Jerusalem is often a one chord mudbank of crumbled sludge, making just enough twists to keep us from nodding off, but really falling to the rear of the pack.
My Dying Bride is just as daft, fang-dripped, and miserable as ever, despite the slight/slate electronic flourishes and Aaron’s point-blank confessionals.
Pure delight for fans of progressive metal. Memory Garden are a Swedish phenom who mix their convolution with a detectable trace of doom via Memento Mori.