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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.

The Six Stacker - Cold Bones

It’s cold. It’s cold, yet I refuse to believe it. I strut around in t-shirt and jeans, a lone beanie to stop all my body heat from escaping. I don’t feel it, because the crushtor compound™ could be used for meat and perishable storage during winter and not break any OH&S laws. Also, gives me licence to blast music real loud. Here’s what’s been in my six stacker:


Vanishing Kids - Miracle of Death

Aural Music (2023)

I tend to buy anything Angry Metal Guy puts in a top whatever list, so this went into my shopping cart without a thought. Yeah, it’s doom, but not as we know it. The slow crawl of first track Spill the Dark walks a line between 70s Hammond-drenched stoner anthem and murder ballad, amplified by Nikki Drohomyreky’s trance-inducing vocals. It’s a throwback without being all tassled jackets and flares, a fresh take on a well-worn genre. I’d try to pin them down as doom metal, but that’s like pigeonholing Hammers of Misfortune, something I refuse to do. It’s a weird one, but a good ‘un.


Suldusk - Anthesis

Napalm Records (2024)

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.


Judas Priest - Invincible Shield

Columbia/Epic (2024)

I’m going to cheat a bit since I already reviewed this:

Is Invincible Shield as earth-shattering as its predecessor? Not quite. Does it live up to their legendary canon? Absolutely. It’s proof positive you can teach an old God new tricks, and then some. Horns up, metalheads. Priest rides once again!


Spirit Adrift - Ghost at the Gallows

Century Media (2023)

Nate Garrett has feet in two worlds - that of the leather vest and big fuck off mo’ wearing Spirit Adrift and the gory t-shirt clad three-day-growth crustiness of Gatecreeper. Spirit Adrift is definitely a throwback to late-70s big arena band rock n’ roll, a time mere seconds before Maiden, Priest, and Mötorhead would dominate stages and airwaves. It’s eminently listenable and groove-heavy, and it was stuck inside my six stacker for ages. When it came around again, I was all too pleased to hear Garrett and co. trade licks and bellow bear-like harmonies into a green, smokey void. Recommended.


Vorga - Beyond the Palest Star

Transcending Obscurity (2024)

Sci-fi? In my black metal? Where do I sign up? Exploring dark regions beyond where Vektor or Imperialist have ever gone, Vorga propels toward relatavistic speeds, that being their compositions are compelling no matter whether they’re death marches (Voideath), Dimmu Borgir style mini-symphonies (Magical Thinking) or straight up old school headbangers (The Cataclysm.) If metal survives into the age of Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets, it would be illogical that musicianship of this quality wouldn’t be a prime directive on their 24th Century Spotifies.


Rotting Christ - Pro Xhristou

Season of Mist (2024)

Rotting Christ, as far as I’m concerned is (groan) God tier black metal. Not much else comes close, and their latest platter Pro Xhristou was as eagerly awaited in the crushtor house like Christmas is in a spoiled kid’s. Rotting Christ have an innate talent for capturing the sublime within the depraved, grand choirs of damned souls lifting dirty, diabolical riffs to strike the cloisters of heaven itself. AMG hated it, but I think they doth protest too much; in a world of black metal clones, Rotting Christ at least stand on their own two feet like Colossus(ses) that bestrode the world. Can’t please everyone.

The Six Stacker - In At The Death

All I can say is I am back on my bullshit and it feels so good. To me. The Winter months always see me stolen away from reality as four walls close in and my reluctance to venture outward becomes total. I’ve only got two more gigs in my calendar for the rest of the year, and it kinda suits me fine. Until someone I really want to see comes out, of course. Here’s what I have been playing to and from said gigs, and of course those unfamiliar doorways:


SVALBARD - THE WEIGHT OF THE MASK

Nuclear Blast Records (2023)

Every time this made its way to the front of the queue, I was like “what is this hardcore mess” at first until I was swept away by the urgency of their trilling, abrasive guitars and yearning vocals, delivered by the inimitable Serena Cherry. As pretentious types try to classify them in a wanker’s Dewey Decimal System (post-hardcore? D-beat? post-black metal? Oh, fuck off) the weight of the mask can be felt, not quantified over its 44 near-perfect minutes. Can’t wait to see them live.


HOST - IX

Nuclear Blast Records (2023)

When you wanna play synths, you gotta play synths. A weird and wonderful inversion of Violator producer Flood’s advice to Martin Gore about guitars applied to Greg Mackintosh and Nick Holmes’ darkwave project Host. So named after the ill-fated Paradise Lost album that tried to do the same thing and pissed everyone off. Darkwave is on the tin and it’s just what we get. We get Depeche Mode worship (Wretched Soul), true goffix d-floor hard shit (Tomorrow’s Sky) and Sisters of Mercy goth n’ roll (Hiding From Tomorrow) as well as a ink-drowned cover of I Ran, which is almost worth the price of admission. If you like 80s goth and Paradise Lost, it’s kind of a no brainer.


Sorcerer - Reign of the Reaper

Metal Blade Records (2023)

I fucking love Sorcerer. They bill themselves as a doom band and they are, in that high fantasy Dio-era Black Sabbath way. It’s all pomp and pagentry, and they will bust out a face-melter solo (on top of another) without warning or care. With guitars led by Kristian Niemann (ex-Therion) and mighty baritone vox by Anders Engberg that haltlingly verges on Falconer level theatricality, Reign of the Reaper is a tight (47min) clutch of classic metal tracks amplified by gang chants and classic throwbacks to horns-up conceptions of evil. Awesome stuff.

While you’re here Kris, tell your brother to hook up with Daniel Flores and release another Minds Eye album, please?


Kvelertak - Endling

RIse Records (2023)

Norway’s Turbonergro by way of Mastodon-ic 70s throwback rock n’ roll powerhouse Kvelertak seem to have hit that metal band professionalism that deliver consistent, enjoyable records in a distinct style. Other workmanlike bands that come to mind that can churn out great albums time after time are Cancer Bats and perhaps Amorphis if we’re getting European on thine arses. Endling is a rollicking ol’ time, awash with trips down psychedelic lanes, gang vocals a-go-go (Likvoke), and tips o’ the hat to NWOBHM (Motsols). They can even take on punky drinking songs (Endling) and tripped out glam rock, like the Sweet on (more?) acid (Skoggangr). Get your groove on kid, we’re necking a fifth of Akvavit and moshing to some fuckin’ Kvelertak.


Tomb Mold - The Enduring Spirit

20 Buck Spin (2023)

Chuck Schuldiner (RIP - Death, Control Denied) LIVES! Well, insofar that these Toronto trio are concerned, it’s pretty close to a resurrection. Wait a minute, a Canadian progressive trio… where have I heard such a thing before? No Rush, it’ll come to me. The uncanny valley these dudes live in breathe into existence on The Enduring Spirit, acting almost as a continuation of The Sound of Perseverence. Just listen to the embed below, for a taste. Even (relatively) straightforward tracks like Servants of Possiblility tangled with the splendour and wonder of death metal as an alternate musical universe. If you miss Chuck as much as any flesh ripping sonic torment patient, Tomb Mold are inheritors of that bold legacy.


Crypta - Shades of Sorrow

Napalm Records (2023)

If the boys can’t do it, let these Brazilian wonder women do it for them. This is carnal, bloodthirsty THRASH encrusted in the fires of hell itself. DIzzying fret runs ala Morbid Angel and gale-force headbang riffery from the early archives of Slayer or Kreator dominate this record. Of course, there are some eerie nods to Obituary and Sepultura (because of course you should) in tracks like Agents of Chaos, beginning with distant chords piercing over lumbering, knotted chugs of merciless venom. Something like that. Get your headbang on, these gals are heading for prime time.