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Paradise Lost Ascension: Cathedral Hymns for the Defiant Paradise Lost Ascension isn't just a new album, it's a funeral procession set to riotous doom and gothic grandeur. 2025 marks nearly 40 years of Paradise Lost, and their seventeenth full-length, " Ascension " (👈 available) detonates any notions of retirement with riffs heavier than guilt and melodies sharper than regret. Released on Nuclear Blast, this record fuses the band's funeral march vibes with flashes of punk venom and stoner defiance. It's the album you spin when you want to burn churches, not with flames, but with thunder. From the opening gates of "Serpent on the Cross," Holmes unleashes guttural roars that feel like your last confession, while Mackintosh's guitar leads tear through the gloom with all the grandeur of a blackened cathedral collapsing. "Tyrants Serenade" tiptoes between Type O Negative’s gothic creep and crust-drenched melancholy, while "Salvatio...

Die Spitz Something To Consume: an album that spits fire and bleeds truth Dive into Die Spitz Something To Consume Listening to Die Spitz Something To Consume is like being thrown headfirst into a storm, roaring riffs, razor-sharp guitars, pounding drums, and voices that scream and whisper in equal measure. This debut full-length (👈 available) from the Austin quartet isn’t just an album, it’s a battle cry against mediocrity, a dare to feel something raw and untamed. Produced by Will Yip, a heavyweight when it comes to raw, uncompromising sound, Something To Consume dropped September 12, 2025 on Third Man Records. It’s 11 tracks of restless energy, balancing fragility and ferocity in a way that feels dangerous, unpredictable, and alive. The record kicks off with Pop Punk Anthem (Sorry for the Delay) , a playful nod to skate-punk nostalgia before erupting into chaos. Then comes Throw Yourself To The Sword , a feral explosion of guitars and p...

Death Whore album Blood Washes Everything Away: Punk Hellfire Meets Death Metal Mayhem The Death Whore album “Blood Washes Everything Away” spits, snarls, and batters every sense like a sledgehammer in a meat locker. Standing on the faultline between crust punk, old-school death metal, and grindcore, Death Whore crash onto the 2025 scene with one brutal mission: leave no eardrum untouched, no poser unscathed. Born from the sullied backrooms of Nancy, France, their debut LP blends guttural growls, unrelenting speed, and slabs of sonic concrete to crush modern apathy under a wall of razor-sharp riffs. If this record doesn’t get blood on the pit floor, you’re not listening loud enough. Mastered by James Plotkin (Khanate) and clad in Ethan Lee McCarthy’s (Primitive Man) nightmarish artwork, the Death Whore album is a 35-minute riot. Tracks like “Motorthroat ’79” – the anthemic single and video shot in the sweat-soaked Nirvana Pub Club – lurch and rip, fusing Motörhead swagger with a hi...

Deftones Private music: From Whisper to Screams, Hardcore Remains Unbroken Private music isn’t just an album drop, it’s an uprising. As their tenth studio offering, released August 22, 2025, it’s the sound of a band with zero fear of reinvention, spitting in the face of complacency and dragging metal, punk, shoegaze, and raw emotion into a single, explosive vortex. Nick Raskulinecz (Foo Fighters, Mastodon) returns to beef-up every riff and shoot melodies into the stratosphere, while Chino Moreno reigns as the genre's most enigmatic frontman, shifting from crooning siren to a banshee shriek in a heartbeat. With new blood Fred Sablan thumbing out seismic bass under Carpenter’s tech-grind guitar attacks, Deftones Private music feels like both a well-honed grenade and a swirling acid trip in the dark. The album opens with “My Mind Is a Mountain,” a track that barrels out the gate and sets the tone for forty-two delirious minutes. “Locked Club” rips with syncopated, grungy riffs,...

Babymetal Metal Forth: The Next Level of Metal Insurgency Babymetal Metal Forth isn’t just another album drop, it’s a war cry slicing through the barricades of stale metal and pop conformity. Celebrating their feral 15th anniversary, Babymetal tears out the fangs of the old guard and bares their own with Metal Forth, a record that detonates genre boundaries with a napalm blaze of hyper-charged collaboration. No more idol innocence, this is Babymetal with claws out and amps set to “decapitate.” Picture Electric Callboy, Tom Morello, Spiritbox, and Poppy dragged into Babymetal’s otherworld and forced to battle for sonic supremacy. It’s a wild alliance of chaos and candy, unleashing hyper-melodic death drops one moment and metallic breakdowns the next, the kind of fusion that’s too volatile for the mainstream, too infectious for the underground to ignore. Bursting Genres: Inside Metal Forth’s Sonic Riot Babymetal Metal Forth is a technicolor maelstrom. “from me to u” (featuring P...

Vicegrip: Breaking Jaws and Barriers with Every Riff Drawn & Quartered de Vicegrip If you think hardcore is dead, Vicegrip from Boston is here to grind your face into the pavement and prove you wrong. This band isn’t just another name on a flyer, they’re a sonic sledgehammer, pounding out anthems for the disaffected, the pissed-off, and the never-say-die. Vicegrip’s rise from the underground is a testament to what happens when you mix raw talent, relentless drive, and a complete disregard for the rules. Forget the sanitized, Spotify-friendly sound, Vicegrip is pure, unfiltered aggression, and they’re not asking for permission. Formed in the fires of the modern hardcore scene, Vicegrip’s sound is a brutal cocktail of metallic riffs, breakneck drums, and vocals that could strip paint off the walls. Their influences are clear, think classic NYHC, but with a modern edge and a chip on their shoulder the size of a Marshall stack. Every show is a warzone, every record a declaration ...

Foo Fighters Cover: Hardcore Punk Shockwaves from Stadium Kings The Foo Fighters cover just detonated the internet, and the punk scene, with a surprise that nobody saw coming. Forget stadium anthems and radio-friendly hooks; this is the Foo Fighters going full-throttle, channeling the raw, unfiltered chaos of hardcore punk. Their latest live set saw Dave Grohl and crew rip through a blistering punk cover that left fans’ jaws on the floor and the establishment clutching their pearls. If you thought the Foo Fighters were content to rest on their alt-rock laurels, think again, this cover is a Molotov cocktail hurled straight at the mainstream. It all went down at a recent show where the band, notorious for their high-octane performances, decided to crank the energy up to eleven. Instead of sticking to the hits, they unleashed a ferocious rendition of a classic hardcore punk anthem, paying homage to the genre’s roots while injecting it with their own signature fire. The crowd went ball...