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When promo for Death Throes of a Drowning God, the new EP from Austria's GUYOÐ, hit ye olde inbox, I was suitably intrigued. The title aught my attention, the seasick churn of the artwork reinforced my suspicions, and a quick look at their back catalog had me suitably hooked before even pressing play Why, exactly? I'm a sucker for a lot of things, musically speaking, but for things that are overt oceanic--as is GUYOÐ's oeuvre--I'm the biggest sucker of all. When vacationing near the sea, I am liable to spend ever single second in the water. I'm not a great swimmer, but I can tread for days. My wife thinks that someday I won't come out, and I agree that she might be on to something there. The call of the abyss is a genuine siren's call, and I think I'd be fine, actually, living down there with the lobsters and the fishes under a reef, lungs be damned. Actual marine environs aside, I have an overt and fierce love for oceanic metal. Throw waves or a lighthouse or an octopus or a big fish eyeball on the cover and I'm diving in, no questions asked. Metal that seeks and strives to capture a mere fraction of the sea's majesty, power, and near-mythical unknowability is tantalizing. It draws me, riptide-like. I'm pleased to say that GUYOÐ have joined the amorphous pantheon of oceanic metal notables with this latest. Their dark blend of black, death, and doom metal is appropriately heavy and morose and bleak. Though the use of both ambient interludes and unpredictable songwriting, Death Throes of a Drowning God feels far more vast than its 29 minute runtime might indicate. It is just unapproachable enough to inspire the kind of curiosity that drives one to swim a little too deep.
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Written by: Blackie Skulless
Admittedly, I was wary of diving into Ossuary due to the sheer number of bands with that name, and the fact that the last one I tried didn’t impress me much. Yet, a trusted source suggested actually paying attention to the one specifically from Wisconsin, U.S.A., and I’m quite glad I followed suit. Despite being around for over a decade now, it wouldn’t be until last year that the death metallers would drop a full-length record. Titled Abhorrent Worship, I can confidently say that they absolutely do worship an abhorrent sound. It’s not an overly uncommon day when one like me stumbles upon a grimy and gross death metal outfit leaning towards the doom/death spectrum, but when it hits extra hard, it feels extra exciting. Ossuary not only boasts one of the most hateful, hideous, and fucking disgusting sounds in the genre, they do it with such prowess that showcases strong instrumental mastery in the midst of the muck. All over this disc sits an even tradeoff of thick, chunky rhythms that are complimented by higher leads, moving around the fretboard achieving less than melody but more than mere vibes. Together with explosive blasts that don’t disrupt the rate of flow, we get a proverbial storm of rumbly clashes that flood the entire soundscape with an, *ahem* abhorrent swamp of musical filth. 
Written by: Blackie Skulless
Five years ago, Caligari Records put out the debut EP by Pittsburgh’s death metal outfit Ritual Mass a little after their debut demo. To this day, the EP entitled Abhorred In The Eyes Of God is one of the most horrendous, disturbing, hateful, and completely void-of-life releases I’ve ever heard. It worked for its short dose of getting that unlovable feeling more than anything else, and I predicted a full-length might need a little more to it than just sheer over the top brutality and unrelenting weight meant to crush every bone in the listener into ashes. Unfortunately, I’ve been proven correct with the first album titled Cascading Misery, this time presented by 20 Buck Spin. Don’t get me wrong, as I’m pretty certain that Ritual Mass have done everything they set out to do, with not only a fitting album title but also a bleak and harrowing album sleeve. For all six of their tracks, they’ve tightened up their hateful sound into a more streamlined package, adding in clearer guitar shifts that are worth acknowledging from time to time as well. Much of this is chewing everything up and regurgitating explosive cavernous vocals a la Spectral Voice, guitar chugs that move from reverberating atmosphere to almost blackened tremolos, and pummeling walls of drum-gradients not too dissimilar to later Deicide. As great as all of this sounds, it’s void of anything that isn’t just “we want to make you uncomfortable.” 
Written by: Blackie Skulless
Indianapolis’s Cloud Of Souls is a fun project due to how much it changed forms during its short run. Mostly, it acted as a side solo gig for Chris Latta, frontman of other Indianapolis acts including the now disbanded Spirit Division and Lavaborne, among others. Running in the background of several different projects likely contributed to the strange evolution, with the first two records falling under the name Christopher Steve prior to the arriving at Cloud Of Souls in 2022. Only two albums surfaced in this era, A Fate Decided in 2023 and A Constant State Of Flux just last year. This style was always a bit tough for me to get behind, however the former release really piqued my interest, so this is what we’re going to cover. Looking at the project's dark acoustic roots will show why it seems bizarre to see where the project went. Maintaining that grey and somber attitude that the acoustic era saw, the murky feeling simply morphed into something far heavier, even touching blackened territory. At its roots, this is doom metal with a quality degraded to add an almost static effect, feeling like a demo due to the noisy haze. Yet, I would struggle to call this stonery or droney despite the mastermind’s background. Latta’s signature baritone howls cover the cleaner vocal sections, but again, there’s an almost haunting aura that gives things a far more dead feeling than the lively nature of his other projects. 
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It's been a while since we hosted a good ol' track premiere 'round these parts. Why not, then, throw hazard to the wind and mark our re-entry into the premiere arena with something profoundly squeamish? This is one for the misanthropes. Let's get into it. in this house of mourning--masterminded by one B.I. formerly of Mountain God--will be self-releasing Enlèvement on August 8. "Altar," the bleak, despondent, and otherwise unsettling single appearing here today, is a lengthy account of a bad person doing bad things involving the titular altar. Genre-wise, in this house of mourning exists in a nebulous sonic place that I can best describe as "the edges of extremity." This track and the album writ large often work at the plodding pace of funeral doom, yet incorporates cacophonous shrieks, death-doom roars, noisy atmosphere, and tinges of blackened miasma. The whole package is wrapped in grimy horror aesthetics. This is some pretty lo-fi stuff, with deliberate care taken to construct an environment that is far from polished or modern. It's malevolent, and seething, and grim, and more than a little uncomfortable. More blathering below, but this is a long track so I recommend firing it up earlier rather than later. Give Altar a listen via the conveniently located embed. As always, we'll meet you on the other side. 
Written by: Blackie Skulless
For over a decade now, the U.S. filth-slingers Act Of Impalement have been reeking up the honky-tonk streets of Nashville. While teetering on the doom side of the death metal spectrum, they’re seldom known for oozing into that rumbly-bumbly howling in their later efforts, at least to a large extent. This is to remain the case on the newest record to hit the scene. While I found the band to be serviceable before, it was 2025’s Profane Altar that truly sold me on them. Out of the gate, I may go as far as saying that the doomier aspects of the outfit are seldom now, opting for something that swings in chops more aligned with the hardcore camp. But fear not, because this doesn’t come close to falling into the dime-a-dozen pitfall not uncommon in many a Gatecreeper riff. No, this retains the grizzly and gross production, chunky and marshy riffs, with a burning buzz that simply takes a stompier angle in the rhythmic executions. “Sanguine Rites” comes to mind, being a fine example of the doomier influence rearing its ugly head, but the boiling center and explosive closing slams are enough to make Harm’s Way blush. Never mind the fact that the dark narratives and grimy tales in the lyrics bolster this to another step. 
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If you are a purveyor of music review sites, you've undoubtedly learned to skip over the fluff that constitutes AOTY intros. The pointlessness of writing this isn't lost on me, let alone the fact that this is a list for, erm, the wrong year. In the music industry churn, an album released last year might as well be a million years old. Obsolete. Irrelevant. Forgotten. So: why 2023? Why not 2024, like unto a proper music review website? What's the rationale behind publishing this list a whole damn year late? There are two reasons. The first is that I think demonstrable longevity is an important aspect of music appreciation, and the ability of an album to outlast a narrow moment in time is a testament to its particular excellence. The second (and real) reason is that I am a profoundly lazy and frequently overwhelmed person, and compiling this list last December was a very large task that seemed, frankly, insurmountable. So here we are. These are 23 albums from 2023 that are, in significant hindsight, still very much my favorite albums of 2023. In terms of format, this list is alphabetical and purely unranked. The generally arbitrary structure of counting down to #1 simply doesn't demonstrate the way I enjoy music, nor is it an effective or accurate way to make recommendations. I'm also completely unconcerned about genre, as I listen to a lot of different stuff. If I'm writing a list, it should probably reflect the reality of listening habits instead of projecting a false image of metal exclusivity. Be prepared for eclecticism. I hope there's something lurking herein that catches your ear. A massive thank you to every artist who contributed to the releases below. And, dear reader, thank you for your readership and support of artists! You're the best. Yes, you. 
Written by: Blackie Skulless
Ever since its inception, Norway’s Dødskvad have held my interest due to their rough and primal doses of death metal that has yet to surpass the EP format. Every other year tends to see another release now, and their latest, Krønike III, rages forward with the naming structure of simply “Krønike” followed by which “chronicle” number it is. Once more going through Caligari Records, this delivers a very familiar approach. Cavernous howls, a degraded overcast, and pummeling rhythms that have a sharp edge are once more the name of the game. And if I’m being honest, the first two tracks “Dodens Sverd” and “Lenket Til Bunnen” work in exactly the same way as what we’ve seen before. Neither track distinguishes itself very far from the powerhouse that was the first two EPs, and while they’re both executed with a murky gradient that’s fun to submerge in, I struggle to conclude that the songwriting on either is as good at capturing me as before. Both do work in their dungeon-like tricks and unsettling bottom, however, which fit nicely with the massive closer “Ved Manas Bredd.” Opting for a long closer like in the first EP, this ten minute rumbler sneaks in higher lead guitar wails to contrast the harsh and unforgiving ground. Extra bounciness with such a raw reflection bounces off of the percussion, and it’s this track that makes the third EP worth visiting. In my humblest of opinions, I think it’s time Dødskvad reaches for an album. They’ve got a healthy blend of doom and death metal that very much has a unique identity, and I think that Krønike III would have worked better with a few more songs turned into a full-length. Everything the band has done thus far has been great in terms of conjuring up striking ideas, but I think we’re ready for a full ride. Basking in and cleaning up the general direction of the third track should set some masterful groundwork. Dødskvad - Krønike III was released July 26th via Caligari Records. Find it here!
Editor’s note: this review was originally published in 2020 at a now-defunct site for a collaborative Best Albums of the 2010’s Retrospective. As the internet has since swallowed said site, my retrospective review now appears here in lightly edited form.
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When initially considering what album I wanted to draw into the light for an End of Decade retrospective, the sheer volume of possibilities sent me into a bit of a frenetic journey through a decade of heavy music. Let’s face it: in ten years, the metalverse spawned an unbelievable bounty. But, eventually, the only true option became clear. For such an event I needed to focus on an album that, beyond being excellent in its own right, somehow personally set the stage for the decade as a whole. That, for me, is Agrimonia’s Rites of Separation. This album singlehandedly determined the course of my music listening experience from 2013 to the present. “Talion,” the album’s first track, begins with a piercing riff, a crystal-clear clarion call. It serves as an assertive hook, cutting through the noise before the noise even begins. This is the track that pulled me into a world of harsh vocals and aggressive atmosphere, a world of deliberate and progressive songcraft. Because Agrimonia are so genre fluid, existing betwixt black metal, sludge, post-metal, post-hardcore, crust punk, death metal, and doom, it is remarkably easy to approach their sound without any particular expectations. As such, a young acolyte to heavy music gained perspective without necessarily committing to the trappings of a particular niche. 
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Another year, another batch of outstanding EPs! I personally have a strong affinity for releases of the short, concise, and otherwise succinct persuasion, and so my weekly listening is often informed by what new EPs have dropped. The following includes those that made a significant impact and stuck around in my rotation. This list--although perhaps a term such as "loose collection" or "heap" would be a better choice--has not been trimmed or edited to meet a specific quantity. I just kept adding stuff until I hit 23 entries, which felt like an appropriate number, and so here we are. Like last year's extravaganza, this list features a bunch of different genres but is not sorted by genre. My year is defined by eclectic listening habits, and while my albums lists will be divided into hip hop and metal for sake of reading convenience, no such editorial courtesy is reflected here. And lastly, this is utterly unranked. If something appears here, please know that it comes highly, highly recommended. Without further ado, let's dive in! |
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