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What started as a cheap PR tactic has become a beloved part of this forgotten corner of the internet (MER). Here, you—the people—send us your work, and we give you a platform so you can brag to your friends and family that you’re now a musician someone writes about. As usual, we’ll give you a bit of praise and a bit of critique. Things we liked and things that… could improve (I sound like your boss now, right?). Time to start!
Hi there! Today, we’ve got in our hands an album that can only be described as strange. I’m talking about Mynskh’s Chapter II – The Last Messiah. It’s supposed to be a Black/Death Metal journey, but honestly, it feels more like a Prog and Post adventure that pulls elements from a ton of other influences. You’ve probably noticed that I’m throwing a lot of sub-genre terms into the mix, so you might be wondering what the heck I’m talking about, because it’s making things less clear. Well, that’s kind of what we’re getting into here—an uncertain adventure, most likely with a tragic end. Let’s dance!
Welcome to Retro-Reviews, a space where I indulge in my own nostalgic reveries, reminiscing about a time that never truly existed, but one that I’ve crafted through various random albums that hold significance for me. Whether good or bad, one thing is certain: remembering can be a bittersweet journey.
In the name of all that is unholy! We’ve got a huge release for today! Without a doubt, it’s the most consistent of all the original bands from the MeloDeath Gothenburg scene. Dark Tranquillity has a long career full of twists and turns. Albums that I love (The Gallery, Damage Done, Fiction) and albums I don’t think about (Projector, We Are the Void). Its latest album was…different. Hence, I have mixed expectations for Endtime Signals. Whatever happens, just remember it’s one of the coolest bands you can ever see live! Don’t hate me!
I was there when Ingurgitating Oblivion released Vision Wallows in Symphonies of Light. It was album-of-the-year material in what was probably the best year Metal has had in my lifetime. This won’t be a typical review. You see, Ontological Nought isn’t music you listen to for dealing with emotional issues. This is art, and to fully embrace it, I’m pulling out every weapon in my snobbish arsenal. So I hope you’re ready for the most pretentious review since we covered Ulcerate or Aquilus. On y va!
Maybe we’ll do this more often—giving acts from the deep underground a full platform, as long as they send stuff in advance. Bragging Rights (the name cracks me up) is a project that, by looking at its cover art, you’d think was satirical. I wasn’t quite sure if this meant the album was going to be deeply serious or just troll me harder than this. Either way, I came in with a better disposition than usual because I was on vacation and felt like humanity deserved a chance again (I can’t wait for them to let me down…). Alright, let’s see what Small Gods puts on the table.
I’m usually honest with you, unless there’s some kind of profit behind lying to you. Otherwise, I always share my expectations. So, when I received the promo for Monument of Misanthropy‘s Vile Postmortem Irrumatio, I felt doubtful. Why? Because a Brutal Death Metal band singing about serial killers, psychological deviance, and grotesque violence is probably why the sub-genre was invented. However, I was puzzled by the fact that the band had cared to build a narrative in this album and that Transcending supported it, as they don’t support trash. So, let’s see if I was wrong!
This is going to be a good one! We’ve got bands that scream in French, Spanish, a bit of German, and of course, our favorite colonial language, English (luckily, cats are mysterious creatures that speak in tongues). We’re going full international, but despite some quirks, we’re sticking to hostile/doomy themes. Fasten your seatbelts, because even if you hate everything we’re throwing at you now, it won’t leave you unfazed. Let’s go!
I‘m happy to announce that Elyna Khan is going to deal with a lot of the Power Metal we’ve got here (since I can’t stand it and bands deserve a fair chance). Good luck!
Hello. How are you? I hope you are all OK. Remember my controversial love story with Virtual XI? Well, today I want to share another love story that just emerged in my life. It was love at first sight—or at first listen, to be precise. A few days ago, I came across an album by a band I had never heard of. Ok, yes, this may seem like heresy to a Melodic/Yymphonic Power Metal lover, but it’s never too late to redeem yourself! So, without further ado, let’s talk about Powerwolf and its album Wake Up The Wicked.
Welcome to Retro-Reviews, a space where I indulge in my own nostalgic reveries, reminiscing about a time that never truly existed, but one that I’ve crafted through various random albums that hold significance for me. Whether good or bad, one thing is certain: remembering can be a bittersweet journey.
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