Spectral Voice
Barely a month into 2024, and Iโm already overwhelmed by the amount of fresh new riffs jostling for entry into my ear canals. Whilst fellow tQ scribe <a href=โ https://thequietus.com/articles/33742-peace-talks-perp-walk-born-in-a-headlockโ target=โoutโ>Noel Gardner recently bemoaned the lack of punk bands releasing music in January, metal, it seems, never sleeps; and apparently neither does Chinese black metal solo project แฝฯฮปฮฏฯฮทฯ (or Hoplites, if youโre not versed in the Greek alphabet). Not content with releasing three half-hour albums last year, heโs kicked off 2024 with this almost hour-long behemoth, easily his weirdest, wildest and most imaginative yet. Building on the blackened mathcore vibe of his last three (imagine Serpent Column with more panic chords and mosh riffs), ฮ ฮฑฯฮฑฮผฮฑฮนฮฝฮฟฮผฮญฮฝฮท is not only more chaotic and abrasive, but also adds some extremely prominent saxophone, oddly rhythmic spoken word sections and ritualistic grooves. It feels like itโs teetering on the edge of collapse the whole time, and in some ways is kind of a mess, but a very exhilarating mess nonetheless.
If youโre into that, donโt miss US quintet <a href=โ https://infantisland.bandcamp.com/album/obsidian-wreathโ target=โoutโ> Infant Islandโs latest album Obsidian Wreath either. Whilst their previous records fell under the blackened screamo umbrella, theyโve significantly increased the black metal influence this time around, resulting in their most abrasive and metallic opus so far. Truthfully, some of the more post-rock indebted sections (like the weepy climax of โVeilโ) can be a bit too saccharine for my taste, but when theyโre on point, theyโre sound fucking intense, with tracks like โFulfilledโ and โClawing, Stillโ, fusing the visceral intensity of Orchid with the pensive atmosphere of Wolves In The Throne Room.
Speaking of atmospheric black metal, perennially underrated Portland duo <a href=โ https://obsidiantongue.bandcamp.com/album/the-stone-heart-epโ target=โoutโ>Obsidian Tongue have just released their first new material in four years, in the form of the three-track The Stone Heart EP. Despite the tantalisingly short length, it feels like a great companion piece to 2020โs Volume III, furthering the pairโs mournful yet powerful Agalloch-esque sound. With guitarist/vocalist Brendan Hayter also taking care of bass duties here, itโs some of the most sonically robust stuff theyโve ever released too, boding well for their next full-length.
The Infernal Seaโs latest Hellfenlic is also worth a punt, a loose concept album based around self-proclaimed witchfinder general Matthew Hopkins. As opposed to the usual schlocky, Hammer Horror-esque approach metal usually tackles this subject with, the UK black metallers delve a bit deeper here with a much bleaker tone, perhaps more fitting of a man who wrought untold brutality upon women under the misguided belief he was doing Godโs bidding. Sure, thereโs a boisterous, classic metal bravado behind songs like โWitchfinderโ or โBlack Witcheryโ (the latter complete with dive-bomb solos and gang vocals in the chorus) but the sickly Hellhammer style riffs of โLord Abhorrentโ paint a much more menacing picture of the man. Sombre closer โMessenger Of Godโ is the biggest surprise however, with its achingly melancholy violin hewing closer to Dawn Rayโdโs more introspective moments than The Infernal Seaโs usual caustic blasting โ itโs a sound they wear well though, and proves the band arenโt just a one-trick pony.
Spectral Voice โ Sparagmos
(Dark Descent)
After teasing a comeback with last yearโs split release with Undergang, modern death/doom legends Spectral Voice have finally ended the seven year wait for a proper follow-up to their 2017 debut Eroded Corridors Of Unbeing, and itโs an absolute monster. Given that three of the bandโs members also play in the increasingly hyped Blood Incantation, itโs hardly surprising theyโve been busy โ but funnily enough, itโs drummer/vocalist Eli Wendler, the bandโs only non-BI member, that makes the biggest impression here, with his unhinged vocals adopting an even more deranged, demonic quality this time round, and his humongous fills on songs like the creepy opener โBe Cadaverโ sounding like the galloping of cloven hooves echoing throughout the deepest bowels of hell.
Comprised of four lengthy, supremely satisfying compositions, Sparagmos (named after Dionysian dismemberment techniques, if you were wondering) is even more haunting and otherworldly than itโs more combative predecessor. Thereโs still a primal aggression at play here (check out the ravenous โSinew Censerโ) on the whole this album is a lot more atmospheric, with the aforementioned โBe Cadaverโ culminating with grandiose, Asunder-esque clean vocals and gigantic swathes of melancholic distortion. โRed Feasts Condensed Into Oneโ, meanwhile, eventually disrupts its cavernous blasting by reducing the bandโs rolling darkness to sparse, violent stabs, letting the uncomfortably quiet spaces between overwhelm the listener instead. In many ways, Sparagmos is reminiscent of Swallowedโs boundary-pushing (and somehow now decade-old) masterpiece Lunarterial in that it reveals genuinely sinister new avenues of expression within the well-worn genre of death/doom metal, and is easily 2024โs first essential metal record.
The Obsessed โ Gilded Sorrow
(Ripple Music)
Itโs been seven years since we last heard from Scott โWinoโ Weinrichโs legendary doom troupe The Obsessed, too, with this new record coming across as a much darker, moodier counterpart to 2017โs boisterous, hard rockinโ Sacred. Whilst there are still some more upbeat moments here (like lead single โItโs Not OKโ or the old-school swagger of โJailineโ), as the name implies Gilded Sorrow has a much more pronounced streak of melancholy running through it, with songs like the title track and โWellspring-Dark Sunshineโ adopting a gloomier, more contemplative atmosphere. โStoned Back To The Bomb Ageโ, on the other hand, is a bona fide doom banger, with Wino literally cackling with glee atop its lumbering low-slung grooves.
The addition of Jason Taylor on rhythm guitar gives Gilded Sorrow a full, thunderous sound too, bulking up the bandโs churning sludge and giving Wino more room for dazzling leads, of which there are plenty. As is traditional for Obsessed albums at this point, Wino looks back to his roots with a re-recording of an old classic, this time the ominous chugger โYen Sleepโ. It may not have the same energy as the original, but thereโs a world-weariness to it which adds even more weight to its leaden grooves. Gilded Sorrow isnโt the most original album youโll hear this year, but itโs a solid showing from one of metalโs most resilient lifers.
The Body & Dis Fig โ Orchards Of A Futile Heaven
(Thrill Jockey)
After teaming up with The Bug for 2020โs sparse, ethereal In Blue, Berlin-based post-industrial producer Dis Fig has joined forces with known collab enthusiasts The Body for an even more potent full-length, striking an uncomfortably effective balance between the moody ambience of her 2019 debut and the fiery, abrasive electronics of The Bodyโs recent collaboration with OAA. As abstract as it is though, there are genuine hooks here, with Dis Fig delivering some of her strongest, most impassioned vocal work yet, whether sheโs wailing inside huge trenches of low-end on โTo Walk A Higher Pathโ or wrapping her ghostly drawl around Chip Kingโs unhinged shriek on โEternal Hoursโ or the eerie title-track itself, which would have felt right at home on Portisheadโs doom-laden Third.
The Body largely hold off on their bludgeoning sludge, with the chilling use of negative space making it sound even more catastrophic when Chipโs thunderous guitar does come crashing in on the oddly anthemic โHoly Lanceโ. Both acts complement each other perfectly here, making this record feel like more than sum of its parts. Much like The Bodyโs recent record with Big Brave, itโs amazing how fully realised Orchards Of A Futile Heaven is โ though they might be on opposite ends of the spectrum sonically, itโs clear a lot of work has gone into sequencing each so they flow as satisfying albums, and having the eviscerating nine-minute techno nightmare of โCoils Of Kaaโ lead into the emotional gut-punch of โBack To The Waterโ, as Dis Fig howls โI miss youโ like Bjรถrk having a panic attack, ends this one on a particularly powerful note.
Knoll โ As Spoken
(Self-release)
Sounding like Full Of Hell and Portal having a fist-fight at a free jazz concert, this young Tennessee quintet have made quite a name for themselves post-lockdown, with two full-lengths full of chaotic, dissonant and extremely noisy grind to their names so far. This third opus is arguably their most well-realised yet, finding them stepping out of the shadows of their heroes and really embracing their own distinctive sound. The band themselves have dubbed it โfuneral grindโ, which makes sense given that, despite the frantic speed, this stuff doesnโt really grind in the same way that, say, Napalm Death does, with the sinister riffs hanging in the air like ominous black clouds above blastbeats that are more hypnotising than bludgeoning. Songs like the suffocating โOfferingโ have an unnervingly still quality to them, whilst โWept Fountainโ abruptly breaks from caustic blasting to a sombre, punishing dirge. Thereโs even a strangely shoegaze quality to โMerewardโ as huge waves of warping guitar collide against each other over stomping, lysergic beats.
Guitarist Ryan Cookโs blasts of skronky trumpet add a lot of character to the bandโs sound too. Itโs used relatively sparingly but sounds downright apocalyptic when it blares into earshot, ringing out with an otherworldly authority on โRevile Of Lightโ, shining through the bandโs writhing black dirge like beams of sunlight, or sounding like a demented fanfare on the savage but weirdly triumphant โFettered Oathโ. As Spoken feels like a big step up for Knoll, and is one of the most nightmarishly unique fusions of grindcore and dissonant black metal Iโve heard in a while.
Panopticon โ The Rime Of Memory
(Bindrune)
Austin Lunn, the man behind solo black metal outfit Panopticon, released this ninth full-length literally the day after I submitted my end of year round-up for the Quietus, and whilst I canโt help but appreciate the thorough disregard for music press at large, if heโd have dropped it ever so slightly earlier it would have been a shoe-in for my top five. The Rime Of Memory is arguably his most personal and atmospheric release since 2015โs Autumn Eternal, and perhaps his most mature and well-seasoned opus yet. Turning his lyrical focus towards the perils of ageing and eventual acceptance of death, thereโs a profound weight and sombre sense of finality underpinning this album from beginning to end.
After a lengthy, gorgeous folk intro, the 20 minute โWinterโs Ghostโ eventually erupts in a flurry of blastbeats and ice-cold tremolo picking before winding down into desolate doomscapes more akin to Lunnโs work with Seidr. Panopticonโs fiery bluster hasnโt exactly cooled off here (see the ferocious โCedar Skeletonsโ, which builds to perhaps the albumโs most affecting climax as triumphant violin riffs soar across Lunnโs frankly ludicrously fast drumming), but The Rime Of Memory is generally more contemplative and meditative, with the rousing Maiden-meets-Agalloch guitar harmonies of โEnduring The Snow Droughtโ or ghostly clean vocals that open closing epic โThe Blue Against The Whiteโ really driving home the melancholy feel of the albumโs theme. It all sounds huge too, aided by a more organic, earthy production than 2021โs somewhat cleaner sounding โฆAnd Again Into The Light, and the 75 minute running time seems to fly past. Hopefully this wonโt be the final Panopticon album, but if it is, itโs an extremely high note to end on.
Krallice โ Mass Cathexis 2 โ The Kinetic Infinite
(self-released)
December was a good month for surprise black metal releases, with experimental New York legends Krallice unexpectedly releasing a direct sequel to 2020โs Mass Cathexis, to my ears the best of the groupโs recent flurry of output. The first half really does feel like an immediate continuation of the original, with the mysterious, wistful atmosphere of opener โEmpyreanโ seemingly picking up exactly where โAll And Nothingโ left off. Once again, Neurosis bassist Dave Edwardson lends his distinctively brutish roar here, injecting a serious dose of aggression into fiddly, technical riff-fests like โLiquid-Remembered Vesselsโ.
For the B-side however (and where the titular โฆ Kinetic Infinite comes into play), the band switch instruments and delve into more abstract, synth powered territory, similar to their last album Porous Resonance Abyss but with a less overtly spacy, hypnotic flavour. It also strongly recalls the glossy, crystalline hyper-prog of Interstellar Overtrove, the album Colin Marstonโs other band Beholdโฆ The Arctopus released towards the end of last year, albeit with a much riffier focus. Whilst this release may not feel as well-rounded and cohesive as the original Mass Cathexis (in many ways it feels like a pair of EPs stuck together rather than a fully-fledged album), it does a great job of harnessing its exploratory nature to push the already amorphous Krallice sound into ever more bizarre places.
Vemod โ The Deepening
(Prophecy)
Whilst this Norwegian trioโs 2012 debut Venter Pรฅ Stormene is hailed as a modern day classic in some circles, Iโve often thought it was a pretty lopsided listen, with the windswept majesty of its first two tracks crumbling slightly once the obligatory middling ambient track and demo-quality sounding outro wrapped things up โ not that these tracks were bad, mind you, but it didnโt really sit well with me as a complete album experience. It may have taken twelve years for a follow-up, but The Deepening feels like the classic album they had in them all along; itโs structured in a much more satisfying way, with the bandโs evocative ambience and chilling, stargazing black metal fused together seamlessly.
The production is much fuller and richer sounding too, and whilst this sort of atmospheric black metal can often benefit from a more lo fi approach, itโs really nice to be able to hear a lot of the little details in these songs (like the haunting, reverb smothered clean vocals that punctuate โDer Guder Dรธrโ or the smooth, almost dubby bassline running through โInn I Lysende Nattโ) so clearly. In stark contrast to the debutโs sequencing, The Deepening has a really hypnotic flow to it, with the glistening, early Ulver-esque closer feeling like a fitting finale and rounding the record off nicely.
Yxxan โ Misanthropic Impulse
(Nuclear War Now!)
Swedish one-woman solo project Yxxanโs 2020 demo Satanic Fortification Overbalance was a breath of fresh air within the insular sub-genre of war metal, bringing all the feral aggression youโd expect from the style but mixing things up with surprisingly dynamic, memorable song-writing and enough D-beats to get mohawks flailing alongside the bullet belts. This debut full-length isnโt quite as seethingly intense, but it still smokes most of her peers. The likes of โIn The Crossfire Of Annihilationโ and โIntellectual Standstillโ come out of the gate swinging with a barrage of brute force hammer blasts, vocals that sound like a wild animal in pain and gloriously primitive riffs, but that punky energy is never far away and prevents the whole thing from falling into the monotonous trap of wall-to-wall blasts that a lot of bands of this ilk slip into โ โPรฅtvingade Aborter Till Katolska Prรคsterโ, for example, sits snugly in the sweet spot between Anti Cimex and Blasphemy.
Outside of blast-heavy tracks like the punishing โBaptized & Deludedโ, thereโs a surprising amount of variation here too, with โHeadless Server Harvesterโ augmenting its rabid bludgeoning with authentically filthy doom riffs, and โTill Anfall Att Fรถrneka Korsetโ slowing things down just enough to allow some charmingly knuckle-headed grooves to shine through. I feel like war metal fiends will already be all over this, but even if the genre usually leaves you cold, thereโs enough vitriol and imagination here to warrant giving it a spin regardless.
Dipygus โ Dipygus
(Memento Mori/Crypt Of The Wizard)
Last but by no means least, US quintet Dipygus are back with their third full-length of unhinged, cryptid obsessed prehistoric death metal. Itโs tempting to describe this band as Impetigo playing at Autopsy tempos and call it a day, but thatโs not the whole story โ thereโs a genuinely bizarre quality to this bandโs sound that sets them apart from the legions of old school death metal revival acts currently doing the rounds. Iโd be hard-pushed to call something this gristly, greasy and gory as being โproggyโ, but thereโs a real sense of other-ness to wonky compositions like โAquaGenesisโ, as its evocatively fiddly intro collapses into primordial deathly ooze, or the curiously structured โะะณัะพะผะฝัะน ะะฐะปัะผะฐั (Ross Sea Trawler)โ, which flits between rancid death metal carnage, surprisingly melodic leads and unexpected blasts of hissing, decrepit noise.
It’s the eleven-minute โSacral Brainโ that really takes the cake though, a sprawling cut that sometimes sounds like old Paradise Lost with a severe head injury, augmenting lurching Sabbathian riffs with queasy cannibal movie keys. Itโs proof the bandโs idiosyncratic style of song-writing works just as well when applied to lengthy, doomy epics as it does mischievous sub-two minute rippers like โThe Ochopee Skunk Apeโ. If youโre looking for death metal thatโs as visceral as it is cerebral, these sickos have you covered.
