Third album. Denmark’s Hatesphere crank out signature Scando-thrash with an emphasis toward faster, more claustrophobic and intimate American hardcore moshing.
This five-piece out of Kentucky are solid musicians playing well-written, honest songs about disillusionment, despair, and outsider pride. Heavy stuff!
A smoky, claustrophobic, humid form of warm death metal modernized and tenderized by grind. A much better record than the murky and befuddled To Serve Man.
Lunging with ferocity and desperation, Mustaine, Marty Friedman, and Nick Menza, layed to waste the aural battlefield with beautifully choreographed carnage.
Sounding slicker than ever, the songs were paired down to simpler arrangements, but Countdown to Extinction tread the line between accessibility and integrity.
Italy’s princesses of ballerina metal return, offering 72 minutes of symphonic priss rock (A 60 piece orchestra was used, and often) about dragons and castles.
Tired of kids ignoring their political diatribes while beating each other up, the band retreated to the studio. The result was The Shape of Punk to Come.