but questionable decisions aside, Half Living Things is worth at least the time it takes you to hear one or two of its best tracks. I’ll always be here for a little bit of adolescent ennui anyway.

Sarcasm // Mourninghoul [April 12th, 2024 – Hammerheart Records]

Whilst still a n00b, I reviewed Sarcasm’s previous album, Stellar Stream Obscured, and, to my initial surprise, really rather liked it. It was simply a quirk of circumstance that I didn’t pick up the promo for Mourninghoul. And looking back on that week, I wish I had. This thing is just as fun, just as furious, and once again the perfect balance between odd and straightforwardly blistering. Once again, they lace creepy organs and synthwork into death doom (“Withered Memories of Souls We Mourn,” “No Solace From Above”) to add a little mystique. Once again, they display some brilliant, beautiful, melodic black(ened death) metal riffery to lead refrains (“Lifelike Sleep,” “Dying Embers of Solitude,” “Absence if Reality”), not only soaking the listener in the nostalgia of the golden years of Dissection and Necrophobic, but memorable and moving in their own right. Overall, the album is a little slower and more atmospheric than its predecessor, but in this light perhaps a little more thoughtful. One to check out for anyone who dug Stellar Stream Obscured.

Dear Hollow’s Loudness Lard

Lord Spikeheart // The Adept [April 19th, 2024 – Haekalu Records]

Lord Spikeheart is the alias of Martin Kanja, one-half of grind/noise duo Duma, whose sole self-titled LP was received warmly back in 2020 by the gone-but-unforgotten Roquentin. Now a solo act, Spikeheart fully embraces the manic in his debut full-length The Adept, a fusion of noise, industrial, trap, grind, and hip-hop and tinged with native Kenyan instruments. – guaranteed to scare off unwanted listeners. Featuring a bevy of featured artists, The Adept is as jerky and unpredictable as you might expect from its laundry list of sounds. Including all, but not limited to, Author & Punisher-level of manufactured brutality (“Sham-Ra”), layers of jagged hip-hop a la Skech185 (“Emblem Blem,” “Djangili,” “33rd Degree Access”), and outright metal guitar solos and blastbeats (“Nobody”), as well as outright bananas explosive Igorrr-esque breakcore seizures and Kenyan percussion (“TYVM”) and ominous sprawls of haunting humid ambiance over manic beats (“Rem Fodder,” “Verbose Patmos,” “4AM in the Mara”), and there is little that is predictable about The Adept. Throw on Lord Spikeheart’s incredible charisma, shocking vocals, and evocative primal songwriting, and you’ve got yourself a tastefully insane and impressively uncomfortable slab of experimentation that feels dangerous and unrelenting in the right ways.

Whores. // War. [April 16th, 2024 – The Ghost is Clear Records]

Sometimes you just need a good concussion and drool out your brains to the curb because you got dinged around so much. Atlanta four-piece Whores. will provide mightily in more ways than one. Professing a riff-heavy noise rock/sludge metal combo reminiscent of Chat Pile or Iron Monkey, each of the tracks in War.’s 34-minute runtime is a thick-ass spanker with thick-ass riffs, bad-ass cymbal abuse, and mad-ass yells, and you’d be a fool to miss this broken-tooth abuse. Groove is embedded in the marrow of each bone, and the swill of riffs and noisy leads will get your head bobbing before you can learn how to pronounce opener “Malinches.” From the outright onslaughts of “Imposter Syndrome” and “Sicko,” to the bass builds and guitar squonks of “Quitter’s Fight Song” and “Hostage Therapy” or punky rhythms of “Hieronymous Bosch was Right” and “The Death of a Stuntman,” you don’t need to get all academic to abuse the drywall, and Whores. will set their teeth behind your bruised knuckles. The message is clear: get unga-bunga with riff.

Spit on Your Grave // Arkanum [April 12th, 2024 – Self Release]

You always run a risk when you change up your sound, even slightly. Mexican death metal peddlers Spit on Your Grave are familiar with it. Formerly bringin’ the slamz and gooey brutal shit to your court with unhinged insanity, Arkanum keeps the core sound while incorporating more tempo and nimbleness, making a blazing death metal album with some Behemoth-esque experimentation that keeps the album from falling into gnarly monotony and injects a necessary regality reflected in its art. Subtle plucking motifs grace opener “The Infection” and closer “The March of the Innocents,” chanting and choirs spruce up limper portions of “Into the Devil’s Realm,” and dancy rhythms and melodeath noodling kick up “Broken Hourglass.” In spite of the levels of experimentation, the riff reigns supreme throughout, made most plain in the no-holds-barred death metal assaults of “The Heretic,” “Dark Lullaby,” and “Self Sacrifice.” It’s somewhere between Behemoth’s wicked conjuration of crowns and Hate Eternal’s blazing scorched earth campaign, and while imperfect, Spit on Your Grave’s new direction is tantalizing.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Crossed Up Casting

Nuclear Tomb // Terror Labyrinthian [April 12th, 2024 – Everlasting Spew]

Filthy, frothing, furious, Nuclear Tomb embodies all that fueled the origins of the thrash and death movements, which actively rejected the tonal shift toward “pleasing” that pop-leaning forms of heavy metal were taking at the time. So, yes, it’s unsurprising to hear a punky and driven bass identity reminiscent of the overdriven pummeling of Dan Lilker in Nuclear Assault or Stéphane Picard in Obliveon. But though thrash rings true in the speed-needing assaults of “Fatal Visions” or “Vile Humanity,” death—the gnarled yet precise riffcraft you would heard in an early Pestilence summoning—feeds ugly and foul this acts hefty ambitions. Terror Labyrinthian gives exactly what its name promises: a sense of profound encapsulation and isolation in the density that Nucleur Tomb conjures alongside a sci-fi-informed fear and terror. Its ambition is such that it can fly off the rails a touch when it gets too moody (“Dominance & Persecution”), and its level of discordance can leave tracks feeling like intangible pulps of sick and snarling riffage (“Manufacturing Consent,” “Parasitic”). Despite these minor concerns, Labyrinthian Terror shakes enough to leave a worthy, full-length mark after two promising EPs. And with members of Nuclear Tomb floating around in their small scene with oddball grinders Ixias and the avant-minded Genevieve, it’s all but a promise that what comes next will be weird, frightening, and demanding.

Steel Druhm’s Rancid Requiems to Rotpitting

Engulfed // Unearthly Litanies of Despair [April 19th, 2024 – Me Saco Ojo]

Straight outta Turkey comes the vicious, face-melting death metal assault of Engulfed. Featuring members of Hyperdontia and Diabolizer and bearing hallmarks of both, Engulfed are a nasty savage on a war march to destroy all that lives and breathes. With a highly seasoned lineup and a lethal mission statement, Unearthly Litanies of Despair is a “not fucking around” kind of death platter full of blazing speed, thunderous blasts, and more sub-basement croaks and roars than you’d find in an illegal Balrog mining facility. All the old school legends get sound checked, with plenty of Vader, Morbid Angel, and Incantation-isms to be unearthed, but to my ears, Engulfed sounds most like brother band Diabolizer. That’s certainly not a bad thing, as anyone who heard 2021s Khalkedonian Death will attest. There’s not much subtly on display on Unearthly Litanies, and Engulfed are happy to blast away at Mach 9 for the bulk of the album’s runtime, only slowing down long enough to let slithery riffs do their tentacle things. It isn’t until the closing stanza “Occult Incantations” that they opt to get down and doomy, and though it runs way long at nearly 8 minutes, it digs up some nicely dark, gloomy textures. All in all a brutal trip to the belly of the beast feaster!

Coffin Curse // The Continuous Nothing [April 22nd, 2024 – Memento Mori]

The sophomore offering from Chile’s Coffin Curse is 100% military grade old school death with enough rot and pus to win over any genre fancier. The Continuous Nothing is really a continuous something, and that something is gnarly, thrashing death goodness in the varicose vein of Autopsy with some Deicide and Morbid Angel in the gore batter. There’s absolutely nothing new here, but the enthusiasm with which Coffin Curse comes at the classic death style is refreshing and invigorating. You’ll be smiling early into opener “Thin the Herd” due to its oh-so-righteous blend of Autopsy and vintage Morbid Angel, and it’s tough to blast “Bacchanal of the Mortal” and not want to throw your BarcaLounger out the fucking window. This is meat n’ tatters gutter death that could have come out in the late 80s or early 90s, but that doesn’t lessen its vitality and impact since these cats know how to write a ripping tune. I’m especially enamored with the disgusting vocals of Max Neira who gives even the hideous Chris Reifert a run for his scuzz-vomit money. This thing is just good, gross fun!

Tombstoner // Rot Stink Rip [April 26th, 2024 – Redefining Darkness]

Staten Island-based death thugs Tombstoner came back to kill with second album Rot Stink Rip, showcasing a whole lotta New York attitude. With a sound mixing mouth-breathing caveman brutality with New York hardcore undertones, the menu items all come with brass knuckles and steel-toed boots to your fat face (no substitutions!). This is street-level tough guy death with a Biohazard/Pantera-level IQ and anything remotely intellectual is tossed in the dumpster like a carpet-wrapped corpse. Songs like “Sealed in Blood” will rot your brain stem as it curb stomps your skull, and the beefy death grooves are ugly, stupid, and dangerous. Internal Bleeding-isms rebound off Skinless idioms amid the brainless forward momentum of the title track, and the groove-busting, barroom-bullying nastiness of primal cuts like “Metamorphosis” and “Reduced to Hate” are made for Roids Appreciation Day at Planet Meathead. The riffs are hella weighty and the overall approach is lead pipe brutality. Don’t bother spinning this if you’re one of those fancy-dancy tech types. This one is strictly for the gashouse gorillas and pimpanzees.

Saunders’ Slimy Selections

Satanic North // Satanic North [April 19th, 2024 – Reaper Entertainment]

Featuring members of Ensiferum, Finnish black metal troupe Satanic North ripped out a seething slab of old school black metal on their self-titled debut. Although the album seemed to drop with minimal fanfare or notice, having been clued into its existence, Satanic North has since provided a helluva fun time. Satanic North pull no punches and dispense with flash or bombast, adding modern beef to an endearingly old school formula that stomps hard. Harnessing the raw, punky, Venom-esque attitude of ’80s black metal, along with distinctive second-wave elements, and dashes of Darkthrone and Goatwhore, Satanic North is a varied, aggressive and utterly addictive opus. Regardless of the mode of destruction the band chooses at any given time, the songwriting quality generally maintains the rage. Grim, icy atmospheres envelope blasting, viciously executed songs, loaded with a bevy of badass riffs and pissed-off attitude. The relentless, hammering blows on opener “War,” sit comfortably alongside the crawling, sinister melodies and infectious hooks of “Village,” while expert pacing and builds highlight epic later album gem, “Kohti Kuolemaa.” Satanic North throw down some awesomely thrashy barnburners for good measure on powerhouse nuggets of black gold in the shape of “Wolf” and closer “Satanic North.” One of 2024’s underrated gems.

Iron Monkey // Spleen & Goad [April 5th, 2024 – Relapse Records]

UK veterans Iron Monkey’s 1998 opus Our Problem is a sludge classic that I’ve held in high regard for many years. Sadly, the untimely death of raw-throated vocalist Johnny Morrow, a distinctive, glass-gurgling beast behind the mic, saw the band dissolve, until reforming and crafting a solid comeback with 2017’s 9-13. Stripped own to a trio in their second coming, with long-serving guitarist Jim Rushby doing an admirable job taking over the vocal slot, Iron Monkey sound as though the piss, vinegar, and hatred still flows in their veins. Spleen & Goad offers few surprises, continuing the trend of its predecessor while maintaining the signature Iron Monkey sound. And although Iron Monkey cannot quite match the esteemed heights of their early days, this modern, well-trodden incarnation of the band still bludgeons, grooves and seethes with sledgehammer force and infectiously diseased riffs. Channeling the bluesy Sabbathian meets NOLA mode of sludge, with a side of Grief, and a shit ton of spite, the Iron Monkey lads deliver the goods again. Noisy, feedback-drenched bruisers rule the day; as swaggering, drunken grooves, surly riffs, and feral vocals drive this unhinged hate machine. Spleen & Goad is victim to some creeping bloat, however overall, it’s a stellar return and addition to their storied catalog, as rugged, bludgeoning cuts like “Misanthropizer,” “Concrete Shock,” “Rat Flag” and “Lead Transfusion” attests.

Mystikus Hugebeard’s Filthy Finding

Diabolic Oath // Oracular Hexations [April 5th, 2024 – Sentient Ruin Laboratories]

Oracular Hexations is a blast. It is a chaotic, colossally dense album of what can ostensibly be called blackened death metal, but the music is just so fucking filthy it might as well be sludge. The fun thing here is that the guitar and bass are completely fretless; the riffs aren’t hard to parse but the guitars feel almost slippery. It allows the brutal riffage of a heavy track like “Serpent Coils Suffocating the Mortal Wound” to become borderline hallucinogenic, while still hitting like a truck. The slower, oozing riffs of “Rusted Madness Tethering Misbegotten Haruspices” and “Winged Ouroboros Mutating Unto Gold” have a real viscosity to them that always reminds me of the stoner doom stylings of Conan. This album is definitely a lot, but it’s an extremely satisfying listen. The fretless imprecision paired with the music’s intensity, the delightfully disgusting guitar tone, and the vocalist’s tectonic gurgles all give Oracular Hexations a ritualistic atmosphere so thick you can practically sink into it. There’s plenty one could say about the musicianship—the drummer deserves praise for his diverse, technical performance—but trying to dial in on any one ingredient is like trying to appreciate the subtle flavor undertones of sheep stomach in a plate of haggis. Just cram the whole thing in at once, man, because this is the kind of sensory brutalization that you’ve gotta just let happen to you.

Iceberg’s Singular Surfacing

Venomous Echoes // Split Formations and Infinite Mania [April 05, 2024 – I, Voidhanger Records]

Extreme metal’s penchant for horror and destruction never ceases to amaze me. It doesn’t matter how I came across Venomous Echoes second album Split Formations and Infinite Mania, one look at that album cover and the curtain rise of squelching music within had me transfixed. Brutal Floridian death metal meets the dissonant disintegration of Portal meets the crushing weight of funeral doom and they all come together in the unrated cut of a Cronenberg flick. One-man-band Benjamin Vanweelden takes the listener inside his own personal hell as he wrestles with body dysmorphia, making for an experience not unlike recent cuts by An Isolated Mind or The Reticent. This is challenging, highly uncomfortable music, abandoning pitch and rhythm at will, bending and twisting notes and smothering the listener with oppressive atmosphere. From the sickening stomping sound effects of opener “Ocular Maltosis ov Schizophrenia” to the ultra-dissonant ostinato and DSBM wailing of closer “Split Formations and Infinite Mania,” this album is the definition of the car crash you can’t look away from. Far outside any zone of comfort is exactly where Vanweelden wants his listeners, and I have to say this makes for a sickly impressive, revolting, yet mesmerizing experience.

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While the overall style employed by Alchemy of Flesh hasn’t changed much—we’re still looking at heavy doses of Morbid Angel, Monstrosity, and Hate Eternal here—there’s been a shift in the sense of urgency with which it is played. The vast majority of the songs on By Will Alone channel the frantic energy of Morbid Angel’s early records, as opposed to the chunkier, more mid-paced Gateways style of Ageless Abominations—and I’m all about it. Opener “Meteor Hammer” strikes as fast and as hard as the weapon for which it is named, with Rowland’s riffs weaving serpentine forms beneath his mighty growls. The track is a great example of what the album has in store, so get over here and have a listen—it’ll tell you all you need to know.

Rowland’s focus on speed and intensity leads to some incredible moments across By Will Alone’s runtime. “Earth Dragon Totality” is one of my favorite tunes here, demonstrating just how skilled Rowland is across the board. The overall songwriting contains powerful transitions and tempo changes, the instrumental performances are top-notch, and Rowland’s vocal talent seals the deal as he spews the chorus into our faces. At two minutes, “Unmaker” contains some of the most intense riffing to be found on the album (especially the final 30 seconds), while its follow-up “Immuration” dials up a heaping helping of groove, a musical characteristic that I find vitally important in my death metal. Closer “Origin of Suffering” feels like a bookend to opener “Meteor Hammer” as the Morbid Angel influence is especially palpable in both.

Overwhelming force is By Will Alone’s greatest strength, and a mid-album dip in urgency ends up being its greatest weakness. “Labyrinthine Fortress” and “Erratic Existence” hit back-to-back, and they both employ slower tempos. Generally, there’s nothing wrong with a change of pace on an album full of barnburners, but this foray into slower territory overstays its welcome, mostly due to the six-minute “Erratic Existence.” The track’s slow tempo, combined with some attempts at a more melodic form of death metal, makes for an awkward loss of momentum. If that track had been cut we’d be looking at a lean and mean death metal machine that would easily warrant a 3.5 or higher thanks to songs like “Meteor Hammer,” “The Godhead of Self,” “Earth Dragon Totality,” “Unmaker,” and “Immuration.”

A shift towards more serious lyrical content and a larger reliance on speed have only served to strengthen Alchemy of Flesh’s take on bread and butter (or is it bread and Buddha, now?) death metal. Two albums in, Tim Rowland has demonstrated that he’s a phenomenally talented man, and if he can continue to refine the Alchemy of Flesh sound, he’ll eventually release a true world-beater. But for now, let’s enjoy By Will Alone for what it is: another solid death metal release from the year that keeps on giving.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 192 kbps mp3
Label: Refining Darkness Records
Websites: alchemyofflesh.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/alchemyofflesh
Releases Worldwide: November 17th, 2023

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Too late! After a requisite creepy intro, the grand flattening begins in earnest with the molar-shaking “Wisconsin 3.” It’s a dazzling cacophony of ginormous, weighty death grooves designed to bully the refined aspects of the brain. Mostly mid-tempo with spikes of violence, it’s like having an Abrams tank parked on your chestal regions and there’s no respite from the fat grooves and chugs. If death metal had a maximum weight allowance, this would exceed it by 12.7 cargo shorts. Taken as a standalone entity, “Wisconson 3” is enjoyable enough in its beefy brainlessness. However, there are still 33-odd minutes of the same raw meat smoothie for you to guzzle down. Up the cups, poser! “Scroll of Thoth” weaves in snakey Morbid Angel flourishes and counterpoints them with Cannibal Corpse-esque curb stomping for one of the album’s high points and a glimpse into Flesher’s potential in all its fatuous glory. The ominous doom segments add an extra ton to the scales and show Flesher mean nasty biness.

The problem is how aggressively one-note Flesher’s approach is. Yes, even in the Neanderthal world of caveman death metal, things can sometimes get too simplistic, and songs like “Creature Beast” are a chuggy wuggy train ride to Sameyville with no transfers allowed. Even Paul Breece’s hideously corrosive, sub-basement gurgles can’t sustain interest when you’ve been slapped with the same basic chugs as long as “Creature Beast” does, and things just get stupid by the song’s merciful end. And as soon as “Creature” ends, “The Gates” begins pummeling you with a different chug for the next several minutes and even the stoutest death enthusiast will feel their sanity begin to fray by the album’s midpoint. “No Escape” is the worst offender, spamming you for nearly 6 minutes with a collection of highly generic death grooves that could have been found in a garbage bag outside any of Six Feet Under’s recording studios. Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah. Want more of that sentence? Then this album might be for you! With one setting and one approach, the 36-minute runtime feels way longer and I’m struggling to keep up by the 17-minute mark. There’s also bad bloat on several tracks where the nonstop chugs get extended into near-infinity, and you will know true suffering. While I’m a big Swanö supporter, I can’t really say I’m all that impressed with the production. It feels overly loud and bricked, which makes listening even more of a challenge. The guitars do carry great weight and power though, and that power is not used responsibly.

Paul Breece handles guitar and vocals. He’s a gifted death metal growler and exhibits an impressive range of roars, grunts, and wretches. Some of his delivery truly feels like a broadcast from the Ninth Circle of Hell and he clearly commits his all to the effort. Guitar-wise he delivers interesting color and flourishes at times, mining Azagthoth-esque terrors and delving into Incantation-adjacent caverns of disgust, but far too often he sticks to these utterly meatheaded chug grooves to the point where it starts to feel like a parody of death metal itself. There needs to be more diversity from track to track and even within the tracks themselves to keep attention focused. On the plus side, ex-Skeltonwitch drummer Dustin Boltjes does all he can to add interest and energy in his performance and I frequently ended up focusing on his playing as the grooves tried to smooth out my brain wrinkles.

Flesher have a big, fat, hairy sound, and like the mythical ogre, that sound is not smart. I love my death metal as stupid as the next stupid death fan, but Tales of Grotesque Demise too often veers into brain-dead territory where drool is the only by-product. Maybe the fact that I was Covid-positive while marinating in Flesher’s ponderous output colored my reaction. Maybe a healthier, more vibrant Steel would find big stupid fun amongst the vast sea of chugs. I guess we’ll never know. In summary, piledriving is a lifestyle choice and this thing will certainly pile-drive you if nothing else.

Addendum ov Steel: This album is scheduled to release on September 15th, not August 15th. Mistakes were made.

Rating: 2.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 256 kbps mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness
Website: flesher1.bandcamp.com/album
Releases Worldwide: September 15th, 2023

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Unfamiliar with their first couple of albums, it doesn’t take long to become acquainted with The Bleeding’s gnarly formula. If you guessed Cannibal Corpse worship, you guessed wrong. Instead, The Bleeding channel ripping death-thrash with a mean blackened edge to consider plugging into your veins if the likes of Skeletonwitch, Necropanther, Raider, Demolition Hammer or criminally underrated Soulless float your boat. Throw in some OSDM and classic German thrash influences and you have a tasty recipe. What they lack in originality, The Bleeding compensate with a sound fueled by modern traits, killer riffs and sharp precision, yet nasty enough to appease the old school thrashers and underground aficionados with its roughed-up edges and brawling aggression. Such calculated fury is best consumed in palatable chunks, and Monokrator’s shade over half-hour runtime works to the band’s advantage, leaving little space for overcooked songs or unnecessary filler.

The Bleeding’s mode of destruction is largely built upon beastly thrash workouts jacked on speed, gritty basslines, and meaty, intricate riffs, as Jamie Stungo’s acidic, solidly rounded vocals contribute to the album’s nasty, shit-kicking edge and aggressive attack. The songwriting may overall fall short of greater heights, though frequently provides solid entertainment, with some genuinely cut above material hinting at The Bleeding’s budding potential. “Chemical Lobotomy” is a straight-up thrasher to open proceedings, kicking the listener in the guts with a sprightly and spiteful barrage of galloping rhythms, spitfire vocals and wild soloing. From here onwards The Bleeding blaze ahead with reckless abandon. “Chainsaw Deathcult” showcases the excellent, gritty bass work of Jordan Muscatello, and band’s penchant for throwing down tight death-thrash anthems with wailing solos, contrasting vocal tradeoffs, and gleefully violent mid-paced romps and seething grooves. Like the stronger material here, it also delivers catchy hooks.

While speed is prominent, The Bleeding nail the slower-to-mid-paced tempo shifts with aplomb, often supplementing their gnarled, thrashing attack with brutal, headbanging chugs, featuring some of the album’s strongest riffs and most viciously unhinged vocals, evidenced on the punishing midpoint of “Screams of Torment,” and belligerent early throes of the well-paced “On Wings of Tribulation.” Riff-stacked rumblers ‘Mutation Chamber” and “Union of Horror” are other memorable standouts, harvesting a plentiful supply of quality riffs, divebombing solos, and impactful vocal performances. The guts of the album are navy strength, but a slight dip towards the album’s end slightly compromises the final quality, though in fairness it’s never less than decent and often very good. The quality of the vocals, bass that demands attention, and wildly entertaining axework elevates some of the less remarkable tuneage, making for a deceptively memorable and addictive listen.

Although initially Monokrator didn’t leave much impression, with further listens The Bleeding’s gritty, no-frills death-thrash tools, solid riffs, and hugely energetic and deceptively dynamic sound hit the sweet spot. The Bleeding sound confident, belligerent and mightily pissed off throughout Monokrator. Sure, the production is a little stock standard, and holistically Monokrator does not quite live up the promise of its strongest cuts, however, it remains an exuberantly fun ride; a lean, tough thrasher that hits hard and pulls no punches.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 192 kbps mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: thebleeding.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/TheBleedingOfficial
Releases Worldwide: June 9th, 2023

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