The Six Stacker: Mikael Stanne Edition

Every fifty-something I know is acting like they’re half their age. Going to more gigs than me, taking on night shift jobs to make extra cash, and riding from Melbourne to Adelaide like it ain’t no thing. Mikael Stanne has just moved the needle to that ripe old age and is rocking in no fewer than four internationally-touring bands: his OG Dark Tranquillity, the DT-In Flames hybrid The Halo Effect, Gothenburg old school death metallers Grand Cadaver, and Scandi-goth rockers Cemetery Skyline.

The man himself.

His daughter, Marillion (click here for some Marillion-ception), is all grown up and demands to be home are likely non-existent. Why not heap more of what you love on your plate? It makes sense. This Six Stacker has three new Stanne-led cuts on, so without further ado…


Dark Tranquillity - Endtime Signals

Century Media (2024)

I was fortunate enough to see Dark Tranquillity in concert this month and they absolutely blew me away, being my favourite band of all time. That’s despite Mikael (arguably) being the only original member left. If Soilwork can put out great stuff void of OGs, surely DT can too? Yes, in the same way The Simpsons latest seasons are good compared to their legendary Season 2-10 run in the 1990s.

The Simpsons, of late, have returned their character-driven humour and heart-centric story roots. That is, Homer isn’t just a mean-spirited idiot actively trying to ruin things, dubbed ‘Jerkass Homer’ in the fandom. Instead, he’s a well-meaning buffoon, and the primary victim of his own flaws. Lisa is a know-it all, but is still an eight-year-old. Bart is a prococious ten-year-old brat again; they’re not mere vessels for shoehorned in gags and tired lines hawked during the Zombie Simpsons era. It’s thoughtful, tightly-scripted, laugh-out-loud Simpsons. But nowhere near as good as the original.

In a way, that’s what Endtime Signals represents; just like Iron Maiden can’t make The Number of the Beast again, DT can’t make Projector or Damage Done again. It’s a great, guitar-oriented DT fusing old school death metal (c.f. the tremolos on Unforgivable) and new-style Gothenburg goth-melodic death, the kind DT invented in the first place (the weepy One of Us Is Gone, led by electronics.) Some new twists are introduced, such as the panned hard-to-the front drumming (a nugget in Neuronal Fire.)

As a die-hard DT fan and just like a die-hard Simpsons fan, I’m extolling the merits of this record as a return-to-form. If anyone actually listens is anyone’s guess.


Cemetery Skyline - Nordic Gothic

Century Media (2024)

As I said in my best of 2024 post:

In a way, it was inevitable. We should be grateful for its inevitability. Spearheaded by Mikael Stanne (Dark Tranquillity, Grand Cadaver, The Halo Effect) and featuring members of Insomnium, The Man-Eating Tree, Dimmu Borgir, and Amorphis both past and present, this is like the Nordic (and gothic) Power Station, featuring Robert Palmer plus Chic and Duran Duran members in. Ever since 1999’s Projector, Dark Tranquillity embraced goth wholesale via Martin Brandstrom’s Depeche Mode electronics. Freed from shackles of melodic death, Nordic Gothic is pure pale light reflected in nightime clouds electro-goth beating with a blue and yellow Scandinavian heart.


The Halo Effect - March of the Unheard

Nuclear Blast (2025)

When I was a kid, melodic death metal was cool and edgy; it’s borderline dad rock now. As I mentioned earlier, Mikael is an actual dad of an adult daughter, for fucks sake. March of the Unheard is further away in time to The Gallery than that was to The Number of the Beast. Cynical types could level this as Dads getting the band back together to relive the glory days. Because in a way, it is.

All band members were part of In Flames at one point and could lay claim as the One True In Flames™. Jesper Strömblad is one half of the In Flames sound and pushes it twice as far, fingers crawling up and down the guitar as his rhythm section pounds big fuck off chords out underneath (Conspire to Decieve). It’s In Flames, baby! Fuck me, Detonate is all sorts of headbanging Colony/Clayman action brought back to life (notably Coerced Coexistence.) It’s the In Flames album we wish we’d gotten instead of Reroute to Remain. (Except 60% of this band wrote Reroute to Remain.)

It’s difficult to lend itself a distinct identity, being steeped in In Flames marinade. Does it matter? Not really, no. As a melodeath album its a cut above what’s usually produced today, and an A-tier In Flames album that just happens to have Mikael singing. I ain’t complaining.


Ulcerate - Cutting the Throat of God

Debemur Morti Records (2024)

Dissonant death metal is a genre now. Isn’t all death metal dissonant? I guess. However there’s something otherworldly about NZ’s Ulcerate, as if it’s coming in from a dark dimension parallel to our own. That feeling of alienation is palpale on this disc, like the liminal space of Sanctae Noctis at Dark Mofo. It was a nondescript shipping hall, draped in black curtains with a lone stage at the far end. It evoked that feeling of Twin Peaks’ Black Lodge - real and unreal all at once. Building on textures not unlike Agalloch or Pallbearer but as heavy hitting as soul-tearing riffery from Serpent of Old or (their arguable rivals) Devenial Verdict. If this is the furthest frontier death metal can reach, I’m glad we got there. Choice, ey.


Undeath - More Insane

Prosthetic Records (2024)

Whipping one’s head back from dark and brooding to borderline mosh-inducing fun is NYC’s Undeath, resurrecting the old school back from the … undead. Dead From Beyond showcases all their influences up front: Morbid Angel’s undulating lead breaks, Cannibal Corpse’s meaty bass, and Malevolent Creation’s freewheeling double-ass kicking drumming. Though they verge on Atheist or Death-like tech levels, they keep everything pretty grounded, with CC-style big fuck off riffs dominating tracks like Disputatious Malignancy (fuck writing that out for a joke) or almost kinda sorta Gothenburg pre-melodeath style (Dismember, Entombed, et. al.) creepy beef ala Sutured for War. It’s a genuinely fun listen.


Royal Blood - Back to the Water Below

Warner Records (2023)

Running a band as a two-man operation (think Death From Above 1979 or DZ Deathrays) means near total rock ‘n’ roll freedom these days. Fewer egos to stroke, fewer royalties to divide, and only one manager to pay off. Back to the Water Below is fuck music like Jane’s Addiction is fuck music. It’s music you fuck to, because it itself fucks. A high kicking back beat atop Mountains at Midnight anchors a silky, devil-may-care sliding riff. It heats up like desert rock and adds in all the leather jacket-wearing sleaze rock ‘n’ roll should still be notorious for. These days it really ain’t, but these lads are doing their darnedest to bring it back (sorry, Danko Jones.) It’s right proper English when you hear slight piano returns to britpop (Pull Me Through) and funk-inspired bops like Triggers. Pop it on, grab your girl, and feel the Gs.

The Best Metal Albums of 2024

Oh, lists. My mind works in lists, I think. I dream in lists. Lists form in my mind’s eye even when I don’t want them, let alone need them. 2024 seemed like a long year to me - this time last year feels like an eternity ago. If I ever cried poor at any point last year - it was because I spent a whole bunch of money on gigs and albums (about 90 of them combined) because I brace myself in quixotic defiance against Big Streaming who will never ever get a cent of my money.

I’m going to limit myself to ten albums - in no particular order - with a couple of honourable mentions to boot. As for what constitutes “metal” these days is a matter for keyboard warriors in comments sections. It is what it is.


Caligula’s Horse - Charcoal Grace

InsideOut Records

From my review at HysteriaMag.com:

The centrepiece of the album is the Rush by way of Dream Theater-esque Charcoal Grace suite, spanning four distinct movements. It opens with cinematic fret runs, leads into pensive piano, and finishes on guitar heroism worthy of the highest honours. Prey floats over the top of our senses, seguing effortlessly into A World Without, inspired by knotted technically ecstatic guitar as much as it is old school 70s prog-headedness like Camel or King Crimson…

Akin to the bombast and ceremony of their genre cousins in Wilderun or ScardustCharcoal Grace marinates in sumptious grooves, a constant tension between the sublime and aggressive, and centrepiece instrumental and vocal performances. It all adds up to a cohesive, spellbinding whole. This is their landmark opus, the Caligula’s Horse album that will steal the crown from all that has come before. Progheads, rejoice!


High On Fire - Cometh the Storm

MNRK Heavy

I couldn’t believe that the Shirtless One (Matt Pike) hadn’t released a High on Fire album for six years. I suppose Pike’s been preoccupied with Sleep. The band, not the nocturnal restorative. Cometh the Storm’s freaks and geeks gallery is rounded out by Coady Willis (Melvins, Big Business, et. al.) and as a result, it sounds massive. Summoning Motörheaded riffage belted on to Pike’s apocalytpic caterwauling makes for a fine outing by the river Styx in the title track, and there’s more artyfacts and nuggets hidden in this record than your cardigan-wearing Greens voter aunty’s granny flat. There really aren’t any lulls on this album. It’s burning at every end, and makes a case for a new genre: functional stoner metal - the kinda guy that can choke down two or three billys before clock on and still operate heavy machinery for eight hours straight. Woof.


Black Sites - The Promised Land?

Self-Release

Think of an American prog band. Is it Dream Theater? Of course it is. (Could be Symphony X or Fates Warning, if you’re super duper special.) Odd today almost no one mentions Queensryche. No, they don’t use eight-string basses and fourteen different keyboards in 22/7 time, but are (were?) as high-concept as any given Rush album with a hard rocking musicianship to match. Dry of guitar wank instead of say, Scenes from a Memory, The Promised Land? is one of the best American prog concept records since Operation: Mindcrime. Mark Sugar and co. effortlessly blend thrash headbangers (Descent) and proto-metal gallopers (World on Fire) with the confidence and bombast of a decades-seasoned stadium-filler act. Gideon eases off the gas, plunging depths of despair and turmoil evoking Mindcrime protagonist Nikki’s fall from grace at the hands of Sister Mary. Their dynamic twelve-minute title track culminates in the triumph of journeying - and perhaps never finding - that promised land. It’s an enthralling listen from beginning to end. If you sleep on this, you’re crazy.


Flaming Wrekage - Terra Inferna

Grindhead Records

From my review, again:

Each track could be considered its own mini-symphony, seguing between sections seamlessly and creating their own unique and urgent textures and moods. Paralysis catches one off guard since it begins like a standard riffy boi but halts midway to play around with a crunchy, solitary motif; drums and bass nowhere to be heard.  Leadwork explodes like fireworks amid Enduring Decay, culminating in the 80s denim-and-leather throwback Our Own Blood, tremelos a-go-go and quick-time percussion smacking headlong into towering walls of guitar. There’s so many holy shit moments in this record upon first blush, one only wonders how many we’ll pick up during subsequent listens.

Terra Inferna is as much as a celebration of the rich chainmail tapestries metal can weave as it is a testament to their blossoming as an incredible death metal force not to be wreked with. There’s only one way to play this record: loud and on repeat.


Evergrey - Theories of Emptiness

Napalm Records

This album blows me away every time I listen to it. Evergrey have achieved pop-prog apotheosis on Theories of Emptiness, right from bombastic opener Falling from the Sun, sadboi arena rocker Misfortune, and the duet we’ve all wanted (well, I have) since forever, Cold Dreams featuring Jonas Renkse (Katatonia). It lends off 80s power ballad vibes while maintaining an icy grip on bleak, barren soundscapes. Everything they approach, they nail; Queensryche-ian crunch, Pink Floyd-like leadwork, and soulful gospel choirs. It’s Evergrey done up to 11, much like their breakout Recreation Day. Outstanding work.


Suldusk - Anthesis

Napalm Records

After being blown away by their set prior to Katatonia this year (was it this year?) and sacrificing a meal or two to buy their prior album Lunar Falls, these Aussies knock it out of the gloomy moor with Anthesis. Plucking bits of the darker end of metal, neo-folk, and atmospherics, carried on the back of vocalist (and multi-instrumentalist) Emily Highfield’s sublime voice. It’s like the reincarnation of The Gathering rinsed in black, a majestic and ethereal follow-up to Green Carnation’s Light of Day, Day of Darkness in tone and musicianship. Album of the year contender, for sure.

And here it is!


Devenial Verdict - Blessing of Despair

Transcending Obscurity

This album begins with a big gulp of air, as if vocalist Riku Saressalo is about to plunge into fathomless icy depths - and it’s kind of the feeling one gets spinning up Blessing of Despair, blasting along spidery crawls of guitar and guttural lamentations that all seems to luminescence around the fringes. That’s just in first track I Have Become the Sun. This furious melancholy slithers through the entire album, sewn up with ear-melting musicianship, engineered to shift moods on a whim through the slightest suggestion. You’ll hear dervish-like Arabesques (The Quietus), bloodthirsty death marches (Solus), mouthwatering lashings of groove (Garden of Eyes), and epic dissonant takes on the genre that give (and gave) Ulcerate a run for their jandals (Moon-Starved). Death metal rarely has “it all” - but this disc definitely does.


Amiensus - Reclamation Parts I and II

M-Theory Audio

Progressive black metal (if that’s what we’re calling it) over these two ambitious discs is for want of a better word, beautiful. Yeah, it’s brutal as fuck at times but Reclamation Parts I and II (which should be taken as a whole) feels vibrant, resplendent, triumphant. Just like Wilderun or Disillusion before them, it’s a grand opus that takes in the wondrous spectrum of human emotion while retaining an overwhelming joy. It’s a joy evoked by the simple pleasure of listening to these sounds, as a haze between one’s internal world and the external settles in. A crowning achievement in the genre as it spans so many - folk, neo-classical, thrash, prog - because it will leave you in pure awe.


Unto Others - Never, Neverland

Century Media

From the hard yet jangly chords of opener Butterfly, Gabe Franco’s baritone croon, rich with metaphor comparing a difficult lover to a butterfly (I could win your heart with a melody / I could comfort you with a sweet serenade (I made) / Or I could lash my tongue in a criticism, yeah / Or put you down and pray for the tears in your eyes / I want you to die) you can just feel that this is album is dark magic pressed into thin perspex. It shifts from goth to crossover Suicidal Tendencies thrash (Momma Likes the Door Closed) to ironic post-punk meets Steinman pop (Angel of the Night) with such self-assuredness it’s almost criminal. This all occurs over three consecutive tracks, by the way. What’s even more incredible is that some of these mouthwatering cuts clock in at 7” 45 lengths: a punchy Fame, a punky Flatline, or a satisfying morsel of Blue Oyster Cult worship Hoops. It all feels like Lt. Tuck Pendleton’s bittersweet lament in Innerspace: “When things are at their darkest pal, it’s a brave man who can kick back and party.” So Unto Others did. And we reaped the benefits.


Cemetery Skyline - Nordic Gothic

Century Media

In a way, it was inevitable. We should be grateful for its inevitability. Spearheaded by Mikael Stanne (Dark Tranquillity, Grand Cadaver, The Halo Effect) and featuring members of Insomnium, The Man-Eating Tree, Dimmu Borgir, and Amorphis both past and present, this is like the Nordic (and gothic) Power Station, featuring Robert Palmer plus Chic and Duran Duran members in. Ever since 1999’s Projector, Dark Tranquillity embraced goth wholesale via Martin Brandstrom’s Depeche Mode electronics. Freed from shackles of melodic death, Nordic Gothic is pure pale light reflected in nightime clouds electro-goth beating with a blue and yellow Scandinavian heart. A yearning despondence throbs through this disc, whether it’s inviting absent-minded swaying about chessboard dancefloors (Torn Away) or whiskey-and-regret drowned metal and synthpop after midnight (Violent Storm). Thanks to hindsight and maturity, cribbing bits of a-ha (yeah, they were kinda goth) and Lacrimosa and varnishing it all over with an unmistakeable 1980s Scandi-pop sheen (c.f. Never Look Back) sounds fresh, moody, and forever enticing. If you’re even goth-curious, it’s a must listen.


TEN HONOURABLE MENTIONS 2024

Iotunn - Kinship

Hamferð - Men Guðs hond er sterk

Vale of Pnath - Between The Worlds Of Life And Death

Sworn - A Journey Told Through Fire

Carnosus - Wormtales

Gaerea - Coma

Blood Incantation - Absolute Elsewhere

Officium Triste - Hortus Veneum

Oceans of Slumber - Where Gods Fear to Speak

In Vain - Solemn

The Six Stacker - Recycled, Revivalist

Sorry boys and girls, but from now on it’s going to be revivals until the end of time. Genre revivals, that is. That isn’t to say there isn’t any creativity left in the ol’ dogs, but anything new is pretty much off the table. This comes down to technology. In the 1980s and start of the 1990s, one could hear “new” sounds, thanks to advances in additive synthesis and digital sampling. Crude 8-bit approximations of guitars and violins would flow through speakers in crisp digital perfection - until humanity gained the power over Pulse Code Modulation in their own bedrooms. When a CPU could crunch 16-bits per sample at 44.1kHz, it was all over. We can produce any sound we want in real-time, provided we fiddle with enough virtual knobs. Instead of shelling out thousands for a Yamaha DX7, you can patch a DAW to emulate it. Pair it with a LinnDrum and all manner of filters and you can churn out your own synthwave revival record. UK-based New Retro Wave Records is killing (it) in the name of 80s revivalism; and its even seeped into the hallowed world of metaldom. Bands like Host (named after the core members’ controversial Paradise Lost album that went decidedly dancehall), Unto Others, Tribulation, Cemetery Skyline, and a whole bunch of others are going full Depeche Mode on our asses because… well, why the fuck not. Not that I’m complaining. Just… noticing.


Gatecreeper - Dark Superstition

Nuclear Blast Records (2024)

Watching Gatecreeper wreak havoc on a small outer-suburban stage in Melbourne’s south-east earlier this year, my good friend Rob turned to me as these Sonoran deprivators debuted a new song. His Encyclopedium Metallum senses were twitching. “Man, this sounds a lot like Dismember,” he said with an air of authority. Entombed, Carcass, Grave… take your pick. It’s definitely HM-2 pedal death n’ roll alright. You could slot opener Dead Star into Purgatory Afterglow by Edge of Sanity and none would be the wiser. Not even Dan Swanö. Lifted greatly with the thick and meaty production courtesy of Kurt Ballou (Converge, High On Fire, Kvelertak, Four Year Strong) it’s a mid-90s death n’ roll feast for the senses. Mainly ears, but you get the idea.


Tribunal - The Weight of Remembrance

20 Buck Spin (2023)

Sad Vancouverites Tribunal are also a revival band - funeral death/doom the way My Dying Bride used to do it. Still kinda does it? They have a cello player and a warbly chick singer/lamentation machine, so I’ll leave that up for you to decide. Lace and daggers and fake vampire canine teeth abound. I mean there’s a song called Of Creeping Moss and Crumbled Stone, which desperately captures the centuries-old decay of Some Old Castle™. I’m kind of underselling it here. It’s dialed to eleven pomp and paganism, slowed down to a crawl thanks to a stiletto slipped between crucial vertebrae. Maddening and unforgiving stuff, in the best way possible.


Frozen Soul - Glacial Domination

Century Media (2023)

Black metal, death metal, progressive female-fronted fantasy metal… cold metal? Whatever it is, it’s neck-snappingly brutal. It’s also like The Love Boat for death metal (and even darksynth) musos. You get Matthew K. Heafy (Trivium, also producer) pop in a solo or two, John Gallager of Dying Fetus gurgle atop flesh-ripper Morbid Effigy, along with Creeping Death’s Reese Alavi and Power Trip’s Blake Ibanez (no, he uses Jacksons) shred up a tornado (of SOULS) on Amon Amarth adjacent Arsenal of War. Duology Frozen Soul/Assimilator featuring Gost is the ultimate death metal tribute to The Thing, feeling like something Floridian death metal nascents would come up with around its release. For the old schoolers who love a bit of a twist and turn, you can’t really go past it.


Oceans of Slumber - Oceans of Slumber

Century Media (2020)

Just like the man in the cover art, I too am in awe of the sheer beauty and power of what metal-punk-folk-gospel band Oceans of Slumber can come up with. Recommended to me (not personally of course) by Dark Tranquillity’s (and Grand Cadaver’s, and The Halo Effect’s, and Cemetery Skyline’s) Mikael Stanne, the brightest of gems being the sublime voice of Cammie Gilbert; velveteen, mournful, and gripping in every song on this (and every) album. Their depth and breadth of ideas hasn’t felt so engrossing and novel since Pain of Salvation turned prog on its head over 20 years ago - proof you don’t need 22/7 time signatures to convey real emotion. Like A Return to the Earth Below, five and a half minutes of rage giving way to despair; equal parts Katatonia and Evergrey and as close to a perfect prog track if there ever was one. Speaking of…


Evergrey - Theories of Emptiness

Napalm Records (2024)

This album blows me away every time I listen to it. Evergrey have achieved pop-prog apotheosis on Theories of Emptiness, right from bombastic opener Falling from the Sun, sadboi arena rocker Misfortune, and the duet we’ve all wanted (well, I have) since forever, Cold Dreams featuring Jonas Renkse (Katatonia). It lends off 80s power ballad vibes while maintaining an icy grip on bleak, barren soundscapes. Everything they approach, they nail; Queensryche-ian crunch, Pink Floyd-like leadwork, and soulful gospel choirs. It’s Evergrey done up to 11, much like their breakout Recreation Day. Outstanding work.


Vredensal - Sonic Devotion to Darkness

Soul Seller Records (2023)

Sometimes I think black metal sounds best when it doesn’t really sound like black metal at all. Let me explain. One of my favourite black metal bands of all time is Dissection. They are blacker than the blackest black times infinity, but god DAMN were those riffs classic as they were tasty. I’m talking delicious banquets of NWOBHM fat and Ameri-thrash grease-licked middle fingers thrust to the sky. Just like Mikael Vredensal (yeah, I know!) busts out large and wide solos fit for arena stages and fireworks to pop off. If it’s all about “do what thou wilt” then Sonic Devotion is the epitome of Satanic self-indulgence. Ave! Or whatever.