Spring has helped the Anti-Peat out of his reviewing slump, but don’t worry, he’s not here to talk about silly green shoots and sunny days. The only thing on his mind is melodic death and doom. What, is he from Sweden or something?
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Worm – Necropalace Review
Ketchup, Cholula, or tartar sauce? This goat knows what he wants on his plate.
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Enshine – Elevation Review
Did Enshine manage to elevate this January? Join Anti-Peat as he mulls over the melo- part of melodeath.
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The Ruins of Beverast – Tempelschlaf Review
Some bands are great enough to make Scuttlegoat rise through the January sludge of slam-diving. After all, why not take a break with some quality music when $lamuary fails to deliver? But sometimes shit hits the fan even after they escape the sewers.
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This Week In Metal, 2025 Week 41
Another week, another round of metal reviews in the bag. Words are tough, so we assembled the highlights. And if you want to read the latest reviews for the new offerings from Amorphis, Morke, and Paradise Lost, you can do that too! Pop open a fresh bottle of German bubbly water and enjoy.
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Paradise Lost – Ascension Review
This one doesn’t just sound like Paradise Lost. It is Paradise Lost! Almost as long as the novel too… does our Gator get caught up in the Ascension as any fan boy would? Well…
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Katatonia – Nightmares as Extensions of the Waking State Review
Katatonia are no strangers to ups and downs. You could safely argue that it’s even what their music is about. But with one of the […]
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Act of Impalement – Profane Altar Review
2025 has, to put it bluntly, fucking sucked for me and while I’m actively working towards improving my situation, I’ve searched for music to fill that anger. It’s been a very successful quest, and I keep finding new gems to become a vital part of my rotation as a result. Today’s act is one such example: Tennessee based death metal juggernaut Act of Impalement.
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Ritual Ascension – Profanation of the Adamic Covenant Review
Perched on a wobbly table, Cosmo clutches his peppermint mocha like a sacred relic. He lifts it skyward, eyes blazing with caffeinated conviction, and whispers with holy reverence, ‘Ritual Ascension… the bolo tie of Minnesota.’
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Crypts of the Unknown: Blunt Force Trauma – Vengeance for Nothing
