Metal is alive and well and living in Europe. Americans futz with knuckledragging nü metal and ’til-you-grow-outta-it hardcore, European metal pushes forward.
Split (kinda) into power metal on disc one and extreme on disc two, tracked alphabetically per disc, there’s so much to open yer eyes, if yer at all into metal.
I interview rock guys two, three times a week. I use voice recognition software to transcribe these interviews. It doesn’t always come out as planned though.
A pretty conventional Hypocrisy album featuring huge, stressful guitar sounds, trebly snare and cymbals, and vocals pickled in a sea of electric currents.
A greatest hits record, only more along the lines of “Say, Peter, give us what you’ve got, regardless of style, and we’ll call it the last Hypocrisy record.”
The death roots intact, but exploring Pink Floydian tangents. Surprising are the fist bang anthems, twisted beyond pop only by Peter Tastgren’s gnarled growl.