“Vida Blue, Mamaleek’s ninth full-length, mourns the 2023 death of member Eric Livingston – paralleled by the Oakland Athletics’ relocation to Las Vegas. It reflects on legendary pitcher and namesake Vida Blue’s legacy – and Livingston’s. In honor and homage, Vida Blue takes the squelching and jangling hemorrhaging cyst-blues template of 2022’s impressive Diner Coffee, painting a ’70’s folk-, blues-, prog- and jazz-rock sheen across it with reckless abandon.” Memories, moments, baseball.
“As a child of the ’90s, I was not around to understand the nuances of every synth-driven art rock movement that arose in the decades preceding. While the inimitable Cherd of Doom, the illustrious Kenstrocity and the sometimes-imitable Dolphin Whisperer explained to me the differences between post-punk, shoegaze, and goth rock, tossing out names like My Bloody Valentine, The Sisters of Mercy, and Wire, Executioner’s Mask gives no shits – they’re just out here just doing their thing.” Masks off at midnight.
“August promo-picking gets weird around the Sump, weird enough even for this reviewer’s detritus-sifting sensibilities. But the sophomore album from Rochester, NY’s Fourth Dominion stood out to me for two reasons. First: a quietly stunning, lovely piece of album art. Secondly: the multiple genre drops of gothic metal, post-punk, and a peculiar term new to me: “deathwave.” Lead vocalist and primary songwriter Meadow Wyand seems to have coined the term to describe the burgeoning gothic/alt-metal scene, a style encapsulated by the much-loved moniker Chameleons, Unto Others.” Untooth or retooth?
“Few things make as big a difference to genre as vocals. If it doesn’t have raspy screeching, can it still be called black metal? If it doesn’t sound like a certain blue monster swapped his addiction from cookies to craniums, can it still be called death metal? Vuur & Zijde is a new project that tests these questions with an odd blend of post-black and post-punk, eschewing harsh vocals entirely and glorifying love rather than hate.” Love in the blackness.
“Having spread the spectrum of their influences across a few EPs, Ponte del Diavolo reigns in the fettering ambience and shriekier black metal extremes of their formative work for this debut full-length. In this regard, these witchcraft-worshipping Italians come across like a punk-edged, tremolo riff-informed Sabbath Assembly, with mic-echantress Erba del Diavolo capturing the same essence of cult-fearing warble that a fervent Jamie Meyers possesses.” Tomb knives.
“Few albums reveled in existential despair like Sun of Nothing’s The Guilt of Feeling Alive. While punishing in ways that recall Neurosis or Blindead, it settled heavily into tension and despondence beneath the devastation. It always hinted at something without fully grasping it, fluid and powerful heft contrasting with an overwhelming bleakness. Despite its black metal influence, Sun of Nothing did not offer a bleakness like DSBM’s passing glance at a winter landscape, but represented the grey of its troubling cover art: the day-in and day-out of a cold, tired, and worn city, shrouded in smog. For its first album in fourteen years, the Greek quartet has offered something that stands shoulder to shoulder.” Maze of tormets.
“Baratro is a side project of Dave Curran of Unsane. If that shouldn’t clue you in on the level of sonic abuse that awaits you on The Sweet Smell of Unrest, then get outta my face. Noise rock is already a caustic breed of music, a nasty chocolate coating, but when you fuse it with the megaton weight of sludge, the heavy peanut butter, you’ve got yourself a sonic peanut butter cup of bludgeoning pain.” Two great pains that hurt even more together.
“What a weird band Laster is. As a name in the ever-expanding roster of strange, wailing, and skronk-toned black metal spilling off the banks of Utrecht, Netherlands, the three cloaked comrades join the ranks of other regarded underground acts like Grey Aura, Nusquama, and Verval—each featuring a Laster member no less—truly pushing the bounds of what the genre can harbor.” Laster man standing.
“Here we are again strung upon KEN mode’s newest, fresh-faced outing, VOID—well, as fresh a face as these Canucks can muster. NULL’s intense and twisted Red Demon has fractured into a split visage of terrified sadness and caved-in confidence. Though KEN mode has little to fret over in the performance realm, the returning four-piece lineup boasting some of the most diverse and rich talents of the band’s career, a troubled mind, this demon state, does not find solace through notes of proficiency and creativity.” Face of things to come.
“Totem is a difficult album to pin down, probably because Night Goat are a difficult group to pin down. The promo material describes them as “abrasive, slashing, dark noise rock/death rock, with elements of goth, post-punk, and doom.” I think that’s as fitting a description as any, although I also hear no a small amount of sludge and hardcore creeping in from time to time.” Never unchain the night (goat).
