Armed For Apocalypse - Palm Reader EP

Sometimes brutal can be a bit too brutal, as was my initial inclination of Armed For Apocalypse; well, if you’re going to name yourself something like that, then I guess it all makes sense to go full on knock your lights out sludge. Armed For Apocalypse has more of a Hatebreed meets Crowbar vibe, with some Napalm Death thrown in for good measure. With that being said, their EP Palm Reader is a blistering assault of extreme metal; the soundtrack to smashing your face through a plate glass window and asking for seconds, Palm Reader only relents to drag your body across groovy breakdowns.

Breakdowns and grind induced sledgehammer riffs, acidic vocals, and a tempest of beats that will drive you wild; Palm Reader is a pretty good return to form for the Chico, California band. From the abyss to the mosh pit, they fuse the despair of underground doom with hardcore and if you get caught sleeping you may very well be knocked out. Armed For Apocalypse plays music that assures you the only safe space you’ll find, at least through this EP, is in a morgue.

The album is available for pre-order on their official bandcamp page. Their last two albums are free to stream. Check out their last full length release The Road Will End below.

 

Spaceslug - Eye The Tide

Honoring everything from Hawkwind to Kyuss, Spaceslug explores space and sludge with incredible finesse. As the band maps out their course through celestial fuzz and doomed riffs, vocalist Bartosz Janik serenades with a gifted drawl. With very little backing them, the Polish unit has come out swinging; Eye The Tide is one of the best albums in the genre this year, and it far surpasses anything that Spaceslug have already done.

Eye The Tide is not an album you want to pass up. Seven tracks and about an hour of a creative vision that encompasses the best of post-metal. Conjured up from the darkness, the ominous bass breathes life into smokey guitar melodies that pay tribute to infinite cosmic gods. Primal stoner grooves add the essence of rock & roll, creating human substance from this audible trip.

Plummeting from the vastness of eternity, Spaceslug gifts us with graceful waves of riffs. Surrender to the cleansing waters of “Eternal Moments”, before being blown away on gusts of wind with the embers of “Words Like Stones.” In time those embers build up into an all-consuming blaze and the song becomes a meteor shower of sludge. Transcending the formulas, engross with an abundance of style and technique. “Vialys I” washes you up on a shore for a breather, and leaves you there for the perplexing build up on “Vialys II” before dragging you back out into the psychedelic cloud. “I, The Tide” is an unpredictable eleven-minute voyage through a plethora of energies that culminate into a final insurmountable doom riff that will leave you wanting more.

The musicianship on Eye The Tide is tight, spontaneous, and borrows from no shortage of influences. Before you realize you are engrossed in a treasured rhythmic dream, you will be crushed by the unrelenting dirge.

Absent - Towards The Void

Absent have chosen a peculiar name, because there’s nothing missing from this band. Towards The Void is a monolithic debut LP from this South American three piece. Enchanting, riveting, and absolutely pummeling in every sense of the word. Absent are carving out a place worthy of honor somewhere between the apocalyptic barren landscape and infinite wheel of ethereal cosmos that defines their sound.

Towards The Void offers a cacophony of psychedelic doom and sludge within a cyclone of hypnotic reverb. Their rhythms are absolutely on point and reminiscent of early Electric Wizard, with a raw authenticity that came before the success of their majestic Dopethrone days.

Although Towards The Void only has four tracks, each song tops off at around ten minutes and assures that you’re going to be pulled into a twisting nether several times. Beyond layers of phasers and dream shaping riffs there is a tunnel through which vocalist Thiago Satyr delivers churning melodies that provoke imagery of ghastly incantation. Rocking underneath a mountain of nihilistic artistry the guitarist Luan Lima leans toward the basic formula of blues and metal. Psychedelic trips diverge off the path often into crushing climatic waves of heavy crushing chords backed by unrelenting mantras from the void. Towards The Void is righteous and burns slow, a total package of beautiful melancholy and free spirited nihilism lost in a storm of oscillating dark energy.