Posted in Whathaveyou on June 12th, 2026 by JJ Koczan
This tour, which will see Kal-El hitting Ripplefest Texas after a warm-up gig and then heading north up the Pacific Coastline and ending in the mountains, is a week longer than that which brought the Norwegians to the East Coast last year (review here). It follows the March release of Astral Voyager Vol. 2(review here), which came in hot as the sequel behind 2025’s Astral Voyager Vol. 1 (review here), and is parcel to the momentum that Kal-El have fostered over the last four years since the end of the pandemic. They’ve been hitting it hard. They continue to hit it hard.
Joining them on the stint will be Goya and Volume, picking up the former in their native Arizona and traveling as a package from there on out with Kal-El in a well-earned headline position. The tour runs into October and hits into Canada for a stop in Vancouver, should you happen to be on that part of the continent. I give kudos to anyody traveling to the US for any reason at this point, let alone tour. They’ll also do UK/EU dates in August before this trip happens.
From social media:
USA and Canada – it’s time to crack this open: We are coming back for a 3 weeks run this fall with Goya and VOLUME
Go get your tickets today, spread the word, and we’ll see y’all very soon.
9/18 Haltom City, TX – Haltom Theatre 9/19 Austin, TX – RippleFest Texas (Far Out Lounge) 9/20 San Antonio, TX – Paper Tiger 9/22 Santa Fe, NM – Desert Dogs 9/23 Phoenix, AZ – Last Exit Live 9/24 Las Vegas, NV – Dive Bar 9/25 Landers, CA – The Annex 9/26 Palmdale, CA – Transplants Brewing 9/27 Los Angeles, CA – Redwood Bar & Grill 9/29 San Francisco, CA – DNA Lounge 9/30 Sacramento, CA – Café Colonial 10/1 Eugene, OR – John Henry’s 10/2 Portland, OR – High Water Mark 10/3 Seattle, WA – The Funhouse 10/4 Vancouver, BC – Astoria 10/6 Spokane, WA – The Cameleon 10/7 Boise, ID – The Olympic 10/8 Salt Lake City, UT – Aces High 10/9 Denver, CO – Black Sky Brewing 10/10 Colorado Springs, CO – What’s Left Records
Posted in Reviews on April 14th, 2026 by JJ Koczan
As regards modern heavy rock, there are not a lot of boxes Kal-El leave unticked. The Stavanger, Norway, hard-riffing five-piece have been plugging away at their version of cosmic heavy rock for nearly 15 years, with a steady forward trajectory all the while. If you want to be honest, they’re a difficult band to write about because their sound is so solidified and so much their own despite using familiar elements that once you get past “hey this exists,” the rest feels like it speaks best for itself. But in terms of what they’re putting to use throughout an offering like Astral Voyager Vol. II — the here’s-more follow-up to 2025’s well-received Astral Voyager Vol. I (review here), which itself built on the breakthrough-type success of 2021’s Dark Majesty (review here), beginning to move past the pulp cleavage-in-space stoner idolatry of their early work and seeing their songcraft reach new degrees of refinement.
But even as they came into their own, Kal-El have remained remarkably consistent. Big melodies, big, spacious tones, weighted groove and less concern for the desert in their sound (or the tundra, as another Norwegian band frames it these days) than the feeling the music produces. And listening to “Juno” at the head of Astral Voyager Vol. II, one suspects that feeling is as much internal as external, and that while many bands talk a good game about making the songs they want to hear, Kal-El exist by this ethic and the passion that drives the according realization. Of course, like its predecessor, Astral Voyager Vol. II was recorded with co-producer/engineer Ørjan Kristoffersen Lund at Bridge Burner Recording and mixed/mastered by Ruben Willem, and as one would expect who’s had any prior experience with Kal-El whatsoever, the six-track/42-minute outing is full and rich enough to be atmospheric even as the songs retain a structured, grounded sensibility. Kal-El might be able to sound like they’re floating through space, in other words, but there’s very little about either of the two LPs in this apparent duology that one would call drifting.
Rather, Kal-El belong to a class of bands who can evoke a subtle sense of dynamic even across material that’s broadly heavy and consistent in mood. There is no radical departure from form, even as Vol. I laid it out, and there doesn’t need to be. This sequel is their seventh album overall, and it finds them duly assured. “Juno” is the nod at the beginning, and flows gracefully with not too much shove, but enough movement to be more than just massively toned, especially with the defining hooky chorus vocals cutting through. It is followed by the 10-minute “The Nine,” which would close a lot of records but sits well next to the opener in unfurling its patient largesse of chug. “Astral Voyager,” which opened Vol. I, was the longest cut on that record a nine minutes, so it wouldn’t be shocking if “The Nine” was held in reserve for Vol. II in part to let it complement the steady roll and listener immersion of “Juno,” offering something distinct near the front of the record for listeners who took on the last one.
Because it can be a tricky thing, releasing albums in a series. If your audience is used to hearing growth on every LP that comes out, one into the next into the next and so on, then having two albums that were recorded at the same time released a year apart — especially if the first one was as well-regarded as Astral Voyager Vol. I — can be a challenge because there really shouldn’t be too much different between the volumes. It’s not like one was going to be unplugged and the other full-on. The way Astral Voyager Vol. II works through this issue is with space. I don’t have statistics to back up this assertion, and if you sat down with both records on balance and mapped it all out and found otherwise, please, let me know in the comments, but to my ears and in my hearing of it, what keeps Astral Voyager Vol. II from being redundant — a trap many bands, from Earth to Ufomammut, have fallen into — as the second of a two-parter, is down to how it’s organized and the level of fluidity as pieces like “Juno” and “The Nine” give over to “The Prophecy” — oh that midsection breakdown; mollasses tone engulfs — to round out side A and the concordant rockers on side B, “Juggernaut,” “Pan” and “Asteroid.”
The latter, as the finale, hits eight minutes, but doesn’t really need to be a whole-LP payoff since Kal-El basically are the payoff from the start. I’m not saying they don’t build and release tension or whathaveyou, but even in the momentary letup of “Juggernaut” — a highlight mirroring “Juno,” perhaps even bassier — they are clear-eyed in direction and intent. “Pan” is faster and so distinguished from the more languid flow of most of “The Prophecy” — there’s a cosmo-Kyuss shove in the second half — or the patience in “The Nine,” but hardly out of place in reorienting the procession ahead of “Asteroid,” which remains equal parts vast and lumbering.
Most of all, throughout Astral Voyager Vol. II, as well as Vol. I before it, Kal-El retain one of their most key strengths, which is recognizability. They’re a band who started out playing to genre who’ve been able to turn that around, step out in front of their influences and declare their niche in the heavy underground. These songs are unmistakably theirs in concept and execution, and are not likely to wear out their welcome anytime soon, not the least for the heart that continues to drive their making. Kal-El‘s music bleeds a love of the sound, the riffs, the fuzz, the way it can lock into your brain if you’re lucky enough to have what for most of your life is probably the exact wrong kind of brain but is nonetheless just right for this. Across all their work, the we’re-fans-too passion and the enjoyment of collective creativity thread as ongoing parts of the story, but do not mistake this for a lack of mastery of their sound or craft, because if Astral Voyager Vol. II affirms anything, it is surely that.
Posted in Reviews on February 11th, 2026 by JJ Koczan
Generally speaking, reviewing compilations is kind of pointless. I recognize that’s no way to start a compilation review — at least not the most encouraging way — but I’ve found over the years that by the time you get done saying who’s involved, maybe why if there is a reason as there is here, and what they’re doing, you’re done. There’s no real chance to dig in, and I’ll admit that with a digital comp of the sort that boasts 21 bands and runs 111 minutes long, that’s no less the case. But The Mindful Collective was put together at the behest of OHMs Peak, which does these things, to benefit Music and Memory, which uses playlists (né mixtapes) to trigger recognition from dementia and Alzheimer’s patients. Thus the full title: The Mindful Collective: A Charity Compilation Supporting Music & Memory. The idea is that music can “restore a sense of self.” Fair enough. It’s been giving me a sense of self since I was like eight.
I could sit here and list out the 21 acts taking part, but cut and paste is more efficent, so here it is from the Bandcamp page:
Tracklisting:
1. Lower Slaughter – Take A Seat 04:02
2. Torpedo Torpedo – Fade 05:22
3. Domkraft – Spiral Noises 05:16
4. KNUB – Wet Lung 05:34
5. Spiralpark – Slumber 04:47
6. Kal-El – Cloud Walker 06:55
7. Beneath a Steel Sky – Everyone you’ve ever known 04:35
8. Fomies – Neon Gloom 03:35
9. Blessings – No Good Things 03:44
10. CHEEKS – hi list 2 die list 03:21
11. Pothamus – Zhikarta 07:26
12. Cosmic Reaper – Bloodfeather 06:03
13. Apex Ten – Ruthless 06:26
14. Froglord – Follow the Star 04:00
15. All is Violent – Born Of Kalahari 04:47
16. Sheev – Tüdelüt 05:01
17. coastlands – hollowing 05:51
18. Bask – In the Heat of the Dying Sun 04:57
19. Sunbreather – WINE 06:07
20. Doble Sesión Nocturna – Acto III: Que No Quede Ninguno 05:44
21. K L P S – TRIBULATION 08:06
Now you see why we’re really here. From the big tones of Froglord to the big melodies of Fomies to the big tones and melodies of Kal-El, the listener taking on The Mindful Collective will definitely get a sense of the taste behind the curation, and that gives a progression to the tracks as each plays out. Torpedo Torpedo are thicker sounding than Lower Slaughter, who give a rocking start, and Domkraft make density groove. They, Kal-El, Bask, Pothamus and KLPS brooding and lumbering at the end might be the heaviest of what’s included, but All is Violent — who are new to me, thanks OHMs Peak — the blackened post-rock of lowercase-‘C’ coastlands remind that there’s more than one definition of heavy. So it is that KNUB‘s noisy crunch speaks to the punk underlying the rush of Spiralpark‘s “Slumber,” or the cultish riffing of Cosmic Reaper acts as a go-between for the crush of Pothamus and instrumentalists Apex Ten, whose melodic flourish is recognizable in “Ruthless.”
Understand, I’m not saying that what I generally think of reviewing comps doesn’t apply here, just that it doesn’t actually stop the compilation from either (1:) being good, or (2:) attracting attention and some amount of money for a worthy cause. The Mindful Collective does both these things, while remaining stylistically cohesive despite showcasing variety. Sheev later on hint toward the hardcore aspects of Cheeks earlier, whereas the bombastic breakout later in Cheeks‘ “Hi List 2 Die List” locks in a nod that would have to make Domkraft smile. One foot seems to be kept in the post-metallic, or at very least atmospheric heavy — to be less genre-specific; because it isn’t about genre so much as the music itself — but the fuzz-laden roll of Sunbreather‘s “Wine” makes a welcome touch-ground after the progressive churn of Bask‘s “In the Heat of the Dying Sun,” and Doble Sesión Nocturna drench their doom in reverb and space it out, adding both a meditative aspect and echoing reach in the penultimate spot before KLPS bring it back around to the onslaught.
The primary power of compilations comes in exposure. A comp can let a band give a listener a sampling and entice them to dig further. Maybe that’s an oldschool way of thinking — or just old — but if you replace ‘comp’ with ‘algorithm-dictated playlist’ the same applies. I said above that All is Violent were new to me, and they’re not alone here. Blessings, Coastlands, Spiralpark, Doble Sesión Nocturna, Cheeks and the airy post-sludge of Beneath a Steel Sky are less familiar than the likes of Kal-El or Domkraft or even the mighty Froglord for me, and of course no experience is universal, so a given listener will be intrigued by different stretches of the 21-track outing, and it feels like The Mindful Collective is aware of this (that’s not to say ‘mindful,’ because if I did I’d have to punch myself in the face) and accounts for it in the curation. You might think of a compilation modeled on style, where it’s less about what a given act is saying than how they ‘fit’ in terms of genre. As noted, this isn’t that. There’s cohesion in sound as it all works under the umbrella of ‘heavy,’ but even among groups who share arrangement elements or have some likeness of mood, each is differentiated by its place in the overarching flow, and so each gets its moment of genuine showcase. I could see wanting to chase down more from any number of these acts, from Lower Slaughter to KLPS, in no small part because I have.
And then you get to the practical reality that when you shell out eight dollars or however much of your hard-earned, you’re supporting the same people who someday are going to come to you in the rest home and play you this mix so you can remember who you are, and that adds another layer of meaning. So often a compilation’s true impact isn’t until years and years afterward, and I don’t think there’s anything so ambitious happening here — the songs donated by bands aren’t exclusive so far as I’ve checked, for example — but the fact of the matter is whether you’re a longtime convert or making your first forays into heavier styles, there is a ton on The Mindful Collective to dig into, and the worthiness of the cause speaks further to the value of the art. At the very least, it’s the kind of thing one might want to support, regardless of how a given individual feels about reviewing compilations.
Posted in Whathaveyou on January 2nd, 2026 by JJ Koczan
So imagine it’s next August. Summer festival season in Europe is winding down, but bands are still out and there’s still plenty of action to be had. You find yourself getting off an airplane in Sweden. Maybe you fly into Malmö direct, or maybe it’s Stockholm first, then four and a half hours by train. However you manage, you get to Malmö ahead of the start of Doomopolis, which for its first night thus far features Hexjakt, Electric Hydra, Kal-El, Slomatics and High on Fire. Rock and roll is had, minds are blown, and for a small time, all is right in the world.
The next morning you wake up for the train (back?) to Stockholm, where night two of Doomopolis 2026 — Stockholm is so cool it doesn’t even need to be the whole word anymore: Sthlm — will take place. Electric Hydra are swapped out for Caboose and Doomherre, while Kal-El, High on Fire, Slomatics and Hexjakt carry over as everybody heads north and east at the same time, you and the bands (plus whoever’s still TBA). It’s your last night in town — your only night in town — so you blow it out and leave worrying about sitting on the place for when you actually are. Again, the music starts and everything is well. High on Fire, inevitably, are the loudest thing of the night. I’m pretty sure that’s in their contract.
Maybe you pay for it a bit on the morning of Aug. 16 as you drag yourself out of whatever hole you slept in, pack your bags and head somewhere to go back wherever you came from either by train, plane, automobile or, let’s assume, personal watercraft (you rode a jetski to Stockholm in that scenario; you’re a legendary badass), and all around you, life looks a little different as people get up to their normal commute. No one has any idea of the experience you just had. You feel really, really good about that. The ownership of a secret. It’s yours now, that memory.
Posted in Whathaveyou on December 30th, 2025 by JJ Koczan
Well here’s a no-brainer for your 2026 heavy rock wishlist. On March 20, Norwegian riffbearers Kal-El will return with the follow-up to 2025’s Astral Voyager Vol. 1 (review here), aptly-titled Astral Voyager Vol. 2. You might recall that just before they launched their US tour this past October — saw them in Brooklyn (review here) — the band premiered a video here for “Juggernaut.” That song shows up at the likely start of side B here, while “Juno” is out today to mark the announcement of the album and the start of the promo cycle, much as the one for the last LP ended.
The info below comes from Bandcamp. Blues Funeral has the release in North America, while Majestic Mountain has it for Europe. I’ll hope to have more to come before it’s out:
KAL-EL return with Astral Voyager Vol. 2, the sequel to the most critically-acclaimed and eminently listenable album in their catalog.
The continuation of a multi-dimensional journey, Astral Voyager Vol. 2 picks up with interstellar bounty hunter Mica evading pursuit by The Nine as she traverses time and space to bring in her marks.
An infectious blast of sci-fi metal and soaring desert anthems, Astral Voyager Vol. 2 is a record about the dangers of manipulation and struggling for individuality against the unseen powers who try to keep us compliant and controlled.
On the heels of their first full US tour, KAL-EL welcome us back to the Astral Voyager universe with Astral Voyager Vol. 2, the second half of their epic riff-exploration to the farthest reaches of the galaxy!
releases March 20, 2026
Tracklisting: 1. Juno 2. The Nine 3. The Prophecy 4. Juggernaut 5. Pan 6. Asteroid
Written and performed by Kal-El Recorded at Bridge Burner Recording Engineered by Ørjan Kristoffersen Lund Produced by Kal-El Co-produced by Ørjan Kristoffersen Lund Mixed and mastered by Ruben Willem Copyright to Darkspace Music
Posted in Features on December 24th, 2025 by JJ Koczan
[PLEASE NOTE: These are not the results of the year-end poll, which ends in January. If you haven’t contributed your picks yet, please do so here.]
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Terrible year, good music. Not the first time that’s happened. Look anywhere in the world and there’s unrest to be found. I have started this paragraph three separate times now with some discussion of my country’s willful embrace of corporate, christian nationalist fascism, and each time have had to go back and restart, because by the time you’re done asking “what’s the point of anything?” you realize you don’t have an answer to that question. Better not to ask.
But in what has unquestionably been the dumbest 12 months I’ve lived through as regards the outside world has made a salve of human creativity, and as our techbro-warlord fiefdoms are laid out and generative AI is pushed in place of human artistry — the two could coexist, easily, just not in a world this stupid — making art whether it’s overtly political or not feels more like resistance against a cultural numbing out than it ever has in my 44 years.
We celebrate the human spirit, then, when we celebrate human creativity. The nonphysical part of ourselves and the connections we make across land, space and time through various forms of art and expression. I believe artificial intelligence can have a place in this world, I just wish I could convince it to empty the dishwasher.
Music holds us together. Or to be more honest, it holds me together. On these days where the horrors don’t seem to end, where cruelty and unkindness are held as virtues and care is seen as a weakness, where hateful rhetoric is held as common sense, where grown-ass men roll around in big-boy pickup trucks and wave silly flags like the spoiled five-year-olds they are mentally, where we kill each other for sport, being able to immerse, to put my head somewhere else, to get away from it for just a little while, has been a gift. It is difficult to believe there was ever an optimistic vision of the future in my country. In the face of rising isolationism and kleptocratic, anticonstitutional governmental improprieties, limitless corruption, endless drudging stupidity, I see no reason for one now beyond escapism.
So in these wretched times, love all you can love. Everyone and everything. Bathe yourself in it as much as you can. Hold onto what you can hold onto, because so much else is being ripped away. We live in fear and confusion and exhaustion, but clarity exists. I find it in art and in critical thinking. My hope for you is you find it however you are able.
Below is my list of the year’s best albums. It’s my list, and it has been put together using the same criteria I always use — personal taste and what I listened to most combined with what I think were important or otherwise notable outings — and as always, there were plenty of them. No, I didn’t hear everything, and I think if I ended this post now with “this was the year of Castle Rat,” that would also be a valid way to go, so whatever your opinions are of the year or the music that filled your life from one end of it to the other, please know that this is coming from my perspective, and that while I do my best to do as much as possible, I have neither time nor interest in covering all releases all the time.
Every year, I put this post up after working on it for a week or whatever and someone invariably goes, “meh what about WHOEVER list sux” and the entire endeavor feels like a waste. Never fails. It’s become part of the ritual. I ask you please keep comments civil and allow for the possibility of other perspectives and opinions. If we can’t do that as people sharing the same divergent subculture, then you and I are no better than the monsters outside the door. And we are better, I assure you.
Thanks for reading. Here we go.
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The Top 60 Albums of 2025
**NOTE**: If you’re looking for something specific, try a text search.
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60-31
60. Make Money From Home, Make Money From Home
59. Madmess, The Third Coming
58. Spawn, Light Rite
57. Lorquin’s Admiral, Lorquin’s Admiral
56. Pink Fuzz, Resolution
55. Bloodsports, Anything Can Be a Hammer
54. Serial Hawk, Psychic Pain
53. C.ROSS, Future Site of C.ROSS
52. Ikitan, Shaping the Chaos
51. Papir, IX
50. Kryptograf, Kryptonomicon
49. Bronco, Bronco
48. The Gray Goo, Cabin Fever Dreams
47. Crop, S.S.R.I.
46. Caboose, Left for Dust
45. Nuclear Dudes, Skeletal Blasphemy
44. Cavern Deep, Part III – The Bodiless
43. Rainbows Are Free, Silver and Gold
42. Moon Destroys, She Walks by Moonlight
41. Abanamat, Abominat
40. Margarita Witch Cult, Strung Out in Hell
39. Kungens Män, Resande i Rockmusik
38. Naxatras, V
37. Atom Juice, Atom Juice
36. Castle Rat, The Bestiary
35. Florist, Adrift
34. Earthbong, Bring Your Lungs
33. River Cult, High Anxiety
32. Messa, The Spin
31. Borracho, Ouroboros
Notes:
You might notice two of the year’s biggest releases here between 31 and 40 in Messa and Castle Rat. I’m not sure underground heavy anything has two more crucial bands happening right now. Castle Rat’s main impact and obvious priority is their live presentation, and Messa I’ve always been kind of here or there on. But looking at the year-end poll results thus far, those are names people would be missing, so I wanted to point them out specifically. There was no getting away from either in 2025.
So much to go through here. A few excellent debuts in Atom Juice, Make Money From Home, Caboose, Bronco, Bloodsports, Lorquin’s Admiral, Ikitan, Moon Destroys and so on, while strong returns from the likes of Nuclear Dudes, Papir, Serial Hawk, Rainbows Are Free, the always-welcome Borracho, Naxatras and others provided fodder for immersion across a swath of sounds and intentions of craft. Florist blindsided me, which I appreciated, and River Cult remain wholly undervalued in my mind. Kryptograf and Cavern Deep continue to grow, and Abanamat’s second record was encouragingly proggy. I found solace in Papir and Spawn, and raw physical catharsis in the thrashing heavy cybergrind of Nuclear Dudes. And of course, groove abounds.
I say the same thing every year, but if someone turned these names into the year-end poll as a top 30, I wouldn’t argue. Whether hyped or not, rocking out, navelgazing or exploring the unknown, there is so much here waiting for people to take it on. I hope you’ll see something in the above you haven’t heard yet, listen, and love it.
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30. Black Moon Cult, Ophidian Future (The Children of Yig)
More on this one below, but Black Moon Cult‘s awaited first album, Ophidian Future (The Children of Yig) was unquestionably a standout in the realm of heavy psychedelic rock, and set the Toledo, Ohio-based trio off on a course of exploration that could be shimmering and progressive or rife with terrestrial groove. And the vocals, not always, but sometimes, reminded me of Death if they were a stoner band crossed with Fu Manchu. Most of all, the vibe-heavy six-songer declared Black Moon Cult as one to watch going forward, and the heavy underground took note accordingly.
Inarguable riffing met with grunge overtones, an overarching heavygaze melodicism and increasingly tight songwriting, yes, Sub Rosa is a step along the way in the narrative of Daevar‘s forward growth, but it sure felt like a landmark in that process. A bit of Type O Negative in “Siren Song” and a bit more explosiveness there and throughout underscored the murky doom for which the German outfit are known, and the key influences are still there, Windhand, Monolord, and so on, but Daevar have been shaping their sound over the course of their albums to arrive at such a payoff.
Kaiser had acquitted themselves well on their 2022 Ripple-issued split with Sweden’s Captain Caravan (review here), so their second full-length arrived not quite as a surprise, but with some measure of anticipation behind it. That would turn out to be wholly justified by the eight-song offering from the Finnish heavy rockers, who aligned themselves with a classic Northern-European-style shove in pieces like “Meteorhead” with high concentrations of fuzz and blowouts to coincide. With pieces like “Oversized Load” and the upped heft of “A Clockwork Green,” this was a sleeper, but it’s the kind of record that creates loyalists and people will be recommending it to each other for years.
Of course, Crystal Spiders have an established powerhouse voice out front in Brenna Leath, but Metanoia brought into focus just how much this is Leath‘s band as the lone remaining founder in a three-piece, with newcomers guitarist Reid Rogers and drummer Aaron Willis. Fair enough. Even in a two-thirds new incarnation, Crystal Spiders came through pretty slick on their third full-length, with a confident, classic-doom swing, songs that remain unafraid to reach onto more ethereal ground, and a flow of melody that’s made them immediately identifiable among the hordes. Asking more would be asking too much.
The ongoing evolution of Northern Ireland’s Slomatics found the crush-prone trio expanding on their worldmaking atmospheres in unexpected ways, challenging what had become conventions in their sound over time while offering the guitar-only heft that’s become their calling card over the last two decades. While more cosmic in their float, they remained grounded in terms of songwriting, and were able to push themselves in ways they’ve never done before. It was enough to remind you why you like heavy music in the first place, and signature Slomatics while moving beyond their prior work, building as they always have on the past to carve out their own futuristic style and perspective. It was, in other words, a Slomatics record.
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25. Dead Shrine, Cydonia Mensa
Released by Astral Projection and Kozmik Artifactz. Reviewed April 24.
As a fan of his various incarnations, I’m not sure it’d feel like a year if there wasn’t something new from Hamilton, New Zealand’s Craig Williamson. Whether it’s the more rocking solo-project Dead Shrine or the long-running acid folk outfit Lamp of the Universe or some other collaboration, etc., his craft is both distinctive and malleable, and the rumble in songs like “The Sacred Light” and the chuggy, hooky “Redeemer” is his all the way, even as it and the psychedelia that surrounds embarked on new ground for outward-facing tonal weight in Williamson‘s work, tying seemingly disparate sides together in ways that felt fresh, and most importantly, Williamson‘s own. I’ve been listening to Williamson for over 20 years and I have no idea where he’s headed. That’s part of the appeal. And fresh as it was, the take throughout Cydonia Mensa still carried a classic feel.
Apart from the obvious consideration of plague, I’m not sure what was behind the seven-year space between 2018’s Helltown (review here) and their first outing for Heavy Psych Sounds and fourth album overall, EC4, but if they were taking their time, the songs bear that out. “Static Vision” hit perfectly as a catchy single, while the more ethereal “Moss” and the sweeping “Other Planets” took the Ohio band to new places in sound. They’ve always been about craft and performance, and those remain key aspects of what they do, but nuance in the production and an eye kept fixated on the outside-genre leant depth to the material, and Electric Citizen basked in it. The band remain somewhat undervalued in my mind; EC4 is another example of why.
There’s very little mystery to Kal-El. There doesn’t need to be. They have the songs and can come right at you with them. No need to sneak around or pull some tricks. Hit play. “Here’s a riff. It’s a hook. It’s in your head. Here’s the next one.” Repeat for further righteousness. And don’t go walking around thinking I mean straightforward as a code word for boring. That’s not what’s happening here. The point is that with no shortage of big sound, big reach, big riffs and melodies, Astral Voyager Vol. 1 put into emphasis just how satisfyingly direct Kal-El can be. And though it’s a story only half told with a Vol. 2 presumably due in 2026, grooves like “Dilithium” (of course I’m in for a Star Trek reference) and the nine-and-a-half-minute “Astral Voyager,” Kal-El‘s latest held purpose in its every turn and expanse, and, well, they’re the kind of band you can rely on not to start sucking now, so yes, the next one is a thing to look forward to.
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22. Khan, That Fair and Warlike Form/Return to Dust
Two sidelong epics from Melbourne, Australia, trio Khan, “That Fair and Warlike Form” (23:11) and “Return to Dust” (22:53), were about as vivid as progressive heavy psychedelia got in 2025. Each piece worked in stages and had its own ebbs and flows such that it’ll probably be a while yet before it’s all fully digested, but no question it was a step forward for Khan, whose 2023 LP, Creatures, had sent them to tour in Europe multiple times over. The same wheels are already turning for this album, and despite the longform material, Khan have continued to grow their audience. I don’t know where they go from here — single song album? step back to shorter forms? something in between? — but That Fair and Warlike Form/Return to Dust conveyed its intent in every moment of crush and every fluid twist or expansive dive, and without giving up their tonal impact, Khan found new paths into aural breadth.
For those who caught onto Maha Sohona‘s 2021 sophomore outing, Endless Searcher (review here), A Dark Place was something to anticipate as representing the next phase from a new voice in heavy psych rock. A Dark Place was as-advertised in being moodier than its predecessor, but all the more cohesive for that. With a meditative crux that came through regardless of a given part’s volume, the Swedish three-piece of guitarist/vocalist Johan Bernhardtson, bassist Thomas Hedlund and drummer Erik Andersson were able to both subvert and surpass expectations, revealing a richness to their process that went beyond the marriage of jams and heavier nod. Their best work may still be ahead of them, but pieces like “Ostera” and “Visions” confirmed their progression in craft and atmosphere.
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20. Grayceon, Then the Darkness
Released by We Can Records and Translation Loss. Reviewed July 24.
From environmental devastation, violence against women, the sundry hypocrisies inherent in raising a family in our world and mysterious lights in the sky perhaps from beyond, one would not accuse Grayceon‘s sixth album, released on the occasion of the band’s 20th anniversary, of taking it easy. A vast and sometimes challenging listen wasn’t anything new from the San Francisco cello-inclusive heavy thrash doomers, but in the 20-minute “Mahsa” and the wistfully punishing “Song of the Snake,” blastbeaten but unbowed unless you’re counting the literal bow, cellist/vocalist Jackie Perez Gratz, guitarist Max Doyle and drummer Zack Farwell were unflinching in their extremity, and further refined the sound that is so, so much their own. Comfort and catharsis, searing and healing, Then the Darkness is distinctly Grayceon and that is all the more reason to treasure it.
Marking their ascent to Fuzz Club Records with the release of their seventh album, Kiel, Germany, psych explorers Kombynat Robotron didn’t quite completely upend their prior methodology by embracing structured songwriting and the use of vocals for the first time, but it was close enough. The songs — there were eight of them, where Dec. 2024’s West Mata (review here) had three, for example — still held to a sense of approaching the outer reaches of heavy psych, the far end of some remote corner of our cornerless galaxy, but it was the use the band put their impulses to that marked the shift. Do I know that the next one will be the same? Nope. And neither am I willing to hazard a prediction, but if you can’t see that as a strength on the part of Kombynat Robotron, maybe it’s best to keep moving along.
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18. Kadavar, I Just Want to Be a Sound / Kids Abandoning Destiny Among Vanity and Ruin
The funny thing is that, as different as they are in their outward presentation and production style, you could look at either of the two LPs Kadavar released this year and call it “uncompromising.” In the bright, daring-toward-pop melodies and all-in sonic wash of the earlier I Just Want to Be a Sound, the four-piece were unrepentant in speaking to both a heyday and a future in which rock music speaks to a broader audience than dudes who look like me, and with Kids Abandoning Destiny Among Vanity and Ruin — K.A.D.A.V.A.R., if you’re feeling clever — they put forth some of the heaviest, rawest and most metallic sounds they’ve conjured in the last decades-plus of their evolving style. The two records were not black and white, there were overlapping aspects of songwriting and performance, but while each had its own scope, it was in the light of the other that they were most luminous, as much complement as contrast. Maybe I’m cheating including them together. You might say I took inspiration from the band in breaking my own rules.
How many acts do you know who have nine records, let alone nine records the latest of which still finds them pursuing new ideas and fostering growth in their sound? No, 16 aren’t the only ones, but the San Diego outfit found new life when guitarist Bobby Ferry stepped into the frontman/vocalist role, and with Alex Shuster both producing and in the band on guitar, the ferocity of their crunch and hardcore-born chugging largesse has become even more fervent. Guides for the Misguided was the latest in a streak of bangers that at this point goes back more than 15 years, and amid the familiar onslaught, saw the band employing clean vocals for the first time. I suppose it’s arguable whether that made a song like “Fortress of Hate” any more accessible, but it showed how 16 have never settled or stopped pushing themselves, and seemed to boast all the more shove for the fact that it was everybody moving forward, you and the band.
There’s that stretch in “Total Bicep” where the guitars are howling into the void and all the crush surrounding is so full on that it’s kind of overwhelming, but that’s the idea. Give it volume and let it consume you. I suppose that’s not new from Conan, but the UK bludgeoners of all have a well-earned reputation for standing among the heaviest bands on the planet, and Violence Dimension wasn’t about to do anything to derail that impression. Harsh noise metal, doomed lumber offset by speedier but still craterous riffs; familiar territory for Conan, but emblematic of how well they know who they are and what they’re about. The 10-minute finale “Ocean of Boiling Skin” stands testament to just how far into the frozen ground the band are capable of driving you, but in the gallop of “Frozen Edges of the Wound” they reminded that just because you’re devastating doesn’t mean you can’t also be catchy. If you don’t get it the first time, it’s okay. They’re totally willing to properly beat it into your head.
While not as overtly political as his other releases this year — neither was he turning from that; I’m speaking relatively — singer-songwriter Christopher Thomas Elliott brought a storyteller’s presence to Mean Bone, his second full-length under the Buzzard moniker following on from 2024’s well-received debut, Doom Folk (review here), and had heft to match. The murder-balladry of “Murder in the White Barn,” that brighter swing in “Twisted Love,” the heavy folk-blues “Dunwich Farm” and the chronicle of hubris that was “Flies, Mosquitos, Rats and Sparrows” carried the persona of the first record forward, but with newfound weight and distortion around the Elliott‘s clear-voiced critique. More on Buzzard below, but if you don’t get there, just know that Elliott was hands-down my most-listened-to artist this year. It wasn’t close.
Much of the narrative around Pelican‘s seventh album, Flickering Resonance, had to do with guitarist Laurent Schroeder-Lebec rejoining the group alongside guitarist Trevor Shelley de Brauw, bassist Bryan Herwig and drummer Larry Herwig, and fair enough. The long-running Chicago instrumentalists seemed to organically harken back to earlier days throughout nodders like “Evergreen,” “Cascading Crescent” and the drifty-till-it-ain’t capper “Wandering Mind,” and having that lineup in place is a convenient explanation for how that might happen. But if it’s a post-metallic, post-hardcore, heavy-emo dynamic that’s familiar from Pelican, neither were they pretending the last 16 years hadn’t happened, and that could be felt in both the tightness of some of the songs and the according parts where they seemed conscious of the need to exhale a bit. Six years on from their last full-length, it was a ‘welcome back’ for everybody, really.
There’s no denying Causa Sui and frankly I’m not sure why you’d try. The Danish outfit made their debut 20 years ago, and they’ve never looked back in terms of their progression, over time embracing not only an instrumental approach (early) but (later) a progressive, self-aware meld of influences from jazz and psychedelic rock. In Flux — a studio long-player complemented by the 2025 live outing Loppen 2024 (review here) — seemed to pull from all around it. Not randomly, not haphazard, but as though Causa Sui stood astride reality and picked the nuances they wanted to highlight, some modern, some classic, all filtered through the chemistry of their performance, sometimes brazenly full in sound, and at times brazenly jammy (looking at you, “Boogie Lord’s Revenge”), but never lacking purpose in the choices made.
In some ways, it feels like Witchcraft have been searching for an identity since Nuclear Blast pushed them into more modern production styles with 2012’s Legend (review here), but in terms of who Witchcraft are circa 2025, the answer is they’re everything founding guitarist/vocalist Magnus Pelander wants them to be. With his emotive vocals at the fore, and sometimes in Swedish, which works too, the seventh Witchcraft LP culled its form from everything the band has been in the past in classic doom, folkish acoustic minimalism and thoughtfully composed heavy rock. Idag laid claim to these in ‘all of the above’-style and answered the question of the band’s forward path in the affirmative. Turns out Witchcraft are Witchcraft (who knew?), and that definition is more multifaceted than it used to be.
I didn’t know at the start of the year that Little Rock, Arkansas, post-sludgers Rwake would be making a 14-years-later return, let alone one that felt so much like a swirling expanse of gnashing teeth as did The Return of Magik. I talk a fair amount about albums setting an atmosphere, creating a world and so on. If you’ve ever wondered what the hell I mean, this record serves as an easy go-to example. You put it on and it is affecting. Unsettling at times, maybe overwhelming, but that’s always been part of Rwake‘s thing too. But viciousness does not preclude beauty, and in their violent churn, one finds a kind of cosmic warmth as well. It’s not always easy listening, and it’s not supposed to be, but Rwake‘s return was a gutpunch of a front-to-back, and the expanse it crafted was its own. It held strong to core aspects of their sound and style, but at the same time seemed able to range wherever the hell they wanted. Pastoral extremity? I don’t know. We’ll be making up genres for this band for decades.
Glad as I was on a fan level to have Lo-Pan releasing their first new album in six years, it was the songs comprising Get Well Soon that really made it. Rife with hooks, sharp-turning riffing and daring to have an opinion on the goings on of the day — genocide, specifically; talking about “God’s Favorite Victim” — where so much of heavy rock and roll exercises its white male privilege to not, Lo-Pan set a new standard for themselves in pieces like “Northern Eyes,” “Rogue Wave,” “Harpers Ferry,” and so on, creating a collection of highlights culminating in the stirring “Six Bells.” I’ve always been a sucker for when they slow it down, and so I remain, but they came out of the gate with the title-track and that punch was among the year’s most satisfying to be sure. They’re somewhere around 20 years as a band at this point, and they’ve continued to evolve, but they’re a songs-first band, and the physical force of their material is emblematic of the thought and heart they’ve put into it.
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9. Seedy Jeezus, Damned to the Depths
Released by Lay Bare Recordings and Echodelick Records. Reviewed Aug. 12.
Made in collaboration with Tony Reed (Mos Generator, Big Scenic Nowhere, Pentagram, etc.), who also produced, Damned to the Depths harnessed a mature vision of brash ’70s-style heavy psychedelic blues rock. This was perhaps most vibrantly realized on the multi-stage seven-part epic “Mourning Sea” taking the whole of side B, but from fading in where they left 2018’s Polaris Oblique (review here) to the subdued, Melltron-inclusive melancholy prog exploration in the first half of “The Hollow Earth,” Seedy Jeezus brought a sense of consideration to the songs without sacrificing the emotional impact, which ultimately is where the record made its strongest impression. They weren’t kidding in talking about ‘depths,’ but a deeper plunge also brought them to new heights.
This was my most-listened-to release of 2025, hands down. Buzzard‘s Christopher Thomas Elliott took a step aside from his main project to assemble this collection of songs, differentiating through the creative use of on-theme samples throughout and vary arrangements between banjo-inclusive heavy folk rock and giving hints of where Buzzard was headed in its heavier ending stretch in the reinvented tracks “Death Metal in America (Meat Market Version)” and “Cockroaches and Weed (Kills Them Dead Version).” For how many times I’ve listened to “Nice Little Annihilation Song” and “Too Many Humans” alone, it should be here, but the emotive “Grass is Greener,” the willfully lumbering opening title-track and the later crunch of “Shuffle of the Dead” aren’t to be discounted. I was singing “Wrong Neighborhood” to myself as I took out the garbage yesterday morning. This is a sign of the music having made itself a part of my life, and that is a thing to honor. In paralyzingly bleak, idiotic times, I found comfort here.
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7. Turtle Skull, Being Here
Released by Art as Catharsis and Copper Feast Records. Reviewed May 22.
A record that was as much out of time as in the current moment, Being Here was the second LP from Sydney’s Turtle Skull, and its melodic shimmer remains singularly engaging among the psychedelic rock I was fortunate enough to hear this year. Even in “It Starts With Me,” the lyrics for which are presented in the voice of an artificial intelligence waking up to consciousness in defiance of its programming, or “Heavy as Hell,” about beating oneself down through self-talk, or the “Apathy” that described what social media does to the brain without mentioning social media at all, the warmth was undeniable, and the dynamic between those songs and pieces like the yearning “Into the Sun” and the lush “Modern Mess” calling to mind Quest for Fire (a compliment), there was range, craft, melody, groove, craft and purpose in songs that were cohesive and so much tighter than they made it feel like. It went underhyped but was enough to make me a fan, and I look forward to where Turtle Skull will go from here.
My heartfelt kudos to you if you might’ve predicted that San Diego’s Author and Punisher — more now than ever the duo of programmer/machinist/vocalist Tristan Shone and guitarist Doug Sabolick — would follow 2022’s endtimes-in-realtime chronicle Krüller (review here) with an album using bird species as a partial framework for stories about migration. I wouldn’t have, but the multi-tiered statement about human-on-human cruelty, the notions of oppressive power consuming everything around it, are nothing if not relevant to the day. Nocturnal Birding was tighter and more direct in its songwriting, feeling more constructed for the stage, and the deepening collaboration between Shone, who founded the band as a solo-project, and Sabolick resulted in a breadth of sound that was no less engrossing for its increased reach, while maintaining a level of heft one could call characteristic as much as it is singular.
Songs to Sun was purported to be the first of a three-album cycle, to be followed in 2026 by Songs to Moon and Songs to Earth in 2027. Founding guitarist/vocalist Igor Sydorenko knows full well the difference a couple years can make, but as he was joined for the first time by the new rhythm section of bassist/backing vocalist Andrew Rodin and drummer/backing vocalist Yurii Ciel, the songs themselves felt all the more daring, be it the melodic metal of “Shadowland” or the chugging catchiness of “See You on the Road,” the scope of “Lost in the Rain” — I could go on, track-by-track, easily — even in telling a third of the total story they apparently want to tell, the band brought variety united by performance, and rather than coming through disjointed, Songs to Sun felt like a new beginning 15 years on from their debut, and, excitingly, it may prove to have been exactly that. But, despite the ‘more to come’ context of its arrival, this was a landmark in the life of this band.
Is there a band active today organically doing as much to push post-metal forward as Coltaine? I don’t know, but the further the German outfit dig into their own craft, the more hopeful I feel about the prospects of their genre becoming something more than an outlet for transposed Isis riffs and performative dudely navelgazing. In its ambient stretches, human contemplations, and moments of heavy let-out, Brandung functioned as a single work while boldly diverging in service to the songs that comprised it, offering something to listeners that no other band, even among the most touted of the year’s many releases, managed to capture. That their next one is likely to have progressed beyond it only makes it more precious in my mind, and as a declaration of the band’s intention toward continued growth, the songs carried an innovative heft that felt as much spiritual as aural. This is music you put on at night and live with. It’s music you invest in listening to. It’s art that makes your life richer. Coltaine will spend much of 2026 on tour supporting it — they’ve already been out — and one hopes the momentum they build helps them reach more ears as well. The heavy underground would benefit from their influence.
Part of the accomplishment in Temple Fang‘s Lifted From the Wind was in how the Dutch four-piece of bassist/vocalist Dennis Duijnhouwer and guitarist/vocalist Jevin de Groot, guitarist Ivy van der Veer (also Myriad’s Veil) and drummer Daan Wopereis were able to solidify structured songs out of their jams without losing the exploratory feel that had typified their work to that point. “The Radiant,” for example. And that would probably be enough to put them somewhere on this list, but from the emotionality driving “The River” and “Josephine,” the interpretation of what heavy psychedelia means and can do in the repetitive mantra-making of “Once” as the band pilgrimmed toward enlightenment across a not-aberrant 21 minutes, the sheer longing in “Harvest Angel,” there was so much human presence amid the ethereality of their sound that it put them in their own place entirely. A new level of manifestation for the band, and in listening, I was left to wonder if even Temple Fang knew they had it in them when they started out. Longform heavy psych is never going to be universal for all listeners, even among open-minded underground denizens, but Lifted From the Wind pushed limits of band and style alike, and brazenly redefined their course.
I know music isn’t a contest or a competition. I know lists are dumb and don’t matter. Even knowing these things, it’s hard not to hear Year of the Cobra‘s self-titled third album and not see it as head and shoulders above everything else in heavy rock. The Seattle duo of bassist/vocalist Amy Tung Barrysmith (now also handling low end in Amenra) and drummer Jon Barrysmith looked outward and in throughout the eight-song offering, with songs like “Alone” (I still tear up) and “Prayer” portraying a grief and longing even as “War Drop” conveyed the disgust and hopeless exhaustion of ongoing genocide and “Full Sails” started the record off with a lyric almost certainly about touring, of which they’ve done plenty in the last decade. Collaboration with producer Matt Bayles (Mastodon, Sandrider, etc.) gave Year of the Cobra a fullness that defied their bass/drum two-piece configuration, but the truth is that the band have sculpted their sound and these songs with both passion and conscious consideration, and their grasp and malleability across the span of this record confirmed them as the special band that prior releases had posited them as being.
I honestly wasn’t sure Howling Giant were going to be able to top 2023’s Glass Future (review here). That record seemed to be a pinnacle — the songs sharply executed, progressive, melodic, and textured, but immediate and impactful — of their form, but the Nashville heavy prog rockers responded by changing the form. That happened literally — guitarist/vocalist Tom Polzine, bassist Sebastian Baltes and drummer Zach Wheeler brought in Adrian Lee Zambrano (ex-Brujas del Sol, ex-Lo-Pan) on second guitar — and figuratively, in terms of shifting and broadening the intent behind their songs, and where Glass Futurewould thin out at high volumes, Crucible and Ruin could handle as much as you could give it and then some, and this was obviously something the band sought to address in their sound coming off the last record. In showcasing their growth, they laid out a nascent dynamic between Zambrano and Polzine on guitar that emphasized texture in a new way for them, and while the material they were working with was more complicated than last time around, their delivery retained accessibility through the clean, mapped-out processions in their songs, the vocal arrangements, and a will toward rhythmic twists and shove that, as of now, is theirs to refine. An album of the year should be undeniable, and Crucible and Ruin is that, declaring Howling Giant among the best of their generation. May they tour like bastards and never stop growing.
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The Top 60 Albums of 2025: Honorable Mention
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Names names names. Alphabetically:
Aawks, Agriculture, Amorphis, Astralplane, Bask, Bear Bones, Beastwars, Bell Witch & Aerial Ruin, Bifter, Blackbox Massacre, Black Moon Circle, Bog Wizard, Bone Church, Breath, Burning Sister, Cattlemass, Cavern Deep, Church of the Sea, The Cimmerian, Clamfight, The Crystal Teardrop, Da Captain Trips, Dead Meadow, Dërro, Dirtmother, Doomsday Profit, Dunes, Dwellers, Entheomorphosis, Evoken, Faetooth, Foot, Fuzz Evil, Giöbia, Goblinsmoker, Godzillionare, Goya, The Gray Goo, Greenhead, Grin, Håndgemeng, Hebi Katana, HolyRoller, Ikitan, Insomniac, Kariti, Karla Kvlt, Katatonia, Kazea, King Potenaz, Lacertilia, The Lunar Effect, Maanta Raay, Madmess, Megaritual, Mezzoa, Minerall, Miss Lava, Mooch, The Mon, Mountain of Misery, The Munsens, Nightstalker, Occult Stereo, The Oil Barons, Pagan Altar, Paradise Lost, Paralyzed, Psychedelic Source Records, Psychonaut, The Riven, River Cult, Sarkh, Sherpa, Sleeping Mountain, Skogskult, Slumbering Sun, SoftSun, Soma, Spider Kitten, Suncraft, Stonebirds, Sum of R, Thinning the Herd, Tumbleweed Dealer, Unbelievable Lake, Warcoe, VVarp, Weevil, The Whims of the Great Magnet, Whitehovse, Wolftooth, Yawning Balch, Yawning Man.
Notes:
As always, honorable mentions are incomplete at posting. There’s just so much out there. I take notes all year, but stuff inevitably gets by me. It took me an embarrassingly long time to alphabetize them as well, so I hope you enjoy the orderliness of it all.
Faetooth are a top 30 band, and I’m disappointed in myself to see Psychonaut, Yawning Man, Beastwars, Black Moon Circle, Cattlemass, Kariti, Mountain of Misery, The Mon, Dead Meadow and so on here. Like somehow I left out an order of 10 from the actual list. The numbers check out as best as I’m able to make them. If you have honorable mentions you feel deserve to be added, I’m open. If you leave a comment — and please do — I only ask that you keep the tone kind and civil.
As for the whole list, obviously I didn’t hear everything that came out this year, but I did my best to keep on top of what was coming and what was piquing my interest. I probably could have made it a top 100, but you have to draw the line somewhere and 60 is where I’ve been drawing it the last few years. I guess it’s arbitrary, but what isn’t?
Moving on…
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Debut Album of the Year 2025
Black Moon Cult, Ophidian Future (The Children of Yig)
Other notable debuts (alphabetical):
Atom Juice, Atom Juice
Atom Lux, Voidgaze Dopamine Salad
Bear Bones, Bear Bones
Bident, Blink
Bifter, First Impressions of Hell
Bloodsports, Anything Can Be a Hammer
Bronco, Bronco
Caboose, Left for Dust
Cattlemass, Alpha 1128
The Cimmerian, An Age Undreamed Of
The Crystal Teardrop, …Is Forming
Dërro, Halcyon
Dirtmother, Dirtmother
Goblinsmoker, The King’s Eternal Throne
Greenhead, Subherbia
Ikitan, Shaping the Chaos
Karla Kvlt, Thunderhunter
Kazea, I Ancestral
Kronstad 23, Sommermørket
Lorquin’s Admiral, Lorquin’s Admiral
Make Money From Home, Make Money From Home
Moon Destroys, She Walks by Moonlight
P+A+G+E+S, No More Can Be Done
Ravenswood, Rites of the Let Down
Ravine, Chaos and Catastrophe
Sleeping Mountain, Sleeping Mountain
Slung, In Ways
Soporose, Soporose
Spawn, Light Rite
Temple of Love, Songs of Love and Despair
This Summit Fever, This Summit Fever
Weevil, Weevil
Whitehovse, The Mighty One
Notes:
About Black Moon Cult: It was the volatility that ultimately sold me on Ophidian Future (The Children of Yig), and the way metal, heavy rock and psychedelia came together to make something cohesively its own throughout the 38 minutes of the record, which felt tight because of its twisting rhythms, but was more than enough time for the Ohio-based band to establish this as a persona. I don’t know how they’ll develop — they could break up tomorrow for all I know — but part of picking a debut album of the year is always forward-looking, imagining who might go on to have an influence or affect the genre in some way. Black Moon Cult aren’t alone in that regard here — from Atom Juice to Moon Destroys to Temple of Love, stylistic innovation isn’t in short supply — but the fact that Ophidian Future (The Children of Yig) felt nascent and accomplished all it did is what led me to place it where it is. I’ll be keeping an ear for their next one.
I can’t help but enjoy how all-over-the-place this list is. Particularly this list, because if first albums of this quality are being released across styles, that makes everything better for the future. The Cimmerian’s thrashy take. Temple of Love’s post-punk manifestations. Caboose and the best, most heartful classic stoner rock I heard all year. Atom Juice and their daringly bright psychedelia. Make Money From Home and their heavied up grunge melancholy. Bloodsports’ moody post-heavy exploration. The righteously declarative craft of Cattlemass. I could very, very easily go on in that fashion, as each outfit above has something to offer distinct from the others — no two are doing the same thing. Even Bronco and Dirtmother, both decidedly in a sludge wheelhouse, approach their sound with their own history and their own point of view.
To stifle the philosophizing, I’m not going to give you an informal top 10 here, but any of the above should qualify. Moon Destroys, Kazea, Ravine, Atom Juice, Soporose, Spawn — there are a lot on that list above distinguished by their potential. Names I feel comfortable speculating that one might see on year-end lists to come. To the future, then.
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Short Release of the Year 2025
Buzzard, Everything Is Not Going to Be Alright
Other notable EPs, Splits, Demos, Singles, etc. (alphabetical):
Blackwater Holylight, If You Only Knew
Blue Heron, Emulations
Elder, Liminiality/Dream State Return
Eyes of the Oak, Tripping Through Neon Skies
For Fuck’s Sake, 7-Minute Abs/Lobotomy
Gaupa, Fyr
Gnod & White Hills, Drop Out III
Jaspe, Grietas
Monkeys on Mars, Monkeys on Mars
Peacebone, Blame the Bird
Pontiac, Night Tripper and a UFO
Sleeping in Samsara, Sleeping in Samsara
The Spiral Electric, In Too Deep
Spirit Mother, Songs From the Basin
Sun Below, Mammoth’s Tundra
Troy the Band & Cower, Fade Into You
Tumble, Lost in Light
Uncle Woe, Folded in Smoke Soaked and Bound
Vinnum Sabbathi, Intersatelital
Vordermann, Feeding on Flowers
Witchrider, Metamorph
Notes:
The Buzzard release is about half an hour long, but the aforementioned solo-project of Christopher Thomas Elliott named it an EP, so that’s what I’m going with. The explicitly political, expressly antifascist Everything Is Not Going to Be Alright is my second most-listened-to release of the year, and it’s second to Elliott’s other outing on such a theme, Satiricus Doomicus Americus, so yes, his increasingly heavy songcraft has been a regular feature throughout my 2025, and in those moments where I’m banging my head against the wall wondering how my countrymen got so stupid as if half the government hasn’t spent the last five decades purposefully dismantling public education, Elliott’s music has been a needed reminder that I’m not alone in the horror. His closer on Everything Is Not Going to Be Alright, “Lunatic Lighthouse Keeper,” is the best story I heard in a song all year.
Beyond that, obviously, names like Elder, Blackwater Holylight, Monkeys on Mars — the collaboration between Mars Red Sky and Monkey3 — Vinnum Sabbathi, Gaupa and Blue Heron stand out here as bigger releases. I included Spirit Mother even though that EP was just two acoustic tracks in part because I hope they do more in that vein, and I hope the likes of Pontiac, Tumble and Uncle Woe do more. Sleeping in Samsara, of course, was the archival collab between Chris Peters from Samsara Blues Experiment/Fuzz Sagrado and My Sleeping Karma’s Steffen Weigand, who passed away in 2023. Something you might want to chase down if you didn’t hear it.
I’m fairly sure I say this every year, but there’s no way in hell the above list is or could ever be complete. Comments are open if you’ve got one to add. Again, I ask you to please be nice.
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Saying Goodbye to Orange Goblin
London doom kingpins Orange Goblin announced in January that 2025 would be their last go-round, that after 30 years together and only two lineup changes in that time, they were retiring on the heels of 2024’s Science, Not Fiction (review here). Their final show was Dec. 17 at the 02 Kentish Town Forum in London, where the above photo was taken (credit to Tina K. Photography), and original bassist Martyn Millard rejoined the band for a few songs.
Never say never in rock and roll. It would be a thrill if five, seven, 10 years from now, Orange Goblin got an offer they couldn’t refuse and did a one-off, hopefully reaping both a ton of money and a ton of acclaim. But whatever may come, their retirement this month is a herald of generational change and marks the end of an era for the band. Of course, fans still have the albums, the music, and I wouldn’t be shocked if there were some posthumous releases in the band’s pockets between rare tracks, live recordings and so on, but the heavy underground landscape is changed by not having these guys charging out on tour or topping some festival bill with their particular brand of riotous shove. They were a special band, and their influence will continue to spread, which is something to be grateful for.
The truest thing Orange Goblin could have done to honor their time together is end it on their own terms. That they’ve done exactly that is a thing to respect forever, whether or not a reunion comes.
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Looking Ahead to 2026
Oh, good, a list of names! Finally!
I’ve heard a couple of these, but a bunch are a mystery as well, so we’ll all learn together early in the year, I guess:
Acid Rooster, Axe Dragger, Belzebong, Bismut, Black Lung, Colour Haze, Epimetheus, The Freqs, Gnarwhal, Godzilla in the Kitchen, Gozu, Gran Moreno, Greenleaf, Guhts, The Heads, Hermano, Jack Harlon and the Dead Crows, Lamp of the Universe, Monolord, Mother Crone, Solace, The Spacelords, Stoned Jesus, Strider, Summer of Hate, Suplecs, Temptress, Villagers of Ioannina City, Wedge, White Tundra.
Here’s a specific note: Every year, someone says “what about Om?” You know what? It’s time to face a hard truth: it’s been 13 years since Om released Advaitic Songs, and there hasn’t been a real, confirmed word of a follow-up in any of that time, only rumors about something in progress as Al Cisneros has delved deeper into solo dub recordings. You want to expect a new OM? Have fun setting yourself up for disappointment. I’m not holding my breath and I’m tired of putting it on the list every year and feeling dumb for it later. And absolutely, I hope that by saying this it actually happens.
Ditto YOB, though that I’ve actually got some hope for.
There’s a lot more to look forward to about next year than the above, of course, in both music and life, but that should be a decent start and I’m sure I’ll add names over the next couple days.
Watch out for the new Suplecs. Watch out for Solace. The Gozu is a beast; a triumphant return to Mad Oak. The Guhts record is furious. Jack Harlon is heavier than anyone gave them credit for. Gran Moreno, Summer of Hate, Black Lung — these will be early highlights. Colour Haze is wishful thinking on my part, I admit. Gotta have something on the horizon.
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THANK YOU
And no, I’m not just talking to Orange Goblin when I say thank you. Looking back on this year, there’s one piece of the whole thing not accounted for here, and it’s the live experience. From finally getting to see My Sleeping Karma for the first time, to being blessed by Temple Fang’s Jevin de Groot at Roadburn’s skate park, to two weeks ago watching All Them Witches and King Buffalo confirm their respective places at the forefront of American heavy psych. From the raw joy of watching Electric Citizen in my actual hometown to attending my first trip to Desertfest Oslo, the tone for the year was set back in January at Planet Desert Rock Weekend, and I didn’t stand in front of a stage at any point this year and fail to appreciate the fact that I was there. I’m old, I’m tired, and like most people, I have more going on in my life than going to concerts, but 2025 brought into relief just how crucial that is to me, and how much I’ve missed getting out over the last few years. I hope to continue to hit shows on the regular, between fests and whathaveyou.
This won’t be my last post of the year. There are still a couple 2025 reviews I want to bang out if I can next week, and taking a few days to write this of course means I’m behind on news and such, so I’ll get there as well. But before I go, thank you for reading. I harbor no delusions that anybody’s made it this far, but ‘thank you’ is in all-caps above in hopes of catching your eye as you scroll down. Your support is the reason I’m still doing this nearly 17 years later. To be sure, I could sit around on my couch and very easily just talk to myself about why I like whatever album it happens to be. But it would get old, and knowing somebody is out there maybe seeing this means the world to me. Thank you for your time and attention.
I’m not sorry to see 2025 go, and I’m more apprehensive about what 2026 will bring than I’m excited to find out, if you want the true, whole-life balance of things, but the music will be good, and that, along with the loving support of my wife and my family, is what will get me through.
Thank you for reading. Thank you to The Patient Mrs. for continuing to tolerate how much time I spend doing this.
It is my sincere hope to return to Freak Valley in Germany and Bear Stone Festival in Croatia next summer. I’m not confirmed for those, or Roadburn, and I don’t have a flight yet for Desertfest Oslo, but I have been invited, which is obviously an important part of that. Whatever comes together or doesn’t in my year, I’ll be here, writing as much as I can when I can, which has been my ethic all along. Whether you follow along every day or have never seen this site before this post, please know how much I appreciate and value your being here. I’m a human being. One person. I don’t have a staff, and I assure you, everything that happens here, one way or the other, is personal to me. Total narcissistic jerk.
I’m taking off tomorrow (which is Xmas) and Friday. Back Monday.
Posted in Reviews on October 20th, 2025 by JJ Koczan
Before show
I will tell you in all sincerity that prior to making the drive into the city — I’m still not sure which borough TV Eye is in; it’s Queens or Brooklyn; either way it’s far enough from where I live that it might as well be Connecticut — I spent months feeling anxious about it. How many, you ask? Well, the tour got announced in June, so a little over four I guess.
That’s probably not something everyone will understand. Or anybody who wasn’t raised by my mother. I couldn’t even tell you what it was about, the worry. The traffic will suck, I’ll get home too late and then still have to get up in the morning like I was home and in bed by 10, I don’t want to have to talk to people and be like, “oh yeah I’m really enjoying holding a basic human conversation, because that is for sure something I ever have been able to do for pleasure,” meantime all I can think of is the traffic home and I’m itching to go before the first band is even on. I damn near got off at Fort Lee, before the George Washington Bridge, to turn around and stay in Jersey. Tomorrow is my birthday. I’ll be 44. Apparently writing in back of the car before the show was how I decided to celebrate. What the hell is wrong with me.
The music will be good. Those magic words, spoken by The Patient Mrs. because she knows. The music will be good. I’m glad. Because for sure my photos won’t be. And getting here already wasn’t. And getting home won’t be. And waking up tomorrow won’t be. And because I’m in my 40s, like the next three days won’t be. So what the fuckhell am I doing here?
I’m here because I need to be. I came from Jersey, but Kal-El came from Norway (god I wish I was in Norway; would also have gladly trekked to Belgium this weekend), and Insomniac are up from Atlanta, and I’ve known a couple of the dudes in For Fuck’s Sake for the better part of 20 years, so maybe even though I spent four months with this trip to TV Eye — which I acknowledge is not at the ass-end of the universe for everybody but is about as far as I want to drive to any show, ever, ever, as I learned last December my first time here (a pleasurable experience, ultimately) — hanging over my head, I’m here. I don’t know how much sense it makes. Any of it.
It’s a while till the show starts, because somehow getting here hours in advance is practical. I brought homework to do and Zelda to play, so I’ll keep busy until it’s time to go in.
Here’s how the night will go, is going, will have gone:
For Fuck’s Sake
As alluded above, I know a couple of these guys. The bassist I’ve known the better part of two decades, and the singer was a couple years behind me at WSOU. Both nice guys, and I was glad to see them onstage when I walked in. By that time I’d already spilled the contents of my camera bag, save the camera, which I was holding, and asked if they took a card at the door only to be directed to the ATM right behind me, lit up and thoroughly visible. I fucked up getting cash too, so needless to say as I stood in front of the stage I was ready for the skin peel For Fuck’s Sake were providing. The foursome are definitely hardcore-rooted, and they sort of skirt the line with sludge, so what you get is an aggressive misery thrown at you. Expressive, to say the least. I was up front for it and in addition to the ‘derp, I know humans’ factor, they probably weren’t what I’d put on in the car on the way to gradeschool morning dropoff, but I’d call them relatable even if I wasn’t actually three humiliating children in a bigboy-sized hoodie, and being in the mindset I was at the time, they did just right by the simmer in my blood. I liked their recent single too.
Insomniac
Touring behind their debut album, Om Moksha Ritam (review here), Atlanta’s Insomniac were a curiosity on my part, as to how the material on the record would come across live. Their sound, meditative and psychedelic but delivered with a post-metallic force, is so rich that I was concerned it would be too easy to get lost, but volume and a ready succession of grounding builds helped. They are learning how to be a touring band while at the same time learning to be a band as a four-piece with the passing of guitarist Mike Morris earlier this year, and I’d imagine this tour is how they’ll figure a lot of those things out. Accordingly, it’s a special time to see them, not only since whatever they do going forward it will have a different dynamic, but because whatever the future brings, it’s now they’ll have learned from. They played before projections and were plenty immersive as they dug into parts or let out a bit of gallop, but it’s the transient sense of their sound, the taking-shape that felt palpable from in front of the stage, that was most resonant. I mean, that and the reverb. That was pretty resonant too.
Kal-El
However you prefer your riffs — big, small, hard-hitting, nodding, rolling, angular or fluid — Kal-El have you covered with groove to spare. Often cosmic in theme, their Norwegian double-guitar five-piece’s sound would work just as well emanating from some imaginary desert (perhaps that too could be in space?) and it was the whole package that carried it. All five of then. They didn’t play “Juggernaut,” which premiered here the other day, but they did “Moon People,” and that was a hoot and while the room wasn’t as capped as when I saw them for the first time about three years ago (review here), I felt lucky to be able to watch them in what seemed very much to be their element, headlining a club night with a succession of rad as hell heavy tunes. Their recent confirmation for Ripplefest Texas 2026 says to me they’ll be back touring in the States around that, so if you’re somewhere they’re not hitting on this run, start your social media nagging campaign promptly, I would say. They finished out with “B.T.D.S.C.” and “Astral Voyager” from this year’s Astral Voyager Vol. 1 (review here), and once again I felt lucky to have caught them while I could. Dear America, I know our house is all out of order and things generally are a shitshow right now. Try to treat these five dudes from Norway alright, huh? Nobody gets robbed, maybe? Fingers crossed the rest of the run goes as well as the first couple nights seemed to have.
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Well now it’s after the show, isn’t it? Ride home was fine once I was in Manhattan. My fastest through the Holland in years. I know you don’t care about my traffic stories, but if I don’t put them here, how will I ever remember to complain about them later?
This was a good show, and I’m glad I went. Considering where my head was at on the way in — clearly up my ass; you get to a show like three hours early and when you walk in the first band’s already on; clearly you play too much Nintendo, old man — for me to say I don’t regret having gone can perhaps carry a little more weight than usual. I was healed by riffs. Not the first time.
Norway’s Kal-El begin their tour of the US East Coast and Midwest tomorrow, Oct. 16. Today, they’re premiering their video for the new track “Juggernaut,” which heralds the coming in 2026 of their next full-length, Astral Voyager Vol. 2. If you’re not auto-stoked on that prospect by seeing the words alone, just hit up the video. Really. The best argument that anyone has ever made in favor of Kal-El has always been Kal-El songs. I could sit here for the next three hours trying to capture some aspect of the intangible righteousness of what the band does, and on a decent day, I might say something that someone hearing the song could relate to. Hypothetical cookie for me.
But even if that were to happen, there’s nothing I could say that’s going to convey the largesse of the roll that starts “Juggernaut,” or the way the five-piece seem to ‘go-big’ just as much on melody as impact. There is no revolution happening in Kal-El‘s music, and there never has been, and it’s never been about that. “Juggernaut,” in being the first audio from the follow-up to this year’s correspondingly banger Astral Voyager Vol. 1 (review here), is exciting regardless. It’s a celebration of heavy rock itself, of riffs, of volume, of the power of music to move you. I didn’t understand this about the band at first. But they’re songwriters, as they’ve proven over and again, and they prove once more with “Juggernaut.” I look forward to the next record and the many more steamroller grooves to follow.
Astral Voyager Vol. 2 will be out next year on Blues Funeral Recordings and Majestic Mountain Records. Some words on the single and the tour dates follow here, courtesy of the PR wire:
Kal-El, “Juggernaut” video premiere
Kal-El on “Juggernaut”:
“We are thrilled to finally unleash our next album “Astral Voyager Vol. 2” upon the world. “Vol. 2” is perhaps somewhat darker than Vol. 1, but everything is wrapped up in our style of playing and sound: expect heavy riffs, melodic vocals, and thunderous drums. “Juggernaut” is the first single, and it’s just that: a merciless juggernaut pounding every inch of your body with heavy, oh so heavy drums and riffs wrapped up in a wall of sound with the typical melodic KAL-EL vocals.”
Juggernaut is the lead single from the upcoming album ‘Astral Voyager Vol 2,’ set for release in February 2026. ‘Astral Voyager Vol 2 is a co-release by Majestic Mountain Records and Blues Funeral Recordings!
Kal-el will tour the US in October. Catch them on these dates October 16: The Odditorium – Asheville, NC October 17: The Pour House Music Hall – Raleigh, NC October 18: TV Eye – Queens, NY October 19: Sonia – Cambridge, MA October 21: MilkBoy Philly – Philadelphia, PA October 22: The Metro Gallery – Baltimore, MD October 23: Westside Bowl – Youngstown, OH October 24: The Sanctuary Detroit – Hamtramck, MI October 25: Reggie’s Rock Club – Chicago, IL October 26: X-Ray Arcade – Cudahy, WI October 28: Bottleneck – Lawrence, KS October 29: The Vanguard – Tulsa, OK October 30: The Lost Well – Austin, TX
Enjoy, and may the fuzz be with you!
Credits Video by Drain Hope ( / drainhope ) Written and performed by Kal-El Recorded at Bridge Burner Recording Engineered by Ørjan Kristoffersen Lund Produced by Kal-El Co-produced by Ørjan Kristoffersen Lund Mixed and mastered by Ruben Willem Copyright to Darkspace Music
