Jack Press
Lamb of God have always made their best music under pressure.
2mo
Transcend Into Oblivion isn’t flawless—Act I feels undercooked compared to what follows—but Necrofier‘s ambition pays dividends. Act II alone justifies the album’s existence, proving they’re more than just melodic black metal revivalists. By wedding conceptual depth to technical prowess, the Texan quartet have crafted the rising American black metal scene’s most compelling statement.
3mo
When it works, it proves the band is capable of greatness. Too often, though, this feels like an album that needed more patience in the rehearsal room to transform good ideas into great ones.
3mo
Purgatory is deliciously dark, infectiously groovy, and downright fun. 26 minutes that prove suffering doesn’t have to feel like punishment.
3mo
Listen Up! is a warm, infectiously fun collection of pop-punk that proves, thirty years on, the legends still know exactly how to write songs that make you feel genuinely good about being alive.
3mo
Like fellow genre alchemists Blood Incantation before them, Worm are graduating to extreme metal’s top tier. Necropalace isn’t merely their finest work, it’s a modern classic built from horror, folklore, and breathtaking musical ambition.
3mo
Krushers Of The World doesn’t revolutionise KREATOR‘s sound, it perfects it.
4mo
I Feel The Everblack Festering Within Me is to deathcore what The Satanist is to black metal—a genre-defining masterpiece that elevates its source material beyond traditional boundaries.
9mo
A quarter of an album is not enough to save anyone’s soul and give back the time they’ve wasted wandering the solemn streets of modern-day SNOW PATROL.
1y
In pushing the reset button on everything THOU have ever stood for or believed in, both sonically and thematically, they’ve stumbled on a late-career masterpiece which will be spoken about long after they lay themselves to rest.
2y
Their latest incarnation is no less intense, and no less fiery. When blackened death metal is delivered this good, there’s no need to reinvent the wheel — just raise your horns and bang your head.
2y
Whether there’s something in the water in West Yorkshire or not, Slimelord, like its sibling Cryptic Shift, has delivered a debut few bands could muster in their entire careers, changing the course of a genre in less than an hour.
2y
Fall is the masterful culmination of nearly three decades of work, a testament to the dedication of Brun and BORKNAGAR at large to pushing black metal’s envelopes beyond its cavernous boundaries.
2y
On self-titled, they serve up ten hefty bangers and a double helping of mosh-worthy mash for you to lap up; simply put, this is the sound of a band five albums in simply nailing it.
2y
It feels fatalistic, but it’s the simple truth: in ‘Sanguivore’, Creeper have carved out their masterpiece. Now, watch the world fall at their feet.
2y
This album is a triumphant masterpiece made to be heard by the masses, so play your part.
2y
HAMISH HAWK carves the caverns into a kingdom of labyrinths; from the curtain-lifting strings of opener Once Upon An Acid Glance, over 45 minutes you’re presented a rich tapestry of chamber pop, indie-folk, and jangle-pop embellished with the kind of sardonic wit, new romanticism, and pop culture references that warm you up like a fresh pot of tea.
3y
If We Live Here was BOB VYLAN’s arrival, The Price Of Life is their main character moment, embracing their roles as revolutionary figures. Protest punk has been around since time immemorial, but it’s never sounded so good.
4y
On Illusory Walls, TWIABP&IANLATD graduate from midwest emo disciples to post-rock masters. This isn’t an album for the faint hearted, but for those who take it on, the rewards outweigh the risks on their best album yet.
4y
Whilst Who Am I? could’ve been the up-and-comer car crash of the century, Pale Waves have slipped into the stream of self-discovery and love, finding solace in the sounds of a thousand unheard voices, throwing them together and coming out the other end with a far better understanding of who they are, and who they always will be.
4y
If Greg Puciato has at any point felt indebted to his previous creative outlets or imprisoned by creative purgatory, Child Soldier: Creator Of God is the proof in the pudding that it’s entirely possible to not only break free of those barriers, but to craft something living and breathing that dares to eclipse what’s come before it.
2y
The saving grace of this album’s structure is the above and beyond guitar playing of Phil Manansala and Alan Ashby who without a doubt steal the little show the album has with an arsenal of riffs so beautiful and meaningful yet so devastating and heavy. Take away their work and the album would not only lack a sense of depth, but a sound that makes any sense with the words they sing.
9y
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