In 2002, Disturbed released their sophomore album, and those expecting something similar to their debut The Sickness were either disappointed or surprised. Where The Sickness was raw and visceral, Believe was a more sonically clean sounding album with more crunchy riffs and double bass drumming, but a more varied vocal style from David Draiman with a lot of emphasis on melody. Personally, I like this album. Give it a listen.
III: In The Eyes Of Fire is the follow-up album to Unearth's 2004 release The Oncoming Storm, and is the precursor to some of their more heavier releases of recent years. Make this part of your metal collection.
Max Cavalera has been on a roll with putting out more grindcore/death metal-inspired music with both Cavalera Conspiracy and Soulfly. This just might be the heaviest album he's put out.
There's some trepidation towards the new music that Symphony X has put out since Paradise Lost as it showcases a darker, heavier sound for the band. It's not that different here on Underworld, but there's more neo-classical elements here that may have been missing on the last two albums. It's great stuff even if you're not that big on Symphony X.
I think there's a misconception about the band's sound that they're a death metal band. They've always been avant-garde, mixing different sounds: thrash, grindcore, death metal, alternative, hardcore, and progressive metal. Coma Ecliptic has a more rock-opera sound, but nothing cheesy. It's beautiful. Plain simple: if you don't like this album, you're not a fan of Between The Buried And Me.
I'd expect that those never having heard Nile would be repeating that summary when they hear or read that description. Alas, the music and lyrics are inspired by Egyptian mythology. As far as their death metal sound, they fit right in with bands such as Immolation, Hate Eternal, Suffocation, and Behemoth. Expecting something brutal? Here you go.
Testament's The Formation Of Formation is an awesome album, and of course, a reissue was expected, but this is dumb. Nuclear Blast just took the standard cd, artwork, packaging and all, and packaged it with a cardboard sleeve over the case. Where is the bonus disc though? The jewel case? No, it's not in there. It's in a compartment in the sleeve itself and it's not even any good! You expect a bonus dvd or a maybe a cd with unused tracks from the album's recording sessions and some live stuff. No, it only has three live tracks, and I don't even think you can insert it in a cd player and listen to it. I think it's just a cd-rom with videos. Whatever the case, I was disappointed. I don't recommend a purchase if you already have the cd. Not even if you don't already have it, but if for some reason you can't find the standard version, get it and throw away the bonus stuff. There's nothing special there.
Even with the end of the Bush era, Al Jourgensen couldn't stay away for very long. Just because there's a different president, and though it's not a Bush, the anger and intensity is in no way dulled. I think in a way Ministry is like a drug for Al, and he thought he could kick the habit when he called it quits in 2008. Well, this album is his relapse.
Never to shy away from political themes, Al Jourgensen concocted a trilogy of Ministry albums focused on George W. Bush's presidency and administration. This was the start of the thrashy industrial era of Ministry, and it began with Houses Of The Molé. After listening, I wondered how do you follow-up an already incendiary release like that with another. Simple: you make it heavier and at the same time a humorous commentary on the events that happened during the time of the Bush administration. Some fans were turned off by this, but it's such a good album, you just need to ignore the naysay.
This Crowbar record is easily for those that enjoyed Odd Fellows Rest. Not derivative of that album, but it has a lot of the emotion and sound that it had. Produced by Warren Riker (Cathedral, Down) and Rex Brown (Pantera, Down), and featuring Rex's bass playing, it's sonically one of the best sounding Crowbar albums.