The sonic landscape that Mouth of the Architect has constructed on Queitly is epic, brutal and beautiful. Crushing, sludge filled riffs combine with discordant guitar noise to create a rich, textured sound while bludgeoning rhythms not only smother, but accentuate the subtle melodies found deep within each track.
I have thoroughly enjoyed the caustic feel to Black Ocean. The music on this album is dense, layered and powerful, mixing in elements of hardcore and metalcore into a sleek, yet aggressive package.
Dark and suffocating. There's no other way to aptly describe this aggressive brand of doomy sludge. The Roller have a massive sound, catchy choruses and pummeling rhythms what more would a stoner need?
From the raw, bare bones aggression of "Ghost of Grace" to the Pink Floyd inspired, trippy trilogy of "Seasick" the band has pushed the envelope of black metal incorporating elements of Psychodelia and progressive rock into one hell of a mental journey.
The raw feel to the vocals and the down tuned, churning guitars work so well together that when you add in the crushing drums it's nearly too much to handle.
Withered's Folie Circulaire is one hell of an album. The sludgy feel to the mixture of black metal, grind and punk seems so natural when listening to this album. Add in dramatic and melancholy tones here and there and you've got yourself a premium sophomore effort from this highly touted group.
There's something infectious about Buried Death. Could it be the thick, stoner rhythms? Or the crushing riffs? Who the hell knows, but I like it a lot. Coffins have brought in a little more death metal influence into the mix, giving the album plenty of appeal across metal genres.
With Lost to the Living, this North Carolina group meld melancholy tones, doom riffs and a despair inducing atmosphere with a refined delivery that shows signs of maturation and a willingness to bear the brunt as a leader for their genre.
Runemagick's eleventh studio album is chock full of doom inspired riff after doom inspired riff the band certainly knows how to crank out some chugging guitars.
Who wold have thought that desolate as fuck, crusty black metal like this could have come from three petite rockers from Japan. Ill Innocence feels like a wet towel wrapped around your head, slowly depriving you of oxygen suffocating and bleak indeed.