“When the inscrutable beings who rule over the promo sump shackled me to New Zealand’s Bulletbelt, I approached with caution. Formed in 2009, Bulletbelt has operated on a (mostly) biennial release schedule of bog-standard black/thrash albums a la Skeletonwitch. Their line-up has been in a constant state of flux, regularly churning through both vocalists and guitarists, a fact that didn’t exactly inspire much hope for my latest ball and chain.” Bulletbelts to spare.
“Listening to Shade Empire’s discography is as perplexing as it is enlightening. The early albums demonstrated a band finding its feet and establishing an epic, symphonic black metal sound that charmed as much as it impressed. Although ostensibly a black metal band, Shade Empire’s sound has changed so radically from its earlier days that it’s now more symphonic prog.” Empire in the shade.
The fusion of black metal and doom is a finicky one. With a vast repertoire in both reported palettes, the sounds and combinations are as diverse and unique. Spain’s Dantalion specializes in a blend of the Gothic doom enchantments of My Dying Bride or Saturnus and the lightless whimpers of Silencer or Lifelover. Their ninth full-length Fatum is as melancholic and hopeless as its themes suggest: the inevitability of fate.” Doom looping.
“Shining have a carefully calibrated reputation as one of the saddest bands in history. A single spin of the renowned V: Halmstad is enough to know that it’s a reputation well earned. Oppressive, dark and full of despair— it’s rightfully considered a seminal depressive suicidal black metal record. The band’s record since then has been spotty, however. Incorporating more acoustics and clean vocals brought variety but did not increase the gut punch the band was known for. Attempts at re-aligning the band’s direction were made and unmade, naming traditions were dropped and picked up again, and the misanthropic flame started to sputter.” The definitive Shining?
“A steady stream of music since 2016 and a consistent touring schedule has resulted in the increasing popularity of Oregon’s Uada. I’ve long since established that their debut marks my favorite of their work but the band clearly feels a positive progression indicated through their releases’ artwork. Beginning with a tortured skeleton with lifeless child in tow, they’ve developed through a figure casting a spell, a djinn rising and now a cosmic deity wielding the earth in space. Perhaps they suggest their growth in form and power, but I feel that their subsequent releases haven’t matched the unbridled vibrancy and massive hooks of the debut.” Final form?
“Outergods is a quintet from Nottingham, founded by guitarist and jack-of-all-trades Nathe Sinfield and vocalist Sam Strachan, two singles in 2021 heralding the release of debut A Kingdom Built Upon the Wreckage of Heaven. It offers a vicious blend of black metal, death metal, and grindcore, with the rot of dissonance and ambiance aching in its bones.” Outer in the cold.
“The Great Demise combined Dissection black, Hypocrisy death, and Amon Amarth melodeath to deliver a rollercoaster of intricacies, riff changes, builds, and atmospheres. At times, it worked. At times, it didn’t. As a whole, The Great Demise was missing the fluidity to pull everything together. Now they’re back with a Covid-inspired follow-up whose theme concerns mental health. This concept alone instills high-charged emotion into the album. But how Sodomisery delivers it completely floored me.” Sodom misers!
“You may know Algol from his tenure as the bassist of depressive black metal giants Forgotten Tomb, but chances are you’re unfamiliar with his solo black metal band Hiems. Despite two decent albums in the 2000s, it seemed Hiems’ destiny was to remain obscure, as Algol chose instead to focus on Forgotten Tomb. Now, after a whopping 14 years of dormancy, Hiems is poised to release Stranger in a Wasteland. Algol has pulled out all the stops to reinvent Hiems.” Reinventing the atmobluss.
“Black metal has many faces, so it can be easy to forget that its most well-known outside of the initiated is the wind-whipped, moon-howling, corpse-painted, devil-worshipping one. Just a glance at La España Negra’s artwork reminds you, as it manages to include a good many tropes of the genre. A sacrificial altar complete with goat head–check. Skulls—check. A defiled version of Christ on the cross—check. Monochromatic color scheme—check. With this as their image, Morta give the impression of trveness, and with their words, claim to take influence from the whole of the genre’s rich history.” Through blackened ages.
The boys of Summer were stuck ungunking the Filter for months. Salute them with pumpkin spice things as they emerge into a chilly Fall.
