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Digging your own grave XV: This one actually has a name.  Names are a powerful thing. Through them, we ascribe meaning and value to our surroundings, objects and individuals alike. To have something remain nameless is to rob it of its identity and any significance it might possess. Perhaps indirectly, this is part of the reason why Μνήμα’s splits thus far have felt lacking to me. Their “names” were merely a list of the participants, rather than something that signified an identity beyond that. There was music, that much was certain, but did it really amount to much besides everyone contributing a song? Not quite. As we reach the end of the band’s 2021 output though, we are met with Conspiring in Blood-drenched Moonlight , their third split for the year, and the only one in their catalogue to be named. While I did approach it cautiously, as I’d been 0 for 2 with my overall enjoyment of Μνήμα’s split work thus far, I found myself positively surprised by what was actually held in stor...

Maybe I should start a food blog.  Although I don’t allude to it often in my reviews, I love food, and the culinary arts as a whole. Though I do employ the occasional writing cliché of “Too many cooks”, or write a preamble about street food, it's not what I’d call a stylistic cornerstone of mine. Despite that, I find that cooking and music have a lot in common when it comes to the creative process. The careful measuring of ingredients, their assembly and preparation, and obviously the time and place they’re made in. With that out of the way, I’d like to take a moment to talk about soup. To the uninitiated, it’s a simple dish, you just chuck a bunch of stuff in a pot full of water and let it boil for a while. Anyone versed in cooking will tell you though that the ingredients thrown in do matter, as does their preparation. If you just dump whatever’s in your pantry, any potential synergy between flavours will be obliterated, resulting in something that has a perhaps intense, but ulti...

"Shit has riffs, man."  Side-projects are a fascinating thing, but also a total crapshoot. For one, they can provide a glimpse into a different side of an artist’s sources of inspiration, or what might interest them besides their main source of creative output. People are complicated after all, that much is evident from all the black metal musicians who also have an ambient side-project. Yet at the same time, it does raise the question of how much effort has been put into it, especially when it appears to be a footnote in their catalogue. Συντρίμμια’s (Debris) Repulsive Inexpression piqued my interest owing to Ivan’s (of Kvadrat fame) involvement, not only as a musician, but also as a graphic designer. Seeing as the trio dropped this album back in 2023 without much fanfare, I couldn’t help but be a little curious about it. Was it a different take on deathgrind, a little fun thing to do on the side, or just an unremarkable album in the infinite ocean of the internet? One thin...

Digging your own grave XIV: Not-so-fatal 4-way.  Splits are a weird format to cover. For one, their length can range anywhere from being bite-sized EPs to full-bodied albums. Furthermore, they don’t exactly cohere a lot, besides the bands present usually having a common genre between them . And last, but certainly not least, you rarely get a clear view of each artist’s vision through however many tracks they are allotted during the split’s runtime. Nevertheless, their purpose as a means of connecting for artists and music discovery for listeners cannot be understated, especially if appropriate care is placed in who’s collaborating with whom. While I’ve only covered one split of theirs thus far (and listened to the rest in the interim), Μνήμα has proven to be quite prudent in choosing who they’re sharing space with, at the very least ensuring that the release makes sense on a sonic level. This particular 4-way split is no different on that front, although it has to be said that the ...

The North will never forget this one.  Day two of one of the busiest weekends of the year so far, and let me tell you, it was something else. Thessaloniki doesn’t often get metal festivals, only shows that have what could be perceived as having too many acts for a single evening, but Up the Hammers – Call of the North was anything but that. Six bands, and a thoroughly reasonable starting time of 17:00, what else could one possibly ask for? I haven’t been to a proper festival since the first iteration of the Release Festival back in 2019, and although I have always been of the opinion that I’d rather attend a show with 3 bands than a full-fledged festival, passing up the opportunity to see some of the bands who appeared here was inconceivable to me. What are the odds I’d be able to see Eternal Champion, Liege Lord, and Solitude Aeturnus on the same bill in my life? Sure, the lineup is nowhere near as stacked as the one that appeared over the course of 4 days down in Athens, but this...

Rage from the thousand lakes.  It’s been nearly two weeks, and I’m still buzzing over how good the concerts I attended were. Admittedly, my pace when it comes to writing does not quite reflect that, but rest assured that I’ve been incredibly excited to put this particular report together. As I alluded to in my Conan report, the weekend was set to start on a thoroughly blackened note, with the first show that we were to attend being Havukruunu and Heretoir, at the Eightball Club, as per usual. I always talk about how attendance waxes and wanes depending on the genre, and this show proves that Thessaloniki has a blackened heart. For the first time in a good while, I saw the club almost filled to capacity, with people standing shoulder-to-shoulder. It’s always a pleasure to see that, even if it can in part be attributed to Havukruunu having exploded in popularity since the 2020s rolled around, with albums like Uinuos Syömein Sota and especially Tavastland having broken containment out...

I'm in the club, listening to the brown note. New year, new shows, same old me. It’s been a week since I got to see Conan live, but I’m only just getting around to actually writing about it. Admittedly, more factors than procrastination factored into this, some of them directly related to the show itself, but that’s to be discussed over the course of this report, so do be patient. I’m uncertain as to whether I’ve mentioned it before, but Thessaloniki as a city has always been about black, thrash, and heavy/power metal, in no particular order. Stuff like death and sludge are in woefully short supply, with the only instance of a sludge band having come over recently being Eyehategod back in 2025, a time where I wasn’t in the country, let alone the city itself. As you can imagine, seeing an ad for Conan playing here was cause for excitement. The Scouse trio’s primitive brand of sludge, riffy and amplifier worshipping in equal measure, has been something that I’d grown quite fond of ov...