Suffering so you don't have to!
Metalcatto
Today, I feel like trying something different. I’m going to expand on our latest IG post and see if that does any good. As a reviewer, you get to hear many hidden jewels that nobody cares about. Maybe because the algorithm isn’t pushing them down your throat on every reel or short. But I’m here to try to do some justice in this indifferent world.
Metalcatto
Let’s face it: in our current social and political climate, satire has lost its purpose. Reality is just funnier than anything else. Double Mute has done two things: brought us one of the strangest concepts for a band and shown one of the most heinous cover arts in MER history. Anyway, if Corporate Culture CEO Edition delivers what it promises, I might once and for all punch that intern who keeps messing up the printer at work.
Metalcatto
When the band is named Hebephrenique and the album is titled Decathexis, you know they aren’t here to play My Little Pony. If anything, you should expect something that would ruin your breakfast harder than massive layoffs at your workplace. It’s been a while since we reviewed some sick Black/Death Metal around here. 2025 will be hard to top in that department, but that doesn’t mean we should disregard the underground so quickly.
Metalcatto
Time flies when you’re mourning. It feels like yesterday when Pappa Catto left for Valhalla. This past year, there were albums I would turn to when the emotional mess hit me hardest. You know what I’m talking about: the deep ache of loss and the nagging sense of existential meaninglessness, paired with the paradoxical need for brutal riffs to power through the day. Here are some of those albums that helped me navigate the pain. Maybe they can help you, too.
Metalcatto
It’s time to reward the albums that made us scratch our heads and wonder: what the heck just hit me? Is this even metal? And should I be having an identity crisis because this album makes me feel stuff I didn’t even know I could feel? Anyway, you don’t have the answers to these questions either, so why keep bothering you? Here are my favourite avant-garde albums of 2025.
Metalcatto
Time to recognize those albums crawling out of the sewers of the underground. The ones that struggle to even get 30 seconds of your attention, but promise a deep reward if you stick around. So here they are, in no particular order, the revelations of 2025.
Metalcatto
You know how this starts, so let’s get to it.
Metalcatto
This top is meant to recognize the work of those bands that don’t have a specific niche to attack—the kind of artists that make you say “what the heck was even that?” or “I didn’t know I could feel this.” It’s a journey through albums that are each more mixed and harder to pin down than the last, but that’s the whole point, right? To be disturbed beyond repair. Or, if you prefer, you can also call this the top albums I couldn’t fit anywhere else.
Milo Lane
(according to vibes, weather, and emotional damage)
2025 seemed so forked (Catto still won’t let me swear, so The Good Place rules apply) that it felt like it would never end — and honestly, it still kind of does. I’m not entirely convinced it isn’t yet time for the apocalypse. If this list abruptly ends, please assume society collapsed or my attention span finally did. On a lighter note, there’s no better time to count your blessings than cold, cold December — the month of numb fingers, hot headphones, and staring out windows in contemplation. Hopefully this list leaves you more blessed than before you found it.
Metalcatto
Your toilet break is short, so let’s go!
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