Given there’s a new throwback stoner doom band seemingly releasing an album every day, it seems what was once old is new again. Instead of treading down that old familiar path, the English quartet Lucifer’s Chalice embarked on a different path. Their trek takes them through the glory days of Mercyful Fate, Iron Maiden, Angel Witch, and other metal stalwarts from the late 1970s through the mid-1980s. Throw in some Candlemass-style extended track lengths, and you’ve got their debut album, The Pact.
Concept albums can be tricky beasts, and single-song concept albums even more so. The symphonic doom metal duo comprising Cyclocosmia seek to invoke images of live-buried vestal virgins with their new EP, Immured.
What’s that they say about good intentions? In a spectacular display of poor time management, I’d meant to have this review out around Halloween, and it’s less than two weeks before Christmas. Where did November go? Although this isn’t as seasonal as I’d intended, Uncoffined’s second album, Ceremonies of Morbidity, is a great slice of death/doom.
Because I’m essentially running The Sons of Metal Podcast by myself now, my writing time is taking a hit. Here are some short takes on albums I’ve listened to recently, though.
As I’ve said in the past, stoner doom can be a tricky beast. UK outfit Camel of Doom is a beast of a different sort, however. Bucking the trends of their counterparts, Terrestrial is an unsettling ungulate of trippy spaced-out doom metal.
It’s with a heavy heart that I have to acknowledge that Ian "Lemmy" Kilmister passed away Monday, December 28, 2015, a mere four days after his seventieth birthday. The cause of death has been attributed to an aggressive form of cancer that was diagnosed only two days prior on December 26th.
There are three constants in life: Death, Taxes, and Motörhead. While the former two will be constants throughout the remainder of human history, the latter has been in question the past few years due to the recurring health issues of one Mr. Lemmy Kilmister. Nevertheless, any new Motörhead album brings a smile to my face due to its mere existence, which brings us to 2015’s Bad Magic.