Boudain – Way of the Hoof


For those with a lust for the groove and the fattiest slabs of heavy rock ‘n’ roll flavoured meat, the checking out of US stoners Boudain might just be the best order of the day. The quartet has just unleashed debut album Way of the Hoof,  a ravenous swamp of stoner and sludge infested waters  which preys on the psyche whilst feeding the appetite for dirty and fiery rock ‘n’ roll. Influences to the band include the likes of Sleep, Melvins, Kyuss, and Fu Manchu which their album does not shy away from bringing to the party in flavour across its eight thumping trespasses, especially the last of the four. To that though, Boudain add their own meaty sauce for something which mighty not be breaking the banks of originality but certainly feeds the soul and appetite for imposing metal and invasive rock.

Consisting of bassist/vocalist Chris Porter, guitarists Brian Lenard and David Karakash, and drummer Stephen Jester, Boudain released their first EP in 2013. The self-titled six-track offering caught the ears and attention of a great many which Way of the Hoof is now poised to escalate, to easily assumed, broader heights. Opener Sleazy Feats swiftly has ears wrapped in almost salacious grooves as rhythms badger and bear down on the senses with a hefty hand. Riffs and vocal swipes only add to the highly agreeable introduction, a potency which continues as the song swings with zeal and enterprise across its fiery body. Surprises are not an open proposal though a freshness to the familiar landscape is, and increasingly so as Lenard and Karakash incite their grooves and toxic melodies to breed an even stronger strain of temptation.

Boudain art _RingMasterReviewSome might suggest that the album is a touch muddy but as the opener and following Neptune alone show, it is a thick smothering which adds to the swampy, at times almost delta blues like, intensity and richness of songs and release. The second track brings a bit of punk to its contagious confrontation too, clashing percussion uniting with the predation of the rhythms as the song simultaneously swings and prowls. Quickly it eclipses the impressive strength of its predecessor, continuing to impress and inflame ears with its thickening web of grooves and sonic acidity before allowing CODA to share its own imposing wares. Whereas the first pair flew at the jugular and senses, this track prowls, almost stalks the listener as its tar thick sludge breeding consumes ears. Porter’s vocals, or Lenard’s as the two apparently share duties across the release, again provide a great mix of growl and dirt encrusted infectiousness as they match the textures of the sound around them.

A cosmic ambience lines the sweltering lure of guitar as 3 Man steps up next; that sultry invitation and suggestiveness lying upon a great rhythmic rumble led by the swinging throaty infectiousness of the bass. The song soon slips into a more expected stoner blaze though drums and bass continue to cast their rhythmic hex on ears and appetite as the guitars weave an intoxicating tapestry; a knit which continues right to the end even as the song becomes more aggressively volatile.

First Class rips into ears next, it taking the listener back to the more hellacious type of assault the album opened with as tangy grooves and scything beats take their share of attention along with the brooding bass and attitude soaked vocals. Once more, a recognisable air to the track is rife but only within that welcoming Boudain character that ensures nothing is as simple as being a copy of those earlier mentioned influences or others.

Through The Mighty Turn Around and its sonically spatial exploration, and the rawer bruising stroll of Disco Jimmy, ears and album continue to be bound together. The first of the two has some of the most mouth-watering bait in its grooves and psyche infesting rock ‘n’ roll whilst its successor is a psych rock igniting of the imagination which lights the flames of thorough enjoyment if not the major excitement some of its earlier companions provoked. Nevertheless both leave ears more than content with the closing cover of Blue Oyster Cult’s Godzilla adding its enjoyable feed; the band treating the track to its prowling strain of sludge and stoner predation.

It is a fine end to an album which might have provided its major moments in its first half but from start to finish only inspires a real want for more and the idea that Boudain have the potential to sculpt major temptations luring equal attention ahead. They have plenty to get a little lustful over right now too which Way Of The Hoof offers with relish.

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Buffalo Theory MTL – Skeptic Knight

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Creating a bruising and boozy riot of rapacious rock ‘n’ roll, Canadian quintet Buffalo Theory MTL are releasing their latest uproar of sound and attitude this month in the boisterously muscular shape of Skeptic Knight. The five-track EP is a roar of debaucherous intent amidst heavy cantankerous sound which, without any major surprises, simply gets you in the mood to feverishly brawl and party.

Hailing from Montreal MTL consists of guitarists Pat Gordon and Yannick Pilon of Vantablack Warship, bassist Gary Lyons, drummer Brian Craig, and vocalist veterans Anton Parr. Between them, they have been part of very well-known Quebec groups such as the Ghoulunatics, Les Ékorchés, and Arseniq 33 whilst Parr’s history includes playing in thrash bands in Brazil. Together they brew a thick and predatory breed of stoner metal infused with thrash fury; a sound which, since the band formed in 2009, has fuelled an early demo followed by debut album Heavy Ride in 2012 and two years later, the Murder Trilogy EP. Both have been well-received proposals backed by a live hunger which has seen the band share stages with the likes of The Atomic Bitchwax, The Naked High, Diamond Head, Skull Fist, Thor, Misery Index, BARF, Insurrection, Iron Giant, Tunguska Mammoth, and many more.

Mastered and mixed by Peter Edwards, Skeptic Knight is Buffalo Theory MTL in full adrenaline pumped, rock ‘n’ roll embracing, voraciousness which Lyons describes as “…our best material to date and it’s damn heavy as usual”, adding “ It has a different sounding production that we like a lot. We completed 5 songs for the release. There were lots of riffs just waiting to be completed and it was hard to choose which ones to release first as we are already prepared to unleash another EP by next year to follow it. We always prefer to gather a few good songs and go into the studio being ready to release something new more often, rather than waiting too long for a LP type of setup with 10+ songs.

BTMTL-Skeptic-Knight_RingMaster ReviewOf course proof of word and success is always in the eating of the pudding and there is no doubting that opener Conspiracy in Paranoland alone is one tasty incitement of new yet prime Buffalo Theory MTL rampaging for ears and appetite to devour. A track knocking around since the band’s early days, it comes built on ravenous riffs, scything rhythms, and a prowling growling bassline to get lustful over. The song initially appears as a proposal just to have a rousing time with but it is soon showing itself a predator. The guitars offer a predacious flirtation led by the boisterous raw tone and vocal delivery of Parr but tempered with spicy grooves and a great guitar and bass nagging which simply helps whip up lustful enjoyment.

The following Punishment is an equally invasive character but centred round an even more bruising thrash seeded ferociousness, a fury bound in acidic grooves and vocal hostility with Pilon potently backing the roar of Parr. With a Pantera/Down like causticity and virulence to grooves and vocals alone, the song romps and stomps with the passions before Get On It swings its sinew sculpted hips as rebellious attitude colludes with bad-blooded rhythms entangled in psyche trespassing grooves. In contrast though, vocals and hooks breed their own more merciful strong anthemic persuasion, adding to devilry to get eagerly involved in whilst being battered around the senses.

The EP’s title track comes next, instantly showing the heaviest presence and thickest web of invasive textures heard yet on the release. It makes a slow, almost lumbering, bestial entrance, relaxes then breaks into a groove infested canter which has body and imagination on board within a mere handful of seconds. That instinctive enticing is helped by the spiciness coating grooves and the arousing impact of the riff driven rabidity which consumes the senses. It is a sonic war machine in hungry motion, the kind of inescapable protagonist which refuses anything less than full involvement in its roar, much like Psychic Enclosure. Like Rage Against The Machine meets Black Sabbath meets Sleep, the closing track riles up and rages against the senses whilst uncaging an imposing contagion of flesh searing grooves and corrosive riffery stalking by merciless rhythms.

It is a fine end to a thunderous encounter leaving ears and pleasure full. Skeptic Knight is heavy duty rock ‘n’ roll to be intimidated by and greedily feast upon. Uniqueness is maybe rare but enjoyment is unrestrained; a proposal few can turn down.

The Skeptic Knight EP is available via Stand Records from February 26th @

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Desert Suns – Self-Titled

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Released in the Autumn of 2014, the self-titled debut album from San Diego quartet Desert Suns gets its deserved official worldwide re-release this January through a special collaboration between Ripple Music and HeviSike Records. For those missing that original limited run of 300 copies on vinyl through Birmingham-based HeviSike , its return is the chance to grab one highly flavoursome slab of stoner bred rock ‘n’ roll.

Formed late 2013, Desert Suns quickly drew attention with their first single Burning Temples which was released in the January of the following year. Seven months later and their six track debut album confirmed the initial potency of sound and imagination within that early single in a fiery and immersive blend of stoner and heavy metal, psyche and blues rock. The band’s sound, as at times their lyrics and song themes, demands attention without the heavy weight of it ever becoming invasively imposing, and within the Tony Reed (Mos Generator/Stone Axe) mastered album provides a powerful invitation to the listener, if without really wanting to take no for an answer.


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Burning Temples starts things off, an initial sonic static the bed for heavier rumblings and clamorous energies before one hefty groove grows from within the low key tempest. It relaxes with an elegant shimmer to its lure and melodic spice to its touch as the dark bassline of David Russell aligns to his quickly alluring vocals though the forceful and agile beats of drummer Ben McDowell subsequently raises the intensity as the guitars of Woogie Maggard and Anthony Belluto twist and turn with magnetic grooves and riffs. As the track becomes a contagious blaze enslaving hips, ears, and imagination, it is easy to sense Black Sabbath and Deep Purple inspirations at play, the music masterfully and voraciously ebbing and flowing in energy whilst providing a continuous full-on sultry temptation.

After the incendiary climax of the first song has ignited ears and keen involvement further, the following Space Pussy shows it is even more ferociously enflamed with quick sonic and melodic intoxication. Raw and seductive flames soon live up to the suggested salacious exploits and skills of the song’s protagonist, their intensive heat casting a vociferous smoulder in sound and atmosphere which almost has the senses woozy, though sinew swung rhythms and a great gnarly bass tone provides a rapturous temper to that cosmic inebriety smothering ears.

The blues infested rock ‘n’ roll tempest of Passing Through gets ears excited all over again, its feisty swagger courting a virulent catchiness driven by tenacious rhythms and swinging grooves matched by the Ozzy-esque vocal temping of Russell. The track is irresistible, taking a great first impression of the album up another notch with its flirtatious enterprise and anthemic dexterity of music and craft. As across the album, there is something familiar to the Desert Suns sound but a hue only adding to the lure of its bordering on mischievous revelry.

A breath is allowed to be taken by the blues croon of Ten Feet Down as ears feast on a new twist in the landscape of the release. Blues and country rock merge to serenade as harmonica and guitar colour a salty portrait of suggestiveness around it, all colluding for a magnetic encounter before Memories of Home portentously pulsates into view and unfurls a lumbering beast of a stoner/heavy metal fuelled proposition. A scent of Fu Manchu meets Electric Wizard meets Kyuss looms up within the tantalising proposal, whilst mellow and soporific textures unite with the ravaging torrents stirred up by grooves and a hungry energy to create another hard to resist confrontation.

Run Through My Roots brings the album to a compelling close, its atmospheric soundscape and pungent rhythmic suggestiveness the prelude to another forceful and heavyweight enveloping of the senses. Once more romancing calms are seductive oases amidst increasingly volatile eruptions and predacious outbursts, their mesmeric caresses breaking ravenous outpourings of sound and emotion as the track offers a fascinating end to a thoroughly enthralling and enjoyable release.

Second time around, Desert Suns is not to be missed and already thoughts are eagerly turning to what comes next from the band, where they have imaginatively ventured since the creation of their album two years ago.

Desert Suns is out now through Ripple Music in North America on CD and Royal Blue vinyl and on Beer Brown vinyl in the UK through HeviSike Records with digital copies @

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Kayleth – Space Muffin


Everything about Space Muffin, the new album from Italian rockers Kayleth is a spatial adventure; from the eye catching cover and lyrical exploration to the space rock coloured climate gathered over a stoner rock sculpted landscape, it is a flight through other worldly explorations. Equally that stoner and metal induced breeding gives songs and release a contrasting grounding which makes it as intensely imposing as it is celestially fascinating. Space Muffin, a fluffy name offering a slight deterrent before a note is heard, and Kayleth draw on recognisable influences it is fair to say, Kyuss and Orange Goblin for example. It is an open spice though which the Verona quintet entwine with again familiar space/psych rock seeded imagination to conjure something seriously compelling. The album might not be the one to really challenge your expectations but definitely it is a proposition to turn pleasure and a hunger for more up to the highest setting.

Formed in 2008, Kayleth has persistently lured an increasingly potent attention their way through their releases which started with Not Yet in 2006. Initially their sound was rigorously stoner-esque, with In the Womb of Time and Rusty Gold of 2008 and 2010 respectively, thick enticements of the broadening emergence of the band. Their sound has been on a constant evolution even from those early releases, but it was after The Survivor was released in 2012 and through the addition of keyboard player Michele Montanari that the band went on a new exploration into space/psych rock territories, investigation taken without leaving behind the stoner canvas which had already garnered the band increasing acclaim. The band and songs within Space Muffin seem to revel in this new horizon of imagination in their songwriting and sound, discovering like its premise, a new world to play in.

The heady heights and atmosphere of Mountains opens up the release, its muscular presentation an immediate wall of rugged riffs and pungent rhythms within a web of spicy grooves. Behind it the keys of Montanari seduce away, not making a major declaration yet but coaxing behind the scenes as the excellent grainy vocals of Enrico Gastaldo join the widening scenery of the song. Guitarist Massimo Dalla Valle matches the increasing lure of the keys with tangy grooves and acidic melodies, both aspects uniting in rich warmth as the bass of Alessandro Zanetti rumbles within their midst. Completed by the feisty and imaginative beats of Daniele Pedrollo, the song stomps and swerves with irresistible contagion; turning as the keys bring their interstellar KAYLETH_coversuggestiveness into an exotic temptress.

The excellent start is continued by Secret Place, a track loaded with an energetic stride driven by virulent grooves, rampant rhythms, and the potent vocals of Gastaldo. That Orange Goblin essence is a busty flavouring here but equally you can easily suggest a touch of Eagles of Death Metal to the vivacious appetite and energy of the song. It is ablaze from its first second and even with some clever twists and teasing from keys thereafter, never loses its lustful voracity. Imagination sparking invention is just as evident too and even more dramatic in the following Spacewalk. With samples and an on-going narrative offering a space flight with almost Robinson Crusoe like undertones, the track takes to the air with a magnetic shimmer and gentle melodic seducing. Thrusts of intensity led by caustic riffs and heavily swung drums pierce the beauty of the ambience drifting across the track, the burst bringing intermittent and eventually sustained tempestuousness to the bewitching encounter.

Both the intimidatingly sturdy Bare Knuckle with its mouth-watering rhythmic shuffle and sonic flaming against the charming ambience of the keys, and the soulful Born To Suffer have ears and imagination wrapped up in their designs and melodic colours. The first from a contagious ruggedness slips across sultry climes of sonic and provocative textures whilst the second with a blues toned melodic croon smoulders and entices with captivating charm before sparking with classic metal seeded enterprise. Neither quite matches their predecessors, though Bare Knuckle makes a thick challenge, but both leaves senses and thoughts riveted before Lies Of Mind flexes its striking musical and inventive muscles for a bruising and infectious slab of space rock toned rock ‘n’ roll. As most songs there are plenty of twists and unpredictable surprises employed, without going overboard, leaving ears and emotions greedy and equally a quite inescapable anthemic tendency.

   Try To Save The Appearances also has a broader rock ‘n’ roll character to its heavy persuasion, stoner and psych rock colluding in a tempestuous and wholly tempting charge which at times, as elsewhere on the album, has hints of Monsterworks to it as well as that of Karma To Burn. It is a glorious incitement leaving just the instrumental elegance and heated soundscape of NGC 2244 to bring the album’s flight to a tantalising close.

Space Muffin might have a weak title but within its walls it is one thoroughly enjoyable and invigorating adventure. Kayleth’s album does not truly surprise too often but leaves ears blissful and satisfaction over flowing, thus a release to heartily recommend.

Space Muffin is available via Argonauta Records now @

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Return from the Grave – Gates of Nowhere

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Seeded and drenched in the thick atmospheres of seventies metal aligned to the oppressive textures and persistence of doom metal and blistering stoner designs, Gates of Nowhere the new album from Italian metallers Return from the Grave is a wide wake-up call to a band with rich potential and exhausting intensity. Its seven tracks consume and suffocate the senses relentlessly yet bring them and the imagination alive with compelling resourceful enterprise. It is a proposition which ebbs and flows a little in holding the tightest grip on attention but never lets it wander or enjoyment of its often spellbinding and predacious incitement falter.

Hailing out of Venezia, the quartet of vocalist Semenz, guitarist Sparta, bassist Kilo, and drummer Jack came together in 2011 and soon unveiled their self-titled debut EP. It was followed the following year by first album The Rebirth from the Last Breath, its heavy tsunami like provocations earning comparisons to bands such as Black Sabbath, Orange Goblin, and Orchid in the acclaim. Casting themes bred from ‘Horror stories and the hidden meanings of Life and Death’ within Gates of Nowhere, the debut release for the band on Argonauta Records, Return From The Grave are entering through a doorway to a wider recognition with its release. A one way trip you feel such the richness and depth not forgetting rigorous seduction oozing from within the Richard Whittaker (Saint Vitus, The Who, Black Sabbath and Rolling Stones) mastered release.

The first thing hitting senses and appreciative thoughts is the production. As thick and cavernous as the sounds it surrounds, it brings the Return From The Grave - Coverlistener into the dark origins of the ingredients the band infuses into their propositions. It gives, as evidenced superbly in the ravenous Intro which starts the journey off, a sinister foreboding air and seemingly analogue breath to the release, a portentous oppressiveness which really suits the music and intensive energy of the tracks. The opening piece is dark and ravenous, a dangerous swamp of sound and intimidatingly emotive textures which seduces as it infests the psyche. It has a heavy poetry to its funereal stance which captivates thoughts as it leads the listener into the last strikes of its storm and subsequently the following Words In Words. The start of the second track is deceptive, its welcoming strands of sonic coaxing almost jovial after the sufferance before. It is bait which persists as rugged rhythms and swipes of guitar and bass enter the narrative but eventually swamped as the vocals blaze away within a now burning cauldron of energy and sound. There is still a swagger and melodic temptation which steals attention from the weighty substance around them though but in turn it loses out to the excellent resonance effected vocals. Ultimately all combined it is a storming stomp of a song, a dramatically magnetic slab of voracious metal.

Center Of The Will opens up next with a bewitching crawl of gnarly bass and teasing percussion before being joined by the entwining tendrils of guitar, its lure acidic and searing as it crosses the senses. Finding a potent stride with rhythmic muscles swiping through every beat, the track becomes a furnace of melodic rabidity and sonic tenacity which flares and seduces with incendiary potency from within the lumbering yet keen gait of the song. Twists and turns bring intrigue to the generally singular course of the incitement, adding along with the scorched vocals, rich distractions to the compelling burdensome weight of the encounter. Leaning into its finale the track explodes into a rabid charge of riffs and rhythms, a thrash like urgency and hunger taking over the driving seat for an exceptional climax.

The intensive intimidation of The Rage Of Rays steps in next to push the listener into an even deeper wash of seventies nurtured metal, again a Sabbath like predation and enticement leading the way, though that bait is never far from the surface of any song within the album. The impressively sculpted and layered beast smoulders and burns with an even tempered intensity and appeal compared to the previous tracks but it lacks the indefinable something which left its predecessors so persuasive and gripping. It is still an appetising meal for the ears but soon forgotten as the rolling menacing rhythms of Uncovered Fate burst into life. The drums hypnotise senses and imagination instantly before sharing time with another excellent animalistic snarl from the bass and cutting scythes of guitar. Snatches of melodic seducing and glazes of sultry suasion almost dance within the devilish portrait unfurling within the imagination whilst the vocals, which were not as effective on the last song, are back on form here as they join the creative maze spun by the guitars within the expanding rapacious enthralling adventure.

The release closes with firstly the mesmeric River In The Sky, a fascinating flight which reveals more about the band in many ways than the other songs, its sirenesque use of atmospheres and ambient beauty within dramatic aural structures sheer captivation, and lastly Inside Human’s Soul. The final song is an alternative version of a track which appeared on the band’s debut album, a more of a straightforward charge within more predictable walls which reveals the growth between the band’s two albums.

Gates of Nowhere is an engrossing encounter from a band evolving potently and it is easy to feel has a big future on the larger stoner/doom metal stage waiting.

Gates of Nowhere is available via Argonauta Records and @ now!


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Oruga – Blackened Souls


There is a chilling honesty to the emotionally destructive sound unleashed within Blackened Souls, the new album from French metallers Oruga; an undisguised ravenously truthful breath which revels in the corrosive melancholy and raw misery which breeds its compelling canvas of sound and intent. Fusing the darkest, heaviest doom sculpted malevolence with the most irritable invasive sludge attrition, Oruga create a tsunami of provocation which leaves mercy and respite as lost in the depths of the overwhelming intensity as the senses they invade and violate. Their new album is not a ground-breaking persuasion, slotting in perfectly with numerous similarly bred releases over recent times but whether many others come close to the emotional ferocity and erosive voracity which breeds their thunderous rhythms and colossal riffery is doubtful.

Formed in 2010, the quintet from Northern France caught wider attention with the release of their self-titled debut last year, its dark ravenous premise the certain base from which Blackened Souls explores further and deeper, uncovering primal layers within raw and cold agonies. Whereas its predecessor found avenues for tempting melodic classic metal lures the new release is a charnel house of stark and harsh emotions, though it too is unafraid to colour its cavernous hunger with riveting adventure. There is also a sense of frustration to every note and vocal roar which seeps from the album, a despair at its heart which intensifies and enlivens chords and syllables with persuasive toxicity. It all makes for a thoroughly compelling incitement which shows Oruga to be a potent emerging force within extreme metal, one deserving of major attention.

Heretics brings the album to bear upon the senses first, its opening tide of sonic ravishment and instinctive antagonism brewing in a3478321359_2intensity from the opening note as the guitars of Julien L. and Fred P. swarm portentously around the ears. Simultaneously the rhythmic coaxing of Bruno H. adds to the thickening web, a capture increased by the dark throated strains of bass from Pietro G. and the initially clean spoken vocals of Cedric M. It all converges into a singular menacing which still with some restraint begins crawling over the senses peering into the darkest corners of the psyche as Cedric twists his delivery into a caustic growl. Elevating its potency, spite, and energy in varying degrees, the track crawls under the skin capturing the imagination with its specifically aimed and concentrated creative venom. It is not a track which startles in its invention but skilfully bewitches in its emotional malevolence and undiluted straight forward voracity.

The following We, The Darkness crawls from the same imaginative fiery sonic pit of oppressive invention, its sonic hooks and distorted melodic endeavour shards of acidic light within the lumbering prowl and hunger of the song. Again Cedric brawls with his lyrics with a bestial predaciousness whilst the rhythms cage and punish with each heavy fisted swipe but it is the spearing sonic bait of the guitars which provide the passion spawning lures which pushes the album up another level within two songs.

Both Dead Among The Living and Disciples reinforce the impressive start, the festering aural animosity of the first sculpting a sonically scarred canvas upon which great melodic vocals unveil their suasion alongside expected squalls and guitars paint their intrusive scenery with rapacious hues and searing emotions. It is an even tempered encounter compared to other tracks initially but eventually the predator within loses its chains to unleash violent riffing and cantankerous rhythmic animosity before revolving between a poetic scorched beauty and a vitriolic fury for a breath-taking and at times uncomfortable journey. Its successor opens with a gentle yet primal elegance as the guitar emotionally hints at the impending intimidation of an unbridled fury. A tempestuous cloud of sound and intensity smothers ears and senses subsequently, lurching over and preying on thoughts and emotions as Cedric expels the heart of the song. It is a brutal tempting which bruises and transfixes with every rabid beat and edacious squall of guitar, both enriched by the hellacious dark tone of the bass and the ever threatening vocals.

It is fair to say that from its formidable start the album just increases its weight and quality, the final two songs providing the evidence. Cursed savages air and ears first, its carnivorous presence and breath a perpetual sonic scrub on the senses, a lethal highly addictive scourge punctuated throughout by the uncompromising strikes of Bruno. It is a torrential violation where you soon make assumptions but have them almost as quickly dismissed with force by the brilliant twist into a post metal drift of spiny melodies and cleaner predatory vocals. It is only a temporary detour but an inspired and invigorating one giving the returning maelstrom more depth and intrigue. The track is a glorious example of the ability and invention of Oruga though it is soon left looking up at the plateau set by Ghosts Of Anneliese. The closing song manages to bring an even nastier element to its incitement, every rhythm holding sheer malice and each scrub of riffing scratching deeper into ears and psyche. The excellent spread of gruff and again cleaner vocals spread greater spice to the album whilst the toxic melodic designs and underlying emotive groove paint sultry toxins into the spiteful corruption. Throughout the release there is a stoner-esque spice which here is at its strongest, though twisted with the Oruga invention it emerges as a deranged and rigorously thrilling tainting. The track is glorious, a titanic beast of invention and passionate ferocity, and almost alone the reason why the band and Blackened Souls deserves a strong bright spotlight.

Blackened Souls is available now via Apathia Records @


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King Goat – Self Titled EP

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     King Goat is an intimidating provocation, heavy in intent and in weight, and as evidenced by their new self-titled EP, mightily compelling. Consisting of three immensely imposing tracks stretched by tempestuous riffs and impossibly alluring grooves, the release pushes King Goat into a new intensive spotlight. Its riveting weave of stoner and doom metal with psychedelic and progressive flames is a raw and thorough captivation of ears and imagination, a proposition sure to arouse a wealth of new allegiances.

Hailing from Brighton, King Goat emerged at the start of 2012 and was soon stirring up attention locally. Their debut EP, Atom was released early 2013 to good responses but soon followed by a change of frontmen. Once back into its stride the quintet began working on their second release and unleashing again their powerful live performances across London and the South coast to stronger responses whilst garnering an ever increasing legion of fans. The new EP is the next potent step in the rise of a band which you sense has the potential to eventually impact intensively on European psychedelically fuelled doom metal.

The EP starts with an epic track in length and presence. The Final Decline is a towering and thoroughly absorbing journey for senses and King Goat Cover Artworkimagination which breeds from an opening suggestive ambience. It is a stark and chilled atmosphere which initially caresses ears, a portentous breath in climate with a lone emotive guitar coaxing which stands engagingly within the cold wind and barren landscape unfolding around it. The song slowly emerges with dark weighty tones of the bass and resonating beats prowling the senses matched by the equally shadowed vocal calls. It is an intensive proposition but lit by enthralling guitar design which without being flashy or dramatically startling simply seduces the imagination with its eastern temptation and repetitive virulence. The song gradually increases into a stroll, all the time brewing and accelerating its rapacious energy and rhythmic enticement until from a moment of catching breath it erupts into a primal swagger with equally bestial growls before an excellent melodic roar of vocals soar across the incendiary scenic maelstrom now smothering the senses. It is an exhaustive and alluring encounter which only enhances its bewitching grip with every taking of its dramatic journey.

The following Cult Obscene is swifter in its emergence but like its predecessor is bred by a provocative and imagination sparking scenery soaked in a sinister ambience. It is not long though before hypnotic rhythms enslave attention, soon sharing that entrapment with scorching melodic flames of adventure from the guitars and again a bass tone which simply resounds within ears and the narrative of the track. The track shows a mix of Cathedral and Ten Foot Wizard to its enveloping shadows and blazing melody defined drama whilst the caging sinews and rabidity of the rhythms has a certain Mastodon predation to their intent. As its predecessor, the song simply consumes the body, feet and senses wrapped up in the riff driven stomp of the track and imagination through to passions enslaved by the sonic invention of guitars and grooves.

Already the release has a hungry appetite alive and greedy for itself which is only driven to stronger urgency by final track Melian’s Trance. The closer is inescapable, every aspect of its sculpting working like an epidemic on the listener. It is a blazing tempest of adventure and metallic devilry employed by dark ravenous emotions and deeply rooted shadows lying in the heart of the songwriting and unrelenting imaginative sounds of the band. With riffs, rhythms, and grooves an overwhelming horde of insatiable predators submission is inevitable, the song a thunderous end to an equally massive release.

With Sabbath essences permeating the whole EP as rigorously as those already mentioned, King Goat has announced themselves to the whole country with a metallic bellow which is hard to ignore or resist.

The self-released King Goat EP is available from Monday 28th April @


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