A View From The Back Of The Room: A Halloween Haunting - Black Lakes (Keith Boswell)

Black Lakes, Delour & Drown Theory, The Patriot, Cumlin, 30.10.26

On a dark and almost Hallows eve, tonight’s gig takes me to The Patriot to witness the delights of Drown Theory, Delour and headliners Black Lakes. Playing to an almost capacity crowd the music gets underway with the South Walians, Drown Theory, delivering their brand of exciting metalcore to a very receptive audience.

Interestingly the next band, a mixture of metalcore and melodic interludes, are also from South Wales. Delour was put together purely on line during the covid era and has thus more recently manifested into a physical format. Their set begins with the bone crushing Drown Out The Silence and receives a good response from this audience who are already starting to warm up for the main event. 

The set continues with the hard hitting Guarded and concludes with Suncrusher. The mixed vocal finery from the excellent Aaron Roberts coupled with the extensive groves and crunching riffs really propels this band into one to watch.

With the crowd suitably warmed up and the Black Lakes faithful now in place at the barrier the lights dim and the introductory film plays depicting images of band members and the band logo in prominent position throughout. 

The band members are suitably dressed for the Halloween occasion with rams’ head like masks, typical Black Lakes cloaks and a variety of Halloween themed makeup. Will Preston the lead singer takes the stage to complete this theatrical, atmospheric start to the show with a wolfs type mask and dressed / covered almost exclusively in all over black be it cloak or makeup. The crowd respond enthusiastically to this arrival and the sense of anticipation is palpable.

The band immediately launch into, Burn, their 2024 single from the Dead Gods album. Heavy guitars begin to thump the tune out as fans begin to nod their heads and sing along in appreciation. Preston starts to put his musical spell over the audience supported very amiably by the very dark eye makeup giving an if almost possessed by demonic forces.

White Cliffs follows immediately supported by the excellent Avarice to keep the room at simmering point. Not content with playing what are clearly fan favourites from their first two albums Black Lakes treat the swelling crowd with some new material including Wildfire with its heavy riffs and lightly delivered vocals went down a storm with this Crumlin crowd. 

With addition of further favourites Verity In Flames and the ground shaking Hurricane the time for the final song had sadly arrived. Dead Gods bring the set to a close on a high send the audience home very happy, I’m sure.

All in all, some great music was witnessed from all three bands tonight, unfortunately the sound quality on occasion was perhaps not quite what it should have been, nevertheless the bands all came away with having delivered three good sets. 7/10

Reviews: IGNEA, Beyond Extinction, Big Ass Truck I.E., Swervedriver (Matt Bladen & Spike)

IGNEA - Monumental (Napalm Records) [Matt Bladen]

Monumental is an album about nostalgia, the fourth album from this Ukrainian four piece runs through "the grandeur and ambition of Cold War space dreams to the melancholy of urban decay" so running though a lived history of their country, writing and recording during one of its most turbulent times.

The fact that's this is IGNEA's second album written during conflict particularly telling and shows considerable strength and commitment to their music on their part, as to conceive an album his difficult enough but to do it under a continuing illegal invasion and constant attacks from Russia during the icy temperatures and power outages in Kyiv is something else entirely.

No wonder then that the band have looked back on the past, vocalist and Helle Bohdanova and keyboardist Yevhenii Zhytniuk, crafting the lyrics and music for this album that is "an ode to the past", deeply entrenched in the retrofuturism of the Soviet era, how many of the new buildings built during that time spoke of progress but ultimately were made left to ruins and how they can adapted in the modern day into something more, if peace was in place.

These themes are driven by the hugely melodic metal tracks, the keyboard and vocals the the two most prominent elements as Yevhenii creates sweeping orchestrations, electronic bounces, industrial stomps and power/melodeath gallops with his keys while Helle switches between soaring cleans and gutteral screams.

It's an album that is blends grandiose artistry with technical brilliance, from the almost dreamlike Darkness, into the pulsing beats of Prefab which features Andy LaPlegua and the pulsating 80's synthwave of What Buildings Dream Of, there's a dynamic fusion to all the elements of this record.

With I Am In Hell a short instrumental that is inspired by commercials we slip into Between No Longer And Not Yet a track that has some Eastern influences and a progressive run time quickly deafened by Harmony Manufactured which is battering melodeath with Britta Görtz of HIRAES bringing harsh growls in conjunction to Helle's dreamlike delivery.

Monumental offers up another slice of the unique sound of IGNEA, they are a modern metal band brimming with electronic augmentations that sees them fit into several genre categories, thrilling, danceable and heavy as lead, the Ukrainian band are still focussed on creating music despite facing unthinkable barriers. 9/10

Beyond Extinction - Three Swords EP (Self Released) [Matt Bladen]

16 minutes of intensity now with Three Swords the new EP from Essex deathcore mob Beyond Extinction.

The band who emerged almost fully formed a few years ago, having maturity in their songwriting, venom in their performance and that right balance of ominous atmospheres, disgusting downtuned grooves and vocals ripped from hell itself.

Their music makes good use of the start, stop style that features so heavily in the deathcore scene, the opening Witchfinder creeping with terrifying intimidation as it seeks it next victim, the first of four tracks here inspired by the horrors and plentiful history of their native county.

With marshland folklore and rituals, witch trials, the dangers of the natural landscape and the black plague all visited on this record, don't come into it expecting an easy ride as Beyond Extinction are here to bring the tales of the blood soaked east.

After Witchfinder starts the day comes the tribal bludgeoning of Skin Of The Beast, then it's the murky The Estuary, caked in mud, mystery and misery while the bludgeoning A Dark Sickness piles "bodies, on bodies, on bodies" with this final beat down.

Another lot of battery from Beyond Extinction, intelligent lyrical content over crushing groove and an undercurrent of ambient wickedness beneath the surface. 8/10

Big Ass Truck I.E. – Found On Road Dead (Nuclear Blast) [Spike]

Every now and then, a band shows up with a moniker so bluntly ridiculous that it demands an immediate double-take. Southern California’s Big Ass Truck I.E. (the initials repping their Inland Empire stomping grounds) aren't here to whisper high-minded philosophical treatises in your ear. 

They promised vehicular beatdown hardcore, and across five tracks clocking in at an exact, breathless ten minutes, their Nuclear Blast debut Found On Road Dead delivers precisely that: an unbroken, concrete-flattening collision of beatdown, metallic hardcore, and sheer unadulterated hostility.

The tone is set before the tires even bite the tarmac. The opening title track, Found On Road Dead, kicks off with an ominous line: "Hell is only a word, reality is much worse." From there, the floor drops out from underneath you. The riffs don't just hit; they feel like getting side-swiped on the motorway by an eighteen-wheeler hauling gravel. 

It spills immediately into lead single Dragging Meat, which, at just over three minutes, is practically the progressive centrepiece of an EP built entirely for violent room-clearing. The accompanying groove has that disgusting, low-tuned crunch that bridges 90s nu-metal bounce with ignorant, knuckle-dragging hardcore efficiency.

What makes this bite-sized release so deeply satisfying is the total lack of fat. When they tap the brakes on Big Ass Gun, it isn’t to let you catch your breath; it’s so they can downshift into an agonizingly heavy, half-time crawl that rattles right through your fillings. Drummer Andres Torres lays into his kit with terrifying malice, making every snare crack and bass-drum kick feel like a personal vendetta against human bone density.

By the time Forced Through Sludge grinds through its filthy low-end muck and the 54-second blast of 1 Trillion Pounds arrives to obliterate whatever structural integrity was left standing, you feel like you've been run over, reversed over, and left in the gutter.

There’s a refreshing, unpretentious honesty to bands who understand exactly what their sound is built to do and refuse to dress it up in polite airs. Found On Road Dead brings that feral, fun-as-hell aggression back to the forefront of modern hardcore without losing an ounce of genuine technical punch. 

With UK tour dates slated for 2027, you can bet I'll be keeping an eagle eye on the gig listings as experiencing this kind of vehicular violence in a packed venue is going to be an absolute bloodbath. A cracking debut. 9/10

Swervedriver – Raise Demos (Outer Battery Records) [Spike]

There is a massive difference between a lazy, barrel-scraping archival dump and a genuine time capsule that lets you watch history being forged in real time. 

Having just picked up the 35th anniversary edition of Raise which is an absolute belter of an album that sounds as vital, petrol-fuelled, and massive today as it did three and a half decades ago, sitting down with Raise Demos hits on an entirely different emotional frequency. 

It is the audio equivalent of watching the artist actually painting the canvas stroke by stroke in a freezing, paint-spattered workshop, rather than simply standing in polite reverence in front of the finished masterpiece hung up in a gallery. You get to witness the raw, unpolished spark of creation that most bands keep locked away behind closed studio doors.

The backstory alone reads like pure, unadulterated rock folklore. Transport yourself back to the autumn and winter of 1990/91: London in the affordable years. Huddled inside Playground Studios, a former car repair garage tucked away behind the imposing, Clockwork Orange-esque concrete monolith of Camden’s Maiden Lane estate, Swervedriver set up camp in a tiny converted storeroom. 

Surrounded by tangled cables, battered Converse High Tops, dimming fluorescent tubes, and roaring Marshall stacks, with the looming spectre of Gulf War One flickering on an office black-and-white portable TV, Adam Franklin, Jimmy Hartridge, and company plugged straight into a cassette-based Tascam Portastudio with the needles slammed firmly into the red.

That specific rehearsal-room geography bleeds through every single second of these ten tracks. From the opening squall of Sandblasted, the sheer immediacy grabs you by the throat. It isn't high-gloss studio perfection; you can hear the physical buzz of FX pedals, the warm hiss of overloaded magnetic tape, and the dry room ambience of four musicians sweating out ideas in real time. 

Yet, far from diminishing the songs, that primitive grit highlights just how formidable Swervedriver's songwriting chops were right out of the traps. Sandblasted and Sunset arrived in the world practically fully formed, already packing that ferocious blend of Detroit proto-punk muscle (the Stooges and MC5) and swirling British shoegaze texturing that always set the Oxford crew miles apart from their more passive, gaze-at-their-shoes peers.

What makes this collection so endlessly fascinating is tracing the architecture taking shape. On Flawed, Hands, and Pile Up, the riffs hit like tectonic plates shifting across concrete floorboards. When Melody Maker reviewed their Camden Underworld warm-up show around this time, they famously noted that the band "hew their melodies from the hills themselves," and that elemental power is on full display here. These aren't fragile, polite indie-rock sketches; they are great, roaring slabs of fuzz, volume, and momentum.

The second half of the recording offers pure gold for the dedicated heads. Lead Me Where You Dare and Sci Flyer showcase that effortless, swaggering sense of groove, while Feel So Real captures that breathless moment when a late-breaking composition suddenly locks into focus just weeks before official studio tracking begins. 

And while Rave Down bypassed the demo stage entirely, closing out with the alternate Raise-era take of Mustang IV (a sibling to the classic Son Of Mustang Ford) gives the release a poignant, reflective full stop, capped by an alternate, cleaner finish that fans have never heard before.

Raise Demos doesn't pretend to be an audiophile showpiece, nor should it be. It is a loud, dirty, and utterly authentic glimpse into the engine room of a classic debut album being brought to life through cold weather, cheap beer and boundless creative fire. 

If you already love Raise, hearing these building blocks is nothing short of a revelation. A brilliant, essential piece of rock history. 9/10

Reviews: The Temperance Movement, Bobbie Dazzle, Admiral Sir Cloudselley Shovell, Twin Temple (Matt Bladen)

The Temperance Movement - New Promise Land Incorporated (Earache Records)

I'll be honest, I didn't think this would ever happen. It seemed that after 2018's A Deeper Cut, all did not seem well in The Temperance Movement, they had fallen off the wagon if you will, and the hiatus they went in after that record just seemed to get longer and longer.

However in 2025, they returned, taking to the stage once again for a round of sold out shows including O2 Forum Kentish Town. Since then they've stormed festivals such as Steel house and beyond, the rebirth of The Temperance Movement now a fully realised as they easily slipped back into that well worn retro rock n roll groove they established back in the 2010's.

The Temperance Movement were one of the band that quickly transcended that NWOCR from the period, their rootsy, honest, blue collar R&B, appealing to a wider audience than just rockers, it's for anyone that grew up with The Stones and The Faces, to modern acts such as The Black Crowes, the band play music that has blues and soul at its core, Phil Campbell's rough and honeyed vocals, aching with emotion.

They were celebrated, loved and looked like they were going to take over the world and the cracks started to show and then enough was enough, but with a break comes a refocus, bygones are bygones and The Temperance Movement are now back with fourth album New Promise Land Incorporated.

From the shuffling Shadows, we're shaking with some Zep, the belly of the blues burns hit in Eat You Alive, Silverlight Blues, Always Been Love, set against these hip shaking rockers are moments of fragility and sentiment on Mongrels and Hometown Kings & Queens. Love Kicks bounces like Dr Feelgood, Saving Grace strips everything back to just to acoustics, electric piano and vocals beautifully.

A record to return to their roots, literally, recording it live in the studio with the their producer Ethan Johns, this is what it sounds like to be in the studio with The Temperance Movement, recorded live-to-tape, there's no place to hide, but the band thrive in the live arena and from the opening moments there's a synergy that is almost as if they've never been away.

Raw, rowdy, rough and ready, The Temperance Movement return to the business of rock n roll. 9/10

Bobbie Dazzle - Star Power (Rise Above Records)

Arriving from some long forgotten Star system where it's always the 1970's, Bobbie Dazzle arrived in 2024 with the answer to the question "What would an album from The Sweet and Jethro Tull sound like?" The answer was Fandabidozi, a catsuit clad, glam rock record from an alternate 1974.

Bobbie Dazzle, is the alter ego of Siân Greenaway, vocalist and flute player who has embraced her solo project in the same way as Bowie or Alice Cooper would, embodying it totally, in fact Bobbie opened for Alice on his most recent tour, Ozzy's passing on the first day hitting everyone hard but bringing the touring partners closer, mourning the loss of a West Country hero (Dazzle) and an iconic peer (Cooper).

It's this dedication to rock n roll that had her push through a diagnosis and extremely difficult fight with endometriosis that left her wheelchair bound but she embraced her disability and is now an advocate for it pushing through to deliver her exuberant stage performance that's been captured across her debut and this follow up.

While Fandabidozi was an introduction to Bobbie Dazzle, Star Power is a follow up that defines her, still featuring huge glam rockers inspired by Sweet, ELO, Alice Cooper and The Spiders From Mars, it's also got a bit more hard grit to it than album one and a wider range of sounds coming through such as moments of Queen and plenty of prog with Wonder putting Kansas together with Muse, while elsewhere there's Styx and Rush (Take To The Streets)

Written with keyboardist Chris Dando, who is integral to these songs with the keys/syths and harmony vocals which are just perfect on the choruses of tracks such as Planets Collide. The duo are joined by guitarist Ash Baker, bassist Leon Smith, while Lita Ford gives a killer solo to Feel It To and Snakes And Ladders features and was co-wroteen by Gareth McGrillen Of Pendulum..

However it's the powerhouse vocals, parps of flute, bold rock rhythmns and extremely contagious catchiness of this record that will bring you back for more, Bobbie Dazzle is about making happy music, music built for escapism, to take you away to another place when things get hard, knowing you will always have music.

An alter-ego for its creator and another world of retro goodies for its listeners, there's some serious Star Power here on Bobbie Dazzle album two. 8/10

Admiral Sir Cloudselley Shovell - The Trouble With The Shovell (Rise Above Records)

The Admiral is gonna get dirty again on what is their fifth album and The Trouble With The Shovell is that if you come here expecting a modern take on retro rock then, I'm afraid you're all out of luck but if bell bottoms, sideburns and some audio filth are your thing then welcome to the booze-soaked world of Admiral Sir Cloudselley Shovell.

Have been slinging dirt since 2008, it's been seven years since their last record, Uncertain Times, the band going through a lot of personals stuff and junk but the calling is always there and they return with new drummer Glenn Stebbings joining vocalist/guitarist Johnny Gorilla and bassist Louis Comfort-Wiggett as the newest incarnation of these pub rock rebels.

Self described as "spunk rock" The Shovell always hit on that amalgamation of 70's and early 80's rock, as the influences come from Status Quo, Budgie, Man, The Groundhogs and any band that didn't care for being cool or hip. They and Shovell are content just jamming to blues based psych rock, that has the distortion pedal cranked up for maximum volume, fit for a brawl at your local after too many pints of brown ale.

It's not big or clever, The Admiral aren't in it for fame or fortune (though that would be nice right?) they want to play, on stage, in the studio, your local, your nans house, anywhere they can rattle the walls, drink a shed load and grab a kebab afterwards, and to be honest that's there biggest appeal. The Trouble With The Shovell is that their hairy, grease rockers that want to have a good time and play music and their ain't nothing wrong with that! 8/10

Twin Temple - Doomed Lovers (Pentagrammaton Records)

You have to think how much life you're going to get out of 'Satanic Doo-Wop', it feels as if this ode to old Hollywood glamour, the occult and 50's rock n roll, wouldn't last past being curio for a few years, but it seems Alexandra and Zachary James are dedicated to riding this hearse until the wheels fall off.

Both openly identify as Satanists so they they add some street cred to their celebration of the dark lord, which is often lacking in other bands that praise Lucifer and all his works but for Twin Temple they never go outright and shout about it, it's all about smile and mirrors alluding too it through innuendo and their campy, vampy stage personas.

It's odd then why there would be an uproar from country musician Charley Crockett, who through them off his tour as their image didn't quite fit with his conservative Christian following but hey, all publicity is good publicity right? Anyway it seems at least one of country musics most recognised names is on board, because Shooter Jennings produced this sophomore record, on analogue equipment at his Sunset Sound Studios in Hollywood, the guitar, drums and vocals given grandeur by the 37-piece orchestra.

With the orchestra in place, the songs on Doomed Lovers sounds like a soundtrack to a film driven by occult lust, undying love, spectral obsession and ultimately the devotion of the central couple to each other. Be it doo-wop, country, big band or any other pre-The Beatles popular music, Twin Temple serve up another retro treat that isn't revolutionary but doesn't feel like an end just yet. 7/10

A View From The Back Of The Room: BRAT (Alex Tobias)

BRAT, DOSED & BLUNT IMPACT, Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff, 28.10.26

Tonight, I head into the Welsh capital to catch BRAT on the opening night of their UK tour, with support from DOSED and BLUNT IMPACT. Three bands, one venue and plenty of opportunities for some serious pit action. Let's get inside Clwb Ifor Bach and see what unfolds.

First up tonight are BLUNT IMPACT (7). The Surrey-based band have travelled to Cardiff to open proceedings, and what a way to kick things off. The sheer force and ferocity they bring to the stage from the opening notes is impressive. It's a glorious surge of half-time breakdowns and full-on, classic hardcore riffs that make you want to groove your way around the almost-full downstairs venue.

With just two singles released so far, Bonded By Hate and Lower, the band are already making their presence felt. The latter is a snarling, gritty, slower-paced hardcore assault that gets our first taste of anarchy brewing in the pit.

The memes are flowing freely onstage, too, with the band making excellent use of popular social media soundbites. They're guaranteed to put a smile on your face just moments before you're launching yourself into the front pit. It's a great bit of entertainment that adds another dimension to their already entertaining performance.

A confident, thoroughly solid set and a cracking way to open tonight's proceedings.

After fifteen minutes outside, allowing the steam to dissipate from our bodies and grabbing some much-needed fresh air, we're back in the thick of things with Welsh hardcore outfit DOSED (8).

Having recently caught the band supporting Soulfly and Nailbomb in Birmingham, I was genuinely looking forward to seeing them again on a smaller stage, giving me the opportunity to experience both sides of their live performance.

The biggest compliment I could pay them last time was that they looked absolutely at home sharing a much bigger stage with some genuine legends of metal. So there was little doubt in my mind that tonight would deliver another strong performance.

It's one thing commanding a crowd in a large venue, but what about those smaller, grittier rooms, where you need to get the audience closer to the action and engage with them on a much more personal level?

That's exactly what we get tonight.

Vocalist Fozzy leads by example, getting out into the crowd and helping kick-start the pits as the band's wall of sound tears through the room. At one point, he even gets himself tangled around the solitary support pole as the band's assault triggers our first circle pit of the evening during Fucked With A Pickaxe, taken from their EP No Signal, released earlier this year.

Unfortunately, the band are a member down tonight due to illness, but that does absolutely nothing to dampen the sound or energy filling the room. They power through regardless, delivering another thoroughly impressive performance.

Another great set from a hardcore band that will happily smash you to pieces and leave you wanting more. Get out there and catch them live – it's a damn fine hour of hardcore fun!

More breathing space and fresh air before tonight's headliners. Hailing all the way from the birthplace of jazz, New Orleans, USA, it's time for the decidedly un-jazzy BRAT (8).

Grindcore, deathgrind or their own self-proclaimed Barbiegrind – whatever particular flavour of extreme music you're after, the insane beats and riffs coming from the stage tonight are utterly intoxicating.

From the very first song, BRAT unleash a relentless assault. Dustin Eagan is an absolute magician with the sticks, effortlessly navigating a barrage of evil blast beats while keeping the bounce going whenever the music demands it. His drumming is a huge part of what makes the band's sound so infectious.

The band have recently released their latest album, Manslayer, so the majority of tonight's set draws from that record, although we also get a few tracks from their debut full-length, 2024's Social Grace.

Having spent the last week or so listening to the new album, it's great to finally hear some of these tracks brought to life onstage, including the title track, Manslayer. The crowd clearly agrees, as from song one they're two-stepping and circle-pitting with enough energy to keep the Welsh capital bouncing for a week.

Vocalist Liz Selfish commands the stage, unleashing some seriously impressive, guttural growls of pure evil filth. Meanwhile, guitarist Brenner Moate delivers brutal picking and soul-clutching breakdown riffs, while bassist Ian Hennessey is little more than a hardcore blur of movement and mosh throughout.

It's a great start to the UK tour, if you ask me. Perhaps not the biggest crowd the band could have hoped for, but those who made it down were treated to a full-on blast of heavy musical mayhem. Plenty of circle pits, loads of great music and an opportunity to let loose – exactly what a night like this should be about.

It was a genuine pleasure to catch BRAT on the opening night of their UK tour, and hopefully this is just the beginning of a successful run across the country.

A damn fine night in Cardiff! All three bands brought their best, and the crowd loved every second of it – myself included. Three very different takes on heavy music, but one common denominator: an absolute commitment to delivering the goods live. Plenty of riffs, plenty of aggression, plenty of pit action and, most importantly, plenty of fun.

What more could you ask for?

A View From The Back Of The Room: The Quireboys (Tony Gaskin & Debby Myatt)

The Quireboys,The Karma Effect & The Soho Dukes, KK’s Steel Mill, Wolverhampton, 16.10.26

Tonight at KK’s Steel Mill, doors opened at 7:00 O'clock and a queue already buzzing with anticipation everyone came ready to party! Spike and the gang returned to town with a powerhouse supporting lineup featuring The Soho Dukes and The Karma Effect.

Opening the night were those cheeky London Town bovver boys, The Soho Dukes (8) currently one of Spike's favourite bands. They kicked things off with swagger, high energy, and plenty of raw rock 'n' roll attitude to get the room warmed up.

Hot prospects The Karma Effect (9) took the stage next, raising the temperature even further. With their soulful, hard-hitting classic rock sound and undeniable stage presence, they proved exactly why they are one of the most talked-about rising bands on the scene right now.

When The Quireboys (10) took to the stage, it instantly turned into a full-blown party. The current lineup features, Luke Morley (guitar), Neil Mogg (bass), Willie Dowling (keys), Harry James (drums) and of course Spike himself up front.

This is quite possibly the best and tightest line-up the band has ever put together. The musical prowess on display was incredible, but what really shone through was the camaraderie—the constant banter and genuine grins made it clear they were having absolute fun up there.

The band ripped through a hit-packed setlist. From the bluesy swagger of Misled and Whippin' Boy to the powerhouse singalongs during classics like Hey You and 7 O'Clock, the crowd lapped it up and sang along to everything. The emotional delivery of I Don't Love You Anymore provided a towering moment before bringing the house down.

It was classic Quireboys at their absolute finest—unapologetic, high-octane rock 'n' roll delivered with massive smiles and top-tier musicianship. Spike is one of our last rock ‘n’ roll hedonists, and long may it continue!

Reviews: Korrupt, Absolute Power, Sarcrator, Helter Skelter (Spike, Keith Boswell, Mateusz Stefanow & Joe Guatieri)

Korrupt – The Weight We Carry (Holler Records) [Spike]

There’s a very particular brand of Scandinavian metallic music that manages to sound utterly freezing while burning with raw, feverish punk fury. Norway’s Korrupt have been sharpening that exact blade for years. When their second record Secret Sorrows landed back in 2023, it made waves by anchoring black-rock swagger to a venomous hardcore backbone. 

On their third full-length outing, The Weight We Carry, the Kristiansand crew have chosen not to settle into a comfortable groove. Instead, they’ve turned the thermostat down to sub-zero, stripped away any lingering polite gloss, and delivered nine tracks of ferocious, blackened hardcore and razor-sharp thrash that hits with genuine, teeth-grinding malice.

Right from the opening salvos of Narrative Warfare, the intent is unmistakable. There’s no ambient wind-up or cinematic throat-clearing; Marius Jahnsen and company dive straight into icy, fast-picked tremolos that crash headlong into stomping, pit-clearing hardcore grooves. What immediately elevates this beyond standard crust-punk fare is the sheer calibre of the hooks. Even when the tempo redlines and the dual vocal attack sounds like throats being stripped of their lining, Korrupt never lose sight of a formidable guitar lead.

That dynamic balance pays huge dividends as the album rolls into Waiting For The Sun and Being, Paranoid. On the latter, the tempo pulls back into a muscular, swaggering rock cadence without sacrificing an ounce of physical menace. The twin vocal arrangements overlap and collide with breathless urgency, keeping the venom boiling beneath melodic riffs that feel tailor-made to be screamed back by a room packed tight against a stage barrier.

The centrepiece run is arguably the most punishing stretch the band has ever put to tape. Single Devoted To The Grave is an absolute ripper, blending high-octane black-and-roll guitar licks with a bone-crunching hardcore breakdown that begs for bodies to be hurled across a floor. From there, Deathwish hits like an unhinged sprint before Totalitarian lands a haymaker to the jaw. 

Lyrically, the album takes the traditional religious lexicon of sin, guilt, penance, and salvation and weaponizes it against systemic control, institutional oppression, and personal burnout. When gang chants and melodic clean-vocal flourishes surface unexpectedly on "Totalitarian," they don't soften the blow; they add stark, tragic contrast to the surrounding savagery.

Down the stretch, Eternal Rest opens with murky, death-metal-tinged weight before snapping into their trademark feral thrash, setting up the climactic closer I Am The Soil. Ending the journey where much of its lyrical trauma lives, buried deep, but refusing to stay down, it claws its way through layers of grim distortion and driving rhythm toward an exhausted, hard-won catharsis.

The Weight We Carry is lean, nasty, and relentlessly focused. By fusing the atmospheric frost of Norwegian black metal with the unpretentious, room-clearing punch of metallic hardcore, Korrupt have delivered their most confident, punishing, and memorable statement to date. A blistering, essential listen. 9/10

Absolute Power – Needs Must When the Devil Drives (Time to Kill Records) [Keith Boswell]

The band Absolute Power takes the form of a side project where invitees come and go but with the nucleus being ever present. Formed in 2006 in England by founder members Simon Efemey and Shane Embury the group created their first album self-titled Absolute Power providing a classical heavy metal brand of music.

2026 sees the release of their sophomore album Needs Must When The Devil Drives on the 30th of October 2026. This release comes some fifteen years since their last offering citing the need to wanting to get it right plus the availability of key personnel as the reasons behind the time span between albums.

This record delivers a brilliant brand of classic heavy metal as a base but also hints at a psychedelic element and also riffs of a thrashy type making the album all in all a good listen. Contributors in this instance are cited as Tim Ripper Owens ex Judas Priest, Mark Gemini Thwaite of The Mission fame and John Cooke of Napalm Death.

Stand out tracks for me on this album include the high intensity Saviour as well as the atmospheric track Within. Of course, the Queen cover of Sheer Heart Attack will always bring the fans in.

Whilst being a quality piece of work I think it does not take itself too seriously and lets the listener just sit back and enjoy. 8/10

Sarcator - The Ones We Follow (Reigning Phoenix Music) [Mateusz Stefanow]

In the late 70’s to early 80s metal experienced an exodus from the groovy, riff-laden tones of Black Sabbath to the crushing weight of death metal, via speed and thrash metal, and Sarcator’s new release, The Ones We Follow, would fit in there perfectly, not quite the simple heavy metal they advertise themselves as being, as it is chock-full of speed and aggression, with heavily melodic sections and almost growl-like vocals giving the album a proto-thrash vibe.

The title track and Underground Streets share clean guitar tones, with chugging riffs and speedy guitar progressions pull the songs along, while the vocals are almost growled, giving the album that common ground between almost heavy and almost thrash.

You Gotta Possess Me features shriekier vocals, building up an almost demonic vibe, which pairs with the cries that Tervonen lets loose, while bringing in speed metal influences that amount to a clean melodic section that establishes the melancholic vibe that permeates the next two songs.

Aside from sounding like a Proust title, In Search Of Oblivion is a relatively slow track, focusing on melodic progressions, restrained or at least less prominent drumming and sections of whispered vocals, give the song a sense of loss, fading and weakening, without losing the metallic intensity.

Rotting Chapels is about 7 minutes long and does not overstay it’s welcome, it keeps up the melancholic atmosphere and features a wind whistling soundbite, pairing beautifully with the drawn out vocals and guitar solo around the midpoint that add to the feeling of abandonment.

This album is simply outstanding, it feels familiar yet fresh and new, featuring unique parallels to other acts that have come before, but these parallels seem to be taken as inspirations that Sarcator have adapted and shaped into their own unique soundscape. 9/10

Helter Skelter - Luciferous Satanous Doomicus! (Ruidoteka Records) [Joe Guatieri]

Helter Skelter are a Doom Metal band from Los Angeles, California. 

They seemingly haven’t been around for too long, from research despite them playing shows, information about them online is very sparse but from what I can tell, they formed sometime in 2023. They put out one single from this EP in August of last year, that being Burn The Witch and they have congregated in the studio since then as over a year later in 2026, Helter Skelter bring us their debut EP, Luciferous Satanous Doomicus.

We sink into this release with track two, Black Acid. The world buzzes with feedback as the sample states, “I don’t like your face, it makes me want to do things to it” and from that moment onwards, death rings at your door. A raw chaotic sound digs itself up out of its own Grace and stumbles away with fuzzy guitars, dominating bass and drums that sound like they were recorded in a small cellar through a tin can.

The bass very much feels like the lead instrument here, taking the reigns, being the loudest of all, at the same time, what might ad well be a million miles away, you hear the vocalist yelling with all of his might and anguish. It’s a scary resemblance to Jus Oborn but I really like the way the singer is going about it, constantly whaling.

Solos peak out from the fog, Wah infused, they feel like some form of hope in this cruel world. Black Acid stays wallowing in this swamp throughout its runtime, it doesn’t introduce anything to keep me guessing but I am loving the ride.

With the following track we go into the aforementioned Burn The Witch, it remains unchanged from its original release and it’s good for it as it’s crushing in every way possible.

Dare I say it’s the most filthy and distorted song on this entire EP but saying that, the bass has a marvellous technical performance here, ghost notes aplenty, this song just locks in together so well. Burn The Witch is my favourite song on Luciferous Satanous Doomicus.

Later on we’ve got track five with Sons Of Set. This song is as evil as the others are but feels more wallowing here, it’s at the point of defeat with its slower, more crawling pace.

One of the best moments on the entire record happens here as from 4:55 onwards, Sons Of Set suddenly flows like a stream with the speed of the song drastically rising like the level of the sea that plans to destroy a small village.

This from all-accounts shouldn’t work as it is a major departure from the established rhythm but the way that Helter Skelter proceeds with it shows that their not afraid of taking risks.

There is a juxtaposition with this though and it continues throughout the full-listen as this remains my biggest critique with the record. At times especially with Sons Of Set in particular, the band pulls too much from the Electric Wizard handbook. Similar lyrical phrases to those used on legendary records like Come My Fanatics and Dopethrone happen again and again.

It just takes away the originality from Helter Skelter, they need to develop their own lore here and their first release is the perfect way to do that. Even if their sound does take heavy influence from the wizard as well, it has enough grit to stand on its own two feet.

It’s the danger of Doom Metal, you don’t want to emulate anything too much regardless of how cool and dark it is. Nothing that the band is doing here with its theming is egregious and it doesn’t make my skin crawl, it’s just a little bit annoying.

Helter Skelter haven’t reinvented the wheel here but I think that for their first go around, they’ve done a damn good job! The songs here leak despair in their attack and the production is a perfect fit for what they’re trying to do, everything feels closed in on itself, in a prison of its own design, it’s so anxiety-inducing.

I have to mention the names of their members here as they’ve all done a brilliant job with Angel Villa on guitar and vocals, their other guitarist Ariel Pang, bassist David Munoz and Frankie Cardenas on drums and keyboards.

Overall with Luciferous Satanous Doomicus, Helter Skelter has made an EP that is as brilliant as it is angry, the only colours its vision are black and white, the rest has been beaten out of it. It perfectly portrays that man around the corner in the alleyway. Don't talk to him or look him in the eye as it can only lead to trouble. 8/10

Reviews: Enslaved, The Berzerker, Somnent, Sea Bastard (Paul Hutchings & Mark Young)

Enslaved - Mið (Nuclear Blast) [Paul Hutchings]

"On Mið (English: “mith”), the Old Norse word for ‘the centre’, ‘the middle’, we are reaching for the centre of ourselves, a journey in all directions”. So reflects the Norwegian powerhouse Black Metal Machine Enslaved, as they prepare to release their 17th album.

As with their most recent releases, including the excellent Heimdal from 2023, the band’s sound continues to evolve in organic style. There is plenty of harshness, with Grutle Kjellson’s vicious gruff roars and yelps a foil to the stylish cleans of Håkon Vinje and Iver Sandøy. Blast beats switch with slower paced tempos; majestic epics intertwined with the thrust of more immediate songs.

Consistency is the watchword here. The blistering progressive exploration of closing song I Miðju the classic example of a band locked in and focused on harmony in their sound. It’s a sprawling giant, complete with atmospheric outro that hangs in the air like mist in the morning.

As an album, Mið doesn’t overstay its welcome. At 43-minutes its compact, especially with eight tracks that include the one-minute intro of Non-Being. Things soon heat up with the explosive I Am Ice which features Sami teacher and musician Johan Sara Jr. 

There’s another important guest, Kevin Kicking Woman, an esteemed Native American educator from the Blackfeet Nation whose contribution provides more texture and layers to an already highly crafted record. His part, on Spirit Helper sees Enslaved expand their natural concepts of the earth and land and captures the band’s determination to make their own rules and sounds. There is plenty of new approaches here once again.

Unafraid to mix keys and synths with their crushing riffs, Enslaved has once again created a superb record that will delight their hardcore and potentially pull in many more. As a final suggestion, dive deep into the eight-minute plus The Parting. It’s a gloriously epic soundscape that draws on native sound and vibes to create something totally unique and in the Enslaved market. 

Another fine release from a band who don’t do anything but excellent. 9/10

The Berzerker - The Reawakening (Apocalyptic Witchcraft) [Paul Hutchings]

If there was one band responsible for pulling the 2026 edition of Damnation Festival towards a sellout, it was the unholy carnage of a resurrected The Bezerker. 2026’s line-up features creator Luke Kenny, alongside Sam Bean, Matt Wilcox and Todd Hansen.

It’s no coincidence that alongside the return of this extreme Australian outfit, the band’s fifth and final album The Reawakening is being reissued via the Apocalyptic Witchcraft label. There are few better combinations with Conor Droney, the man behind the label commenting, “Discovering The Berzerker on a compilation at 15 was a life-changing moment that set me on the path I’m on today. It is only right that The Berzerker would end up working with Apocalyptic Witchcraft. The kings of extreme metal have returned.”

To the uninitiated, this is hell of an entry point. A chaotic explosion of carnage via brutal death metal and industrial programming, it’s like being slugged repeatedly by The Terminator. It doesn’t mess around. Ten tracks in just over 35-minutes is economical, yet here it’s the intensity of the delivery that sucks the breath out of the lungs. Few albums make you gasp for air in the way that this release does.

The programming is aggressive, nasty, powerfully guttural. Thunderous drumming accompanies savage riffs and the snarling, visceral and slightly unnerving vocal delivery. Take the plunge via opener Wisdom And Corruption and brace for impact. It hits hard. Very hard and doesn’t let up. 

Songs with titles like central track Evolution Of Aggression aren’t going to deliver introspective philosophy. Instead, try having your face sand blasted. You’ll probably have a similar experience. Your Final Seconds provides a filthy techno diversion before diving in a swell of carnage that will snap limbs. This is music that destroys.

If you can reach the final bludgeoning of An Unforgotten Force, you’ve demonstrated some staying power. The ultimate Apex predator has returned. If you are Damnation, be afraid, for this will be something special. And frightening. Industrial savagery is back on the menu. 8/10

Somnent - Heirloom (Ardua Records) [Mark Young]

The majority of reviews I do are based on an initial listen while driving. I suspect I’m no different from anyone else in that I consume a lot of new music while commuting. Normally, the car provides a decent barometer of how an album is going to land. Did you skip a track? Could you listen to it all the way through? Did it last the journey?

Sometimes, though, that works against you. An album previously dismissed because it didn’t work can take on a new dimension once you’re able to sit down and simply digest it. That is Heirloom all over.

It is a piece of work that skirts around melodic doom and death metal, but what is definite is the gigantic melancholic pall that dominates every minute. Every chord, drum strike and vocalisation, clean or harsh, has it seeping from every pore. Now, just because I’ve finally understood how to approach this, it doesn’t mean I love it.

By their own admission, the experiences that provided the album’s emotional backbone saw them return to childhood and back again, mining every difficult moment to give it the weight it needed. There are moments of sheer beauty here, an aching and mournful beauty that fights to keep its head above water.

They make no bones about this being a difficult journey, and to classify it as simply another mixture of clean and harsh vocals with black-metal stylings would be wrong. Listen to it in one sitting, without distractions, and it becomes a moving experience, one that brings you in to share their grief while looking towards the possibility of hope and moving forward.

It’s one of those albums where simply dissecting each song in terms of riffs, heavy guitars or blast beats would not do the music justice. The songs have to be heard as a whole because that is how Heirloom has been built.

From the delicate A Voice Of Inner Child, with its cold piano and the almost-whispered vocals of Natalie Drepina, Heirloom seeks to bring you along for the ride. Each song provides another part of the backdrop to this painful journey until we check out with The Feeding Hand, a closing powerhouse that neatly wraps everything in black cloth.

Throughout, Giovanni Antonio barely puts a foot wrong, delivering a measured and controlled vocal performance at every turn. The lead break on the closing track does exactly what it needs to do, recognising its place rather than reaching for the big show. Don’t come here unless you’re prepared to give this album the respect it deserves.

It has taken them four years to get this on tape, a monumental effort to channel whatever experiences have shaped them in this way. In its own fashion, Heirloom becomes an uplifting experience once it finishes, but it takes a toll getting there. That never-ending shroud doesn’t move. The sun barely shines, yet within the darkness is a collection of songs that, taken as a whole, makes this one of the best releases of the year.

I can say that while acknowledging it is not really for me. That doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate beauty when I hear it. 9/10

Sea Bastard - Cyclopean (Road To Masochist) [Mark Young]

This is a tough album to get through. I think that Sea Bastard and their latest opus Cyclopean will take the award for most punishing release of 2026. To give this a manner of context, hands up who remembers the endurance races in Grand Turismo? You couldn’t pause, save halfway through or anything like that. 

Once you pressed start, that was it. For me, this is a lot like that, an album that exacts a heavy toll on the listener in being able to sit and take this on in one go. It is apt that the label is Road To Masochist, I mean you can’t make that up. 

Cyclopean is the Brighton mobs first new album since 2017 and is the very definition of a long-form experience. 4 songs, one hour and 15 minutes of dissonant, sprawling, lugubrious doom of the filthiest order. I don’t want to insult your intelligence (or theirs) by trying talk round each song, there is zero point in me doing that.

If you imagine that there are bands who say they are heavy, and those that are just heavy and can just do it without breaking a sweat. This isn’t just guitars tuned low, it is the way that the songs are built, the way that they have been constructed to satisfy their expectations and wants, not yours or mine.

I’ll be honest, Sea Bastard push beyond what I’m normally able to tolerate within a genre that has thrown me some real treats. Those bands by comparison feel lightweight, and that Sea Bastard have decided to return to show that maybe doom was losing its way. 

Of course this is just supposition on my part, I’ve no evidence or fact to back that statement up and its not like I’m going to do a straw poll on it. Its an honest reaction to a set of songs that are brutal, harsh and as pummelling as any death metal. I can’t even give you the highlight or best song, its just redundant for me to even try to say. 

What you will take from this is dependent on the threshold you have; To say that if you like doom then you will love this is probably not the right thing to say. I won’t sit here and tell you l loved it, that it was riff packed or any of that old pony. It doesn’t feel right to say that it feels twee and a disservice to what they have dropped here because this is massive, I mean properly massive.

If I go back to my opening words, It was an attempt at trying to level a useful comparison with how something that is supposed to be fun can also be genuinely painful. I could have said who remembers the Banyan Tree in Jet Set Willy as being something painful but that would be showing my age. 

They have made an album that ticks all of your heavy boxes and gives you all the treats you want but you are going to work for it. 7/10

Review: Pantheist - Uncanny Times (Matt Bladen)

Pantheïst - Uncanny Times (Argonauta Records)



Formed in 2000 by vocalist/keyboardist Kostas Panagiotou, Pantheïst are a doom metal band that very much lean toward the funeral side of the doomed spectrum.

Over the last 26 years they have been in existence with Kostas at the helm, they have released six previous studio albums, and three EPs, all featuring members who have gone on to or have featured in other doom metal bands. In the time since their inception they have become underground legends and one of the pillars in the funeral doom sphere.

Across those 20 years they have transcended through several countries, several cities and more than several members however in recent years, i.e post pandemic they have become probably the most active version of the band especially live and with the addition of Linda Dumitru on co-vocals, they have played all across the UK and Europe reclaiming their title as one of the premier funeral Doom acts.

As for the recorded side of what they do they recent times they have released an EP, Kings Must Die, that featured the 14 minute title track plus their live show from Organic Doom Vol 1 at Huddersfield Cathedral which featured David Pipe on the Church Organ and gained mainstream press.

This was the first recorded version of this new version of band and it has in my opinion revolutionized the Pantheïst sound with the divine soprano vocals and let me be honest more than just that if you've seen them live, of Linda, juxtaposed with the harsh demonic growls and screams of Kostas making for vocal dynamite.

Alongside the band of Fanel Lefterache (drums), Atanas Kyurkchiev (guitar) and Matt Strangis bass, they have breathed a freshness into these funeral doom epics even going as far as re-recording and reinterpreting versions of their songs, that many would have heard time and time again, to sound completely different.

This was shown on the 25 Years Of Pantheïsm collection from last year which was a celebratory compilation that featured demos, covers, b-sides and new versions, in conjunction with a Quarter Of A Century as a band.

With this EP and Compilation setting the tone it was only a matter of time before Pantheïst recorded the follow up to 2021's Closer To God, their first full length as this most recent line up. Having heard a few of these tracks live already and heard how they have developed, I was eager to hear the definitive recorded versions so as soon as this record dropped into my inbox it was in my ears.

Featuring six tracks in total Uncanny Times is anchored by two songs that you will have heard of you have seen them live in the last year, starting the record is the melancholic, existentialism of The Final Journey. 

Inspired by a philosophical conversation between Kostas and his friend Ricardo in Panama, it's a track that has been gestating for 15 years. The music was written but due to the nature of the song, it was felt vocally it needed to be just right in order to properly recorded.

Written similarly to a classic music score in movements, it was only when Linda joined the band that Kostas felt ready to record it, her classical soprano lending the song a pathos and emotional depth that it so truly deserves.

It's an epic, that welcomes you to these Uncanny Times with a haunting leap into the profound and a discourse in what awaits us on the other side.

Starting with a singular twinkling piano and clean guitar line, the the introduction feels important and sets the perfect tone to let this for this slow building that all about patience, as all good doom is, as soon as the rest of the band join in, we're on familiar territory with a repeating riff coming from Atanas and Matt.

Downtuned and deliberate in it's pacing, against the expressive and measured drumming of Fanel, it's a Funeral march towards the infinite abyss, touching themes that have always been a huge factor in the lyrics of Pantheïst, the huge organ stabs leading to the first soaring moments of Linda's soprano.

After this intro its full doom ahead as organs, riffs and searing guitar leads shift the pace, with Linda shifting into the lower register before really letting loose at around 8 minutes in, like a thunderous, forgotten hymn emerging from long lost church to doom, as the heavy and demonic side explodes, the growls emerge towards the end of this incredible opener.

The other track that anchors this record is Ithaca Out Of Sight, a sound of a cello begins this second epic, like the mighty thrum of Odysseus' bow when strung by it's master, it's a song that tells the story of Odysseus, give all seen the film but this one is more about the book itself with the cello fading, a rosey-fingered dawn brings the first blast of heaviness.

Which subsides back into just those soprano vocals and organs again, the combination of the ambience and heaviness joined together by a guitar solo, played by Jeremy Lewis of Mesmur who performed on Closer To God. In the main body of the song the histrionics of this historical epic are at their most potent, collapsing into an ethreal break where Linda plays acoustic/classical guitar, adding more musical skill to Uncanny Times.

In the final part we're back into snarling blackened doom, tremolo picking, blast beat drumming and intensity, the horrors taking control once and for all on the eventual end with Ithaca so far away but the story far from over.

Laughing Falcon is faster, at the beginning, as it goes into death doom, Fanel hitting double kick blasts before the whole track evolves into some massive traditional doom metal, with a big bass section from Matt in the middle of the song with atmospheric keys all around.

Laughing Falcon is perhaps the most straightforward track and also the meanest, on the record but it does showcase that Pantheïst don't have to do move at glacial pace to be effective, they can bring something a bit more agile to bear.

Kuebiko, a Japanese deity of knowledge that takes the form of an immobile scarecrow, comes next slowing again, hooked on huge church organ and the duet between the vocalist again that light and shade so important on this creeping, crushing slab of gothic doom metal.

Sitting in the middle of this album both of these are new to me but have a mixture of the Pantheïst of old and with a dash of newer flavours coming in from the new members, this is also obvious on the instrumental Entropy where traditional instrumentation, percussion and great guitar work is used in a rhythmic dispursal of energy.

A single piano opens the closing Requiem For Your World, the final movement, 15+ minutes of it vocals and piano, the classical start as the gothic grandeur, enthrals you in it's massiveness. It's another track built for organ and soprano vocals, behind which is the trampling riffage.

At the nine minute mark, the psychedelic effects give way to the immense middle section before the crescendo at the end gives closure to the thunderous ending.

Uncanny Times defines this current era of Pantheïst, honed on stage, they expand the funeral doom template with this record, the influences from all the members infiltrating Kostas' core musical template, this is doom for classical music fans, sweeping and majestic.

You won't find a more fervenlty expressive, colossally mournful and brillaint doom record this year. 10/10

Photo by: Konstantina Frasia Photography Cardiff

Reviews: Elysion, Abyssus, Skags, Casket Dwellers (Matt Bladen)

Elysion – Identity (Massacre Records)

Dark, atmospheric metal is the genre tag for Elysion and that's what you get with their fourth studio album Identity.

Symphonic elements, gothic overtones, atmospheric moments, hearty metal chugs and powerful vocals all contribute to the sound Elysion have been creating for 20 years. It feels like they've been trying to reach this album since their inception.

Obviously not losing the styles from their earlier records they have decided to make a more adventurous record this time around, one that retains their gothic/alternative metal edge but draws inspiration from other places too, edging them in a more mature and sometimes extreme direction.

This latter point highlighted by Sakis Tolis of Rotting Christ bringing vocals to the swaggering Harvest, while Konstantinos Togas of Nightrage joins for The Last Ride, which makes it sound a lot like Paradise Lost. The production of Fotis Bernardo is a strong factor in this too with his history in the extreme metal scene letting the Johnny Zero's riffs on Dead Loves really bite.

It's a band doing what so many in the gothic/symphonic realm do, getting heavier but more direct in their songwriting, letting the synths/keys/orchestrations do work but never fully dominate the grooving riffs and anthemic vocals from Christianna who displays her full range on the industrial tones of Phoenix.

Matching the creative evolution musically are lyrics are more impactful dealing with serious topics such as identity, resilience and unity in what is often a very overwhelming life. Identity then is Elysion firmly showcasing what they identify as on Declaration Of Darkness, which is their defining track surely?

Identity expands on what Elysion are as a band. Keeping the gothic/dramatic elements but sharpening their style with some aggression and broader influences, it's them defining themselves as a band who have been on a long journey to here but now it feels they're poised for something bigger! 8/10

Abyssus - The Reign (Fireflash Records)

Abyssus have been providing Greece with blistering death metal since 2012.

Their third album The Reign sees them recording as the long time duo of Konstantinos Analytis (vocals) and Panagiotis Gkourmpaliotis (rhythm guitar), so the snarling vocals and buzzsaw riffs are all present and correct from the opening flesh ripper The Meaning Of Pain.

However they've got some friends to fill out the other parts of the record as Konstantinos Foukarakis of Rotting Christ plays lead and rhythm guitars, Chris Zoukas of Sacral Rage handles bass and Fotis Benardo (him again) plays drums, which thankfully doesn't give the record that unnatural, robotic sound you get from prograammeed drums.

Abyssus wouldn't stand for that, they play death metal that's supposed to be an artillery barrage inspired by Bolt Thrower, Obituary and Death, it's real people, real instruments causing real audio harm as the blasting battery shifts into stomping grooves and ominous atmospheres, just like the OSDM sound from the 90's.

Ferocious and relentless, Abyssus aren't all about just hammers to the skull as Destined To Die has a melodic solo section and At Any Cost, blazes like the pyres of Witchfinder Matthew Hopkins, it's subject matter, but then there's just more formidable riffage coming on Killing Tendency and Await The Final Call.

As the final track Trapped In Purgatory nails that slow building final song that features on so many classic death metal records, Abyssus are a modern OSDM that do everything you want them to just right, and with a full live band ready to take these tracks to the stage, take care as Abyssus are coming for you. 9/10

Skags - Inertia/Ad Nauseam (Self Released)

Skags return with their third album and in they continue their crusade against the technology age with another record of dystopian themes that frames our digital society as increasingly nightmarish place.

Where greed is considered the be all and end all and those with the most money can buy whatever they want meaning that the creatives who work the hardest are reduced to fighting A.I and big tech to try and get heard.

It's a record about tech overload how screens keep us docile and obedient while big companies walk all over us, and for those of us that see this are rendered almost powerless and as such in constant state of Inertia/Ad Nauseam.

Skags have been warning if these dangers with their last two record so don't expect them to change their tune any time soon, but this exploration of technological control works really well with their cinematic alt rock which can evolve into progressive metal on the closing epic Violence.

The conceptual nature of their records driven by the influences of Porcupine Tree and The Gathering, on opener America there's a similarlarity to Panic Cell, through the driving rhythm section of Sotirios (bass) and Ilias (drums) on tracks such as bouncy Devotion or the poppy Falling To The Ground.

Harris' guitars bring the riffs that are very diverse for this record, with the heaviness coming on the mountainous, Creed-like riff of Glass Houses and the sprawling neo prog solos on Propaganda, his varied guitar sounds always link very well with with Christina's keys and synths.

Christina carrying some jangly gothic tones on the post rock of Pleasure while she brings pumping Muse-like electronics and grand piano to Control. In vocalist Spyretta, Skags have a singer whose crystalline vocals are just sublime throughout the album, carrying emotion and fragility with power, showcasing all of that on the finale.

Inertia/Ad Nauseam is another great record from Skags, reaching musical heights they haven't before and experimenting with more soundscapes it's a consuming and inviting listen. 9/10

Casket Dweller - River Of Slumber (Nuclear Winter Records)

The debut from Casket Dweller comes at you with a nine track blast of evil death metal, drawing it's inspiration from Swedish, Floridian and Dutch death metal scenes, coarse and bleak with razor sharp riffs at the crux of what they do.

Formed in 2022 they have been causing a riot in the Athenian underground and across Greece, they have trained their attack to unleash savage death metal and with this first album their lyrics and overall aesthetic is derived from gothic literature and 1940's horror cinema, the album even carrying an introduction that announces it as a soundtrack to a horror movie that doesn't exist yet.

Casket Dweller make a racket that is much louder and bigger than a trio should be, with George Karvouniaris' guitar, Chris Pallas' bass slinging the riffs on Creatures Of The Night as Vangelis Deligiorgis' drumming is blistering on tracks such as He Rows while his vocals are extremely harsh, ripped from the bowels of hell themself.

No slumber here just dirgy, filthy death metal from the Athenian gutters, these Casket Dwellers are very much alive on their debut. 8/10

Reviews: Moloken, Wolfshead, Bombstrap, Mines (Will Bond, Keith Boswell, Spike & Matt Bladen)

Moloken - Moloken (Discouraged Records) [Will Bond]

Sweden’s Moloken have returned after six years of silence with their new self titled album Moloken. A frozen journey through the wilds of old Scandinavia presented over seven tracks of expansive sludge.

The Burden Of Our Awareness opens like a siren, warning of the carnage to come. It builds up to the edge of a cliff, until it drops into the bass led intro of the second track. Eternal Sleep creeps eerily forward until it hits like a sledge hammer with anguished call and response screams. The track gathers intensity, pummelling the listener into a bleak bliss.

21.12.21 opens with a drum led groove with drifting guitars and wandering bass before erupting into chaos. The music pushes and pulls expertly, occasional clean sung parts highlighting the quiet within the storm. Fault Line begins with a dark 3/4 rhythm, offering a different flavour. Melodic clean vocals sit well at this point in the album, before opening into heavy growls in the chorus. This track leans into the blackened side of sludge, with an interesting contrast to the melodic verses.

The album keeps you guessing, shepherding you along for the ride, like Virgil to the protagonist in Dante’s Inferno. It is supremely well written music. The production is vast, with every instrument sounding huge, and the amalgamation of it all is far greater than the sum of it’s parts.

Fragments Of Dark Matter is a steamrolling sludge beast full of tension and release. Moloken are masterful at building a track up and hitting the listener with an explosive payoff bigger than they could have expected. En Lek Med Doden is a composition of layered acoustic guitars, letting the album breathe before the final track.

A Night Of Vision Revealed (Asterion, Pt I) opens with heavy spacious doom before bringing in beautiful harmonised vocals. With lyrics of visions of the sea, temples of axes and drawn swords, the track puts you directly into the tundric wilderness of old Scandinavia.

It is hard to find fault with this record. It is beautiful, savage and wide ranging. Listened to from start to finish, it feels like not a moment hasn’t be thought through meticulously. The open spaces and moments of claustrophobia contrast each other perfectly. This is music that takes you with it, and when the journey is over it stays with you. 10/10

Wolfshead – Wolfshead (Jawbreaker Records) [Keith Boswell]

Hailing all the way from Auckland, New Zealand, are a five piece hard rocking band set up in 2022 known as Wolfshead. They describe their music as, ‘authentic and untamed’ which on first listen I am inclined to believe.

Operating with a blend of classic heavy metal, hard rock and indeed elements of thrash / hardcore within, Wolfshead have created a self-titled debut album. It consists of eight songs, two of which have been released previously as singles, totalling forty-three minutes of metal fury.

I load the album in anticipation of the first song Tyranny And The Hunter which begins with a melodic guitar strewn piece launching into a great baseline groove. The track further morphs into a great deluge of good old NWOBHM Iron Maidenish gallop, which instantly has my feet tapping. Vocals ensue with dark almost creepy tones making this song one of the best in my option.

Keeping up the quality through the album the next track Ashen Fawn delivers a hard gritty edge not reminiscent of early bay area thrashers Exodus. As I delve into the subsequent songs, I can see a definite group of ingredients that Wolfshead has in its basket to create their music, each track uses these ingredients in a different way and in differing intensity.

The use of further baseline grooves reappears for Dust And Smoke which are of a really good quality, interspersed with different vocal types and guitar riffs often of thrash in nature makes this song memorable for me.

More vocal varieties, gallops, riffs and thrash type drumming / guitar playing ensues, the album as a whole is good listening, the singer has a very interesting voice and supports the music and is delivered well. 

All in all, a good album which offers a great base to progress and I look forward to more from Wolfshead in the future. 7/10

Bombstrap – Big Enemy (Tartarus Records) [Spike]

Every now and then, a record lands on your desk that feels less like a collection of rehearsed songs and more like an unexploded ordnance going off in a confined room. 

Hailing from the anarchic squatter community of Rotterdam’s Poortgebouw and split between the Netherlands and Manchester, Bombstrap have spent the last twelve months carving out an underground reputation for pure, unadulterated hostility. 

Their debut full-length, Big Enemy, arrives wrapped in talk of nihilism, black alchemy, and ultraviolence, a ten-track, caustic bullet aimed right between the eyes of authority, corporate greed, and modern complacency.

The intent behind this record is completely beyond doubt: it wants to tear your skin off. The album kicks straight into gear with the title track, Big Enemy, setting a frantic, primitive pace before launching into Master Alchemist. 

When they step on the gas here, they turn every dial to the absolute maximum. It’s got that bruised, feral spirit that bridges early 90s noise-rock and grunge with the caustic bite of classic riot grrrl, but delivered with the bone-breaking velocity of Total Abuse or No Trend.

Half of these songs barely nudge the two-minute mark, and cuts like Machiavellianism blaze through in barely sixty seconds of teeth-gnashing urgency. Meanwhile, Bakhmut brings a venomous, satirical edge that carries more than a whiff of classic Dead Kennedys, before Poppy Seeds closes out the run with a surprisingly swaggering, manic rock 'n' roll riff buried beneath the noise. 

Lyrically, there’s no high-minded poetry or philosophical hiding; it's a relentless, exasperated barrage of primal invective and literal "fuck you’s" aimed at the parasites at the top.

Yet, sitting down with Big Enemy for repeated spins, I can’t help feeling that the recording itself doesn't quite do the venom full justice. The rage, the grit, and the songwriting chops are undeniably there in the room, but the production across these tracks sits just a touch too flat in the speakers. 

When a band is playing music this feral and dangerous, you want the guitars to feel jagged and rusty enough to give you tetanus, and the drums to cave your chest in. Here, the mix feels a little boxed in, smoothing over the very rough edges that make this kind of primitive punk so potent.

As a debut statement, Big Enemy still speaks volumes about what Bombstrap are capable of. The fury is real, the ethics are completely uncompromised, and this is clearly a band whose live performances in a sweaty, packed basement room will probably tear the paint clean off the walls. 

It’s an abrasive, promising opening salvo that makes me genuinely eager to see what they unleash once they take these tracks onto the road or when they let that bottled rage truly detonate in the studio next time around. 

Scoring this one is tough I want to give the rage and potential 8/10 but the production steals a mark, so it’s a solid 7/10

Mines - Mines I (Mosaic Music) [Matt Bladen]

Formed in Manchester in 2024, Mines have had their previous releases featured in these pages, and shouldn't be confuse by the South Wales sludge noise band of the same name.

If you haven't got the time to go back to those releases (though you definitely should) the band have now released a live record which featured tracks from both their EP's, it's their way of celebrating and maybe even saying goodbye to their first two years as a band

Mines I was recorded in the band’s own studio space in August 2025, captured live with no backing tracks or click tracks, its the sound of a band showing where they've come from to be the band they are now and giving you a snapshot of what they can do on stage as well.

The rawness of this live recording is to its advantage, allowing Mines to showcase this skills without studio trappings, letting their alt metal riffs do the talking with thumping grooves that mirror that mirror Tool/A Perfect Circle and also atmospheres that stem from Muse, but without studio trickery Mines feel closer to that 2000's alt metal sound of Deftones and Chevelle.

If you've never had the chance to see Mines live then I suggest picking up this record as it as close as you can get without being in a room full of people. 7/10