Blackened Noise

T.O.M.B. – Thin the Veil Review

T.O.M.B. – Thin the Veil Review

By Dear Hollow on January 22, 2020 in 2020, Ambient, American Metal, Atmospheric Black Metal, Black Metal, Dark Essence Records, Drone, Electronica Metal, Industrial Metal, Noise, Powerviolence, Reviews, Trap, Atmospheric Black Metal, Black Metal, Electronic Metal, Noise, 23 comments

“I would kill for a good atmospheric album. Just ask Kronos about that time that we discussed the atmospheric sludge/doom beauty of The Osedax around the water cooler when Gardenstale mentioned he was gonna give it, AT BEST, a 2.5. Have you seen any Gardenstale reviews lately? Didn’t think so.” Thin lines between love and hate.

Lord Mantis – Universal Death Church Review

Lord Mantis – Universal Death Church Review

By Cherd on November 27, 2019 in 2019, American Metal, Black Metal, Noise, Profound Lore Records, Reviews, Sludge, Black Metal, Noise, Sludge, 21 comments

You would think after ten years of existence and an ever increasing stable of writers seeking out the new and the good, that there wouldn’t be any notable metal bands left who haven’t been reviewed on AMG. I suppose it’s a testament to the sheer volume of the metalverse that this isn’t true. I was shocked when I realized that Akerblogger‘s review of Thou’s 2018 release Magus was our first time covering one of the most prolific American metal bands of the last 15 years. Equally great was my disbelief when I found that no writer before me had squatter’s rights to Universal Death Church, the first full-length in five years by Chicago’s blackened sludge veterans Lord Mantis.” Always room for one more.

Indian – From All Purity Review

Indian – From All Purity Review

By Kronos on January 16, 2014 in 2014, American Metal, Black Metal, Doom Metal, Relapse, Reviews, Black Metal, Noise, Sludge Metal, 37 comments

“”Noise” is a term often used to describe metal by those who haven’t yet submersed themselves in the genre. When you’re not used to being assaulted by distortion and screams, the whole panoply of extreme genres undoubtedly poses a seemingly impenetrable thicket of bloodied thorns; it seems insane that people would choose to settle in such an environment, make their homes there, and grow the forest ever greater. Indian are the fetid leaf litter of the forest, the floor of grimy, wet, compacted remains where plantae gives way to fungi and fungi to bacteria.” Kronos weaves a strange tale of forests, mulch and mouse bones as he unveils an early candidate for Album of the Year.