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The Six Stacker: In Your Mind

It’s still cold and I’m crammed to the eyeballs in work. I swear when I get my ducks in a row, one duck takes a good long notice only to tell me to go to hell. These discs preserved my sanity when it wore thin, especially the first one…


MYRATH - Karma

earMusic (2024)

Even the most cynical power metalhead will have to concede these albums as watersheds in the genre: Keepers of the Seven Keys. Blind Guardian’s Nightfall in Middle-Earth. Hammerfall’s Legacy of Kings. Probably. Kamelot’s The Black Halo. Maybe. Tunisia’s Myrath make the case for Karma as another watershed in this oft-derided genre (mostly by me.) As opening castenets echo around opener To the Stars, their barnstorming ‘blazing desert metal’ would win over any crowd, any where as openers for pretty much anyone. Singer Zaher Zorgati is that perfect rough-hewn blend of a soaring Russell Allen (Symphony X) and stadium-commanding rasp of Jørn Lande (Jørn, ex-Masterplan, et. al.), gliding in as bombastic horns rattle the earth in second showstopper Into the Light. Speaking of, they even out Masterplan Masterplan in closer Carry On, replete with sadboi chorus and lightning-quick fretwork.

Yes, there’s a lot of Arabic/North African pop melody here, but god damn it you cannot tell me it doesn’t work. A New Jack swing infecting Candles Cry will latch on to your brain-stem in under a Mos Eisley minute. Likewise the track Disney wished they had on the Aladdin soundtrack, Let it Go. So much of it is 12-point Eurovision fodder but that’s the beauty of this entire record. Each track feels alive with new ideas and motifs, sounding foreign yet familiar, rousing yet grounded. If you haven’t heard this record, you should. Like, right now.


Blood Incantation - Absolute Elsewhere

Century Media (2024)

The much feted Denver, Coloradans ask the question “what if those hippie stoners your dad told you to steer clear from were also death metal” and answer it in mind-alteringly trippy fashion on Absolute Elsewhere. I know scribes have written hard-drives worth of “IT’S PINK FLOYD MIXED WITH DEATH METAL OMG” and they’re right. It’s also Rush, Camel, King Crimson, and a whole bunch of other obscure prog shit I don’t know about and will likely never ever come across, ever. Though compared to some of their psychedelic bretheren such as Sigh for example, it feels a bit safe. You don’t have to smear blood across your face and direct sonic weapons at your audience to get your point across, no. Though for all the writers in a lather about how cutting-edge and groundbreaking this feels, it just doesn’t. It’s great, contrasting and deftly played progressive rock and death metal. One guy sat it next to Sigh and Gorguts, saying it was “ a towering achievement which exceeds all expectations.” Yeah, maybe? It’s good. It’s really good. Best album of last year good. But I don’t think it’s Pet Sounds.


Forgotten Tomb - Nightfloating

Agonia Records (2024)

Let’s say Jonas Renkse in the late 90s visted his government-subsidsed Swedish throat doctor and he (HE???) said there was nothing wrong with his pipes and could growl from Monday until Fredagmsys and beyond. I think that version of Katatonia would resemble Forgotten Tomb. Hailing from Italy (really?) Forgotten Tomb play a forlorn, down-tuned death metal that seemingly died out after the release of Discouraged Ones. A Chill You Can’t Taint’s icy arpeggios recall ye olde Peaceville-era Katatonia, though those delirious wandering passages give way to to some rather extraverted face-melters. Though there’s only six tracks on here, they feel like a whole lot more; a depth and diversity most straight up death metal bands wouldn’t dare touch. (c.f Drifting, the weird synth funeral dirge that sounds like a My Dying Bride offcut) It’s a death metal crew displaying their love for shoegaze and post-punk underneath about fifteen overlapped Cannibal Corpse and Malevolent Creation patches. It’s an Sliding Doors-style experience, for sure.


Amiensus - Reclamation Parts I and II

M-Theory Audio (2024)

This, along with Myrath got a solid run in my Six Stacker of late. It also becomes apparent how the two intertwine with one another - the first disc being about life and death and the second a departure into an afterlife, or altered consciousness. Just a joy to listen to every time.

Progressive black metal (if that’s what we’re calling it) over these two ambitious discs is for want of a better word, beautiful. Yeah, it’s brutal as fuck at times but Reclamation Parts I and II (which should be taken as a whole) feels vibrant, resplendent, triumphant. Just like Wilderun or Disillusion before them, it’s a grand opus that takes in the wondrous spectrum of human emotion while retaining an overwhelming joy. It’s a joy evoked by the simple pleasure of listening to these sounds, as a haze between one’s internal world and the external settles in. A crowning achievement in the genre as it spans so many - folk, neo-classical, thrash, prog - because it will leave you in pure awe.


Kanonenfieber - Die Urkatastrophe

Century Media (2024)

Here’s a new one for ya pally: death metal all about the Kaiserreich’s faild campaign in the First World War… in German. On my first listen, I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about. It felt like Amon Amarth in German with bits of Bolt Thrower mixed in. Sturmtrupp sure feels like Versus the World and Nordic windmilling n’ cosplay to me, at least on casual listen. (Gegen die Welt?) Main man Noise captures the relentless churn of trench warfare in tracks such as Waffenbrüder, opening like still dawn over a bloodsoaked battlefield before the whistle blows to initiate mindless, industrial-strength slaughter in the pursuit of mere inches of territory. There is some pummeling thrash in highlight Gott mit der Kavallerie and blunt force hulka-riffage in a Char 2C sized Panzerhenker. Anthemic yet defeated in Ausblutungsschlacht, guitars crawling across barren landscapes and punctuated with speeches by Imperial Germans, it’s a feast for the ears and the imagination. The closest we’ll ever get to the Great War are grainy photos, gut-wrenching poetry, or perhaps the comfort of a respawn in Battlefield 1. Kanonenfieber take on a grim subject and capture it with fire and intensity few other bands dream to match.

The Six Stacker: Dirty and Ugly

In the Winter months, it can get really dirty and ugly - especially when there’s days you just don’t wanna get up and everybody sucks. To coin a phrase. It’s Winter and there’s not much fun to be had, especially when you’re stone motherless broke (I am right now, that could change in minute…) Here are some traxx I’ve been spinning:


The Last of Lucy - Godform

last of lucy

Transcending Obscurity (2024)

Weird name for a weird band. If they weren’t playing fret-melting tech death, what would they be playing? Twee indie rock? Something like that. What strikes me looking at the runtime of this disc is how short it is (a bit over 32 minutes) despite how many ideas one hears throughout. Empyreal Banisher clocks us over the head with lightspeed doublekick and riffs to match, lead breaks lifting off before crashing down, spiders emerging from the wreckage threatening to devour us limb from limb. This all happens within a taught three minutes seven seconds. Twin Flame is aptly titled as they chew off our ears and salve them with gentle clarinet solos (two of them!). Old school arsekicking (Sentinel Codex, Angelic Gateway) sits alongside new school dissonant, technical asskicking (Darkest Night of the Soul). Both work in brutal harmony by never belabouring the point. So much to love here.


Ollie Wride - The Pressure Point

New Retro Wave Records (2025)

The voice and face of the New Retro Wave is BACK! Ollie’s last record Thanks in Advance had a sexy, confident edge to it; The Pressure Point by contrast is lovelorn and weary. A Matter of Time is a bright, dare I say jaunty track that could’ve cut straight out of Buckaroo Banzai or a similar thoroughly entertaining, OTT, yet completely bonkers film. He struts through syncopated, Calypso-tinged (think Billy Ocean) contemporary (for the time) adult pop (a sax drenched The Way I See It), U2-style arena-filling homages to Radio Ga Ga, at least where that shuddering beat is concerned (Radio feat. The American English), and post-disco shuffle melding with New Jack Groove in electric dreams (Holy Drug).

Though all of the cuts are stellar thanks to meticulous production and knockout vocal performances, centrepiece Victoria is the business. It arrives on a wow and flutter of synth, Ollie’s breathy tones building tension as brisk bluesy licks accompany him, leading to an incredible release: an explosive chorus carried on the backs of a thousand pained voices: “First you tell me to go / then you tell me to stay / Your eyes are fixed on me / but you’re a million miles away” - simply irresistable. Like I’ve said so many times before, in the reniassance of 80s synthwave, Ollie Wride is IT!


Unto Others - Never, Neverland

Century Media (2024)

From my Best of 2024 review:

From the hard yet jangly chords of opener Butterfly, Gabe Franco’s baritone croon, rich with metaphor comparing a difficult lover to a butterfly (I could win your heart with a melody / I could comfort you with a sweet serenade (I made) / Or I could lash my tongue in a criticism, yeah / Or put you down and pray for the tears in your eyes / I want you to die) you can just feel that this is album is dark magic pressed into thin perspex. It shifts from goth to crossover Suicidal Tendencies thrash (Momma Likes the Door Closed) to ironic post-punk meets Steinman pop (Angel of the Night) with such self-assuredness it’s almost criminal. This all occurs over three consecutive tracks, by the way. What’s even more incredible is that some of these mouthwatering cuts clock in at 7” 45 lengths: a punchy Fame, a punky Flatline, or a satisfying morsel of Blue Oyster Cult worship Hoops. It all feels like Lt. Tuck Pendleton’s bittersweet lament in Innerspace: “When things are at their darkest pal, it’s a brave man who can kick back and party.” So Unto Others did. And we reaped the benefits.


Aborted - Vault of Horrors

Nuclear Blast Records (2024)

The Vault of Horrors is as close to a compliation or mixtape style album we’ll ever get in death metal. Each track features a who’s who in the gurgle-throatripper zoo and these Belgian goreanauts mould their necksnapping riffery to match. Archspire’s Oliver Rae Aleron joins on The Shape of Hate and it’s shotgun blasts of vocals and drums for four minutes straight. The one minute forty four fleshripper Insect Politics could slot in at a hardcore show, thanks to Jason Evans (ex-Ingested) throat stripper delivery plus semi-demi-breakdown in the dying seconds of the last act. Aborted is fun death metal. Put it on and mosh in your seat. Boom.


Opeth - The Last Will and Testament

Moderbolaget Records (2024)

Opeth IS BACK! Well, as far as their metallic roots are concerned. One minute twenty into §1 (yeah, I know) as their syncopated riffs crunch along, Mikael Akerfeldt growls for the first time in what feels ike 20 years (Was it 20 years? When did Watershed come out? 2008? Oh fuck) Of course, it’s metal with all the weird paisley and patchouli 70s prog weaved in; dizzy Camel-isms, Jethro Tull cribbed flute parts (§4), Emerson, Lake, and Palmer riff salad surgery, and a ton of other weird stuff only your hippie uncle has ever heard of. We’re never getting another My Arms, Your Hearse, but hey, they can (and have done) much more blander fare.


Sworn - A Journey Told Through Fire

Independent (2023)

Norway’s Sworn has its feet in two worlds: one planted in dark and mystic black metal imperium of Hel Vete yore; the other in the post-Enslaved, post-Ihsahn reimagining of black metal. How? Ohhh, Dan Swanö (ex-Edge of Sanity, Nightingale, Witherscape) produced this. Now it makes sense. Their blast-beaten Scandi-shred chops are uimpeachable, as is their Finnish sadboi tendency, an Insomnium-eqsue snowdrift acoustic break in Grand Eclipse sealing a frostbitten Northernmost deal. It’s melodic black metal through and through, though you’d be forgiven if half of Dissection and half of Omnium Gatherum showed up to the studio (under Swanö’s guidance), sprinkling in a little Emperor or Old Man’s Child for good measure. There are few - if any - pitch perfect hybrids of latter-day melodic death metal AND melodic black metal out there. It may have taken fifteen years of gruesome gestation, but the journey told through riff and lick (and fire) is well worth it.

The Six Stacker: Vale Starcadian

A piece of news that was met with profound sorrow was that of the death of synthwave artist Starcadian, aka George Smaragidis following a traffic accident riding his e-Bike. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Starcadian was a once in a generation talent. His music was built on one simple foundation: “I make ear movies.”

A visual artist by day and synth juggernaut by night (literally) he was a real synaesthete: the aural and visual blending with such ease and such force it tickled your brain in places you never thought existed. His music transcended the usual confines of the medium, his album covers resembling movie posters, each lyric concealing yet revealing another layer of his narrative.

Starcadian.

For 80s kids who grew up intentionally blurring the line between our reality and the fantasy realms of Star Wars, The Dark Crystal, or Saturday morning cartoons (his EP Saturdaze a testament to that) Starcadian was just a given. Once you heard his sincere yet epic tunes, that was it. There was no going back. If there was ever a musician to capture the feeling of venturing beyond the stars and coming back in time for supper, it was Starcadian.

His epic opener to 2017’s Midnight Signals, Interspace, tumbling arppegios taking flight over hard hip hop beats and robot vocals was emblematic of his limitless ambition, matched by his natural aptitude for songwriting. All his songs made me feel like being a kid again, waking up on a weekend morning holding nothing but promise and wonder. Few artists could do that. The world is poorer without him in it. Vale, friend. May you rest among the stars.


Sunburst - Manifesto

Inner Wound Recordings (2024)

Imagine Roy Khan (ex-Kamelot, Conception) joined Symphony X. That’s it. That’s the review.

This may be a jest, but it really is the collision of high gothic fantasy and high nerd fantasy metal we never asked for but glad exists. The funny thing is, despite being a Greek band they crib from two American acts pretending to be very European. Down to the neo-baroque, orchestral-led Thomas Youngblood/Michael Romeo-isms permeating tracks like Nocturne, getting back to basic wallop and chug prog pioneered by Queensryche all those years ago (also American!) heard on pared back tracks like Hollow Lies. If you like both bands you’ll love this without reserve; the relative freshness of most of this LP might convert a few recent power metal dropouts too.


Hamferð - Men Guðs hond er sterk

Metal Blade (2024)

Written in ode to a survivor of a doomed Faroese whaling crew, Men Guðs hond er sterk, or But God’s hand is strong, begins with the roiling waves crushing all who dare traverse it in Ábær, vocalist Jon Aldara (Iotunn, Barren Earth) spitting hate at thee in bloodcurdling screams and pallbearing cleans. It’s funeral doom for sure, though at times it’s sparse and bleak and minimalistic, like Primordial playing with a box and an acoustic after getting cleaned out by thieves. (c.f. Marrusorg.) Even the grizzled old man reciting the tale (in Faroese) on the five minute closer is gripping right ‘til the very end.


Arch Enemy - Burning Bridges

Century Media (1999)

1999. The year melodic death metal fractured into the mainstream; Dark Tranquillity’s Projector going goth and electro, In Flames Colony wringing the last drops of Gothenburg purity from the genre, and Darkane taking it to technical heights in Rusted Angel. Let’s not forget Soilwork’s landmark The Chainheart Machine, setting up the genre for synth drenched clean vocal crossover success. Then there’s Burning Bridges, the second effort from the Brothers Amott and one that evaded tape-trader radar… until Angela Gossow was installed after vocalist Johan Liiva’s departure. Of the lot, Burning Bridges melody in their melodic death metal is lead driven rather than riff driven, ala In Flames or Dark Tranquillity. Hair bobbling over frets in a Maiden-like yet crushing Dead Inside is the order of this disc, as is that Carcassy (I’m not sorry, Jeff Walker) death n’ roll tumbling over Seed of Hate. Can you imagine if they pulled out an OSDM slowie like the title track these days? Aficionados of At The Gates should’ve been all over this, only to walk away after releasing their punchy, MTV-flavoured turn in 2001’s Wages of Sin. That said, being underground darlings earns you cred, not cheddar.


King’s X - Faith Hope Love

Megaforce Records (1990)

The funk metal revolution pretty much started (and ended) with King’s X, with the early-90s prog metal sound owing much to this platter and the previous Gretchen Goes to Nebraska. Big bright riffs and slap bass rule It’s Love, while that quasi-psychedelic ethereal sound (think dudes in grainy black and white yet wearing coloured glasses) permeates Six Broken Soldiers and the nine-minute Faith Hope Love, passing a green-smoky baton to Dream Theater, Threshold, and Devin Townsend, taking it to its apotheosis on 2001’s Terria. Dug Pinnick’s soulful gospel-chorus voice anchors everything, wailing like a preacher in We Were Born to be Loved which highlights just how special the combination of these three musos (Dug, Ty Tabor, and Jerry Gaskill) really was. Is? Was.


My Dying Bride - Songs of Darkness, Words of Light

Peaceville (2004)

If Peter Steel and Type O Negative fucked in the dark, My Dying Bride just tortured lovers and cried about it after. Songs of Darkness, Words of Light delivers pain and suffering in just the right amounts, with haunting textures lain over their despair via keyboardist Sarah Stanton. It’s Hamish Glencross and Andrew Craighan crunching out woe as Aaron Stainthorpe’s baritone lies there bleeding - though there were a few risky spanners thrown into their cogs of hopelessness. My Wine in Silence (sounds like a mummy blogger’s dream), plucked big bassy guitar echoing as Stainthorpe murmurs that he’s so alone is akin to what Katatonia was doing at the time; minimalistic and introverted yet straightforward enough you could almost, almost, release it as a single. That tightly woven simplicity leaked into 2006’s rockier A Line of Deathless Kings, although Songs defiantly plants one decayed foot in their purist Peaceville grave. (Past? I don’t fucking know)


Gaerea - Coma

Season of Mist (2024)

Pipped at the post by some very, very good albums in my Top Ten last year, Coma sloughs off black metal archetypes and stereotypes by the burning church-full (what?). Yes there’s ascending tremolos and blast beats (The Poet’s Ballet, World Ablaze) but I’d be remiss if I was to reduce these tracks to a single dimension. World Ablaze veers into piss-soaked Turbonegro territory in a middle-8, while songs like Hope Shatters unleash a cavalcade of high European monarchic orchestral glory, worthy of the courts of Barons and Princes. Grooves and whispers dominate Wilted Flower and leaves one going, how does one band pull this off so well? They go from bloated Dimmu Borgir pomp to Agalloch-ian introversion in the blink of a drowning eye. It’s phenomenal stuff. Repeated listens mesmerises one even further.