Articles by Matt Daniels
Limbo tears away the hopelessness of being and reveals inner peace through six flawless and punishing tracks through Gaerea’s own unmatched way.
Imagine the uncaged lovechild of Anaal Nathrakh and Fukpig swimming gleefully in a pool of crimson.
Naglfar’s comeback is triumphant and one thing from this terrible year to smile about.
In these times of fear, isolation and ultimately facing one’s possible end, the world’s morbidity has forced us to challenge ourselves, to dig into our own psyche and reveal ourselves. In this state or torment we cant help but stare into death’s hollow black eyes with a new found respect.
Mories glorifies misery and has made it an art form, compacting endless terrifying soundscapes with lashings of primal bruising rage.
鬼 continues to haunt the scene with a rainbow-dipped brush stained with hues of despair, painting a smile onto faces that can truly make you grin ear to ear as darker colours drip away, fading and forgotten.
Vile Nilotic Rites is everything a fan would want in a modern Nile album and so much more. A flawless death metal album from the old legends that will possibly go down as one of the genre’s best!
The keyword to take away from True North is ‘diverse’. It is a free-flowing, tidy and very special release, with any juxtaposed elements making for a marriage made in heaven. True North is Borknagar celebrating who they are and preparing for a spiritual walk into the future. Quintessential Borknagar, and a must-buy for 2019.
Listening to a Violet Cold album is like being bathed in all colours of the spectrum at once. Its many layers build a story with a sincere heartbeat at its core, and that’s down to Emin’s affinity for structure and sound.
Part 1, l’amour et l’ardeur, is a stellar piece of work that has the breadth of a universal rainbow stretching to the wonders of infinity. Infused with an infinite amount of colours, thoughts and feelings it is yet another wonderful leap in 鬼’s incredible musical journey and an album that could heal the most wounded soul.
I Loved You At Your Darkest is one beautiful and extraordinary album. Unexpected may be another way to describe this release, but powerful and vehement it is nonetheless. Black is still the bile that froths at their lips and gods of extremity they remain.
Yet again the Brummie boys have forged a brutal piece of art to stand the test of time and one that beneath the chaotic notes and shattering audial violence lies a heartfelt and passionate tribute in memoriam to those lost and who will be lost. A New Kind Of Horror is Anaal Nathrakh’s deepest and most important album to date.
There’s more room to groove, to work in a catchy riff or build a more diverse song, so Head Cage works pleasingly. As a whole it is the polar opposite to Phantom Limb and Book Burner, it crushes with a lighter hammer but has the aesthetic blow of their previous works.
The Infinite Mirror Of Millennial Narcissism is an explosive beast in a deadly little package, rife with catchy as hell riffs and enough deafening blastbeats to keep any grind-fiend drooling. It’s the furious combination of Napalm and Nathrakh’s extremity fans have waited for.
The four tracks on display here are so well conceived that it doesn’t feel like you’re listening to two separate entities merely contributing but instead one very unified unit giving a masterclass in noise terror.
Northern Chaos Gods is the reinvigorating hit the Norwegians needed, capturing the essence of classic Immortal. Not one bad song. Not one filler. Just 8 tracks of ice-blasting grimness packed with muscular riffs and a primitive brutality that resonates throughout.
Marduk fans will be pleased with ‘Viktoria’. It’s not doing anything less than what fans are used to, yet it’s not doing too much more, which is where criticism will appear, but if anyone can unleash all-out war on words it’s the almighty Marduk. A few spins of this bad boy and ‘Viktoria’ will be your battle hymn for the day.
Unsettling Whispers is multi-dimensional and multi-generational black metal at its pinnacle of wonder. Flawless.
Deus Vermin play the kind of music I am drawn to, dripping black, viscous, visceral and vile. Riffs are enshrined in chaos and drums are played with skin breaking purpose. The cruel sinister undertones of their music bleeds fluidly from their instruments forming a blackened melting pot of genres and influences.
Hekatomb is no strings darkness. It’s pure satanic black metal played with bleeding fingers and utter virulence and that’s exactly how it should be played. Rostén’s return to Funeral Mist proves that darkness can rise and we should all be very afraid.
Live albums can be lazy but ‘Messe Noire’ is one hell of a show. ‘Messe Noire’ brings the perfect closure to ‘The Satanist’ era and whets appetites for its long awaited follow up.