✦✦✦✧ I haven’t been this justifiably excited about a TesseracT album since Altered State. This is the band at their darkest yet. The two stars here are bassist Amos Williams and vocalist Daniel Tompkins, turning in a career-best performance in a career full of great performances.
Criticisms: the album, and most of the songs, are possibly 10-15% too long. See the rest here
✦✦✦✧ This absolutely shreds, which one would expect, being that this band is, what, 75% The Faceless by now? Tech death bona fides aside, this music finds itself at times in the unfortunate uncanny valley between Unpredictable Metal Mayhem… and Just Goofy. This is territory best ceded permanently to Protest The Hero. See the rest here
✦✧✧✧ Oh sure, this is loud and heavy and whatnot. But this is an album for people who think brickwall compression is still too dynamic, to the point that a lot of the potential shredding here is smeared out into the rest of the postimpressionistic cacophony. This sounds like the worst parts of soundtracks for Christopher Nolan movies… with screaming. See the rest here
✦✦✧✧ Don’t let the on-brand weak album cover put you off too much: there’s some tasty rockin’ out here. Sure, Udo’s voice feels a little shaky at times. But many of the tracks here remind me of Accept, albeit with an updated production that makes this sound more rethrash than retread. See the rest here
✦✦✦✧ The good news is that this album is a clear progression from 2015’s Epistemology, more cohesive, anthemic, and self-assured. It’s a barnburner of a symphonic black metal album, one where musicianship (largely that of Obsidian, naturally) is showcased in a way not normally heard in this genre. The bad news isn’t all that bad: this album is maybe one track longer than it needs to be. See the rest here
✦✦✦✧ Who needs subtlety when you’re flinging jackhammers like these fuckers are? They do have a penchant for digital frippery that borders on the nü-metal, but with heaviness this remorseless, I’ll allow a bit of digression. See the rest here
✦✦✧✧ This sounds like a mellower Machine Head, circa 1993. Curiously, the album sounds a little more energetic in the back half. I don’t hate it. See the rest here
✦✦✦✧ This is at least more fun and interesting than Metallica’s 72 Seasons, if we’re comparing 80s acts with “metal” in their names. Newcomer Marc Lopes does a pretty solid and entertaining job with the vocals. Otherwise, there’s both enough vintage thrash here to satisfy old school MC fans, as well as something a bit different for the band: a sound that’s more modern, aggressive, and epic. See the rest here
✦✦✧✧ The good news: when David Ellefson starts a new band, you can be guaranteed that you’ll hear the bass in the mix. The bad news: this band is all over the frickin’ place. You’ll hear the influence of every group that David and the other members have been a part of (Megadeth, Soulfly, Access Denied, Decapitated, Entombed A.D., See the rest here
✦✦✦✧ I’m not going to go into the topic of whether this is truly American indigenous black metal, something that my research indicates may be a point of contention. What I will say, though, is that this album is epic and evocative. The folk appropriations here are tasteful and balanced, not quite as in-your-face as Bloodywood or The Hu, and the overall sound owes as much to influences like Opeth and Wolves In The Throne Room as to any Native American musical traditions. See the rest here
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