Anti-Mortem — New Southern
★★☆☆ If I’m being unkind, I’d call this album a more boring Hellyeah. But you know what? This album is also fucking fun. You will nod your head, despite yourself. So there’s that.
★★☆☆ If I’m being unkind, I’d call this album a more boring Hellyeah. But you know what? This album is also fucking fun. You will nod your head, despite yourself. So there’s that.
★☆☆☆ I wanted to like this a whole lot more than I actually did. It definitely wields an unorthodoxy, approaching many well-worn tropes without using them. And that’d be a lot more commendable if the music had hooks or melodies or other qualities to go along with their unusualness. Still, if you’re a fan of Misery Signals or Devin Townsend, you might enjoy it.
★★☆☆ Doomy and dirgy and noisy as you want. It’d be a little unfair to dismiss YAITW as another Converge clone, as they do try to add some twists through this album…. but the comparison is impossible to avoid nonetheless.
★☆☆☆ This album obliterates the already uncomfortably thin dividing line between djent and nu metal. It’s equal parts Vildhjarta and Static-X. Ugh.
★★☆☆ This instrumental ode to a dying star is groovy, man. Groovy.
★★★☆ This album both suffers and benefits from feeling like a slightly higher brow Black Dahlia Murder. It’s refreshing and rare to hear the refinement in this brand of death metal, but it also softens the cutting edge a wee bit. Still, this is a frenetic and powerful 43 minutes, and a joy to hear from cover to cover.
★☆☆☆ This is a crowning achievement for Lacuna Coil, with pristine production and their best sonic depth ever. This is also (and more importantly) boring to the point of tedium. Imagine Evanescence without Amy Lee, and you can safely skip listening to this album as a result.
★☆☆☆ This is a wildly uneven effort on every level. Vocalists, energy levels, and styles change midsong without warning or reason. The low points, if we’re being very honest, is whenever Max Cavalera or Troy Sanders open their mouths to sing. (Remarkable as it may seem, Greg Puciato’s vocals are a breath of fresh air every time you get to hear them here.)
★★☆☆ I’ve had this theory in my head for a while now: Prong has been dead and gone for almost 20 years, and everything we hear now from the band is akin to a new Michael Jackson release: resurrected from lost tapes and B-sides to the Cleansing and Rude Awakening recordings, perhaps propped up with guest musicians, but not truly new.
★★☆☆ I’ll be the first to admit that symphonic metal isn’t exactly my cup of tea. But this album fuses the typical orchestral bombast with a speed and heaviness that is as effective as the former is saccharine. Epica get props for doing something a bit more compelling than your usual fare… but good lord, is “The Quantum Enigma” overlong.
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