To produce a work this mature this early portends of good things for the Globes. While Future Self isn’t great or even very good, it certainly has merit.
Samael settles into its trademark midtempo mood and plays things a little too safe at times, but the highlights leave more of an impression than the dips.
These Portland guys are in the sludgy, fuzzy metal camp. The band’s two vocalists will take you back to the golden Oliveri years of Queens of the Stone Age.
18 new songs to fingerfuck your eardrums, from harmonized rampage to doo-wop teenage thrills. Only Blag is getting a handjob under the counter at the malt shop.
Holy crap, that’s a lotta flute. You’ve gotta know at what point to rein it in, and Toronto’s Bloody Ceremony barrels right past that point on its second album.