“Iron Front are a young band fresh outta the savage wasteland of California. Their sound is a straightforward mix of hardcore, slam and brutal death, with an emphasis on the groove, not on noodly technicality. Their aim, from the outset, is to crush, not dazzle. Their debut, 2022’s Left Out to Rot, was as unpretentious as it was fun: a brutal little appetizer that promised more. That “more” is Hooked, and straightaway the cover will tell you everything you need to know.” Iron deficiency.
Kenstrosity ‘s waitied patiently to uncork his first ever big boy list upon the world, and here it comes! Get ready to be convinced.
Listurnalia rolls ever onward with curated lists from Saunders and Felagund . Things are gonna get HEAVY!
Listurnalia continues the plowing towards the year’s inevitable end with two more excellent lists from people who have surprisingly not been fired!
Do you even lift, brah? If so, we have the soundtrack to your bumper plate annihilation. Grow or die at the AMG exercise vault.
A wolf got into the AMG Throne Room and ate the Record(s) o’ the Month for July. Then we had to wait for wolfie to pass them. And here they are, hot and steaming.
A stealth Tomb Mold release that caught us off guard requires a double fisted countermeasure. Prepare for twice the number of moldy opinions about The Enduring Spirit.
“Most of us wouldn’t expect a grimy death metal band like Pennsylvania’s Outer Heaven to put a ton of thought into story. Nonetheless, Outer Heaven crafted an in-depth background from which their sophomore full-length Infinite Psychic Depths spawns.” Story Hour in Hell.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am extremely ticklish. Even the void where my bloodpump is supposed to be can be tickled with the right stimulus. Death metal is usually the best option to that end, especially when it writhes like a thrashing pit of jacked snakes. After hearing tell of the badassery of Denver’s Of Feather and Bone, I knew that they would deliver that which tickles my most demanding fancy. With their third full-length, Sulfuric Disintegration, these nasty motherfuckers show no mercy. Believe me when I say I lose molecular cohesion every time I play it.” Funny bones.
“Formed way back in 2006, Hammer feel less like a band that’s been honing their sound and more like one that’s been waiting for the right time to unleash it. This is primitive death metal that’s more abusive than innovative and yet still offers no easy points of comparison. It’s as if the early works of death metal and grindcore were stirred together in a bloody concoction, shoved in the furnace of black metal, and then crystallized in a raw, violent, and merciless final product that feels just as cutthroat as the band name and album title suggest.” Hammer smash!
