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In The Wide Vale Of Uncreated Night

Lugubrious Garment/20 Buck Spin/2026-10-16

Two appetites share the same frame on this debut: the urge to flatten the listener and the pull toward something softer. Tremolo picking and jagged, snapping riffs keep the tempo near a sprint, and the blasts arrive so often they start to feel like weather. Then the record cracks open. A violin and viola line rises out of the din, a piano phrase drifts in once the storm has passed, and the drumming sometimes loosens into a jazz-tinged swing beneath the thrash.

Songs to Moon
Stoned Jesus/Season of Mist/2026-10-16
The opener rolls in with a dense, low-slung guitar tone, and the riffs seem to sit on the floor of the mix rather than above it. Two vocal lines push against each other: a rasping bark and a clean line that rises out of it. The rhythm section keeps a steady, unhurried churn, leaving each riff room to ring before the next one arrives. Around the middle, "Syzygy" strips away all distortion and lets clean guitars hang over a moving, airy bed of sound, a deliberate reset before "Jackal" turns theatrical, shifting shape from one passage to the next.
Dopamine Chamber
Fontaines D.C./XL Recordings/2026-10-16
Bass figures run through filters until their edges blur, and synth lines hover instead of striking, so the opening stretch sits inside a haze that the arrangements keep for much of the runtime. Grian Chatten's voice stays close and slightly reverberant on top, while the drums hold a repetitive, forward-leaning pulse that borrows from older krautrock grooves without imitating them. Strings recur across the tracklist and give the band a scale its guitars rarely reached. Chatten recorded his vocals separately in a homemade booth, and that nearness carries into the mix.

Tungl
Eivør/Nuclear Blast/2026-10-16
Tungl is a moody, carefully made record whose ideas run thinner than its atmosphere. Eivør's voice carries nearly every turn, and the production is built to give it room: pulsing synth bass, low processional drums, and the occasional guitar that cuts through the murk.
Netherworlds
Insomnium/Century Media/2026-10-16
"The Hour Grows Late" is the eight-minute hinge of the record, and it plays more like a suite than a single. It opens low and unhurried, a figure circling itself until the guitars gather and the tempo tightens into a churning passage where tremolo lines climb and fall away. A guest from Amorphis then takes over with a broad, open clean voice, and the death vocals return rawer than usual, as if the singer has been pushed past his comfort zone. Soft gives way to hard, hard to folk-tinged calm, and back again, with no section lingering long enough to become a riff you could carry out of the room.

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In The Wide Vale Of Uncreated Night

Lugubrious Garment/20 Buck Spin/2026-10-16

Songs to Moon
Stoned Jesus/Season of Mist/2026-10-16
The opener rolls in with a dense, low-slung guitar tone, and the riffs seem to sit on the floor of the mix rather than above it. Two vocal lines push against each other: a rasping bark and a clean line that rises out of it. The rhythm section keeps a steady, unhurried churn, leaving each riff room to ring before the next one arrives. Around the middle, "Syzygy" strips away all distortion and lets clean guitars hang over a moving, airy bed of sound, a deliberate reset before "Jackal" turns theatrical, shifting shape from one passage to the next.
Dopamine Chamber
Fontaines D.C./XL Recordings/2026-10-16
Bass figures run through filters until their edges blur, and synth lines hover instead of striking, so the opening stretch sits inside a haze that the arrangements keep for much of the runtime. Grian Chatten's voice stays close and slightly reverberant on top, while the drums hold a repetitive, forward-leaning pulse that borrows from older krautrock grooves without imitating them. Strings recur across the tracklist and give the band a scale its guitars rarely reached. Chatten recorded his vocals separately in a homemade booth, and that nearness carries into the mix.

Tungl
Eivør/Nuclear Blast/2026-10-16
Tungl is a moody, carefully made record whose ideas run thinner than its atmosphere. Eivør's voice carries nearly every turn, and the production is built to give it room: pulsing synth bass, low processional drums, and the occasional guitar that cuts through the murk.
Netherworlds
Insomnium/Century Media/2026-10-16
"The Hour Grows Late" is the eight-minute hinge of the record, and it plays more like a suite than a single. It opens low and unhurried, a figure circling itself until the guitars gather and the tempo tightens into a churning passage where tremolo lines climb and fall away. A guest from Amorphis then takes over with a broad, open clean voice, and the death vocals return rawer than usual, as if the singer has been pushed past his comfort zone. Soft gives way to hard, hard to folk-tinged calm, and back again, with no section lingering long enough to become a riff you could carry out of the room.