Columnus Metallicus: Heavy Metal For July Reviewed By Kez Whelan

Your regular guide to all things heavy returns, as Kez Whelan reviews a bumper crop of Summer metal, and hails the returns of Spectral Voice, Khanate, Godlfesh and more

Boris & Uniform, photo by Ebru Yildiz

This summer has been absolutely stacked for new metal records so far, but before we get into the host of returning legends below, letโ€™s just take a minute to appreciate the first <a href=โ€ https://darkdescentrecords.bandcamp.com/album/spectral-voice-undergang-splitโ€ target=โ€outโ€>new Spectral Voice material weโ€™ve heard from the band in several years. Their 2020 split 7โ€ with Anhedonist was great, but with the band sharing a full 12โ€ with Danish filth merchants Undergang here, this one feels a lot more substantial. Undergang offer up three tracks of evil, festering death that really demonstrate why theyโ€™re hailed as one of modern death metalโ€™s best, before Spectral Voice unleash one hefty fourteen minute monster that builds slowly and patiently to an absolutely crushing finale that sounds like reality itself melting.

I canโ€™t get enough of the new Jรธtnarr EP Rotten Fucking Planet either. The Colchester trio are often described as the missing link between black metal and crust punk (and ferocious cuts like โ€˜Retchingโ€™ are perfectly situated between His Hero Is Gone and Darkthrone), but thereโ€™s more to their sound than just that. A lot of the triumphant, full-bodied riffs on offer here reek of early Baroness or Mastodon, and the soaring classic rock leads on tracks like โ€˜Nuclear Hornetโ€™ add a psychedelic edge too.

<a href=โ€ https://innumerableforms.bandcamp.com/album/the-fall-downโ€ target=โ€outโ€> Innumerable Formsโ€™ new EP The Fall Down is also essential; boasting members of Iron Lung, Power Trip and Genocide Pact, the bandโ€™s atmospheric take on death/doom is powered by a punkier energy that really elevates it above and beyond. The two new cuts here are sounding even more chasmic and otherworldly than last yearโ€™s Philosophical Collapse album, but the biggest surprise is the cover of Flower Travellinโ€™ Bandโ€™s hallucinogenic proto-metal classic โ€˜Satori Part 3, which the band successfully manage to warp into a dank, Autopsy-esque death metal banger.

Esben And The Witchโ€™s new album Hold Sacred moves away from the lumbering post-metal sound theyโ€™ve been experimenting for the last few years and returns to the more ethereal vibe of their early work, albeit with the far more organic and natural production thatโ€™s defined their recent work. Thereโ€™s a subtly jazzy flavour to songs like โ€˜Silence, 1801โ€™, creating an intoxicatingly dark, late night atmosphere thatโ€™s hard to resist; it may not be as riffy as their last few, but it could well be their most consistent and aesthetically well-realised offering yet.

Meanwhile, FVNERALSโ€™ third album Let The Earth Be Silent goes in completely the opposite direction dispensing many of their gothic, dark wave influences in favour of a much heavier, bleaker approach thatโ€™s closer to full-on funeral doom. Itโ€™s a sound they wear well, and with the moodier atmosphere of their early work being bolstered by an absolutely crushing guitar tone and suffocating sense of dread, itโ€™s arguably their most visceral album to date.

Khanate โ€“ To Be Cruel
(Sacred Bones)

The surprise release of a new Khanate album has sent shockwaves throughout not only the extreme metal underground, but the world of experimental music at large โ€“ a testament to how singularly unique this bandโ€™s deconstructionist doom metal was, and how sorely theyโ€™ve been missed. In many ways, To Be Cruel picks up right where they left off, with that almost unbearable tension present from the very first note. The most immediate difference is just how vast this album sounds โ€“ Iโ€™m not knocking the sound of their other records at all as they hold up incredibly well, but the detail and texture here is insane. tQ overlord John Doran likened its โ€œdepth and spatialityโ€ to a Black Ark dub record in his <a href=โ€ https://thequietus.com/articles/32963-khanate-interviewโ€ target=โ€outโ€>recent interview with the band , and, whilst itโ€™s not a comparison I may have arrived at otherwise, I canโ€™t stop hearing it now heโ€™s pointed it out โ€“ the way those deep, throbbing bass frequencies completely envelop you, the way they slide up against those sprawling plains of spidery guitar chords and the way the reverb from those pounding drums seems to echo out infinitely through the ether. The bandโ€™s harrowing misery has never been captured with more sonic clarity, meaning thereโ€™s a case to be made for this being both the most beautiful and downright ugliest record theyโ€™ve ever made โ€“ for as sublimely gorgeous as this album sounds on a purely sonic basis, itโ€™s absolutely crippling on an emotional level.

The bandโ€™s use of negative space is still enthralling โ€“ listen in fear as Alan Dubin hauntingly taunts โ€œdonโ€™t look awayโ€ in the gaps of toe-curlingly uncomfortable near-silence in โ€˜It Wants To Flyโ€™ for proof. Dubin has always been one of my favourite extreme metal vocalists for the stark humanity he portrays โ€“ rather than attempting to sound like some wild, bestial demon or a deranged serial killer, he instead sounds like a reasonable, quiet man pushed to absolute breaking point, a performance thatโ€™s always implied a more disturbing violence than the B-movie gore favoured by a lot of metal. The fact that this unhinged temperament hasnโ€™t mellowed at all in the years since Khanateโ€™s then-swansong Clean Hands Go Foul is great for listeners, although somewhat concerning for the manโ€™s mental health.

Godflesh โ€“ Purge
(Avalanche)

After 2017โ€™s psychedelic, abstract Post Self found industrial metal pioneers Godflesh looking to the future, Purge instead looks back to the bandโ€™s past โ€“ itโ€™s probably no coincidence that thereโ€™s only a letterโ€™s difference between this and 1992โ€™s Pure, as both draw heavily from the robust boom-bap rhythms of hip-hop whilst creating a gloomy, riff-centric mood, especially on opener โ€˜Neroโ€™ or the aggressively repetitious sampling of โ€˜Army Of Nonโ€™. This is no mere throwback, however, as thereโ€™s a darkness to Purge that is entirely its own; thereโ€™s something suffocatingly seductive about this recordโ€™s atmosphere, with hypnotic cuts like โ€˜Lazarus Leperโ€™ and the absolutely seething โ€˜Land Lordโ€™ slowly coiling themselves around you like the snake on the album sleeve, closing in ever tighter until thereโ€™s no room to breathe.

The deliciously thick, weighty production adds to this effect, especially during the albumโ€™s murkier second side โ€“ the closing one-two punch of โ€˜Mythology Of Selfโ€™ and โ€˜You Are The Judge, The Jury And The Executionerโ€™ is one of the most physically flattening in the Godflesh oeuvre. There are definitely some more upbeat moments here (the jungle inspired โ€˜Permissionโ€™ goes unreasonably hard, recalling some of Us And Themโ€™s breakbeat experiments but with a much more old school Godflesh feel), but ultimately Purge feels like the missing link between the stark, crushing horror of the bandโ€™s earlier work and the bouncier, more groove-laden approach taken on records like Songs Of Love And Hate. Whichever way you slice it, itโ€™s another absolutely devastating slab of prime Godflesh, and is not to be missed if you have any interest in industrial metal whatsoever.

Boris & Uniform โ€“ Bright New Disease
(Sacred Bones)

With Japanese shapeshifters Boris having already released hardcore punk, ambient noise and punishing sludge records this side of the pandemic, it was anyoneโ€™s guess as to what form the band would take for this collaboration with US industrial punks Uniform โ€“ and, thrillingly, the answer appears to be โ€œall of themโ€. Whilst informatively titled opener โ€˜You Are The Beginningโ€™ is pretty much what youโ€™d expect from this pairing on paper, as harsh, grating industrial beats rub up against scorching psychedelic leads and Michael Berdanโ€™s blown out bark punctuates Takeshiโ€™s lysergic wail, but it doesnโ€™t take long for the album to fly off the deep end with some wild tonal shifts. โ€˜Weaponized Griefโ€™ plunges headfirst into spiky industrial noise and the thrashy, blastbeat addled โ€˜Noโ€™ feels like Full Of Hell covering G.I.S.M., but โ€˜The Sinners Of Hell (Jigoku)โ€™ is a genuinely unsettling slice of dark ambient, and โ€˜Narcotic Shadowโ€™ harks back to the glossy glam rock sound Boris toyed with on their 2009 Japanese Heavy Rock Hits EPs, albeit with more abrasive synth tones from Uniform. In many ways, Bright New Disease is sort of a mess โ€“ it covers a lot of ground in just half an hour, and a lot of it doesnโ€™t hang together particularly elegantly or cohesively โ€“ but itโ€™s a pretty glorious mess. Thereโ€™s never a dull moment here, and if you enjoyed the everything-and-the-fucking-kitchen-sink-too approach of last yearโ€™s Heavy Rocks but wished it was even more hectic and surreal, this is for you.

Church Of Misery โ€“ Born Under A Mad Sign
(Rise Above)

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Itโ€™s been a full seven years since we last heard from Tokyo doom legends Church Of Misery, and whilst their collaboration with Repulsionโ€™s Scott Carlson on And Then There Were Noneโ€ฆ sounded good in theory, the end result felt a little awkward and undercooked. This one, then, feels like a proper return to form, with original vocalist Kazuhiro Asaeda back in the saddle and the bandโ€™s squelchy, fuzzed out grooves sounding heftier than ever, wrapped in a thick, warm and bassy production. There are no real surprises here, but it hardly matters when itโ€™s delivered with such gusto; youโ€™ve got your bouncy, swaggering rockโ€™nโ€™rollers like โ€˜Freeway Madness Boogieโ€™ and the organ-drenched cover of Haystacks Balboaโ€™s โ€˜Spoilerโ€™, your churning, sludgy groovers like โ€˜Most Evilโ€™ (which have a hint of Buzzoven here, thanks to the smoky twang of those riffs and Asaedaโ€™s scratchier vocals) and your psychedelic, jammed out bluesy slow-burners like โ€˜Murder Castle Bluesโ€™, all held firmly in place by Tatsu Mikamiโ€™s thunderous undulating bass. Itโ€™s good to have them back.

Bongzilla โ€“ Dab City
(Heavy Psych Sounds)

Dispelling the notion that weed makes you lazy, these stoner metal titans are back with their second reunion full-length after 2021โ€™s Weedsconsin, not to mention splits with Tons and Boris in the interim. Dab City follows pretty closely in its predecessorโ€™s footsteps, with the same laid-back, practice room vibe and organic production, but is even more fuzzed out and languid, with the riffs in the hulking twelve minute title track eventually slowing into huge, hazy clouds of distortion, pushed forward by the pounding, surprisingly intricate percussion. โ€˜Cannonbongs (The Ballad Of Burnt Reynolds As Lamented By Gentleman Dixie Dave Collins)โ€™ does exactly what it says on tin as the Weedeater frontman (and ex-Bongzilla bassist) narrates a tale of burning beards as bong huffinโ€™ goes awry in his gruff, husky drawl as the band plough into some of the slowest riffing on the whole record โ€“ itโ€™s almost like a Tom Waits fronted Earth. Dab City isnโ€™t quite as impactful or cohesive as Weedsconsin was, but itโ€™s a great victory lap (albeit a wheezing, heavily coughing one).

Divide & Dissolve โ€“ Systemic
(Invada)

2021 also saw the release of anti-colonial drone/doom duo Divide & Dissolveโ€™s breakthrough third album Gas Lit, and theyโ€™re back too this month, not only sounding more haunting than before but also significantly more intense. โ€˜Simulacraโ€™ is a great case in point, beginning with sheets of violent guitar scree and brutal noise rock pummelling before lapsing in a hypnotic, mournful dirge. The bandโ€™s sound hasnโ€™t changed too much since the last record, but it definitely feels more refined here. Systemic seems to embody the idea that less is more; many of the more starkly effective pieces are built around just a single riff, pounded to oblivion as mournful sax drones swirl around it. This also extends to the albumโ€™s themes of systemic racism, which are largely tackled in a more abstract and expressionistic way with the band favouring non-verbal ways to express sorrow, anger and hope in tracks like the cathartic โ€˜Blood Quantumโ€™ โ€“ thereโ€™s an almost devotional vibe to the sombre โ€˜Indignationโ€™ too. As with Gas Lit, poet Minori Sanchiz-Fung makes a spoken word contribution on โ€˜Kingdom Of Fearโ€™, making lines like โ€œjoy remains wild โ€“ it has baffled the cage again โ€“ it has cut through the horror,โ€ hit even harder. For as bleak and harrowing as Systemic can be, thereโ€™s a strong sense of hope burning at its core, making it all the more compelling.

Thantifaxath – Hive Mind Narcosis
(Dark Descent)

This mysterious Canadian groupโ€™s debut Sacred White Noise still holds up as one of the most unique and inventive avant-garde black metal albums of the 2010s, and even after a nine year wait, this follow-up does not disappoint. Sonically, it feels like a continuation of its predecessor, mixing caustic, dissonant black metal with obtuse, proggy riffs that could have come straight from Larkโ€™s Tongues In Aspic era King Crimson, but whilst it may not have the same element of surprise that the debut did, it pushes the bandโ€™s formula into even more chaotic and unnerving places. The eleven minute โ€˜Surgical Utopian Loveโ€™ is astonishing, as nightmarish, labyrinthine tremolo picking collides with maximalist jazzy grooves, like Portal and Mahavishnu Orchestra falling into a black hole together.

At the same time though, thereโ€™s something very immediate about Hive Mind Narcosis โ€“ Iโ€™m not sure if Iโ€™d call it more accessible necessarily, but it definitely feels more memorable and almost hookier than a lot of other contemporary avant-garde black metal. Thereโ€™s a real visceral punch and liveliness to a lot of these riffs too, like that writhing monstrosity that closes opener โ€˜Solar Witchโ€™, for example, or the creeping sense of malice throughout โ€˜Burning Kingdom Of Nowโ€™, an absolute masterclass in tension that feels like being slowly boiled alive as the song continuously spirals out of control, leaving the listener uncomfortably rapt throughout.

Victory Over The Sun – Dance You Monster To My Soft Song!
(Self-released)

Itโ€™s shaping up to be a good year for weird, dissonant black metal; Vivian Tyliล„skaโ€™s solo project Victory Over The Sun has been exploring microtonality in extreme metal since 2017, but this fourth album is her most accomplished, cohesive and surreal yet to my ears. Itโ€™s much more dynamic too, with labyrinthine sixteen minute โ€˜Thorn Woos The Woundโ€™ demonstrating how beautiful this approach to black metal can be, before the claustrophobic industrial dirge of โ€˜Wheelโ€™ shows us how grotesque it can sound too. On the whole though, this album is generally less abrasive than 2021โ€™s punishing Nowherer, with songs like the horn addled โ€˜The Gold Of Having Nothingโ€™ fusing dreamlike prog with metallic chaos not unlike early Kayo Dot, and โ€˜Madeline Becoming Judyโ€™ unexpectedly exploding into shimmering, synth powered post-punk halfway through. Weโ€™re spoilt for choice when it comes to avant-garde black metal right now, but Dance You Monster To My Soft Song! still manages to stand out with its boundless imagination and adventurous song-writing.

Botanist โ€“ VIII: Selenotrope
(Prophecy)

Entering their fourteenth year as a band, San Francisoโ€™s Botanist have firmly put to rest any doubts about their hammered dulcimer powered spin on black metal being a gimmick, and theyโ€™re still sounding as fresh as ever on this eight full-length. In a sense, Selenotrope is perhaps less โ€˜out thereโ€™ than some of their previous recordings; aside from the unique sonic quality the dulcimer brings to their music of course, compositionally much of this record leans closer to modern atmospheric black metal than some of their more esoteric early records. Thereโ€™s a strong hint of Agalloch this time round, from the persistent sense of melancholy through to the earthy, natural sounding production, right down to the half whispered, half screeched vocals, especially on tracks like the wistful โ€˜Mirabilisโ€™. Thereโ€™s also a heightened post-rock influence on tracks like โ€˜Angelโ€™s Trumpetโ€™ too, with luscious vocal swells and pensive dulcimer riffs building up to dramatic, weepy crescendos โ€“ but whilst thereโ€™s no shortage of post-rock indebted, Agalloch worshipping black metal out there, Botanist still manage to sound completely like themselves here, largely due to the mournful, delicate touch the dulcimer brings, which renders even the albumโ€™s heaviest, most abrasive moments in a pastoral, meditative light. Selenotrope successfully straddles the line between contemporary post-black metal and the weird and wonderful world Botanist have spent the last decade creating for themselves, and as such makes it a great starting point for beginners.

Usnea – Bathed In Light
(Translation Loss)

This Portland quartet have been getting better and better with each record, and this, their fourth in a decade, finds them perfecting their crusty, sludgy brand of funeral doom. At 42 minutes, itโ€™s their most compact and focused album, eschewing the sprawl of a record like 2014โ€™s Random Cosmic Violence in favour of a tighter, more dynamic listening experience โ€“ after the opening title track pushes all the air out of your lungs with its dense, morose doom, โ€˜To The Completed Sageโ€™ unleashes a volley of ferocious blasts, blackened tremolo and nightmarish howls, sounding even more confrontational by comparison. Elsewhere, โ€˜To The Deathlessโ€™ adds a more melodic edge to their sound, with huge, aching guitar harmonies ringing out over desolate chords, whilst the epic scale and apocalyptic tumult of โ€˜Premeditatio Malorumโ€™ recalls Inter Arma at their heaviest. Great stuff!

Coffin Mulch – Spectral Intercession
(Memento Mori)

Iโ€™ve been waiting for a full-length from this Glaswegian death metal outfit ever since 2021โ€™s banging Septic Funeral EP, and theyโ€™ve absolutely nailed it with this debut album. Having all grown up in Scotlandโ€™s hardcore punk and experimental noise scenes (vocalist Al is the man behind At War With False Noise, a DIY label who any self-respecting reader of this column will already own a load of records from), Coffin Mulch bring a fresh perspective to old school death metal. This isnโ€™t to say their sound is at all experimental or avant-garde โ€“ itโ€™s firmly rooted in classic early โ€˜90s death metal, with the buzzsaw guitar tone and robust, pulverising drums on songs like โ€˜Into The Bloodโ€™ and โ€˜Fall Of Gaiaโ€™ reeking of Clandestine era Entombed โ€“ but itโ€™s performed with the righteous aggression of a punk band and has a distinct character all of its own. Alโ€™s vocals are scratchier and more expressive than your generic death grunt, and thereโ€™s an authentically sinister undercurrent throughout โ€“ just check out the immediately hellish soundscape that opens the title track. It helps that theyโ€™ve got riffs for days too, especially on crushing six minute closer โ€˜Eternal Enslavementโ€™.


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