SpiritWorld — Helldorado
80/100: Stu Folsom's "death western", dusty thrash and dried blood.
80/100: Stu Folsom's "death western", dusty thrash and dried blood.
Two reviews, zero real objections and a 8.5/10: Maine's bruised love letter to melodic hardcore.
80/100: the Americans' technical, brutal death metal impresses with its density.
British post-hardcore is reborn under a nervy pen: 81/100 for an ambitious debut album.
83/100: the Californian melodic-hardcore veterans hit true and hard.
The architects of technical death metal hold their course: 80/100 for a controlled return.
82/100 across ten reviews: the meeting of Sumac's tectonic sludge and Moor Mother's poetry.
79/100 across twenty reviews: the drone kings' self-titled album, a mass of low frequencies.
Fury and light in the service of the intimate: 85/100 for a devastating record on mental health.
The Finnish masters of sorrow find an unexpected glimmer: 81/100 for a record brighter than usual.
80/100: the English melodic thrash/death crew confirm their metronome consistency.
Zero surprises, ferocious execution: 75/100 for veterans proving hardcore is in rude health.
The British atmospheric-djent band deliver their most accomplished record: 86/100.
85/100: the Dutch progressive-djent pioneers deliver a highly praised return.
81/100: the heaviest deathcore veterans keep digging their nihilistic furrow.
85/100: the wildest mathcore around reaches an unexpected maturity.
The grand return of the Swedish garage-rock dandies: 80/100 for a record of pure adrenaline.
A strange stream of sound like nobody else: 73/100 for the Mongolian cavalry.
The German collective close their geological fresco with restraint: 82/100 for a record more atmospheric than ever.
A compilation dressed as a self-titled album — but the songs are strong enough for 80/100.
81/100: the Irish fuse metal and traditional music with contagious energy.
83/100: the Mexican sisters' trio confirm their powerful, melodic hard rock.
85/100 across twelve reviews: the Louisiana sludge crew deliver their most direct, raging record.
The Canadians shed their skin without disowning it: 87/100 for a death metal that opens to the cosmos while keeping its mire.
93/100: the Norwegians' long-awaited return opens at the top of the aggregates.
Hardcore reinvented as broad-daylight music: 89/100 for the album that dragged the genre out of the basement.
From Elton John to Dying Fetus, twenty-two wildly uneven reworks: not an album, a flex.
88/100: the New Zealanders of dissonant death metal deliver their masterpiece.
The new guard of old-school death metal embrace their heritage: 82/100 for a jubilant, uncomplexed record.
87/100: the New York duo push their industrial noise toward a suffocating intensity.
86/100: the Americans wed heavy metal and gothic post-punk with rare elegance.
84/100: the Britons confirm a heavy, melodic and ambitious metal.
79/100: the English godfathers who named black metal keep the house standing.
Violence in the service of a message: 83/100 for a British death metal as ferocious as it is lucid.
Swedish social satire hits a new peak of causticity: 82/100 for a record as funny as it is disquieting.
Frightening texture, an hour too full: Chambéry black/death impresses without yet crushing.