Insania – The Great Apocalypse Review

By Angry Metal Guy

On the surface, The Great Apocalypse is exactly what you’d expect from Insania,1 Sweden’s long-running Europower mongers. Their sixth album—four years after their comeback record V (Praeparatus Supervivet) was praised for its commitment to the bit—brings back all the trappings of the genre: soaring choruses, galloping triplets, righteous lyrics about light and liberty, and the guitar and keyboard gymnastics that make the beskulleted power metal fan grin and throw horns. This plays into Insania’s reputation as a charmingly derivative Stratovarius knockoff, a reputation earned during their first run between 1999 and 2003.2 Reputations like that are tough to shake. And despite having produced two of the most underrated Europower albums of the 2000s (2001’s Sunrise in Riverland and 2003’s Fantasy), this has been Insania’s fate.

One could be forgiven for thinking The Great Apocalypse was another nostalgia ride—a lovingly executed Stratovarius/Helloween tribute made by scene veterans committed to the bit.3 The base of the sound is familiar: founding drummer Mikko Korsbäck’s double-kick sprints and backbeat snare hits (“The Trinity”) and gallops both traditional (“The Great Apocalypse”) and half-time (“Fire from Above”); returning guitarist Niklas Dahlin, now mantling axe duties solo, layers in neoclassical flourishes and trem-picked glory (“The Prophesier,” “Afterlife”) with a fluidity that borders on smug. The new bassist—Erik Arkö—holds down the low end unobtrusively, working well in tandem with the others, while being sacrificed on the Altar of Newsted to make space for moar kick drum in the mix.4 And above it all, Ola Halén’s crystal-clear voice floats somewhere between Kai Hansen and Timo Koltipelto, belting out messages of diaphanous positivity with just enough grit to sell the drama. But the familiarity is a trap. Underneath the Europower surface is something more ambitious.

The more you listen, the more you realize The Great Apocalypse isn’t the typical power metal it seems at first blush. Rather than relying on obvious resolution and recycled hooks, these songs lean into variation, twisting and stretching ideas in ways that subtly derail expectations. Songs mutate, growing with each repetition (“Revolution” or “The Great Apocalypse”). Choruses evolve in phrasing, harmony, or arrangement instead of simply looping back in place (“No One’s Hero,” “Underneath the Eye,” “Indestructible”). Even the final choruses of otherwise straightforward tracks will shift gears, changing key, feel, or introducing elements that reshape something familiar into something better (“Fire from Above,” “Afterlife”). A major part of this dynamism comes from the guitars, where Niklas Dahlin shows off chops that help to drive the compositions. In diametric opposition to my criticism of Jari’s performance on Wintersun’s most recent album, Dahlin often crafts solos that seem to facilitate dynamic songs, undermining predictability by following his lead. This isn’t showy for its own sake. Insania has developed a newfound compositional discipline that’s nestled comfortably inside genre convention.

Insania treats motifs and melodies in the same way: not as loops, but as clay to reshape. Rather than reiterate, they recast phrases with harmonic or rhythmic tweaks that breathe new life into already-hooky material (“The Prophesier” has the best example,5 shifting from a major to harmonic minor after the solo, and it’s fantastic). Tonal centers shift underneath you without warning, nudging songs toward unease when the melodies remain sweet (“Underneath the Eye,” “Fire from Above”). Extended tracks stretch these ideas even further: rotating riffs, slowing tempos, delaying resolution until the final moments, or never offering it at all—like the title track, which ends the album on a slightly dissonant chord. Even in the vocal phrasing, Ola frequently dodges the expected A-B-A-B symmetry in favor of through-composed or extended-line approaches. I wouldn’t say that Insania has morphed into prog, but their choices are far too deliberate to be accidental, placing them a lot closer to Angra, Star One, Almanac,6 or Symphony X than Stratovarius. And it’s a welcome evolution.

By playing to form and yet resisting predictability, The Great Apocalypse breaks the mold and shows what 25 years of experience can get you. Insania sounds like a band that knows the rules so well that they don’t have to break them; they write in ways that subvert them. While earlier albums felt like excellent—but predictable—additions to the scene, The Great Apocalypse differentiates Insania’s personality within familiar bounds. They haven’t changed their sound—I’m sure that critics will pop it on and dismiss it for being a Europower record—but the added nuance and increasing sophistication have propelled Insania into a different tier than they previously inhabited. And while no album is free from flaws—Ola strains in his upper range in a way he surely didn’t in 2003, the bass gets swallowed by an Industry Standard Production™, and the record isn’t free from subgenre obligatory moments of cringe—it is tough not to see this evolution as ambitious, confident, and, at times, even profound.

Rating: Great!
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Frontiers Music
Websites: facebook.com/insaniastockholmofficial
Release Date: June 13th, 2025

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Katatonia – Nightmares as Extensions of the Waking State Review

By Dolphin Whisperer

Sixteen years is all Jonas Renkse had to his name when he and Anders Nyström formed Katatonia back in 1991. A myriad of classic influences and the bravado of youth guided their fledgling minds down much rawer, doomier, and death-colored paths than Katatonia travels in 2025. But after thirty-plus years on the job—and a messy spat between old friends—nothing could possibly stay the same. The urge to find efficiencies in expression may overcome the urge to blaze an unknown path or revisit roots. What always remains in the Katatonia expression, though, is an unshakable and downtrodden atmosphere—time hasn’t rid the remaining Renkse of a bleak outlook on the world. So even if times are different, Nightmares as Extensions of Waking State remains, as always, a sad, Swedish affair.

Freshly onboarded axeslingers Nico Elgstrand (ex-Entombed A.D.) and Sebastian Svalland (Letters from the Colony, ex-In Mourning) harbor a burly guitar edge that’s a pleasure to hear—in vicious solo (and oh what solos!) or thunderous riff. And continuing the same stadium-minded attitude that pervaded every chorus of 2023’s Sky Void of Stars, booming builds and sticky-smooth serenading coat just about every nook of Nightmares. None of this rings that new for Katatonia, of course—2009’s Night Is the New Day cemented this lane of stream-of-conscious verse work that bubbles and broods to a Renkse-helmed croonfest. And since 2016’s iconic The Fall of Hearts idealized the mesmerizing rhythms and nature-fueled ambiance that serve modern Katatonia best, subsequent releases have strayed too wandering in electronica or comforting in safe songcraft to stand up against a loaded catalog. But the new blood and immediate stance in attack gives Nightmares a fighting chance in memory.

Given that Renkse has been the majority songwriting stakeholder over the past fifteen years, familiarity plays a hefty role in both the draw towards and push away from Nightmares. Yet, ever seasoned in crafting slinky vocal hooks, Renkse peppers lyrical spats like “Assemble a temple of steel / To stand on top of that building” (“Wind of No Change”) and “I wait for falling snow [dramatic shuffling break] You wait for me to go away” (“The Light Which I Bleed”). These goth night beat poetics add welcome color to melodic backdrops that sound like so many that have come before them. Does “Warden” waltz along that buttery line more like “Ambitions” or “Rusted” or “The Longest Year”—you decide. But against the locked-in, tom pounding struts (“The Liquid Eye”) and bouncing wah-chord hypnosis (“The Light…”), Katatonia possesses all the necessary parts to rope in prospective sadpeople looking to sway and bob in well-toned melancholy.

While cozy, crunchy riffs can go a long way in keeping Nightmares above water, its patchwork, song-based construction gets in the way of easy, straight-through enjoyment. From the get-go, the transition from a straightforward churner (“Thrice”) to a classic Renkse whimsical lilt (“The Liquid Eye”) to a sure-to-be arena staple (“Wind…”) feels like a stuttered exposition rather than a shared experience. And later, Renkse pulls out a Eurovision-ready, dim lights, full Swedish language synth pop ballad in “Efter Solen,” which struggles to justify its cost of admission as the longest, slowest, and guitar-void track on Nightmares. With as fragile a voice as ever in his native language, though, it’s hard to discount its charm, and repeated listens (as often is the case with a Katatonia) see it flowing better through my ears and heart. However, after the long fadeout of “The Light…” and before the radical, creaking blues pick-me-up of “In the Event of,” “Efter Solen” still feels as though it could have fit better as a separate bonus track.

Alas, at forty-six minutes composed of quality songs, Nightmares as Extensions of Waking State pushes through its lesser attributes as another Katatonia album with plenty of room to grow and revisit. In the hands of the hard-working engineering duo of Adam Noble and Robin Schmidt, who have most notably tackled the past few Leprous releases, Nightmares shows a contemporary gloss with an amplified edge while maintaining a wobbly buzz and pop in the additional electronics. Whether it’s the exact order or the songs themselves, this newest Katatonia outing stands in the shadow of any number of albums that someone calls their favorite—and a true favorite Nightmares is not likely to be. As an iterative entity that has lived rather well in its late stages, though, Katatonia holds the power to shine brighter with these same parts, even if this arrangement is plenty fine on its own.

Rating: Good.
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Sadboi Stream
Label: Napalm Records
Websites: katatonia.com | katatonia.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/katatonia
Releases Worldwide: June 6th, 2025

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Vildhjarta – Där skogen sjunger under evighetens granar Review

By Dear Hollow

You could make the case that Vildhjarta’s third full-length is too late to be relevant. There are few that djent as hard as the Swedes, and their own influence exists in pockets of tone-abusing youngsters and diehard veterans who just keep releasing shit: Tesseract, Periphery, and Animals As Leaders, for example. I’ve always thought that Vildhjarta is the more curious Humanity’s Last Breath, utilizing a similarly crushingly heavy bone-to-dust djent tone, dark atmosphere, and vocal attack,1 but with a shimmering ethereality more akin to Uneven Structure or older The Contortionist, heaven and hell alike. Regardless, you can bet your bottom dollar that Vildhjarta djents. Hard.

Vildhjarta has a fervent fanbase in spite of having relatively little music to speak of. Having coined the mysterious “thall!” battle cry and influencing a ton of “djentlemen,” Där skogen sjunger under evighetens granar is only their third full-length. The influential concept album Måsstaden was a landmark of djenty deathcore, but was immediately left almost entirely unanswered (apart from the Thousands of Evils EP in 2013) until 2021 with the release of Måsstaden under vatten (“seagull city underwater”). That album rekindled what made the act so formidable to begin with: downtuned choppy djent riffs, reverb-laden leads that sway between dissonant and hyper-melodic, and staccato overlapping rhythms. Där skogen sjunger under evighetens granar is undeniably Vildhjarta in this way, although it benefits from its more playful approach, streamlined songwriting, heightened atmosphere, and deepened weight, but it won’t change your mind about Vildhjarta in its one-note and overlong glory.

Vildhjarta has always been unique for its ability to take the novelty and highlights of djent and make an experience out of it. Där skogen sjunger under evighetens granar is the most pristine and positive of the band’s discography, reflecting its sanguine title,2 compared to the ominous ambiance pervading the dark fairytales of the Måsstaden suite. While its predecessors dove headfirst into the darkness, Där skogen... seems to embrace a more dreamy attitude reminiscent of post-rock bands like Sigur Rós or Hammock. Yes, the Swedes have amped the density and weight of their djent, but have also raised its hell-gazing heads to the cosmos. There are certainly moments of ominous dissonance (“Där mossan möter havet”), but most tracks feel downright cheery by comparison. Toss in some well-placed vocals that range from dreamy to powerful (“Sargasso,” “Där mossan möter havet,” “Kristallfågel,” “? regnet, the ?,” “Viktlös & evig”), and stargazing to djent never seemed so apt.

That being said, if drop-tuned djenty beatdowns interspersed with reverb-y leads, wild runs, and synth overlays are not your thing, that’s basically what Vildhjarta does for fifty-six minutes straight, which is downright brief compared to its predecessor’s eighty-one minutes. One riff to rule them all: variety and differentiation are not names of the game for Vildhjarta. Even tempo remains at a comfortable 90 bpm for the majority of the album; sudden blastbeats give the illusion of speed. Vilhelm Bladin’s harsh vocals remain predictable death growls with a climax of a shriek here and there aside from sparse, almost-spoken word (“Hösten som togs ifrån mig,” “Den spanska känslan”), although the cleans have much more range. Guitar work remains entirely predictable, aside from the pairing of melancholy plucking and its punchy polyrhythm call-back (“Viktlös & evig”) or some almost classical noodling (“Den spanska känslan”).

Yes, Vildhjarta is an experience of surreal proportions, particularly compared to the legions of their super-serious genremates. Där skogen sjunger under evighetens granar’s pristine atmosphere stands out among even its own shadowy discography, although it retains all the act’s trademarks. The act works better as a trio, as it forces them to cut the fluff into what works and what doesn’t. That being said, it does not justify why you should spend nearly an hour getting a djent concussion only to gaze up at the stars through newly encephalopathic eyes. Old habits die hard, and while mysterious and enigmatic, the Swedes’ formula is predictable, if not hella fun for the initiated. Ultimately, if you’re a fan, Vildhjarta is above-average djent; if you’re not a fan, Vildhjarta is average djent.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Century Media Records
Websites: vildhjarta.bandcamp.com | vildhjartastore.com | facebook.com/vildhjartaofficial
Releases Worldwide: May 30th, 2025

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Puteraeon – Mountains of Madness Review

By Tyme

As embedded into the fabric of horror as the works of H.P. Lovecraft are, so too are the myriad contributions of one Dan “The Man” Swanö enmeshed into the Swedish death metal scene. These two titans’ paths cross on Mountains of Madness, the fifth long-player from Sweden’s Puteraeon, who’ve tread the left-hand path of genre forbears like Grave, Entombed, and Dismember, peddling Lovecraftian Swedeath since 2008. After debuting in 2011 with The Esoteric Order and through 2020s The Cthulhian Pulse: Call from the Dead City, Puteraeon has four albums of fair to middling Swedish death under its belt. With Mountains of Madness, its second album helmed by Swanö for Emanzipation Productions, Puteraeon has fully embraced the Cthulhu Mythos, penning an ode to one of Lovecraft’s most popular novellas. Some pressure comes with Dan Swanö’s quote, ‘I dare say this one will go down in the history books as one of the best Swedeath releases ever,’ yet these are the stakes for Mountains of Madness. All that’s left to hear is if Puteraeon has what it takes to honor one of horror’s most influential writers while leaving a lasting mark on a scene rich in death metal history.

Puteraeon takes an Azathothian leap forward with Mountains of Madness while still keeping the HM-2 pedal firmly to the metal. Jonas Lindblood and Rune Foss put a big fat checkmark in the Swedeath box, leveling tons of fat riffs blazoned in those tried-and-true buzzsaw tones while dotting this frigid landscape, too, with harmoniously melodic leads and solo work that sticks long after the last note has floated into the frosty ether (“The Nameless City”). Even as Puteraeon weaves in some icy black melodicism that casts Old Man’s Child shadows (“I Am the Darkness”), no one will mistake Mountains of Madness for anything but quality Swedish death. And while the Unleashed speed of the riffs on “Remnants” or the Bloodbathic cadence and horrific Sabbathian trills of “The Rise of the Shoggoths” may warrant comparison, Mountains of Madness solidifies Puteraeon in a sound all its own, one that is more engaging and mature, filled with cinematic majesty and excellent performances.

Shifting its aesthetic, Puteraeon has traded the thorny logo and cartoonish covers for a tasteful font and excellent artwork by Ola Larsson, both dripping with a seriousness that evokes a strong movie poster vibe. Similarly, the songwriting on Mountains of Madness draws listeners further into its harrowingly cinematic, Lovecraftian experience with an ever-flowing stream of atmospheric nuance. Whether it’s the creepy leads and monstrous chords that bring to life the “Horror of the Antarctic Plateau” or the delicate, trepidatious piano and swirling screams of “Gods of Unhallowed Space,” Mountains of Madness casts earthly realms aside, establishing Puteraeon‘s dominance and reminding us just how inconsequential we humans are. Within the span of its forty-minute runtime, and with nary a moment wasted, Puteraeon has opened a portal into a nether world, expertly manifesting Lovecraft’s vision through music that demands attention.

As Puteraeon‘s riffs and melodic leads swirl and swarm like a Cthulhian mist, Daniel Vandija’s bass and Anders Malmström’s devastating drums lurk beneath like hulking, tentacled behemoths. Swanö found the perfect amount of space in the mix to showcase this rhythm section’s talents. Vandija shines brightest with Steve Harris-like flair throughout Mountains of Madness. Whether coalescing with the harmonic leads in “The Land of Cold Eternal Winter” to create a crushing heaviness or laying the soft-handed foundation for the atmospheric interlude of “The Nameless City,” his contributions make both tracks absolute album highlights. Puteraeon‘s last cap feather belongs to Lindblood and his bestial throat work. In tandem with Foss’s backing vocals, whether guttural (“The Rise of the Shoggoths”) or clean (“The Nameless City,” “Watchers at the Abyss”), the two men deliver a devastatingly brutal performance that leans toward the inhuman. I found almost nothing of importance to critique other than perhaps a slight drop-off in the songwriting in the album’s second half, but that’s a near-inconsequential quibble.

Mountains of Madness succeeds as a cinematically dramatic, black-tinged slice of Swedish death metal, serving as Puteraeon‘s finest moment. Maintaining a consistent lineup since forming, Puteraeon has matured into a merciless machine intent on destroying your ears with Swedeathly intent. Whether or not it will stand as one of the genre’s best releases ever, only time will tell, but Mountains of Madness has withstood this Tyme‘s test and is thereby worthy of yours.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Label: Emanzipation Productions
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook | Puteraeon.com
Releases Worldwide: May 30th, 2025

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Gigafauna – Eye to Windward Review

By Kenstrosity

Established in 2015, Swedish progressive sludge quartet Gigafauna toiled in obscurity, releasing a couple of albums and marching bravely forward into a heavily contested field. This is the first time they’ve graced our little corner of the blogosphere, reaching out to us via our contact form, pushing their third record Eye to Windward. Equipped with a gorgeous cover by the largely unsung Moonroot Art, what otherworldly creatures lie before me in Gigafauna’s Eye to Windward? ONWARDS!

Gigafauna’s style is one unfettered by frills and fiddly fancies. Instead, it delivers a no-nonsense, stripped-down crunch reminiscent of early Mastodon and Warcrab. Balancing clean, proggy noodles with deathly chugs and vicious roars, Eye to Windward boasts a well-rounded palette of songwriting elements to give these 44 minutes plenty of ground to cover without exhausting Gigafauna’s stock of ideas. Tight writing, clever transitions, and engaging twists and turns make Eye to Windward a thoroughly enjoyable experience overall, while its dry and warm production invokes a certain grit to the affair that adds textural depth.

Much of Eye to Windward takes full advantage of the full breadth of skills Gigafauna possess, but some of its best moments come from when Gigafauna’s songwriting is at its most focused. Highlights “Pyre” and “Beneath Sun and Sky” embody this truth with great aplomb; the former pushing the record’s heaviest material with an unearthly musculature, while the latter transcends physical heft for a more sophisticated, progressive lean. In both examples, chunky riffs form each track’s strong backbone, while multifaceted vocals span the gamut between death metal roars and sneering cleans to add variety, and unsettled rhythms contribute a tasteful complexity to keep things interesting. Longer format entries like “Plagued” and “Vessel” take advantage of their more expansive estates to house all permutations of Gigafauna’s sound in one unified piece. While “Vessel” is decidedly more successful in this regard—its main riff is one of the best on record, and the noodling leads in the back half contrast brilliantly with a bass counterpoint—both pull off the feat with respectable form.

Where Eye to Windward falls a bit short is in excitement and distinctiveness. Opener “Drowning Light” is the most quintessential progressive sludge song ever, reminiscent of Mastodon as often as it is of Boss Keloid. The problem is that it is too reminiscent of those artists, and thereby fails to establish its own voice as Eye to Windward’s opening act. “Exogenesis” and “Withered Husk” perform admirably inside these boundaries, but once again struggle to break out of those confines and stake a new claim for their own. There are hints of evolution occurring there, especially in the soaring chorus and blackened rasps that pepper “Exogenesis,” but not quite enough to constitute a differentiated variation. By the grace of Gigafauna’s universally solid performances across the board, very little of this primary shortcoming negatively impacts the album experience in the moment, as Eye to Windward is thoroughly enjoyable while it plays. It’s only upon closer scrutiny that I recognize that Gigafauna needs to push a little harder to find their own voice if they want to stand out in the crowd.

Overall, Eye to Windward is a solid installment in the progressive sludge pantheon. With hooky choruses, muscular riffing and rippling leads, rumbling bass counterpoint, and varied rhythms, all of the pieces exist to craft a killer record. The biggest roadblock to that goal is distinctiveness in songwriting. Gigafauna are on the cusp of finding a voice that stands out, clear and unmistakable, in every song they write. However, they haven’t nailed that level of consistency just yet. You’ll hear it in flashes, and those flashes pop with excitement and vitality. I look to the future with great expectations that Gigafauna will release a record that pops that way from start to finish.

Rating: Good
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Self Released
Websites: gigafauna.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/gigafauna
Releases Worldwide: May 16th, 2025

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