Darkest Hate Warfront
– The Aftermath
Violent, blasting, and thrashy black metal from the Amazon. Who knew the Yanomamö were so necro? This is a good follow-up to SAK, better in fact, and delivers a healthy dose of unrestrained, screaming ferocity in the vein of Marduk, Gorgoroth, etc. Now don’t get it into your thick head that this is anything like Panzer Division because it’s far
more raw, revealing, and riffy, even bordering on crusty at times. If the speedier, angrier side of black metal is your preference, this is worth checking out. Pretty savage vocals, too.
Paganized
Vreid – I Krig
fan should be aware of. While I’m not sure I like it more than Pitch Black Brigade, Vreid mix it up a bit more this time around, particularly with the pummeling Vaepna Lengsil. On that note, they’re starting to remind me a bit of Tulus, which is generally a good thing. There’s really not much else to say. If you like simple, no-nonsense, mid-tempo black metal, this pretty much fucking rocks.
– Manifest
Demiurg – Breath
of the Demiurg
How many bands will Dan Swanö be in before he kicks? The good part about Danny being involved is that you can expect the production to be good, if not great most of the time. Unlike, say, Bloodbath, Demiurg weave a more old school vibe through the music. And unlike, say, Evocation, Demiurg doesn’t completely suck shit-collared cock. But unlike, say, Comecon, Demiurg didn’t employ the services of Martin van Drunen, which is a shame because Rogge sounds like Åkerfeldt with a cold. The guitar certainly bears remnants of the classic Swedish style but there’s no direct and shameless Entombed or early Grave buttgobbling here, just solid death metal with a Scando twist.
to Society
Cycles
of the Tyrant
years and I’ve not been a fan of one of them. Sure, guitar work, uh huh, Angela sucks unless she is topless
too.
Devil Driver – The Last Kind Words
Disfear – Live The Storm
death n’ roll brainchild rules. It’s not as crusty as Misanthropic Generation but the production is crystal clear, the vocals are way sicker, and every song is headbangingly catchy. We’ve got sing-along choruses, twangy solos, bludgeoning Uffe Cederland groove riffs, skull-splitting drums, furious vocals, and, well basically the soundtrack to a good, drunken street brawl. Come December, this will surely go down as one of the best metal albums of 2008. I wish I lived in