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  • “Black Ghost in the Corridor” — Omar Doom and Arnaud Rebotini Wander Through a Mirror Darkly in Video for “Reflections”

    Dead like a black window
    And white clouds and eraser
    Hold tight and the end will begin
    Come alive on the other side
    If I make it, I’ll be stuck in this place

    The mirror rarely tells the truth cleanly. It flatters, distorts, doubles, and accuses, turning the face into evidence and the self into a suspect. Desire, decay, vanity, and death all gather at the glass, staring back with the same painted eyes.

    Omar Doom, also known through his darkwave and EBM project Straight Razor, has released “Reflections,” a new collaborative single with acclaimed French producer Arnaud Rebotini. And now the track is accompanied by a striking new music video steeped in gothic romance, death-disco atmosphere, and decadent noir imagery, marking the beginning of a new chapter for Doom ahead of a forthcoming collaborative album co-produced with Rebotini.

    Best known on screen for his work in Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof and Inglourious Basterds, Doom has spent the last several years building a severe, sensual musical world rooted in darkwave, EBM, techno, and post-punk. Recent releases such as “The Curse,” “Casualty,” and his hard synth-driven cover of The Cure’s “One Hundred Years” have sharpened that vision into something cinematic, club-hardened, and apocalyptic.

    With “Reflections,” Doom pushes further into that territory. The song is built around a heavy, bass-driven foundation, laying a deep and ominous pressure beneath an instantly catchy beat. The EBM rhythm hits with a menacing snap, revving the pulse forward while cold synth lines coil around Doom’s commanding vocals. It carries the perfume of goth and darkwave, but its engine is fully electric: lean, lethal, and alive with movement.

    In the chorus, strange synthesizers buzz and contort into the mix, adding a playful but uneasy texture to the track. Rebotini’s presence gives the song added force and depth, his production bringing a cold cinematic precision that suits Doom’s apocalyptic romanticism. The back half kicks harder, with layered synth effects and small production touches cutting through the track before it winds down into icy pads and lingering unease.

    “The song feels like romance at the edge of the apocalypse,” says Omar Doom. “Arnaud and I wanted ‘Reflections’ to feel seductive, doomed, and strangely triumphant at the same time. Like dancing at the end of the world.”

    Lyrically, “Reflections” reads like a fevered dispatch from a self already split in two. Images of a “black window,” a “black ghost in the corridor,” and a body with “no beating heart” suggest a figure trapped between glamour and erasure, performance and possession. The repeated cry of “Heat” becomes less a release than a pressure point, a pulse still kicking somewhere inside the song’s deadened corridors.

    The video for “Reflections” opens like a funeral procession arriving at a pleasure palace: a black limousine pulls up to a pale green Gothic mansion as the title blooms across the screen in grand yellow script. From there, Doom’s world turns into a strange courtship with death, vanity, and the self. A skeletal glove glides across the car’s interior; a veiled figure waits behind black fringe; a tuxedoed attendant appears with ritual precision. Inside, Doom moves through an ornate estate of red drapery, gold mirrors, antique lamps, four-poster decadence, and eerie devotional objects, with Matthew Lineham’s artwork making a sly cameo on the walls.

    The mystery woman remains just out of reach: a silhouette, a mourner, a lover, an omen. She appears in a black veil and gloves, accompanied by the flash of a skull ring and the hush of a secret being passed from hand to hand. Who is she? The video gives the answer only if you know where to look: in the reflection. As Doom faces himself in the mirror, the clip turns its gothic romance inward, suggesting that the seduction, the threat, and the ghost may all be part of the same private haunting.

    Watch the video for “Reflections” below:

    Arnaud Rebotini is a French musician, DJ, composer, producer, singer, and co-founder of Black Strobe, the Parisian project whose fusion of electro, rock, EBM, and death-disco helped define a severe strain of European club music. He has also released music under the name Zend Avesta and is renowned for his use of analog synthesizers, drum machines, and sequencers. In 2018, Rebotini won the César Award for Best Original Score for 120 battements par minute, further cementing his reputation as one of French electronic music’s most formidable figures.

    To celebrate the release, Omar Doom will perform live at The Viper Room in West Hollywood on June 26 alongside MVTANT, Grizz Cll, Jet Cemetery, and Post Crucifixion, with DJ sets by DJ Sins. The night promises dark synths, industrial energy, and gothic excess in one of Los Angeles’ most storied venues.

    “Reflections” is available now on all streaming platforms.

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  • Trelldom – …By the Word… Review

    While most people would argue that “black metal” was founded by bands like Venom, Bathory, and Mercyful Fate, the scene didn’t really become what it is without the creation of Norwegian black metal. Which, in turn, people will argue was founded by Mayhem, Burzum, Darkthrone, Immortal, and the like. But people forget acts like Ulver, Urgehal, Satyricon, and Gorgoroth (and others) that helped form the genre. If you know Grier, you know how much Urgehal and Gorgoroth mean to his youthful, black metal development. They are also home to two of his favorite black metal raspers of all time: Trond Bråthen (Trondr Nefas) and Kristian Eivind Espedal (Gaahl), respectively. Before Gaahl made his mark on Gorgoroth classics like Twilight of the Idols – In Conspiracy with Satan and Ad Majorem Sathanas Gloriam, he already had his own band: Trelldom.

    Trelldom doesn’t get enough love. But Angry Metal Guy knew what was up when he went back in time to explore easily one of the genre’s greatest hits: Til et annet…. This record is a fucking masterpiece that shows a side of Gaahl you might not know. Those who have followed him throughout his various exploits know full well that Gaahl is a weird guy with some of the creepiest fucking vocals on the planet. But Trelldom’s trilogy of albums from 1992 to 2007 was untouchable. Fast forward to 2024, and the band returns with …By the Shadows…, an even weirder concoction of songs than ever before. Taking a darker direction with a new lineup of legends, …By the Shadows… represented an impressive comeback for the band, rebranded into something more diverse and heartfelt than before. Right on the coattails of that album comes this year’s …By the Word…. And it’s everything you’d expect from a follow-up.

    Returning with the mighty Stian Kårstad (ex-Djerv, ex-Gaahls Wyrd, ex-God Seed) and kit powerhouse Kenneth Kapstad (Thorns, Goat the Head, ex-God Seed, and a billion other bands), Gaahl rounds out his lineup with practitioners of the bass, saxophone, clarinet, organ, Dobro guitar, bass harmonica, mandolin, Shankar guitar, and even the fucking Optigan to deliver one of the most unique records of his life. “When This Was Young” opens the record with proggy bass and drums, matching perfectly with Gaahl’s soothing cleans. When the chuggery kicks in, Kapstad’s drums let loose, showing off his impressive skills and giving the song (A) Senile Animal-era Melvins vibes. As it progresses, the effects intensify, melding themselves into the guitars and creating unnecessary madness throughout.

    But the opener might be the “chillest” song on the record. By “I Speak Forgotten Voices,” you’ll know that …By the Word… is far more unhinged than its predecessor. The overlapping effects, unsettling vocals, and relentless, pounding drums remove any peace …By the Shadows… might have had. But it’s the mindfucking back-to-back closers, “The Word – Choose to Vanish” and “In There Outside,” that show just how far Trelldom has pushed their sound. Chock-full of all those different instruments mentioned before, “The Word – Choose to Vanish” doesn’t so much add layers as mold everything into the most grotesque monster I’ve heard in a long time. And when you think you’ve heard everything you could from Trelldom, “In There Outside” proves to be one of the more diverse on the album. Throwing you off immediately, the whining woodwinds are replaced with yet another alteration of Gaahl’s vox as the song builds on itself over and over again, resulting in more orchestral qualities than any other track.

    …By the Word… is batshit crazy and cerebrally damaging. Where …By the Shadows… at least had moments of relief, this new record does not. Beyond the weird combination of guitars, saxophone, and clarinet screaming at you from all directions, it’s the bass and drums that cause the most damage. Mixed far too the front, the drums, in particular, are ear-shattering. That sounds negative, but it does a hell of a job keeping you off balance. Specifically, when it comes to the devastating “Folding the Mind.” It’s almost as if the band decided it was time to let Kapstad off the leash. …By the Word… is an interesting album that pushes beyond anything the band has done before. It can never be Til et annet… but that’s OK because they aren’t going for it. This new era is worth exploring and …By the Word… is a new benchmark.


    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
    Label: Prophecy Productions
    Websites: trelldom.bandcamp.com | trelldom.no | facebook.com/trelldom1992
    Releases Worldwide: May 29th, 2026

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  • Album review: Jayler – Voices Unheard

    Posted on May 29th 2026, 12:00p.m.

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  • Pitiful Smalltime Dealers – World On Fire CD EP

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  • Album Review: Iselder – The 38th Division

    Album Review: Iselder – The 38th Division

    Reviewed by Eric Clifford

    I’m not the sunny type. I wear too much black for hot weather, and the close, humid climate Britain subjects us to in the summer months is torturous for me. So, coming into the hotter slots on the calendar, what better way to introduce some blessed frigidity than with that frostiest of genres – black metal. So here is Iselder to waft some hopefully rather chilly winds in my general direction; how do they fare?

    I’ve been going back and forth on this one, because I can’t decide whether Iselder’s stripped-down back-to-basics black metal is exactly what the doctor ordered or if it’s a bit too thin on imagination. Possibly both. Their style enables them to be forceful and direct, which suits their embittered message, but it also straight-jackets them, prevents them from landing on a more singular identity outside of their Welsh-centric themes. For sure, it’s hard to argue against the Immortal-tinged frostbite of upbeat fare like “Impending War”, it’s incisor-sharp riffs ridged with permafrost. There’s good stuff here, no doubt. But it struggles to distinguish itself from its peers overall because there just isn’t much about it that’s new, original, or – unfortunately – exceptional.

    Album Review: Iselder - The 38th Division

    Iselder do a thing that I like, but with the best will in the world to them, I’m struggling to connect with it. It feels like it will nail a good section, filled with righteous invective, but then lose steam when it has to move on from that riff. Take “Call to Arms” for example – it opens like the razing of Christendom, massacres amongst the holy host, blood upon the altar, all that good shit. But then then at 1.31 the momentum stalls. The position consolidates. It’s not bad, but the step back from scorched earth tactics is noticeable and forces a brake check into the mix. The song is essentially 3 riffs repeated, and when one of which feels like a smoke break, it gives the overall track this odd sense of being a little underdeveloped while also checking it’s own velocity twice. It’s true that I prefer it when the songs fire off like a sprint team being chased by randy bears, but even under the best circumstances, these riffs feel a bit stock standard. Phrasings that have been common parlance from the moment we all first sighted a Blaze in the Northern Sky, martial rhythms Marduk built a career around, so on and so forth. I can get on board with it when it’s at it’s most frantic, but even then I’m only ever at half-mast. “Embrace the End” has some tasty swaps between it’s verse and chorus and a suitably bombastic tempo, but it’s so philopatric that I find myself calling to mind the usual classics as points of reference, then wondering why I’m not just listening to them instead.

    The best black metal sends a man scurrying back to Christ. It’s misanthropy scrawled on frost-clad cliff faces, blood flash-freezing to red snowflakes as it sprays into wind-whipped air. What Iselder presents is a competent addition to the style, but you can’t rise beyond your roots when you’ve nailed yourself to them. Which isn’t to say that I could do better, but these guys definitely could. I’d not suggesting that they need to get madly into King Crimson albums and fly off on esoteric tangents, but shit, maybe hitting the psychedelics and seeing where their talents could take them wouldn’t be the worst plan in the world. Iselder obviously have a top-shelf album in them in terms of their ability to play their instruments, but on this one at least their compositional skills sadly haven’t delivered the goods.

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  • LISTEN: Three Tracks From My Chemical Romance’s ‘Danger Days’ Remaster

    My Chemical Romance have shared three new versions of tracks that are set to appear on their upcoming 15th anniversay edition of ‘Danger Days’.

    Set for release on July 10 via Reprise/Warner Records, the album will include the original tracklist fully remastered as well as nine bonus tracks. From ‘We Don’t Need Another Song About California’ to ‘Mastaa of Ravenkroft’, ‘Zero Percent’ to ‘F.T.W.W.W’, it’s the first time these tracks will be available on both streaming and vinyl.

    It will be available in multiple 2LP configurations, including picture disc, zoetrope, and various colour variants, alongside CD and cassette.

    So, to give you a taste of what the new master of the record is going to sound like, you can hear ‘Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back, ’S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W’ and ‘Summertime’ right now.

    The immediate takeaway is just how luscious and full the tracks feel. ‘Save Yourself…’ is as big and bold a rock song as it should be, ‘S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W’ is flowery and sun-stained and ‘Summertime’ is indie-rock at its most romantic and rousing.

    A new view on an album that continues to show just much depth it has all these years later.

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  • Fires In The Distance – Circadian Promise Review

    [Cover art by Caelan Stokkermans]

    “Change–and everything is change; nothing can be held on to–to the degree that you go with a stream, you see, you are are still, you are flowing with it. But to the degree you resist the stream, then you notice that the current is rushing past you and fighting you. So swim with it, go with it, and you’re there.”

    This bit of wisdom, provided by British philosopher Alan Watts, appears via soundbite early in the second side of Circadian Promise, the third full length release forthcoming from Connecticut’s Fires in Distance. Change is the iron law of life, Watts tells us, so we may as well roll with it. Sound advice in general, but you may find it particularly useful in grappling with the U.S. melodic death-doomers’ latest effort. 

    Circadian Promise finds the band changing in the ways life invariably does, with subtle shifts catalyzing significant impact. Consider the riffing approach the band employs here; the sound is pleasingly similar to what we heard on 2023’s mighty Air Not Meant for Us – mid-paced, melodic and rendered in a bruising baritone. But unlike on their previous effort, the band is no-longer composing the kind lyrical, multi-bar riffs that positioned them, at least in my mind, as a contemporary answer to Opeth’s first two albums. Here, instead, the rhythm guitar parts are compact and seem to be making room for more expressive lead work.

    Track 2, “To You, the Author of My Fade,” begins with a tidy melodic death metal riff that wouldn’t sound out of place on Dark Tranquillity’s Damage Done album, but played a few steps down the neck. On its own, it’s about half as interesting as any of the standout guitar parts we got on Air Not Meant for Us, but as the band iterates, introduces some syncopated drums and builds to a triumphant post-bridge guitar solo, you come to appreciate the trade-off of virtuosic riffwork for matured songcraft. 

    Release date: June 12, 2026. Label: Prosthetic Records.
    We witness this dynamic in full flight on album standout “Lightless Days of the Songless Bird,” which features a chorus built around an elegant lead-line dancing atop a bare-bones and down-tuned chord progression. While these parts are engaging enough on their own, the real pleasure of the song rests not on any single guitar part, but instead on following the composition as it gradually introduces new riffs, adds new harmonic layers and eventually pours over into another cathartic solo. While it’s fair to say there isn’t a riff here that beats anything on Air–though the bit of guitar interplay that peeks out at the 5-minute-mark is fantastic–I’d offer that there probably isn’t a composition on the band’s previous work that matches the competence and confidence on display here. 

    A band photo featuring the current lineup of Fires in the Distance Not all the changes Fires in the Distance display on Circadian Promise are quite so subtle. Those who’ve kept up with the band between releases surely know that vocalist Kristian Grimaldi was replaced by Brendan Hayter. Fans can debate the former front man’s significance relative to that of lead composer Yegor Savonin, but to my ears, Grimaldi’s absence is deeply felt. We’re squarely in the realm of subjective personal preference here, but Grimaldi’s baritone bark helped to ground the band’s sound in the style of early 2000s Gothic metal–think Finland’s Rapture and Italy’s Novembre–whereas Hayter’s Mikael Stanne-inspired high register delivery feels at odds with instrumentalists who do their best work on the low-end. Hayter also introduces some clean singing to the mix on Circadian Promise, and his performance is on time, in key and generally a worthwhile contribution to the band’s evolution as songwriters. But just as even really, ridiculously good-looking people need a distinctive beauty mark to truly catch our eye, I personally think Hayter could significantly benefit by adding a little ugly to his performance, rather than hewing safely to the middle ground.

    But here I am, resisting the stream as it rushes past me. Give me a dose of truth-serum, and I’d be hard pressed to isolate an objective flaw in Hayter’s vocal performance. I’d just have to admit that it’s simply new–the lead indicator of Fires in the Distance both subtly and significantly becoming a different band than the one that made Air Not Meant for Us an album that ranks quite high on my list of the decade’s best. Change … everything is change. You can stand against the stream or go with its flow; I’ve done a bit of both with Circadian Promise, but I’ve ultimately found the moments where I’ve done the latter enriching enough to recommend fans of this style to dive in as well.

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