Cult of Luna return with another collection of epic, sky-scraping post-metal. Our Bones by The Contortionist. Master Boot Record fires up a monstrously-efficient assembly line, powered by industrial, synth-wave, and hardcore techno.
Explore music. Doom Metal Darryl. She will fly. Release me, Enthral me Confined to the wastes of time. In Silence — Born within a cage — Emotionless eyes, force fed a lie — Emptyness, cold by design. Impulsive entity, blind with desire, driven from reality.
Thoughts — not mine- divulge — enshrined. Scientific reasoning, a need for advanced evolution. Tantalising, opportunity, civilisation condensed to a husk Flashbacks of things to come, past and future are one.
Engineered to perfection, controlled on a whim, processed deep from within. Fate — Now framed — Obey — Internal signs A vision of precision, machine and flesh now as one. Abstraction — Thought process decays — Visions of life, seen through blind eyes- Cryptograms fall from the sky. In Silence — Born within a cage — Emotionless eyes, force fed a lie — Emptiness, cold and desire. World inside unknown Denied by force Spirit of humankind Lost in time Decreed by minds superior, Control — the last frontier, The human mind — incompetent, A responsibility for acts austere.
Bio - Technological warfare, Steering the course of human evolution, Leaving emotion and will a distant memory, This is your digital self. The 11th Hour Voyage deep within, Trace of solitude. Blurred image strike the eye, Reality hewn, Images dance and flicker, On the internal screen, Reality fades, The void begins. Existence hollow. Deception - Illusion, Feasting on delusion, Your thoughts lead you astray. Divided - Eyes blinded Defective mind derided, Succumb to reconditioning …and no crowds will call your name.
Death calling, Silently, I, See shadows within. Sombre sky, Reflection, I, Feel the end draw near. Deception - Illusion, We feast on delusion, Our thoughts lead us astray. But Whole New Mess has a singular power.
Their slow-strummed chords and finger-picked patterns are at times deliberately brittle and blown out. Whole New Mess amplifies a different source of loudness. The Newcastle five-piece are imposing at full tilt. Utterly enthralling. Few would have blamed vocalist Angry Anderson for calling it quits. The original is irreplaceable, but as an opening statement from the current crew this delivers bare-knuckle renditions of favourites One Of The Boys, Nice Boys and deep cuts Remedy.
Reverent with occasional new twists, Outlaws finds the Tatts alive and rabid. What makes this album even more remarkable is that the band are not from parched environs, but Blackburn. Characterised by tar-thick riffing and grooves that ensure as much rolling as rocking, the band are both conscious of the world around them She Is So and, as evidenced on bong-loaded centrepiece Blue Desert , keen to expand consciousness.
If Supersuckers had an expiration date, they musta burned it for fuel a decade ago. We deserve this album, and we should suck it down greedily and with wild abandon. At this stage of their lives, Testament could be forgiven for moving away from those trademark heavy roots.
Bernd Grabowski. Neal Walker. Djohn William. Nad Seb. Piero Niggli. Sergei Prozorov. Daniel Gonzalez. Michael Campos. Purchasable with gift card. First press of A E O N on an eco-friendly wallet. Limited to Ouro 2. Sapien 3. Archetype 4.Find the Best Solitude Albums on AllMusic. The seventh studio album from this esteemed producer pushes the clubby energy and reflection of recent albums into warm, playful places.