Skeptics may initially decry the departure of Peter Lindgren, half of the progressive death metallers' infallible songwriting duo. But with guitar mastermind Mikael Akerfeldt solely at the helm, Watershed is an audacious experiment in sounds and textures. Mixing signature prog/metal arrangements with beautiful calmness, tracks like "Heir Apparent" show remnants of Opeth's previous work while taking large strides in new directions. "Coil" incorporates female vocals, while on "The Lotus Eater," eerie organ and background whispers and laughs add a solemn slyness.
For accomplished Finnish metal cellists Apocalyptica, this sixth studio effort further signifies how standard six-string shredding is no match for the mastery of the four strings. Nine all-instrumental crushers are separated by a peppering of powerful, radio-ready alt metal tracks featuring renowned metal vocalists Corey Taylor of Slipknot ("I'm Not Jesus"), Cristina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil ("S.O.S"), Adam Gontier of Three Days Grace ("I Don't Care") and Till Lindemann of Rammstein ("Helden," a gloomy cover of the German version of David Bowie's "Heroes").
Using John Milton, Michael Moorcock and Norse mythology, among other, uh, nerdy things as inspiration, the German power-metal veterans offer album number nine. Vacillating between crushing speed metal and straight-up prog rock, and marked by the operatic crooning of Hansi Kursch, songs like "Control the Divine" (Paradise Lost set to stun) and "Curse My Name" (based on a pamphlet arguing the merits of regicide) will appeal to any longtime fan of the band, or anyone heading into battle, or both.
In 1988, a Seattle band who'd previously looked like new-romantic fops traded in cross-dressing for deep thinking: a complicated, convoluted concept album about very important stuff, with sinister side effects of changing technology top on the list. Also: conspiracies of the wealthy, brain control, prostitutes disguised as nuns, and revolutionaries setting fire to the White House! Queensryche presented themselves as too brainy to be a hair band, but they were sort of one anyway, even though they were also weighty and pompous enough to pass muster as "real" metal for non-false headbangers.
On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light, England's power metal brain trust unleashed their transfixing third full-length. Boasting uncanny guitar virtuosity and video game-inspired keyboards alongside potent vocals so huge only an arena could contain them, DragonForce's technical ability outshines the parodic stereotypes associated with their genre, despite some gratuitous moments. With songs like "Operation Ground and Pound" and Guitar Hero favorite "Through the Fire and Flames," uplifting lyrics of unity in battle and power metal's key fantasy elements are in full, uh, force.
These fancy-pants musos' 2006 live-at-Radio-City (with Octavarium Orchestra no less) extravaganza kicks off with engaging fanfare, fire alarms, drum solos and crowd sounds; subsequent tracks pack in more time changes than you can shake a baton at. Occasionally Dream Theater get tuneful in a "Silent Lucidity" way, or even stoop to some bluesy guitars. But the two longest tracks exceed 26 and 41 minutes, respectively -- and somewhere in there, Disney movie orchestrations lead to skating-rink symphonics, which lead to a Rush imitation about a girl from a small Midwestern town. Audacious!
A three-act metal opera with recurring characters, three distinct vocalists and a fully-conceived storyline, this years-in-the-making debut from San Francisco's premier fantasy metal unknowns is something of an oddity. But, recorded on an 8-track in a rehearsal space (doesn't sound like it) and unspeakably imaginative (think Maiden played by druids, with absolutely glorious vocals), The Bastard is downright incredible. Listen to it through several times (you won't get bored). This is some form of metal that existed before time but somehow Hammers came up with all on their own.
Anyone doubting the Mars Volta's ability to make progressive rock a volatile and valid art form in 2005 needs to hear this. It's operatic, thematic metal crossed with hardcore, then sprinkled with surreal lyrics and headphone madness. It's like Radiohead, the Flash Gordon soundtrack and Fugazi all rolled in one.
Two years after the freak anthem "Epic" made Faith No More an MTV sensation, they returned with an album that was anything but anthemic. Angel Dust is one of the more challenging albums to ever climb the Billboard. Filtering jagged funk-metal through a neo-Zappa sense of absurdism, F.N.M. produced an album that is dark, menacing and aggressively eccentric. Three tracks in particular -- "Caffeine," "Jizzlobber" and "Malpractice" -- are downright insane. That said, Angel Dust never devolves into cheap-thrills buffoonery -- quite the opposite, actually. It's a truly cerebral masterpiece.
While it may not be easy to figure out what the members of Mastodon are talking about -- tsarist Russia, Rasputin, astral travel, wormholes and Stephen Hawking are tied together -- the important thing is to be open to the ideas they are exploring in Crack the Skye. It doesn't hurt that opener "Oblivion" is descended directly from Pink Floyd's Animals and that half the time you think you're listening to Blue Oyster Cult. The genuinely far-out groove-jam "The Last Baron" brings everything together with an effortlessness only Mastodon can offer.
More than 110 minutes of bombast recorded at a Hungarian opera festival -- which might explain those concert instruments buried in ashes on the album art. The first disc loads up on classical music, devoting two minutes each to Mozart, Verdi, and some chunky Dvorak, then three endurance-test tracks to Wagner. Disc two has the reformed Swedish death-metallers finding nearly as much fanfare in their own material, managing some oddly pastoral folk beauty and switching between funeral dirges and beer-drinking melodies. The kinkiest arrangement, appropriately, is "The Rise of Sodom and Gomorrah."
The 2008 album by these British prog-festival mainstays hinges on two songs over 20 minutes long -- opener "The Ballad of Samuel Layne" is a real beaut that climbs to the wuthering heights of '70s Kate Bush, and "Metamorphosis" itself reaches for the skies with heavy riffs and Morse-code vocal parts worthy of "Leave It" by Yes. With violins, cellos, violas, recorders, mandolins and uilleann pipes playing a major role, the two shorter numbers sparkle, too.