Gruel

Monolithically heavy UK prog/ sludge. Equal parts Melvins, Iron Monkey, and Buzzov*en with some definite nods in the direction of The Jesus Lizard, Unsane, King Crimson, and, if I can make what is sure to be the most bafflingly obscure reference you've probably ever heard: Jumbo's Killcrane.

Killer vocals on this album too, for whatever that's worth to anyone.

Paul Chain

Truly warped slab of outsider ambient/ industrial from eccentric christian doom maestro Paul Chain. I've been low level obsessed with this dude's music for about twenty-seven years now and this album might just be my favorite thing he's ever done, mostly because it makes me feel like I'm melting into the fucking floor.

Picture Tangerine Dream, Goblin, Bruce Haack, and Maurizio Bianchi teaming up to compose a soundtrack to an imaginary reboot of Cosmos that reconfigures the Carl Sagan classic into a pitch black nightmare of Lovecraftian cosmic-horror and you've got a reasonable idea of what's happening here.

Fucked Up

What the fuck? Why am I only just now finding out that the later Fucked Up albums sound like "Don't Know How To Party" era Mighty Mighty Bosstones without the horns? This song absolutely fucking rules.

Xythlia

Insane sci-fi album title, album cover that looks like it was painted by a death metal Bill Sienkiewicz, and music that sounds like a four way ladder-match between Gigan, Gorguts, Cryptopsy, and Premonitions of War... Christ, how the fuck did I miss this? Oh yeah, it came out in 2020, the world was ending.

Hath

Imagine a significantly faster, slightly more melodic take on Withered or Immolation garnished with a sprig of Slugdge and a few drops of the swirling dissonant terror that Ulcerate brought to the table on "Stare Into Death and Be Still" and you've got a pretty good general idea of what Hath are doing... This is hands down my favorite DM release of the past couple months.

The Valley

"See the pyramids along the Nile
See the moon in old Tangiers
See the teeth in my mouth
Feel the smile that taste like years
I walk, you talk, she stalks still
In the town of tears
soft clay and quiet fears
and the days are meant for sleeping
But her hair is on fire
she told me to trust her
but she's a liar
and she walks just like a cat
The quiet quiet of her cold bed
and the heat of her breath
left no surprises
about what was left
In through open basement doors
through dreams of dark air
our silence always means more
than the secrets that can't be shared"

Dead Body Love

Woke up in the mood for the most corroded, planet devouring, harsh noise I could possibly find. Thus, I present to you: Dead Body Love... An old favorite from within the realms of noise and the full-on audio equivalent of the charred crumbling devastation in the aftermath of a nuclear strike.