So many jaw-dropping riffs and solos are thown at you during the first half, the band takes an instrumental stretch break before the second half beatdown.
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.
Los Angeles’ Abysmal Dawn doesn’t quite display the fangs necessary to deliver on the bold claim of their third full-length title, but they’ve got the ability.
Think Cephalic Carnage is content to travel the well-worn grindcore path of blastbeats or one-dimensional wall of sound? You don’t know what you’re in for.
All of the morbid dirges one would expect from these doom heavyweights. But take a closer look and there are some interesting pieces of debris in the wreckage.
The phrase “NYC-based black metal” might conjure images in your mind of a hipster-heavy, irony-fueled disaster, but luckily for us, Black Anvil is for real.
Nothing sounds labored or painstakingly tweaked, just lively and aggressive. It’s an enviable trait, to sound like you just plugged in and went with it.