La Colpa - Mea Maxima Culpa

#PER CHI AMA: Black/Doom/Drone Sperimentale

Tre anni or sono, alcune anime travagliate cercarono rifugio in un angusto e tetro sottoscala per potersi riunire in segreto ed espiare i propri peccati. Gli incontri divennero assidui, a conferma che il processo di penitenza dava i suoi frutti e fu così che La Colpa prese vita. Ogni volta il cerchio si stringeva per una preghiera senza tempo e senza dio, guidata dal desiderio di trascendere il dolore che perseguita l'anima e il debole corpo che la ospita. L'orazione prendeva forma, prima un suono, poi un altro, poche parole che diventavano sempre più potenti fino a strappare il mal di vivere per riversarlo in un otre colmo di terra ("Soil"). In principio era il metallo che batteva come la pioggia su una squallida tettoia, mentre una voce inumana alitava il suo mantra accompagnato da profonde note a scandire il tempo. Esplosione, suoni distorti e graffianti, grevi di dolore che accelerano la loro corsa verso le profondità recondite del freddo terreno che li chiama a se per il lungo riposo. All'improvviso tutto tace, la supplica viene zittita perché l'espiazione non è completa e il rifiuto innesca una furia inaudita che va scemando e si spegne. Poi è la volta della rassegnazione, quella nera dove mille lacrime roteano ad una velocità incalcolabile mentre trafiggono l'inutile gabbia di carne ed ossa del corpo umano. Le cicatrici ("Scars") sono l'unico segno postumo dello scempio perpetrato, mentre il tempo rallenta e lascia spazio a pensieri, incubi ed urla. Meritiamo il nostro nefando destino, intrappolati e senza speranza, perchè siamo morti e null'altro importa. La strada è ancora lunga, ma si intravede la fine, finalmente la morte dell'anima che cancellerà il dolore, dove i muri di suoni si stringono sempre più per soffocare e stritolare. Rimangono solo frammenti ("Fragments") di una risata beffarda che non ci appartiene, riflessa in un falso specchio che preferisco rompere per estirpare ogni singolo dente e non poter ridere. (Michele Montanari)

(Toten Schwan Records - 2017)
Voto: 75

https://lacolpa666.bandcamp.com/album/mea-maxima-culpa

Drudkh/Paysage d'Hiver - Somewhere Sadness Wanders/Schnee IV

#FOR FANS OF: Atmospheric Black

Shadows lengthen earlier each day as changing leaves and gradually falling temperatures accompany the arrival of another Drudkh split to sate an autumnal appetite. This year the Kharkiv crew has chosen to collaborate with Paysage d'Hiver, a Swiss bedroom black metal band whose French name translates to 'Winter Landscape'. As Drudkh continues to discover new open spaces ensconced within the confines of dense forests, Paysage d'Hiver is swept up in the gusts of a dark and stormy night as Tobias Möckl, under the pseudonym Wintherr, fruitlessly searches for shelter in the relentless cavalcade of chaos.

Drudkh's contributions in “All Shades of Silence” and “The Night Walks Towards Her Throne” bring the stellar consistency expected from this Ukrainian black metal mainstay. Through Drudkh's twenty-one minutes in the spotlight stand tireless thicket sentries at the edge of the woods while waves of blaring melodies purify the lands within of the faint of heart. After wandering overgrown trails with intricate and labyrinthine harmonies, “All Shades of Silence” finds solace in a clandestine grotto watching night fall as the stars wink over the trickles of little waterfalls. These quiet introspective moments remind one of melancholic memories while the little escape becomes a prison of past regrets. As day returns the air becomes exasperated and ominous while the whirling harmonies quit their quiet getaway, refreshed and ready for another ambling adventure.

“The Night Walks Towards Her Throne” has the classic intensely hammering Drudkh tone reminiscent of those days when 'Forgotten Legends' and 'Autumn Aurora' rolled their lengthy repetitious rounds behind quick guitar slices and scattered shrill sound waves against garage walls. The professional production quality greatly enhances the impact of this song with prominent double bass kicking and enough distance between the distorted guitars to escape the black metal blend and soar across the gorgeous vista created by its second progression. A wail of guitars is joined by blast beating as it clambers into a whirl of drawn out vocals in a gorgeous turn of the eternal treble wheel. This reverberating harmony encapsulates the infusion of reverential folk tones into the sharp soundscape of black metal in a gorgeous cycle that longs to last an aeon. Drudkh is a band that never fails to impress and throughout these hypnotizing songs comes the foreboding knuckle-cracking chill that signals another adieu to warming sun and green grass.

Swelling in a breathy fashion bookended by quiet acoustic guitars and heaving winds, Paysage d'Hiver summons a blizzard of intensity where waves of distortion ebb and flow as the foreground is held up by sharp snaps of a snare center. Wailing lead guitar melodiously howls at the confining rhythm guitar and vocals give a gravely scream behind the higher leads in “Schnee IV”. Typifying the dreary, exhausting, and forlorn hope of an inescapable structure, Wintherr seeks inspiration from the likes of Darkthrone and Burzum to conjure this tempest. The guitars are winds of chaos with whispers of melody hidden in the maelstrom through seven minutes of a single structure before a riff change from the lead guitar attempts to scream its way out of the whirl of degradation. The crisp hail of mechanical drumming sets a stoic standard and inundates the air with flurries of momentary fills between hypnotic passages, compounding on each other and engulfing the landscape in this ferocious blizzard.

Drudkh's delicate autumnal passages beautifully flow into the harsh scarcity of Wintherr's savage storm creating a complimentary split that delightfully accompanies the atmosphere of this most precious time of year. With Drudkh's prolific discography and Paysage d'Hiver's experience, this professional presentation is keen to highlight the drastic changes endured throughout these unforgiving seasons. (Five_ Nails)

(Season of Mist - 2017)
Score: 80

https://drudkh.bandcamp.com/album/somewhere-sadness-wanders

Kera - Hysteresis

#PER CHI AMA: Death Progressive, Meshuggah, Opeth, Death

Album di debutto per i transalpini Kera questo 'Hysteresis', che conferma come la Francia sia diventato un territorio di artisti dotati di una creatività fuori dal comune. No, non sto già incensando questo lavoro, faccio pure e semplici constatazioni in base al numero di uscite discografiche di elevata qualità che ogni giorno escono dal paese dei nostri cugini. Ma non divaghiamo e torniamo ai Kera, quintetto di Parigi, che ha all'attivo un EP omonimo uscito nel 2015. Il genere dei nostri è un death progressive che dopo una breve overture, irrompe con "Harbinger of Doom", una traccia che si muove su ritmi sincopati, che potrebbero strizzare l'occhiolino ai Meshuggah, cosi come pure ai Death, ma che in realtà non lo fanno fino in fondo. Questo perchè dai solchi di questo lavoro, escono sonorità diverse che provano a mischiare la veemenza del death poliritmico forgiato dai gods svedesi con la tecnica sopraffina di altre divinità, i Dream Theater, in un sorprendente sound in grado di fondere rabbia, melodia, tecnicismi e ancora death, hardcore e progressive. La proposta corrotta da varie influenze, si traduce anche nell'utilizzo di vocals sia growl che pulite, qui decisamente meno convincenti. Quello che invece convince e non poco, è l'apparato solistico che delizia le orecchie con assoli deliziosi e fantasiosi, cosi come in aperture acustiche (spettacolari a tal proposito, gli ultimi tre minuti di "Silence") che suggeriscono gli ultimi Opeth quale punto di contatto con i nostri anche se in realtà sono gli anni settanta ad aver sospinto la voglia di stupire di questi musicisti. Con "Sanity Fails" si torna a far male con un approccio votato ancora a Chuck Schuldiner e compagni, con un altro pezzo dritto verso il bersaglio che trova modo di rompere il suo disarmonico incedere, solo attraverso un altro spettacolare assolo. Si arriva cosi alla semi-acustica (nella prima metà) "Epiphany of a Lunatic", in cui sembra aver a che fare con un'altra band, un altro genere, altri musicisti, un altro cantante, prima che si torni a pestare sull'acceleratore, dimenticandosi di quelle soffuse melodie che avevano deliziato in apertura di brano. Poi ci si può solo accomodare in poltrona e lasciarsi stupire dalle scale ritmiche su cui si arrampicano i nostri, in un climax ascendente ricco in emotività e sorprendenti divagazioni che sembrano uscire dalla chitarra del buon Carlos Santana, in una miscela di rock, blues e fusion, tenendo sempre ben presenti le radici estreme della band. Con "Sirens" si torna sui ritmi sincopati "death-meshugghiani" iniziali, in un altro vortice sonoro in cui a mettersi in luce oltre all'onnipresente apparato percussivo, anche un ottimo basso, in una sequenza impressionante di stop'n go e schitarrate elettriche da lasciare a bocca aperta. C'è ancora tempo e modo per lasciarsi impressionare da questo ensemble francese: mancano infatti a rapporto "Delusion", "Compos Mentis" e "Silence (Slight Return)". Se la prima non mi convince più che altro per la performance vocale urlata o meglio strozzata in gola di Ryan Salahou, o per dei cori non proprio azzeccatissimi, non si possono certo sollevare grosse obiezioni alla seconda in fatto di irruenza, melodia e comparto solistico, un po' meno per via della voce, che probabilmente rappresenta a questo punto, l'elemento debole dell'ensemble francese. Non tradiscono infatti gli assoli, sempre ficcanti e travolgenti. Il disco dopo quasi 50 minuti, giunge alla conclusione con un'ultima perla di rock semi-acustico che paga decisamente dazio a Mikael Åkerfeldt e soci con un'altra preziosa performance di death carico di groove. Ben fatto, non c'è che dire. (Francesco Scarci)

(Self - 2017)
Voto: 80

https://kerainvidia.bandcamp.com/album/hysteresis

The Pit Tips

Francesco Scarci

Moonspell - 1755
Xanthochroid - Of Erthe and Axen Act II
Nailed to Obscurity - King Delusion

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Five_Nails

Shroud Ritual - Five Suns
Festival of Mutilation - Gods of Infernal Desolation 

Oak Pantheon - From a Whisper

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Alejandro "Morgoth" Valenzuela

Arafel - For Battles One Fought
Skagos - Anarchic
Voices - London 

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Felix Sale
 
Mass Hypnosia - Toxiferous Cyanide 
Pathogen - Ashes of Eternity 
Amaranhig - Bagong Katay

Runespell - Unhallowed Blood Oath

#FOR FANS OF: Black/Doom, Agalloch

Hearkening to those halcyon days of black metal's second wave an economical black and white cover captures a solitary figure with a corpse painted face standing twixt the exposed rootage of ancient and shadowy timbers. Nightwolf's neck cranes and his visage upturns towards the sky as though studying the intricate emblem blazoned in the canopy. Axes, spears, and a sword peek out from behind an ornately embellished shield as starkly slashing typeface accentuates the moniker its pointed protrusions conceal. Runespell is somewhere in this vast visual valance of lo-fi ridiculousness intermixed with individual enterprise. This accumulation of stylo swipes and copious colorless cuts completes the busy banner below as a howling wolf, backed by a distant mountain range, presides over the top. With such an eye for detail and a scandalous show of more is more this presentation can easily come to calamity. However intense and overt, the appearance of this cover comes together as astutely brimming with reference and reverence while the sound behind the image strays into acres of Agalloch aesthetic despite imprisonment in a dusty and dingy Australian bush.

'Unhallowed Blood Oath' has a strong start with “Oblivion Winds”, a rather tepid middle section, and comes back with a vengeance in “White Death's Wings” and “All Thrones Perish”. The beginning and end play very closely to Agalloch's atmosphere and attitude, so much so that they have trouble taking flight to glimpse the extent of their own realms of conquest and instead dance through sure and charted jet streams. “Oblivion Winds” creates a gale of diminishing tremolos that weep over wide landscapes and tear through trees. This opus of an opening then slows down with a piano riff in the background, urging the ivories to wail in synchronicity with guitars before rising into a fiddler's melody.

“Bloodlust & Vengeance” sounds like the soundtrack to a cavalry charge across a windswept plain as shining sabres fell fleeing fodder. On a high sea of grass lowlanders fertilize the soil as claymores sever arms from torsos and carve regiments in twain. The under produced echoing vocals dart out from behind a wall of tremolo that should be far more satisfying to the black metal tuned ear. However authenticity is lacking. The high strung bloodlust contorts into a vengeance that fails to hit the expected blistering, almost atonal, shrieking apex so desired after a downpour of harmonies freezes into the tendrils of a river of blood. These apogees find their thunder in a double bass gallop but the snare and cymbal are immobile sentinels in spite of every attempt made by these guitar gusts to breathe some life into their low-end compliment. For a song as ambitiously titled as “Bloodlust & Vengeance” there is no payoff, no cathartic release, there is only a feel of frustrated fortissississimo.

This is where Nightwolf sticks to what is safe rather than goes out on a limb to personalize his music. The presentation of this album has all the trappings of an individual black metaller. Yet the music follows the flock so stolidly that it cannot even envision the extent of the paddock in which it is confined. “As Old Gates Unfurl” is a replicated experiment in atmosphere with a mixture of acoustic distance and that nearly atonal drawn-out chanting Norse vocal that Agalloch so readily employed throughout its storied career. This momentary peace aims the celestial gaze at you before “Heaven In Blood” makes you digest some Venom. Still, this deepest, darkest descent doesn't do more than try to sound evil with a chorus that indistinctly growls as it stumbles into the most mainstream notions of black metal, employing the stereotype rather than playing the style.

A noticeable change in production occurs when a far lower fidelity announces the shrill guitar harmony of “White Death's Wings”. Each instrument calls to the other from distant peaks atop their howling riffs, aligning the intricate notation through celestial curvature in Celtic concert. Here is where beautality arrives and the album reaches its memorable moments. The fury from before was tepid yet this new concentration of will and power finally brings the personality necessary to propel this album from its most average doldrums.

With its lead guitars trumpeting atop a dim and flickering background of dreary harmony “All Thrones Perish” brings long echoing vocal harmonies to fill the middle range as small guitar licks play in folksy candor to the frantic cadence of black metal's hurry. The combination grows with the addition of another guitar, flourishing with a tertiary tangle that wraps the growing vine to passionately penetrate the earth. These first three minutes harness the emotionally exhausting atmosphere of “As Embers Dress the Sky” and with a name like “All Thrones Perish” this rhythm seems to longingly call out in reverence to the now defunct Agalloch with its bass and percussion combination employed in unmistakable mimicry.

Though Nightwolf finds moments to eloquently call forth the fervent and expressive themes expected in a modern black metal release while simultaneously strolling through his own fiefdom of the Australian bush, the majority of this album is forgettable and bland. 'Unhallowed Blood Oath' plays as though a love letter written by a fan who dipped his toe into the black lake rather than as the result of a black metal musician bringing himself into the fold. With sycophantic and reverential tones that fail to personalize the space, despite a keen knowledge of each ingredient necessary for success, the proximity to Agalloch and gushing worship outweigh the aptitude for exploration needed to make this album anything more than an appetizer before venturing back into the likes of 'Ashes Against the Grain'. Befitting of the album's title, this blood oath need not be honored as another average Australian aimlessly appreciates the already accomplished and aggravatingly avoids anything atypical. (Five_Nails)

(Iron Bonehead Productions - 2017)
Score: 65

https://ironboneheadproductions.bandcamp.com/album/runespell-unhallowed-blood-oath

NØEN - Caraibi

#PER CHI AMA: Alternative Rock/Post Grunge, Nirvana

I NØEN vengono da una terra unica al mondo per la sua amena ed essenziale bellezza, dove dominano il paesaggio vigne a perdita d’occhio ed il sangue di antiche battaglie impregna ancora il terreno. È questa l’atmosfera che ha ispirato 'Caraibi', un disco d’esordio pieno di malinconia e rabbia, una prova che il rock può ancora regalare emozioni e fare bene all’anima. Sembra proprio sia questo ciò che il frontman Mattia Leoni vuole trasmettere nei suoi testi. Si tratta di sfoghi, pensieri, idee che non trovano manifestazione perché non esprimibili in un discorso oppure che non hanno la forza di rendersi reali perché troppo fragili nella loro pura magnificenza. Una difesa è quella dei NØEN, un fortino costruito con mattoni, sacchi di sabbia e lamiera, materiale preso in prestito da band come i Nirvana, gli Interpol e i Joy Division, impreziosito da una poetica che richiama i Verdena e il primo Vasco Brondi. 'Caraibi' inizia con “Hotel”, personalmente mio pezzo preferito dell’opera, un’implorazione ma anche uno sfogo di energie che esibisce la sua necessarietà con fierezza. La batteria di Federico Zocca è costante ed insistente, le chitarre sono dilatate in lunghissimi accordi distorti ed il basso di Stefano Melchiori sostiene con forza la struttura del pezzo, decorata con rugginosi sintetizzatori sottocutanei. Il giro armonico a tratti pare rassicurante a tratti pare invece sospeso, ne risulta uno strano effetto di trance e assuefazione. Completa lo scenario l’appassionata linea vocale con le sue distese e trascinate parole che sembrano tracciare delle lunghe scie bianche nel cielo. Un verso fra tutti “Fammi male, prova a insistere”. I brani scorrono piacevolmente grazie anche alla coproduzione di Enrico Bellaro, determinante nel suo ruolo di stregone del suono: i synth, gli effetti vocali e le scelte di arrangiamento, riescono ad esaltare la varietà delle composizioni aggiungendo sempre un elemento interessante ad ogni traccia. Due pezzi in particolare mi hanno colpito, “Mai’s” e “Vento”, dove le chitarre si scatenano e la rabbia esce prepotente. L’influenza dei Verdena è importante, i ragazzi avranno sicuramente ascoltato e amato 'Il Suicidio del Samurai', come, d’altronde, chi scrive. Ma solo di rabbia non si tratta, in “Mai’s” è apprezzabile una raffinata vena blues, opera di Davide Marotta (già membro della band stoner veronese Atomic Mold) che ha contribuito ai brani con le sue pirotecniche evoluzioni chitarristiche. A ben guardare, altri musicisti hanno partecipato alle registrazioni, in particolare Massimo Manticò alla chitarra in “Sola” ed Elena Ciccarelli al violino nello struggente pezzo di chiusura “Contro le Onde” che, come un paracadute, addolcisce la fine dei veementi assalti e dei tersi pomeriggi assolati di 'Caraibi'. I NØEN ci hanno regalato un disco d'esordio originale ed essenziale, seppur si percepisca una parte di personalità ancora nascosta che la band non ha ancora espresso e che sta cercando in tutti i modi di far emergere. Si vedono le potenzialità per riuscire a produrre musica ancor più particolare ed io sono certo che le verdeggianti valli di Sona con il loro retaggio di guerra, religione e storia, saprà guidare i ragazzi verso mete soniche lontane ed inesplorate. Nel mentre, ringraziamo per l’ottimo 'Caraibi' che consiglio di godersi in un momento di relax, a lume di candela ed abbinato ad una bozza di Custoza. (Matteo Baldi)

(Röcken Records - 2017)
Voto: 70

https://www.facebook.com/noenbandvr/

Clouds Taste Satanic – The Glitter of Infinite Hell

#PER CHI AMA: Stoner/Doom/Space Rock

Avere la genialità dalla propria parte non è cosa che appartiene a tutte le bands. I Clouds Taste Satanic ne sono intrisi fin dal loro esordio, geniali e unici lo sono infatti sempre stati, release dopo release. Non sbagliano un colpo i nostri e con questa nuova lunga uscita, 'The Glitter of Infinite Hell, si confermano splendidi sia nei contenuti sonori quanto nel proporre il solito, spettacolare e caratteristico artwork. Il quartetto di New york ci delizia così di un'altra chicca galattica, proveniente dagli inferi e diretta verso lo spazio più profondo ed infinito. Doom, stoner e space rock strumentale spinto all'ennesima potenza, senza plagio né contagio ma una semplice interpretazione originale di un genere musicale ampio e vario, in un suono unico e riconoscibile tra i tanti cloni che trascinano di diritto i Cloud Taste Satanic all'ingresso dell'Olimpo dell'impero psichedelico pesante. In questo lavoro infatti, la psichedelia è resa ancor più intrigante, misteriosa e carica di tensione, in un flusso continuo di stati emotivi che s'intrecciano tra allucinazione e ansia, un viaggio infernale sempre sorretto da un'angoscia che dilata le pupille e agita il sangue di chi ascolta. "Greed", "Treachery", "Violence" e "Wrath", quattro brani incredibili, tutti della durata colossale che si aggira intorno ai 18 minuti. 'The Glitter of Infinite Hell' supera per intensità e bellezza anche il suo, seppur ottimo, predecessore. Musica strumentale che macina rimasugli rock degli anni settanta e li mescola allo space e allo stoner attuale con costruzioni cinematografiche e un'attitudine doom, difficile da spiegare, ma assai facile da adorare, in un rituale che si ravviva ad ogni uscita, caratterizzato da chitarre mastodontiche, cavalcate e mid tempo infiniti, e un lavoro alle sei corde davvero esagerato. Tutti i fantasmi dei miti che hanno fatto grande la musica del deserto e del destino, si presentano all'altare dei Clouds Taste Satanic ad applaudire una costruzione musicale che li evoca, li elogia ma non li copia, anzi li riveste di nuovo e costruisce un nuovo credibile ponte tra passato e futuro, un collegamento fatto con le note e le intuizioni originali di questi quattro musicisti provenienti dalla Grande Mela, in un concetto sonoro che è sinonimo di ottime produzioni e tanta originalità, pur mantenendosi fedele al proprio genere. Dimenticate tutto il resto e fatevi rapire da questa nuova creatura demoniaca, il diavolo vi piacerà come non mai! (Bob Stoner)

(Self - 2017)
Voto: 95

https://cloudstastesatanic.bandcamp.com/album/the-glitter-of-infinite-hell

Celtefog - A Faded Wisdom

#PER CHI AMA: Epic Black, Vintersorg, Negura Bunget

Esattamente un anno fa, proprio in questo periodo, scrivevo di 'Sounds of the Olden Days', secondo lavoro dei greci Celtefog. A distanza di poco più di 365 giorni, eccomi alle prese con il nuovo EP del sodalizio di Alexandria, passato da status di one-man-band a vera e propria compagine a cinque membri. Quindi, cosa di meglio che una nuova breve prova a testimoniare lo stato di forma di Archon e compagni? 'A Faded Wisdom' è un mini cd di tre pezzi, per poco più di 20 minuti di musica che si aprono con la tribalità e l'eterea voce di una gentil donzella, che ha il merito di dare il via alle danze con "An Ode to Wisdom", in cui forte è inevitabilmente il richiamo alla scena ellenica, pur mantenendo inalterato quello spirito etnico in stile Negura Bunget, che già avevo evidenziato lo scorso anno. Il sound è fosco, malinconico ed enigmatico, per almeno metà brano, prima dello scatenarsi di una ritmica di matrice Rotting Christ, su cui si stagliano le arcigne vocals del frontman, accompagnate dai soavi vocalizzi della brava Hildr Valkyrie e di un chorus che sembra invece strizzare l'occhiolino a Vintersorg. La tempesta va a placarsi e lascia al frinire dei grilli, l'ingresso a "My Inner Winter", un pezzo dall'aura oscura, ma dalla ritmica definitivamente black, con chitarre taglienti di scuola svedese che sul finire invece vireranno verso un più melodico epic folk. In chiusura, ecco una traccia strumentale (fatto salvo per un paio di urlacci), "She", pezzo piuttosto ritmato che, coniugato con una produzione in generale assai fredda, regala gli ultimi cinque minuti di un black atmosferico, dominato in sottofondo dal suono della tempesta. Alla fine, 'A Faded Wisdom' è un dischetto carino, che ingannerà l'attesa per un po' per il nuovo full length dei Celtefog. (Francesco Scarci)

(Celtic Fog Productions - 2017)
Voto: 70

https://celtefog.bandcamp.com/album/a-faded-wisdom

Gut Scrapers – Getting Through

#PER CHI AMA: Hard Rock

Devo ammettere che questi Gut Scrapers mi piacciano molto nonostante ci abbia messo un bel po' ad inquadrarli. Con buona soddisfazione, dico che è stato divertente scoprirli nei particolari e capire quanta passione ci sia dietro questa loro proposta. Partiamo subito col dire che se vi aspettate qualcosa di nuovo, avete sbagliato cd, ma pensare alla solita zuppa riscaldata devota ad un banale rock'n roll, alla fine è ancor più sbagliato. La band di Nimes rispolvera in grande stile il culto vero del rock in varie salse, dall'hard'n roll al blues fino allo sleeze con un tocco di grunge e di roccioso metal style da classifica, facendolo in grande stile e con una propria personale, piacevole interpretazione. Il gruppo suona molto bene, si esprime come se gli Screaming Trees volessero imitare Slash, come se Alice Cooper giocasse con i brani storici dello street metal o degli Aerosmith ed è oltremodo interessante vedere come tra gli ispiratori della band ci siano anche i gloriosi Tesla. Così, l'assemblamento da guerra è pronto e pesca in tutti i settori del rock d'annata e in quello moderno, con il tiro sonoro che strizza l'occhio all'ultimo Ozzy e vede riaffiorire splendide chitarre vintage a stelle e strisce rieccheggianti il riff capolavoro di 'Wanted Dead or Alive' del buon vecchio Bon Jovi nelle tracce più melodiche, mentre assoli incandescenti e coretti alla Motley Crue aiutano a sostenere l'alto tasso adrenalinico dei brani cantati da un Thierry Pitarch in splendida forma, che fa il verso ad Alice Cooper, quanto all'oscuro crooner rock, Mark Lanegan. Il tutto condito con quella verve elettrica alla Dogs d'Amour o ai The Quireboys, rockers consumati, di strada, vissuti, che respirano polvere e trasudano energia senza mai dimenticare il concetto di libertà interiore nei confronti di una società decadente, concetti ben espressi nei testi di questo secondo lavoro della band transalpina uscito per Brennus Music e lanciato dalla Dooweet Agency. Esperienza, passione, qualità, una bomba pronta ad esplodere ed essere contagiosa, ottima nella sua proposta musicale quanto nel suo fumettistico artwork di copertina. Un album coinvolgente con brani decisamente trascinanti. Ascoltatevi "Thankful", "Ahead", "Ride" e provate a dire il contrario! Consigliato! (Bob Stoner)

(Brennus Music/Dooweet Agency - 2017)
Voto: 75

https://gutscrapers.bandcamp.com/album/getting-through

Devlsy - Private Suit

#FOR FANS OF: Post Black, Altar of Plagues

Post-black metal is one of those genres that I find too trendy and too hip to listen to. To tell you all frankly, there is only one post-black metal band that I dig, and that is the already split up trio of Ireland’s Altar of Plagues. The band’s first two full-lengths, 'White Tomb' and 'Mammal', are the perfect example of how to create a black metal album that emphasizes more experimentation and a creative expression than other forms.

Today, we have a Lithuanian band named Devlsy who attempted to pull off what Altar of Plagues had achieved with their early releases. However, what Devlsy put out with their sophomore studio record 'Private Suit' had failed to accomplish the standard craftsmanship of their forefather. 'Private Suit' is a record containing a distinctive stylistic blend of post-rock, a little touch of doom along with gothic metal, and of course black metal.

While the album has that upside on its enthralling aura, its overall quality is nothing unique to the post-black metal category. Right from the beginning of the album, the listeners are presented with extensive post-rock strumming which is collaborated with generic blast beats eruption shortly after. There are a reasonable amount of tremolo riffs used in here, but it is just basically to try and catch the listeners attention in an attempt to not make them feel bored. Yes, there is a perceptible presence of black metal ingredient here, but it is not that powerful.

The guitar riffs, while semi-hypnotic in some ways, are very dry and tedious. It is pretty much that generic two-chord riff passages that we can usually hear in a lot of predominant corporate rock-style black metal bands. The riffs are repetitive, irritating, boring, overblown, and just do absolutely nothing special at all. They never progress and they aren’t aggressive. Undoubtedly, the massive sound and sludgy twist of the bass played its part in putting across an emotional meaning behind the tracks in their proposal. It is the only element in the album that gives the whole thing decency. It sets the mood and plays as a solid undercurrent throughout the whole playing time of this release.

We head to the drum part of this material, where it solely depends on the hard-hitting approach of the band’s drummer. There is nothing much exceptional about his style, as the drummer only utilizes those typical blasts that most bands in this genre had engineered and mastered for the duration of their existence. The vocals are also a bit annoying. The roars and spooky wails are kind of bearable, but the soft hissing and clean vocal transition in an effort to change the mood of the songs, ruined the whole thing.

Album mixing is crystal clear, as expected to those records coming out under the post-black metal tag. Almost every instrument is hearable in most of the parts, and their tone holds well together, nothing sounds majorly out of place. The songwriting is tedious, there are no particular frame of mind to the songs, and they don’t have a substantial story to tell. The band undeniably lacks of introspection and presentation while fabricating this material, because the composition of the tracks sounds bland.

To conclude, Devlsy had produced an album not so brilliant, with 'Private Suite'. Maybe if the band had gone to a more straightforward atmospheric black metal manner with this offer, they would have pulled it off and assembled an acceptable release. However, it is evident that these guys have a great potential to become good musicians, it is just disappointing to know that at this point in their career, they are not doing an effort to focus on improving more on the facets that they have odds-on mastering. (Felix Sale)

(ATMF - 2017)
Score: 55

https://atmfsssdtp.bandcamp.com/album/private-suite-2

Affliktor - S/t

#FOR FANS OF: Black/Thrash

US American black thrash? Well, let's give it a try, even though it is only one guy that runs this project called Affliktor. Once there was a time, when a musician played guitar, bass or drums (and the keyword in this sentence is "or"). Today guys like Toby Knapp, the man behind Affliktor, plays the formerly unknown instrument namely "everything". Sometimes one can enjoy the work of a multi-talent, but mostly this is not the fact. Knapp does not belong to these guys which have been blessed with an overdose of abilities. Perhaps he understands the techniques, but he is not able to evoke any kind of emotions. In other words: the songwriting does not belong to his strengths. Due to whatever reason, he is not able to write pieces that are more than fairly structured noise.

The pieces want to be metal and the basic ingredients like screaming guitars, a malignant voice and a solid rhythm section are not missing. But I don't think that Knapp himself has an idea about what he is actually doing. I do not need necessarily a traditional verse-chorus-verse pattern, but to begin somewhere and to stop somewhere alone does not make a song. The voice lacks charisma and all of you who thought that black thrash has something to do with filth and behaviour, will be disappointed. Affliktor is aggressive, but the songs do not convey this feeling of dirt that ennobles the good albums of the bastard genre. Even worse, the aggression is not bundled. Logically, this feature alone is not enough to leave an impact.

The songs also have no organic flow. For example, listen to the nerve-shattering guitars at the beginning of "Chaos Magick Totality", the staccato riffing and the unnatural change to blast beats-compatible drumming. I can see no sense in this. The unauthentic nagging crowns the outbreak of futile terror. "Born to the Breeder" marks another example of sonic cruelty. Whenever Knapp has a good idea, he is not able to profit from it. Everything ends before it has really begun, for example in the solid riffing at the beginning of the aforementioned title. The inevitable finally happens: the entire song is going nowhere.

If I had the might to stop the release of albums like this one, I would use it immediately. But no one stops guys like Knapp that flood the market. Okay, the album is more or less well produced, but this alone is no reason to put it on the turntable, if I am not mistaken. The songs themselves suck and that's the crucial thing here. Especially the solos are an annoyance, because they add absolutely no value. Their emotionless dissonance sucks. Sad but true: I am sure that Knapp does not lack enthusiasm, but this album fails the test. Recommended to all of you who see no sense in being a metal freak any longer. (Felix 1666)

(Transcending Obscurity Records - 2017)
Score: 40

https://affliktor.bandcamp.com/

Tongues - Hreilia

#FOR FANS OF: Black/Death, Necrophobic

A special talent is needed just to play death metal, while talent, skills and technique to play good death metal; passion, intelligence and a singular taste for darkness are necessary to craft the black metal arts; elegance, melancholy and sophistication are essential to creating doom metal. However, to mix the three of them and succeed gloriously is a task just true legends have achieved. The trinity of extreme metal captured musically is not just ambitious, but arrogant, and if it fails, the fall is endless and terrible. Most bands that have tried this fusion haven’t overcome the expectations and demands of their own music. In my knowledge there is only one band that has risen over the corpses of the others and prevails to reclaim the throne of this unique combination, being this band the British monster Abyssal with three outstanding full-lengths in their repertory. But now, I’m pleased to say that there is another band rising to this moorland: Tongues.

'Hreilia' is the debut album of the Danish black/death/doom metal band Tongues. It opens with the subtle sound of the water reaching a shore, a shore filled with corpses depicting the splendid cover art, and then a guitar plays an enigmatic — almost cosmic — melody, slow drums in the background, a mysterious voice talks of forgotten ages, while the pace and melody evolves creating anxiety along with chants, suddenly it stops, a new guitar tune appears bringing with its speed, percussions become stronger, unexpected a horrific scream of a tormented soul burst into chaos. Blasting and magnanimous metal is presented to us in a rich, complex and strong combination of ideas, riffs and violence. Tongues plays its music with passion and strength, the compositions are compound and full of surprising changes, besides an atmosphere of evil and darkness is present all the time.

From the very beginning the album sounds like a classic, I can’t believe this full-length is released in 2017, it is out of this age, to me it is in the vein of legendary bands such as The Legion, Lord Belial or Necrophobic. The production and mastering sound like an album from the golden age of Swedish black/death metal. The second song, “Theophagous Wounds Of Earth”, starts with this bombastic bass line that inevitably reminded me of the forgotten mythical band Blot Mine and their first record 'Porphyrogenesis', sharing this kind of cosmic elements in the music with Tongues debut album and the solid presence of the bass guitar. This Danish band has not only accomplished mix the genres superbly but also has accomplished recreate the sound of the golden age of metal.

As aggressive as it can get, as violent or fast, 'Hreilia' is a pessimistic album, I wouldn’t call it melancholic or depressive because it is not, due to the nature of its music, it never gets lost in the melancholy of a passage or riff to lose its death metal core, it never slows down to sadness so much to lose its black metal touch and give way to a depressive structure. Meditation is suggested but barely present, contrary of a doom metal anthem. And this last line leads me to the music combination, and I have to say that black and death metal are the dominant forces of this band, doom metal is never in the lead, but always present, either in the guitar tuning or the slower moments, but never in the main path.

Tongues debut is impressive and crushing. One aspect I have to mention, is the outstanding vocal performance, it sounds so natural and faithful to the music that it seems to be another music element. The guitar work is glorious, and besides the three main genres this band claims to play, you can find trash metal and more classical metal influences in the form of guitar solos or catchy riffs.

The lyrics are dark and enigmatic; they talk of epic and cosmic tales. My favorite song of the album is “Grove Of Mithridate” which starts with an evil riff, almost psychedelic, it feels cursed and devastating at the same time, it has a tragic feeling that the music communicates perfectly, it’s aggressive and brutal, yet decaying and miserable. But the best song of the record is the longest as well: “Acumen Numinous” every good thing Tongues does in the previous songs is present here, but this song has a different structure and notorious progression, the guitar solo is superb and the drum performance is formidable. Close the half of the song we get this change of rhythm and a confusing guitar line resembling chaos — the end is near — and a colossal ambience is presented to us with solid guitars and chants in the background, is cosmic and delusional.

'Hreilia' is a mastodon of a debut, probably will become a classic in the future, and I can only wait to see what this band is going to release in the years to come. A must listen to fans of black metal, death metal and metalheads in general. (Alejandro 'Morgoth' Valenzuela)

(I, Voidhanger - 2017)
Score: 80

https://i-voidhangerrecords.bandcamp.com/album/hreilia

This is not a Brothel - Far is Here

#PER CHI AMA: Stoner/Indie/Alternative Rock, A Perfect Circle

Tornano i This is not a Brothel, band di origine campana, con tutti i componenti sparsi in realtà in giro per Italia ed Europa. Li avevamo già conosciuti in occasione del loro debut album sia con un'intervista in studio che attraverso la recensione di quella release. Ora, i cinque musicisti casertani ci presentano la loro ultima fatica, un prodotto sicuramente competitivo da un punto di vista economico, visto che offre vinile e cd ad un costo risicato, ed una proposta musicale che prosegue il percorso musicale intrapreso nell'album omonimo. 'Far is Here' esce questa volta per la I Make Records e si presenta come un disco che richiama, sin dalle note iniziali, un certo alternative/stoner, che rimanda indistintamente alle scuole alternative americana e svedese, ma che da un punto di vista vocale, mi suggerisce invece un che degli Editors. Poco però i This is not a Brothel hanno a che fare con la band britannica; in "Black Madonna", sono infatti più i riferimenti agli A Perfect Circle e agli scandinavi Lingua ad indurmi il mio coinvolgente ma morbido headbanging. Decisamente più compassata la seconda "Do not Disturb the Driver", che evidenzia gli influssi post-grunge della compagine italica, in un brano ritmato ma dal graffiante assolo conclusivo. L'ensemble continua muovendosi su di una matrice soffusa anche con la title track che apre con un riff che s'incunea presto nella testa e la voce del bravo Fabio Giobbe ricama alla grande sfruttando la propria estensione vocale, in un altro pezzone davvero intrigante e dotato di sonorità decadenti. "Head High" conferma la mia visione brit per quanto concerne le vocals ma questa volta anche per ciò che riguarda la musicalità di un brano, sempre votato al versante indie, ma che volge il proprio sguardo anche verso un southern blues rock. È poi la volta di "Follow the Sign" ove il sound si fa più sinuoso: mi immagino una bella fanciulla mezza nuda che si muove sensuale attorno ad un palo di lap dance al ritmo di questa traccia. Con "I Say I", si continua invece a percorrere i torbidi sentieri del rock atmosferico, con una traccia che poggia su di un ipnotico giro ritmico, spezzato da un break che rimanda ai Nirvana, prima  che l'ennesimo assolo conclusivo regali quel quid addizionale per la buona riuscita dell'album. "Cold Like a Stranger" rappresenta il momento della ballata romantica, in cui è un certo mood malinconico ad affiorare, come in una uggiosa giornata di novembre con quell'ardore finale che strizza l'occhiolino ai Red Hot Chili Peppers. In "Missed Punch", i nostri non mi convincono troppo, e cosi skippo alla successiva "Queen of Nothing", song più movimentata rispetto alle precedenti, che sfoggia un riffing scuro, quanto la voce del bravissimo Fabio che mi incanta sempre più per la sua convincente performance vocale. Arriviamo nel frattempo all'ultima "Free To", che condensa la proposta dei This is not a Brothel in una traccia dai tratti disarmonici e più ostici da assimilare, che verosimilmente si propone di mostrarci la faccia più sperimentale della band italica. Dando infine un ultimo sguardo ai testi dell’album, vi basti sapere che sono stati affidati allo scrittore Gianluca Merola, autore di 'Dio Taglia 60', ed affrontano, in modo crudo, la realtà che ci circonda. Convincenti al massimo, ben fatto! (Francesco Scarci)

(I Make Records - 2017)
Voto: 75

https://thisisnotabrothel.bandcamp.com/album/far-is-here

Il Silenzio delle Vergini - Colonne Sonore Per Cyborg Senza Voce

#PER CHI AMA: Post Rock/Noise/Industrial

Me l'ero perso per strada questo lavoro d'esordio de Il Silenzio delle Vergini, devo ammetterlo: 'Colonne Sonore Per Cyborg Senza Voce' è un disco strumentale che consta di sette tracce cinematiche che si aprono con "001", che delinea immediatamente la proposta avanguardista industriale del progetto capitanato da tal Greco Armando (già nei Tic Tac Bianconiglio e nei Lexus). Trattandosi di musica sperimentale è ovviamente facile trovare un po' di tutto al suo interno: dall'eterea opening track alla più claustrofobica "002", song più criptica e minacciosa, che si lancia in alcuni frangenti in divagazioni più noise-oriented. "003" sembra più litanica nel suo ipnotico incipit, in cui si fondono suoni cibernetici con un post rock robusto e siderale, come se l'ascolto dell'album ci proiettasse nello spazio più profondo, lanciati da una fionda gravitazionale. La quarta song è un estemporaneo esperimento che ci presenta la band sotto una luce diversa: una musicalità gothic/post-punk, che per certi versi mi ha rievocato i torinesi Burning Gates, in un pezzo cantato in italiano ma in stile vocale vicino ai Fields of the Nephilim, addirittura con qualche rara incursione growl. Si riprende con le sonorità strumentali, visionarie ed intimiste: è il turno di "005", song malata, caustica, lisergica, comunque sempre imprevedibile, che se avesse avuto una voce black, poteva fare la sua bella figura in un qualche disco illuminato dei francesi Blut Aus Nord. Sonorità elettro-industrial per "006", che affida la sua ritmica ad un possente rifferama disturbato qui da sonorità droniche in background. 'Colonne Sonore Per Cyborg Senza Voce' chiude con l'ultima "007", un pezzo vibrante, guidato dai suoni di chitarra bella pesante che si amalgamo alla perfezione con le atmosfere rarefatte e nebbiose di quest'ultimo capitolo, che sancisce la conclusione di un disco quanto mai interessante e multisfaccettato. (Francesco Scarci)

((R)esisto - 2017)
Voto: 75

https://soundcloud.com/ilsilenziodellevergini/tracks

Chaotic Remains - We Are Legion

#FOR FANS OF: Symph Black/Death Metal

Chaotic Remains is a Maltese symphonic death/black metal band who has been in the extreme music scene for almost ten years. The band had been active since 2008 but they were not able to record an album until last December 1st. Their debut album, 'We Are Legion', is what I am going to describe in this review.

There is really nothing special in this album. Like the contemporary symphonic extreme metal groups, Chaotic Remains built a more symphonic proposal but weaker in aggressiveness and lacking in catchiness album. I love the idea of extreme bands trying to go experimental with keyboards and orchestral sound on their music. There are bands who had been successful doing that method in the past, and a few in the present. However, even with a thought-provoking vision of Chaotic Remains to make a good release with their brand of music, the band failed to deliver a notable album that will give the listeners a reason to keep it in the rack along with their collection.

The big flaw in this record is the played out and prevailing use of the keyboards. Keys are good when a band knows how to use and utilize them with other instruments in their offering. I am not against bands that are bringing in keyboards in their music, but they have to be crafty in using it. Chaotic Remains had failed to do that in 'We Are Legion'. The keys here smothered all the other instruments. It hauled the guitars to the back and at the same time, it competes with a loud tone against the drum sound.

The guitar sound is near inaudible here because the orchestration is all over the place. Both guitars do not have much to show for themselves and are both somewhere in the line of playing some half-decent riffs. Perhaps, if the band had put them at the front of the mix, it would have served to make this offering less unrelieved than it is. Drum section is sometimes indistinguishable from the guitar chugging because of the keyboard symphonics that had buried everything. Bass section is also a disappointment as they blend in too well with the already indistinct rhythm guitar.

There are many brief periods of time in the album where it will be possible to notice that the band is attempting to assault the audiences with their music but they were unsuccessful in doing that due to the overdone symphony and absence of crudeness and bleakness in the record. The outcome of the tracks is also a cliché. Every song sounds exactly the same and it does not progress at all. Right from the beginning of each track, the feeling will stay the same until the end and there is no feistiness to be found.

To summarize this review shortly, 'We Are Legion' is a dreadful album that could have been entertaining if Chaotic Remains had look to build on other elements rather than focusing solely on the symphonic side of the music. I really find it boring and I can’t find any reason why I should ever listen to the songs of this record again. (Felix Sale)

(Mighty Music - 2017)
Score: 40

https://www.facebook.com/chaotic.remains

One Horse Band - Let's Gallop!

#PER CHI AMA: Southern Blues Rock

Nello scalciante esordio discografico della one man band milanese, il punkabilly infervorato proposto dalla programmatica "Declaration of Intent" disarciona immediatamente l'ascoltatore con l'unico scopo di scaraventarlo al centro esatto di un polveroso rodeo sonoro, in cui fervono accelerazioni cowpunk ("Mama I Think I'm Drunk"), energia, galoppanti heavy blues ("Wild Lovin' Woman"), alcool sovente ingerito in eccesso, irraggiungibili figure femminili, echi early-70-stoniani ("Howlin' at Your Door"), a tratti marcatamente southern/folk ("Uh hu hu Yeah!" agguanta al lazo gaglioffi del calibro di Zz Top e Bob Seger; "Venus", un'indovinata cover della hit che portò tanta gloria e pochi soldi agli olandesi Shocking Blue nel lontanissimo sessantanove), ammiccamenti glam ("Bad Love Blues"), Jon Spencer (la summenzionata "Declaration..."), incornate e tantissimo slide (per es. nella vol-3-zeppeliniana "Altare", in chiusura). Un album che potreste ascoltarvi con leggerezza in esclusiva compagnia di cinque litri di Bud e di una T-bone di bisonte da un chilo e mezzo. (Alberto Calorosi)

(Self - 2017)
Voto: 65

https://www.facebook.com/onehorseband/

Crafteon - Cosmic Reawakening

#FOR FANS OF: Black Metal

Crafteon is a relatively new band which was born in Denver a few years ago. The band plays black metal with a clear melodic touch, which is notorious departure from what two thirds of the band members used to do in some of their previous projects. Those bands were more closely related to power metal, so Crafteon marks a new and much darker step in their careers. The band´s music, the concept and even the monicker itself are based on H.P. Lovecraft´s works. Curiously, the word Crafteon comes from a play-on-words between the words “Lovecraftian" and "Aeon."

Crafteon´s unsigned debut, entitled 'Cosmic Reawakening', has a truly eye-catching artwork, which fits perfectly well with the concept and the history behind the album´s music. The picture depicts a monstrous creature emerging from the oceanic depths, very appropriate in my opinion, for a “Lovecraft-esque” album. The booklet contains some paintings with a similar style and concept, which makes it look as a quite impressive artwork. Not a few extreme metal bands are inspired by H.P. Lovecraft´s tenebrous and mysterious works, and though Crafteon doesn´t reach The Great Old Ones wicked, complex and suffocating interpretation of this dark universe, it’s a different yet interesting offering. In contrast to the French band, 'Cosmic Reawakening' is a much more melodic work with an excellent guitars' work. The album has generally a mid-paced tone, with sporadic fast sections, like at the beginning of the opening track “The Outsider”. Another interesting detail is the bass lines, unlike in many other black metal albums, it can be listen to reasonably well through the album, which I personally appreciate a lot, because the bass lines are buried during the mixing too many times. With regards the production, the album has a slightly filthy production which doesn’t ruin the final result, mainly because the guitar lines, which reign in this album, are easily recognizable and distinctive. The combination of melodic sections and ultra catchy guitars work perfectly well in tracks like “The Colour Out of Space” and specially “The White Ship”, which is highly addictive. Crafteon surely knows how to compose riffs which remain in the head of the fan. This is usually the great difference between the just “ok” albums and the truly good ones like this debut. The vocals sound pretty strong and varied, ranging for slightly high-pitched to a more common hoarse and rotten tone, which for some reason reminds me Mayhem.

In conclusion, this is a fine debut by Crafteon and a pretty enjoyable work for those who want to make an immersion into Lovecraft´s tenebrous universe, without leaving aside a healthy dose of melodic and catchy riffs. For future releases, I would recommend a step forward in terms of production and perhaps the introduction of some atmospheric keys. In my opinion it could work pretty well. (Alain González Artola)

(Self - 2017)
Score: 80

https://crafteon.bandcamp.com/releases

Wrathprayer/Force of Darkness - Wrath of Darkness

#FOR FANS OF: Black/Death/Thrash

A cooperation of two Chilean underground bands on Nuclear War Now! Productions - this is definitely not the stuff fans of Bon Jovi and further idiots are looking for. South America is, in terms of metal, equipped with an extra dose of bestiality and therefore it is only logical that Wrathprayer play a violent form of death/black metal. They open the split with heavyweight guitars and vocals that originate from the zombie mausoleum next door. In a matter of seconds, it becomes obvious that this band does not intend to entertain a costumed crowd with some easy listening black thrash. Totally aligned with the name of the label, their songs spread some extremely martial and destructive vibes. Too bad that they offer only two relevant tracks, because the intro can be skipped.

Apart from this minor blemish, the band shows full dedication and their relatively unorthodox patterns avoid successfully any form of fatigue. There are more than enough (well integrated) breaks that ensure the necessary degree of diversity without tearing the songs apart. In view of the carefully constructed song patterns, one cannot blame them for having released somehow half-baked pieces. The songs do not lack coherence, despite their hostile and unapproachable configuration. Not to mention their outstanding parts, for example the dragging section in the centre of "Tria Serpentis" which relies on a creeping monster riff. A rate of 75 could be appropriate for Wrathprayer.

The question is whether their compatriots from Chile's capital Santiago are able to surpass this result. Unlike Wrathprayer, Force of Darkness do not dive into the deadly genre. Their mix consists of thrash and black metal. A touch of chaos accompanies their sound. For example, concentrate on the insane drumming. Nevertheless, this does not mean that they do not know what they are doing. It is just a little bit more difficult to internalize the songs of Force of Darkness. Sometimes extremely fast drums liaise with rabid lines while the lead vocalist delivers a kind of malignant nagging with a lot of reverb on it. Catchiness is of minor relevance and so the listener follows the formation on its wild ride through the wasteland of terror.

Of course, Force of Darkness also stand for aggression and devastation, but their songs are slightly less apocalyptic than the two steamrollers of Wrathprayer. Some thrashing guitar lines show a minimally more technical approach. This is at the expense of vehemence, but it does not affect the general impression significantly. In particular the pretty monumental "The Order" is more or less on an equal footing with Wrathprayer's songs. Overall, Force of Darkness do not win the competition (65), but their integrity and passion cannot be doubted. Anyway, the split album delivers what it promises: a very harsh outbreak of musical violence. Seems as if Chile is always worth a journey. (Felix 1666)

(Nuclear War Now! Productions - 2017)
Score: 70

https://nuclearwarnowproductions.bandcamp.com/album/wrath-of-darkness

Tchornobog - S/t

#FOR FANS OF: Experimental Black/Death/Doom

Tchornobog is the one man project by Markov Soroka. If this name sounds familiar to you then you might have heard of his funeral doom metal band Slow and the atmospheric/ambient black metal project Aureole, both of them are a one-man band. I heard a lot about Tchornobog’s s/t album so I decided to check it out and see for myself what the fuss is all about. Unfortunately, after listening to the whole material, I wasn't impressed as what others had felt about this studio debut.

Released via Fallen Empire Records in Bandcamp for its digital format last July of 2017, Tchornobog's self-titled debut had impressed quite some audiences in the realm of black/death/doom metal. But after I examined the proposal, I found it non-distinctive and nothing special as what everyone was uttering about. While others praise the album because of its death-metal style guitars and blast beats, super flat and obscured thick production; I find the Tchornobog's music failing to achieve its ideal sound and failing to deliver memorable tunes.

Though I am not impressed about this self-titled release, there are a few elements here that I find satisfactory in some ways. The doomy section and desolate ambiance of the record are decent and it momentarily helps me to ignore the awfully monotonous riff structure. Perhaps if Markov had done more effort on the songwriting segment, the effects would have been more haunting and impossible to forget. The series of looping guitar patterns in this offering, is really weak in its character. It does not have that certain punch that will stick and catch you to get hook on the band's tunes.

There are a few bands in the extreme music genre that can convince their listeners even with a simple repetitive guitar pattern, given that the band had fabricated the guitar riffs to fit well with the style that they are playing. However, Tchornobog's experimental exploitation of multiple sub-genres of extreme music, does not go well with his insufficient effort to write noteworthy guitar riffs. Some listeners are convinced and satisfied with Markov's repetitive guitars because it is reinforced with a bleak and dingy atmosphere. I, on the other hand, do not find that compelling.

Another thing that some people dig about this release, but I find not that impressing, is the pummeling death metal style blasting of the drumming department. There is really nothing exceptional about that part, as it is pretty much just a barrage of machine-like hammering followed by a few pats of toms and cymbals which at times is deceitful enough to win over some audiences’ attention. Even the dark and cryptic overall mood of the record could not save the album from its conspicuous drawbacks.

I know that some fans believed that Tchornobog's otherworldly and deranged atmosphere had rescued this album from falling into the depths of mediocrity, but it most certainly did not. Yes, the mood of the material could have totally made this offering more entertaining if only Soroka had prioritized his songwriting when he was still working on the songs in this debut. I am not saying that I will totally turn my back on this band after this awful release. Tchornobog has that potential that only needs developing. For all we know, Markov had already learned through the drawbacks of this album right at this moment and is ready to put up a more decent piece in the coming future. (Felix Sale)

(Fallen Empire Records/I, Voidhanger - 2017)
Score: 45

https://markovsoroka.bandcamp.com/album/tchornobog

Tuna de Tierra - S/t

#PER CHI AMA: Psych/Stoner, Kyuss

I Tuna de Tierra nascono a Napoli all'inizio del 2013 dall'incontro tra Alessio (chitarra e voce) e Luciano (basso) che, grazie alla collaborazione di Jonathan Maurano (alla batteria), portano alla registrazione del primo EP autoprodotto nel 2015, 'EPisode I: Pilot', con un buon riscontro da parte del pubblico che ha permesso al terzetto partenopeo di solcare i palchi italiani e continuare con la loro produzione artistica. Questo self-title è prodotto da Argonauta Records che ha intuito il potenziale dei tre scugnizzi napoletani che non hanno deluso le aspettative. L'album è disponibile in digitale e nel classico digisleeve a due ante, con un artwork desertico disegnato dalla Ver Eversum, già protagonista di poster e illustrazione per band e festival. Le sette tracce sono un mix di sonorità stoner/psych rock che affondano le radici nella scuola Kyuss & Sky Valley Co., grazie a lunghe sessioni di jam lisergiche che trascendono tempo e spazio. Il trio infatti non adotta la scuola del wall-of-sound e si concentra su melodie orecchiabili, come nella prima track "Slow Burn", brano strumentale dai suoni potenti e con un assolo evanescente che guida il breve svolgimento del brano. Passiamo oltre e approdiamo a "Morning Demon", una lunga ballata rock che convince per gli arrangiamenti e la ritmica, mentre la linea vocale è sottotono e non riesce a dare la giusta identità al brano. Il trio convince sempre più sulla parte strumentale, proponendo riff che richiamano la scena stoner californiana, ma riescono a dare un apporto personale grazie a melodie non scontate. L'utilizzo delle progressioni crea una struttura di facile assimilazione che entra calda e lenta nelle nostre vene per poi esplodere nel finale dove ritorna il cantato che questa volta ha la grinta che il brano merita. Il trio ci delizia con "Long Sabbath's Day ", una sorta di desert-gospel-blues fatto di chitarra, voce e percussioni, ideali per una notte fredda e stellata tra rocce e sabbia, stesi su un polveroso tappeto davanti ad un fuoco mentre la tequila scorre incessantemente. I fumi dell'alcool si mescolano alle sterpaglie bruciate, gli occhi lacrimano per l'emozione legata alla catarsi tra uomo ed universo. "Laguna" invece abbraccia il post rock nella sua parte introduttiva con le chitarre che riecheggiano lontanissime, per poi mutare in una lunga ballata psichedelica fatta di fraseggi liquidi e di una ritmica vellutata. Pura lussuria per le nostre orecchie che trasmutano la melodia in serotonina e sfama i nostri neuroni appisolati, mentre il break annuncia l'entrata della classica cavalcata, assolo e rallentamento a chiudere. Mandando in rotazione l'album per giorni si viene rapiti dal sound caldo e avvolgente, dalle melodie oniriche che diventano aggressive quando serve e dalla passione vera per un genere che non accusa affatto l'età. Non definirei quest'album omonimo il seguito del primo EP dei Tuna de Tierra, piuttosto un'evoluzione artistica alla ricerca del proprio io su una strada che si perde all'orizzonte. Speriamo di rincontrarli presto. (Michele Montanari)

(Argonauta Records - 2017)
Voto: 75

https://tunadetierra.bandcamp.com/album/tuna-de-tierra

My Monthly Date - Chaos Theory

#PER CHI AMA: Indie/Alternative

Nella solleticante interpretazione suggerita dal concept, il modello matematico della teoria del caos sulle interazioni meccanicistiche tra particelle si applicherebbe alle interazioni umane e sociali. Come il battito di una farfalla potrebbe generare un uragano ("Butterfly"), così un singolo errore potrebbe condurre al termine della vita ("Shame"), o una risposta sbagliata alla perdita di un affetto ("Miles Away"). Come i suoni dilatati e Lanois/iani dell'introduttiva "Chaos Theory" prefigurano nel prosieguo scenari più visionari e distopici ("One Day More", "Lost in the Shadows", "21st"), così il pop solo immaginificamente space delle prime canzoni acquisisce mano a mano una profondità siderale (sentite "Butterfly" vs. "21st"). Gli autori citano Sum 41 e Linkin' park (sentite "One Day More" e "My Horizon"), ma voi avete passato i quaranta e quella roba lì mica la conoscete, così vi accontentate di rilevare i Red Hot Chili pop di 'I'm With You' ("Miles away") e, qua e là, i Porcupine Tree crepuscolari di 'The Incident' ("Shame" e "The Last"). Sperando di cavarvela. (Alberto Calorosi)

(4inaroom Records - 2017)
Voto: 75

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Billy Boy in Poison - Invoker

#FOR FANS OF: Death Metal

“Well, well, well, well. If it isn't fat, stinking billygoat Billy-Boy in poison.”

A Danish band clearly enamored with 'A Clockwork Orange' (a book written in just three weeks and forever immortalized on film by Stanley Kubrick), this group of droogs so seamlessly blends into the black-clad gauge-eared breakdown-beaten buffoonery of metal's most corporeal and corporate dystopia that it could be easily mistaken for insincerity. However, the talent that kicks off this quintet's sophomore album shows an artsy attempt at furthering a solid grip on making metalcore just before it drops the ball in this release's mundane midsection.

“Absolution” and “Iron Grip” have gigantic sounds to them. Building and toppling fortresses as they rise to atmospheric pinnacles through the hollow echoes of muddy guitars and crumbling from blasting volleys in mere seconds, a crashing cascade that brings “Iron Grip” to satisfying release. Billy Boy in Poison leads with strength summoning its best efforts but blows its load too early. Prominent and melodic leads endure a laborious pace to heighten the impact of the rhythms and grooves, like in the funerary march of “Morcar” where diminishing notes hang by a thread before being swallowed by the next measure. There is a noticeable proficiency in the songwriting through the first half of this album.

“Come to get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou.”

“A Walk on Broken Bones” is where this album loses its grip on the ball it had so delicately handled. Noisy and energetic, this song is set to be the sort of aggressive Lamb of God foray into modest metalcore mimicry but the guitars paint a swath of muddy meandering measures over such a by-the-numbers template that it becomes a mess of aggression without any compelling sounds to make it memorable. “A Walk on Broken Bones” is just the first leg of an uninspired journey with few landmarks worthy of a momentary glance but only due to the dullness of the landscape before finally reaching the riches of “Black Gold”.

The mediocrity of these b-sides shows how boundless break beats bonded to the baseless belief that they're building br00tality bores this death metal regular, no matter how much it may make the average pit ninja dangle from a plastic coated orifice flapping off the side of a core clone's cranium. “Exodus” starts smoothly enough with pinches of harmony and humming bass before becoming an average and jerky stomper. Merely a single moment betrays a glimmer of hope as the guitars gloriously glide through their grain to meet a tearing blast beat before being yanked into yet another spastic time change. Eventually “Exodus” bleeds into “Glaciers” and “Glaciers” abruptly crashes into “Mara”. Though “Glaciers” brings a preferable aggression, muddy and repetitive rhythms boast few engaging moments despite slight artistic slivers accentuating the atmosphere of the album. Through a very vocal oriented mix with an abundance of break beating that attempts to sound gigantic and imposing, the grooving deathcore throughout 'Invoker' loses its way in this dangerous territory as the droogs receive a self-inflicted punishment for this tepid traipse into br00tality's badlands.

In typical deathcore fashion, “Black Gold” is Billy Boy in Poison's big finish with an anthemic melody that falls into aggressive verses before returning to its beginning in each chorus. The final return is especially complimented by a robust snare and kick combination. As can be heard in the end of All Shall Perish's “The Last Relapse” or Abigail Williams' “The Departure”, “Black Gold” formulaically fades with a simple sappy melody to further legitimize the artistry and power experienced throughout the endless breakdown centered meat of this album. It's difficult not to be a bit jaded when it comes to listening to a paint-by-numbers deathcore release like 'Invoker'. Like a plethora of bands of Billy Boy in Poison's ilk, this album had a couple of good ideas in it but in no way has enough material to justify a forty-five minute full-length. Unfortunately with Billy Boy in Poison, the band's sophomore album contains merely an EP's worth of ingredients that were stretched too far. (Five_Nails)

(Prime - 2017)
Score: 50

https://billyboyinpoison.bandcamp.com/album/invoker