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psalmsofpsychosis · 2 years
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Hear me
Follow this calling
I know you see me, fear me
But try to believe me
Hid away, your longing will only grow
And you'll only grow older
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happymetalgirl · 4 years
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2019
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Despite all the hubbub about year-end wrap-ups, and decade-end wrap-ups this year, it feels to me like as soon as the year is over and the next one starts people immediately stop caring about all the top tens and bottom tens.
I got really busy over this past December and, along with missing out on reviewing several albums I wanted to review, I totally missed writing the extensive year-end lists I had planned. Last year I had listed over 50 of my favorite albums and nearly 100 of my favorite songs, and I wanted to do lists this year that would follow 2018′s lists respectably. Unfortunately, time got the better of me, and it still has the better of me, but I feel like I still should at least offer some kind of closure on last year.
It’s not going to be nearly 150 entries, but I do want to very briefly give an abbreviated list of my favorite songs, my favorite metal albums, my favorite non-metal albums, my least favorite albums of 2019. I’ll be keeping the lists pretty short, but I’ll go numerically still, starting with the bad news first.
The Bottom 10 Albums of 2019:
Maybe it’s my being calloused to what’s awful, or just doing a better job of avoiding it, but I feel like I wasn’t as angry at my bottom ten this year (2019) as I was at the two that preceded it, and perhaps it’s because I feel like I got pretty much what I was expecting with most of what I heard here; not as many of these were tremendous letdowns like Bullet for My Valentine with Gravity or just horrendous beyond comprehension like Black Vale Brides’ Vale. But just because I expected the shit didn’t mean it necessarily went down any easier when I had to ingest it this year.
Like the two years before 2019 when I did worst-of lists, a lot of the worst of the genre came from obviously contrived mainstream playlist/radio bait projects from bands to which it comes as no surprise. This year didn’t include as much shitty political commentary (being that I could probably fill this list with NSBM if I actively sought that shit out) or nostalgic cash grabs as the past two years, but the staleness of the long-tired formulas by which these radio-aspiring bands adhere to in their pursuits of mainstream crossover (or maintenance) only grows more frustrating the older they get. And the amount of surrender by so many bands to Imagine Dragons’ way of dominating the rock charts has been similarly frustrating. Often cited as the new Nickelback, we now kind of look back on Nickelback with a little bit of rose-tinted hindsight with the realization that it was mostly their omnipresence that irritated us all, and the case is the same for Imagine Dragons, but I don’t remember quite as many bands trying to copy the very unoriginal Nickelback and replicate “Photograph” or “Rockstar”. But I have heard so many acts churn out knock-offs of “Radioactive”, and “Believer”, and “Whatever It Takes” in obvious attempts to get themselves into that band’s royal court on the rock charts. There was of course plenty of unimaginative atmospheric blackgaze and post-metal to be found, but even the worst of that was just ineffective and boring at worst and not so much torture upon the eardrums like the albums to follow are.
10. Bad Wolves - N.A.T.I.O.N.
We didn’t get a Five Finger Death Punch album this year, so Bad Wolves came to the rescue to fill that void in 2019, despite also releasing an album in 2018. Though I’ve seen already that FFDP are slated for a release in 2020, so, great... While I would say that N.A.T.I.O.N.’s few high points made it a slightly better project overall than the band’s debut, those highlights were not nearly enough to outweigh the bafflingly poorly arranged variety pack of trashy alt rock ballads and formulaic alt metal from ten years ago that made up the majority of this album. As erratic as its flow was, everything on this album was so predictable once you got a ten-second taste of any given song, a few too many of which reeked heavily of Nickelback (and I know I just got done saying not that many bands really copied them, but that’s how obsolete and dated this album sounds at times). It’s obvious trying to market to FFDP’s demographic and co-occupy that giant, lucrative SiriusXM niche with them, and I’m just not thrilled to have basically a clone of FFDP walking around, taking up space in the metal ecosystem to keep an eye on.
9. Municipal Waste - The Last Rager
It might seem mean to put an EP down here, but my god this was terrible. If it had gone on longer it would undoubtedly quickly make its way to the top (well, bottom) of this list. I feel like my negative review of Slime and Punishment and this EP could at face value be miscontrued as me just being a sourpuss and a way too self-serious critic or just having it out for Municipal Waste, but I love thrash, I love totally not serious music, and I wish there was more high-profile fresh thrash being released these days. I wish one of the few notable thrash releases I heard in 2019 wasn’t bottom-ten quality. But that is just where Municipal Waste are right now, lazy, run-of-the-mill party thrash that is so deficient in that real vibrant party energy that this style of music needs to work. Yeah, I get that it’s not supposed to be taken seriously, but it’s so clearly recycled that it’s not even fun, the one thing it’s supposed to be. It’s like the shit near the end of the human centipede.
8. King 810 - Suicide King
I really wasn’t expecting much from this album, and that’s pretty much what I got, with the added bonus of a weirdly amateurishly experimental flair to King 810′s usual street-cred chest-puffing brand of retro rap/nu metal. I imagine fans of the band enjoyed the added theatrics and the usual chug-backed struggle bars, but I found the whole thing to be just kind of ham-fisted and kooky. It wasn’t one of the more infuriating releases I heard all year, but I sure as hell won’t be eagerly returning to it.
7. Attila - Villain
This was another musically recycled album from a band that usually makes their appeal through fun, nasty bangers. While the music on the album was, sure, as derivative as Attila’s deathcore usually is, the primary issue with Villain was the soured attitude of the band’s usually charismatic frontman. Fronz went from being the life of the party (who, while oozing with fratboy energy that you really wouldn’t want to be around anywhere else except a crowded rager, you could at least count on to be cool and keep the party going) to that loud, overzealous asshole trying to turn up when it’s totally not the time and then getting pissy when met with resistance, making it about him and making everyone around him uncomfortable and totally. Fronz sounds like a drunk asshole challenging you everyone to chug faster than him at best and like a pushy frat bro at worst, embodying the title of the album way to much in a manner where it’s justified that he be viewed that way, if not generous given the term’s romanticized connotations. Silver lining: I listened to “It Is What It Is” during a workout the other day, and that track is a qualified banger.
6. Saint Vitus - Saint Vitus
I think this is the only doom metal album to reach a bottom ten spot for me at any point this decade, and I’m not surprised that it’s Saint Vitus doing it. The band’s self-titled record was so derivative and wholly unoriginal, it was like listening to a cheap Sabbath cosplay. It was so long ago that I listened to it in full that I honestly don’t remember anything specific about the album, but I sure remember how I felt while listening to it every time.
5. Steel Panther - Heavy Metal Rules
Probably the biggest letdown on this list, I actually really enjoyed the band’s 2017 effort, Lower the Bar; I felt like they had got a better handle on their comedic parody of 80′s glam metal than any of the three albums before it, despite it not getting as much attention as their debut, for instance. This one, however, captured the cringe and cheese of the 80′s just fine, but with the jokes falling flat or way too repetitive, it just sounded like a less subtly raunchy version of an actual hair metal album. It’s another album that’s just supposed to be fun, but wasn’t nearly the experience it set out to be, the difference being that this one’s failure seems to have come more from a bout of writer’s block than anything else, which is understandable, five albums in, to a project that specifically makes fun of one dead subgenre of metal.
4. Arch Enemy - Covered in Blood
This has to be one of the shittiest covers albums I’ve ever heard, with Arch Enemy earning record points for monotony on this one. The whole thing sounds like the band just tossed a hefty album’s worth into an Arch Enemy processor that just stripped away all the songs’ character and replaced it with low-effort growls and robotic melodeath guitar playing. At its best, the band offers up passable by-the-books rehashes of songs up their melodeath alley; at its worst they butcher songs they have no business putting so little effort into covering. And it’s fucking 70 minutes long! So they get points for the agonizing length too, as well as incompetence points (I’ve yet to hear a death-growled cover of an Iron Maiden song go well), and, yeah, laziness points too. So many of these were recorded already years ago as bonus tracks to past albums, yet the band couldn’t spare the effort to make the new recordings like a little bit exciting.
3. Papa Roach - Who Do You Trust?
I’m not even mad about this one; I knew it was gonna suck, my curiosity just got the best of me and I was treated to some of the most laughably amateurish lyricism and poorly dated rap rock and alt metal instrumentation I’ve heard since the Prophets of Rage album two years ago. Jacoby Shaddix is doing features these days with hit or miss results, but what the hell is Papa Roach going to be this coming decade? More of this? I just don’t know whose socks this is supposed to knock off. Who’s getting hyped for more Papa Roach in the 2020′s? Probably me, just to see how poorly this band continues to try to keep up with the already sluggish pace of radio rock trends as the signature style they feel obligated to keep a tether to ages poorly.
2. Skillet - Victorious
Now this one I was kind of mad about, and I was expecting it to be pretty bad too. Skillet sold their soul to the whim of pop rock radio early last decade and haven’t been interesting to listen to for a long time now, to the point where it’s so obvious that raspy frontman John Cooper started his own side outlet for his more passionate urges while he lets the winds of pop rock and Christian rock playlist curation steer his main project for little more than a paycheck. The band’s reputable touring work ethic is such a stark contrast to their transparent artistic laziness and spinelessness. Again, despite the formulaic broad-reaching rock radio fodder, embarrassingly cheesy ballads, the token heavy tune at the end for the long-time fans, and even the obviously contrived Imagine Dragons mimicry being totally predicted, it was still so frustrating how blatantly soulless and capital-motivated this thing was to hear.
1. Mark Morton - Anesthetic
I didn’t really have any expectations for this album, but my god was it the year’s quietest disaster of a collaboration project. I didn’t hear anyone else talking about this thing after it came out nearly as much as I did leading up to it, and thank god. The album is supposedly a solo project from the Lamb of God axeman, a distilled showcase of his creative voice, but the whole thing feels like it was in the hands of label execs the whole time and he was just the guy who recorded guitar tracks to all these songs. For some reason, a lot of these “star-studded”, compilation-album-feeling projects in the metal world don’t seem to come out so well, maybe because no one involved is bringing their A-game to a feature in a compilation album, and that is exactly what Anesthetic suffers from, and it suffers fucking hard, not just from the utter lack of cohesion and poor flow from track to track, but from the phoned-in performances of the guests on the variety of generic, underwritten, surface-level songs. Like, again, this is a project under Mark Morton’s name, one that’s supposed to be guided primarily by his artistic vision; you’re telling me, Spinefarm Records, that the Lamb of God guitarist’s vision of a solo album is various flavors of neutered rock/metal radio bait? And he was satisfied with everyone’s contributions to this thing? The whole thing feels like he was just along for the ride and the project was never even in his hands, like Spinefarm had the idea/opportunity to do a various artists comp. album but thought putting under Morton’s name would be more marketable or something. Maybe that hypothesis is totally off, but regardless, this album is a colossal failure on the performance and writing fronts, the worst thing I voluntarily heard in 2019.
My 20 Favorite Songs of 2019:
Okay! With the trash taken to the curb, I feel like it might be time to address before getting into my favorite songs that they might not resemble my favorite albums quite as much as previous years, one, because this is very abbreviated, and, two, because some songs really lend themselves to enjoyment outside the context of their album more than other songs. One band here lands three entries and probably would have landed a whole lot more on a slightly longer list simply because of how great of music their album this year was for me to work out to. But I tried to diversify this list a bit so that it wasn’t just my favorite additions to my workout playlist. The top albums, I promise, are a far better representation of the year in metal for me. But anyway...
20. Periphery - “Blood Eagle”
Periphery have pretty much crystallized their brand of djent now and spent much of this year’s album doing a little adventurousness with it, but the first single, “Blood Eagle”, was one of the more traditional, crushing, explosion tracks from the album, harnessing hardcore groove, punishing accents, tasty guitar tones, and emphatic vocals of both the coarse and soaring variety. The song isn’t anything new for Periphery, but it’s a tremendous example of how potent they are at their heaviest and how easy it is for them to disprove their detractors who lampoon them for Spencer’s clean singing.
19. Panopticon - “The Crescendo of Dusk”
Despite being a one-off piece kind of off the beaten path for Panopticon for a two-track EP recorded during the previous double-albums’ sessions, this song is a fantastic example of bold, cathartic blackgaze whose soulful choral climax is built up to and pays off phenomenally, and that’s not the side of atmospheric black metal Panopticon usually wanders too. It’s a gorgeous piece that is worth it for every moment of its 12-minute runtime.
18. Car Bomb - “Scattered Sprites”
Switching quickly to a much shorter and more jolting song, it was hard to pick a prime highlight on Car Bomb’s new album, but ultimately I found myself loving the tasty, effects-laden, Meshuggah-esque 8-string mathcore groove of “Scattered Sprites” and the rest of the song’s fascinating tonal jumps from Deftones-ish atmosphere to crushing distorted madness. It certainly represents very well the constantly transforming beast that the band’s fourth album was.
17. Spirit Adrift - “Angel & Abyss”
On yet another album full of songs that would have packed a longer list, Spirit Adrift’s standout moment on Divided by Darkness was, for me, the melodically soulful trad-doom power ballad of sorts, “Angel & Abyss”. The melodic guitar leads being the obvious driver of the song’s feels, the clean and rhythm backing and the seething vocal delivery are perhaps the underappreciated foundation for the extra emotive NWOBHM-influenced guitar leads to shine through.
16. Inter Arma - “The Atavist's Meridian”
Definitely the standout track from Sulphur English, “The Atavist’s Meridian” is a menacing mammoth of a song, twelve-and-a-half minutes of brooding, towering sludge and haunting echoed throat-gurgling growls. Even when the wall of sound gets less jagged, the lour does not let up as the band maintain their fearsome, ominous presence in the song’s more atmospheric middle section and burst back so satisfyingly to round it out. There are bands out there that stick to this form of sludgy, death-y doom metal much more exclusively and religiously than Inter Arma who wouldn’t be able to top this.
15. Opeth - “Charlatan” My favorite cut from Opeth’s most ambitious album this decade, the band actually sound energized and adventurous on this song rather than just playing 70’s prog dress-up. The Meshuggah-esque bass groove on here is of course right up my alley, but the whole song is full of actual progressive dynamic that keeps you fixated on it and it’s intriguing emotive journey.
14. Sermon - “The Preacher”
Being the second-to-last song on the album, “The Preacher” kind of goes hand-in-hand with “The Rise of the Desiderata” as part of the album’s climactic ending, and it’s as meticulous and calculated as every track on the album with its small, this song being a standout for its particular dynamic between is louder and softer sections, making it such a thriller of a track that serves its role as part of the album’s climax beautifully.
13. Misery Index - “New Salem”
I’ve loved Rituals of Power all year and there have been several standout tracks for me, but “New Salem”, with its gruff refrain and relentless powerviolence aggression, has been my favorite from the album this year, one of them top workout playlist tracks for me this past year. It’s a pretty straightforward, fast, brutal track, but god is it effective.
12. Korn - “You’ll Never Find Me”
From the irksome guitar wails from Munky and the thick and tasty seven-string accents from Head, to Jonathan Davis’ volatile vocal delivery, “You’ll Never Find Me”, is one of the (several) prime examples of Korn’s committed return to their old-school sound on this album that really fucking stuck the landing and impressed. That build-up to that fucking intense headbanging crash at the bridge is exactly what made me such a fan of Korn’s early work in the first place, and this song is one of, again, several that shows why more than twenty years down the road while all their imitators have come and gone, Korn have been the dedicated champions of nu metal.
11. Cattle Decapitation - “Time’s Cruel Curtain”
It was honestly hard picking a favorite from Death Atlas, but I felt like this song captured the album’s lyrics’ overall dread and gloom in the musical sense pretty well through the dissonant clean guitars and Travis Ryan’s melodic snarling, which is particularly gut-wrenching on the chorus. And it’s as fierce, fast, and disgustingly brutal as we’ve come to expect of Cattle Decapitation now.
10. Motionless in White - “Thoughts & Prayers”
One of the many vibrant, tasty alternative metalcore bangers from the band’s fifth LP that dominated my workout playlist this year, “Thoughts and Prayers” is undoubtedly the most blasphemously in-your-face, Slipknot-influenced cut that highlights the highs of metalcore heaviness the band have no trouble reaching. The defiant attitude of the melodic chorus’ refusing of prayers for help, and really the whole song’s self-sufficient denial of religion over some of the band’s most potent metalcore to date, got me past a lot of physical thresholds this year.
9. Babymetal - “Arkadia”
Babymetal on their first two albums for me have been a project trying to iron out their vision of J-pop metal fusion in real time with the first and second albums’ primordial experiments producing the odd hit among many more misses, but this year’s Metal Galaxy was far more consistent, less stylistically clumsy, and packed full of hits. And if this list was longer, there wold be several bops and bangers from that record here. And while circumstance had just one song in my top 20 this year, what a tremendous entry it is. The album’s closing track, “Arkadia” starts out like a basic-ass Dragonforce cut, but the triumphant melodies quickly lead into higher and higher echelons of catharsis with the guitar vocalist Su-metal delivering the most powerfully soaring performance of the band’s career. It’s like a Dragonforce song that blows most (if not all) Dragonforce songs out of the water through its sheer unashamed passion. And while I know there are many in that camp who stiff-arm Babymetal and would wretch and rage-quit upon simply hearing Su-metal’s voice come in, I imagine they would have a hard time denying this song’s power if tricked into listening to a guy’s vocal cover over the instrumental.
8. Rammstein - “Puppe”
While Cattle Decapitation’s “With All Disrespect” is certainly a gut-punchingly grim outlook on humanity’s self-destruction, this standout cut from the German industrial metal juggernauts’ self-titled album is undoubtedly the most chilling cut on this list, and quite possibly Rammstein’s entire catalog. Till Lindemann’s poetic narration of the song’s dark story is expertly timed and laid out, but his gripping, manic, wholly unsettling vocal performance, coupled with the rest of the band’s brilliantly scored instrumental tracking, is what paralyzes you in terrified awe of the song.
7. Motionless in White - “Disguise”
Another alt-metal banger that dominated my workouts this year, the opening title track to the band’s fifth album isn’t really doing anything all that revolutionary or stylistically original, yet it’s somehow distinctly Motionless in White and it succeeds and makes it here simply because its execution of such a straightforward, yet often fucked-up style is so on-point.
6. Sermon - “The Rise of the Desiderata”
The grand finish to one of the subtlest, yet most magnificent progressive metal albums of the decade (spoiler I guess), “The Rise of the Desiderata”, even outside the context of the album building up to it, is a tremendous work of patient, well-measured progressive metal that exemplifies so magnificently what that band did with such a small musical arsenal on Birth of the Marvelous. The slow, brooding build-up to the absolutely orgasmic finish is hardly a mere waiting game, with not a dull second of the song, and the thematic climax of “rise! rise!” chants the song finishes on is, for me, the kind of representative of rewarding and immersive journey prog metal is all about!
5. Motionless in White - “Holding on to Smoke”
This one was the sleeper hit (in my eyes) for the band this year; in the album’s marginally weaker second half after the slew of bangers that occupied the first, “Holding on to Smoke” is the perseverant anthem among anthems that almost single-handedly lifts that second half. But outside the context of the album, “Holding on to Smoke” is not excessively heavy like “Thoughts & Prayers”, not even as catchy as the bouncy “<c/ode>”, and not even as sick in the breakdown department as “Disguise”, but it more than makes up for it in sheer performative passion and the compositional consistency that characterizes the whole album and strings the determination teeming throughout the song together into a hugely triumphant banger of a track.
4. Periphery - “Satellites”
Periphery really outdid themselves on the grand, ethereally cathartic closing track to their fourth (and best) self-titled album. Unlike the directly aggressive “Blood Eagle”, “Satellites” is a much longer, more multi-staged, moodier piece that gradually builds up from bright, somber reverb-driven ambiance into several tremendously heartfelt and instrumentally full-bodied crescendos, with the band timing their bursts of heavy energy perfectly. Spencer wildly outdoes himself in particular with his gloriously high-flying vocal performance during the song’s cathartic climax. It’s such a great ending to a great album, and such a great picture of Periphery’s constant perfecting of their sound.
3. As I Lay Dying - “My Own Grave”
It was released in 2018, but I included it here instead of that year’s list because I had the hunch at the time that it would be part of an As I Lay Dying album, and it was. But the first song the band released after their unlikely reunion was always going to be a contentious one given the situation with Tim Lambesis, and being that the song was released at a time when Tim would have still have almost two years in prison to go if he had done his full original sentence of six years, the importance of the band’s first release since that whole terrible situation transpired is hard to overstate. Everyone else in the band had to justify linking back up with a convicted felon and reentering the fold of music again, and “My Own Grave” is exactly the statement they needed to make. During his trial and after his early release, Tim had kept pretty quiet, but from the one somber video exposition he gave before entering prison, it was pretty clear he knew and finally accepted how badly he fucked up, and that awareness of his own terrible failure, succumbing to evil, and his understanding that he still has a lot to do to make things right is what makes this song so vitally confessional and the determination expressed so powerful. And this all comes through not just in the lyrics, but in the passionate performances from everyone on the song as well. It’s an emphatic triumph in classic metalcore fashion through (higher, more real-life stakes than usual for the genre) the worst of one’s own faults.
2. Demon Hunter - “Peace”
This one is kind of the enigma of this list, a more subtle, hard rock track than the rest of the heavy, boisterous bangers here, but what an excellent song it is from the mellower of the sister albums the band released in 2019. Ryan Clark’s smooth, baritone subtlety serves as a veneer of calmness in the face of collapse as he sings a tearful welcoming of the peace from the pain of a sin-ridden world that finally comes with death. There’s almost a suicidal angle to the song, but it might be more representative of one’s readiness to be taken into a divinely peaceful afterlife after a lifetime of struggle, which is pretty insightful from Ryan Clark and captures that feeling in a tangible way even for people with (ideally) many years ahead of them like me, I must say. Either way, it’s a much more sober pondering on one’s own mortality and the temporariness of everything around us than its upbeat rock tempo initially lets on, the kind of meditation that gives people hope and faith in a heavenly afterlife.
1. Rammstein - “Deutschland”
Simultaneously subtle and directly expressive, Rammstein’s lead single from their self-titled 2019 album may not have been as musically outrageous as its grand, ambitious video was, but the song itself sure stands on its own just fine as a tense, conflicted song of pleading heartbreak to a nation and its history, and who better in metal to write a threnody for a Germany caught in the middle of the rest of Europe’s refugee crisis and its own version of many nations’ recent fights against a resurgence of right-wing extremism than Till Lindemann. The tone of the song is so mournful and heartbroken, as though it’s a song about leaving a lover you still want to love, yet stern and firm in its principle.
5 Outside Albums of 2019:
I’ve made a point the past two years to highlight the music I enjoyed outside the metal sphere, usually keeping it to a few mini-reviews of five “outside” albums, and this year it was certainly hard to narrow down the immense amount of quality hip hop, indie rock, experimental rock, especially jazz (Jesus, there was so much good jazz this year), and even some respectable pop music I heard this year. The paragraphs are going to be shorter this time around, but I still wanted to show my appreciation for these albums.
Purple Mountains - Purple Mountains
Formed by David Berman, the former frontman of Silver Jews (who helped pioneer the flavor of indie rock/alt country in the 90′s and early 2000′s that got me more into indie music) ten years after the termination of Silver Jews, his short-lived return from retirement from music through Purple Mountains’ sole eponymous album only became more tragic after Berman committed suicide less than a month after the record’s release. The subject matter was as confessional and depressive as anything from Silver Jews, my favorite song from the record immediately after its release, “Nights That Won’t Happen” (a song very clearly indicating Berman grappling with the guilt of his suicidal mindset), being an even more bleak song in the posthumous context. Upon learning that Berman had come back to music, formed this project, and made this record full of emotionally retching expositions of his mental state in an effort to pay down a crippling mass of debt (which I’m sure had a significant impact on his decision to end his own life), it makes the album all the more devastating and my feeling toward it much more complicated. Much like David Bowie’s Blackstar, Purple Mountains takes on a different light in the aftermath of its creator’s death so soon after its release, the songs on Purple Mountains pretty much as prophetic as those on Blackstar, though Berman’s foreseeing of having to take his death into his own hands as opposed to Bowie’s waiting for the inevitability of the progression of his cancer gives this album a much less celebratory, commemorative feeling than that of Blackstar, though listening back through it now with 20/20 hindsight really puts the similar element of inevitability into perspective too, and it makes it hard to really enjoy this album in a sense similar to how I enjoy most of my metal and most other music. Knowing that this album was secondarily a last ditch effort by Berman to lessen the burden of the tremendous anxiety caused by his poor financial state, and primarily a means of talking himself through his decision to end his life in the likely event that the album and its touring cycle didn’t make that burden bearable enough, it’s very hard to listen to and be thankful for this album that kind of indirectly killed its creator. The existential dread of crippling debt is no light weight, however, and the art Berman made and was proud of should not bear the brunt of the blame for what the procedures of a heartless and oppressive economic system at least catalyzed, if not caused. Purple Mountains is a hard album to listen to, but its tragic surroundings aside, it is a welcome return of one of indie music’s most brilliant and influential voices, even if just for a moment.
Denzel Curry - ZUU
On a much different note, Denzel Curry made a quick return to the studio after creatively upping his game yet again on his 2018 album, TA13OO. And while not as ambitiously conceptual or dense as TA13OO, ZUU was yet another banger-packed display of pure rapping prowess. It’s been stated that good form is just that, temporary, and a mere snapshot of an artist’s trajectory, and that it takes time and consistency to prove class. Well Curry is undoubtedly in very good form right now, and has been for the past five or six years and has been making the most of it, only getting better and better across his main projects and his consistently fire guest appearances. And sure it’s arguable that he’s just making the most of his hot streak by putting out as much as possible while he’s one fire, but it’s at the point where if this was a flash in the pan it would have been over by now, and Curry’s still going. The dude put out a megamix of spare verses already this year, and it’s killer! The man at this point, in my eyes, is class, and definitely one of hip hop’s most exceptional forces now that he’s finally getting his long-deserved acclaim. As far as ZUU goes, yeah it’s quick and more about tight bars and emphatic delivery than any grand concept, but to reduce assessment of this to as if it mere turn-up music would be improper, as Curry uses this album to jump at the opportunity given to him by the traction of TA13OO to elevate his hometown and pay tribute to his friends and family who have been with him throughout his journey, and shed light on the roughness of the reality of life for the people he cares about in Carol City, Florida. And he pays tribute to those who got him here with such passion and splendor that it’s tangible and invigorating even from far outside.
Angel Olsen - All Mirrors
I saw a fair amount of people (mostly outside her fanbase) complaining about Angel Olsen’s handling of her more instrumentally dense fourth LP, which I don’t get at all. Olsen had tread the ground of minimal indie folk thoroughly on her early work and she proved she could handle a bigger instrumental pallet on 2016′s My Woman, of which All Mirrors is a well-executed expansion on that bolsters Olsen’s emphatic sonic presence without suffocating her out of her own songs, which I never had any worries about with the raw vocal power she’s showcased convincingly before. And Olsen remains at her open, heartfelt best in terms of lyricism and songwriting on the album, no drop-off in emotional potency or sonic beauty, so I’m a little confused with some of the griping over this album. I love it and highly recommend it.
Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah - Ancestral Recall
It was hard to pick a from the several great jazz records this past year (so much great afro-percussion-driven stuff coming from the UK lately that has been scratching my itch like crazy), The Comet Is Coming had an LP and a similarly impressive follow-up EP both in 2019 that made thrilling use of electronics amid the energetic jazz madness and Matana Roberts had put out an intriguing spoken-word concept album tied together with some of the most eccentric avant-garde jazz instrumentation I heard all year. But I ultimately went with the dynamic and delicious Ancestral Recall from Christian Scott, whose impressively holistic weaving together of traditional jazz elements with hip hop and modern jazz atmosphere, despite not being as quite up my violent jazz alley as other records this year, I could not deny the magnificence and accomplishments of. The electronics are kept to a minimum and used only to highlight the work of the piano, horns, and percussion typically associated with the genre, but none of it feels at all unnatural or clashing, rather a cooperative interplay between old and new that elevates both and shows what they can achieve in harmony. And yes, there are plenty of boisterous trumpet performances from the main man to quench that thirst. But it’s an album about respect for the foundational work of the genres incorporated and expanding on it rather than demolishing and rebuilding it.
clipping. - There Existed an Addiction to Blood
My favorite non-metal album of the year, clipping. really took the campy genre of horrorcore to far more cinematic and tangible realms through their signature noisy/industrial approach. And There Existed and Addiction to Blood is a project where after hearing it, it left me with a sense of “well, duh”. Of course clipping. would absolutely nail an actually immersive and not totally laughable horrorcore album. The members’ experiences in cinema serve as a tremendous asset to this album as William Hutson and Jonathan Snipes produce an industrially enhanced horror score to soundtrack Daveed Diggs’ gripping rapped storytelling, which takes so many of the genres tropes and breathes fresh air into them to make them far more vital and consequential in this day and age. And the songs (many of which are serious bangers) are immersive, cinematic, and intense in a way that I could see a lot of metalheads enjoying. I could seriously go on about the chilling bursts of distortion on the twisted club turn-up track, “Club Down”, or the cold swagger of Diggs’ delivery on the industrially tense “All in Your Head”, or the suspense of the more instrumentally traditional house-hideout cut “Nothing Is Safe”, but I would be going on for paragraphs, and I said one. If there’s one album for people reading this section to check out, it’s this one.
My 30 Favorite Metal Albums of 2019:
Yeah, 30 is keeping it really short here; I feel like I could have included a couple dozen other very praiseworthy metal albums here, but this post is massive enough and I don’t have time for that. As far as patterns or trends go, metal’s respective subgenres largely continued to mind their own business as the divergent evolution that the genre has been undergoing since the passing of its peak of mainstream limelight has progressed. The metallic hardcore revival is still going strong with a lot of bands outside that scene taking notice and influence from these vibrant younger bands (Code Orange being the obvious prominent example) and their ancestors. I heard a lot more hardcore-influenced breakdowns and noisy industrial-ish guitar work this year than usual, and even though it graced that shitty aforementioned Bad Wolves album, the metallic hardcore song was a highlight and most of the hardcore influence I’ve heard outside that scene has been implemented well. The year also saw a lot of big, storied names in metal releasing high-profile projects and really coming through and exceeding most realistic expectations (with one quite notable exception), so a good portion of this top 30 is going to contain your basic bitch, Loudwire-type picks, but, you know, those acts delivered and earned their way here in my eyes. This whole thing has gotten pretty out of hand, and what was planned as a quick year’s recap is now a gargantuan mega-post, so I’m going to TRY to make these quick.
30. Full of Hell - Weeping Choir
It’s hard to complain about a pretty continuous sequel to one of the most addictive deathgrind albums in years (Trumpeting Ecstasy); I’m sure not griping about it. Weeping Choir may not have as high of peaks as its predecessor, but it’s a similarly compact, dizzying, and forward-thinking release that definitely earned similar respect.
29. King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard - Infest the Rats’ Nest
Thank god King Gizz released this, otherwise there wouldn’t be a bonafide thrash album in this top 30. Despite not really being a “thrash band” or even a “metal band”, King Gizzard’s adventurousness and versatility makes their adaptability to this style come as no real surprise. In fact the naturalness with which the band play shows that they have clearly always had a true reverence for the genre and have wanted to make this album for a long time. The album is as fuzzy as King Gizz usually is, taking on a very old-school vibe in tribute to the genre’s progenitors without being mere nostalgia. I doubt they’ll do it, but I can dream of more of this from the Gizz.
28. Knocked Loose - A Different Shade of Blue
Knocked Loose have quickly established themselves as one of the strongest forces in metallic hardcore these days, with each album improving significantly off the last, and A Different Shade of Blue being the latest in a string of stronger and stronger releases from them, embodying pure hardcore aggression with precision accuracy and efficiency.
27. Lord Mantis - Universal Death Church
Looking back through this band’s catalog (I hadn’t heard of them before this album), they’ve always taken a very sinister and esoteric approach to experimental black metal that makes them and Profound Lore a match made in heaven as a prime representation of the boundary-pushing ethos the label does well to curate, and Universal Death Church is a fine example of the band’s signature incredible capacity to make black metal nastier and more nightmarish than it already is.
26. Infant Annihilator - The Battle of Yaldabaoth
The Battle of Yaldabaoth is such a ridiculous album and such a treat for it, the unreal, gratuitous techdeath wankery so obscene, it’s impossible to take too seriously and not love for its absurdity. It’s a fun album and one that fast-forwards much of the increasingly fast and techy death metal straight to its next musical checkpoint.
25. Venom Prison - Samsara
A far more holistic death metal album than Infant Annihilator’s, Samsara is just teeming with performative power and calculated technicality. I had said at first that it wasn’t really much of a step up from Animus, but as I’ve listened to it more throughout the year, the band’s subtle maturation really began to show and the album grew on me more and more, so it’s definitely one of the year’s best death metal records.
24. Misery Index - Rituals of Power
Even more emphatic than Samsara was Misery Index’s reaching the pinnacle of their form of powerviolence on their best album to date, Rituals of Power, which suffers no loss of intensity in its incorporation of infectious (though still hardly melodic) hooks, and it puts them at the top of their league.
23. Demon Hunter - War
I had originally cited the more measured, hard-rock-driven partner album, Peace, as the better of the two records Demon Hunter had released this year, but over time, so many of the tracks on the intentionally heavier War that I thought might wane on me stayed strong and some of its other tracks grew on me. The album and its counterpart were such a refreshing pair of releases for the band that I hope revitalizes them going forward.
22. Opeth - In Cauda Venenum
And we’ve got the most basic pick of the list so far here, post-Watershed Opeth. That term has annoyed, frustrated, and infuriated so many within the band’s fanbase who have, at this point, given up (either out of acceptance or intolerance) on hopes of the band’s death metal sound ever returning to the progressive music they make, and I myself have found the band’s lack of ambition beyond simply eschewing growls and metallic elements on the band’s past three albums to be a bit underwhelming with the clear 70′s-prog LARPing finding them punching pretty below their weight. Wow, that was an annoyingly long sentence too. But Opeth finally came through with an album that did more than just imitate the likes of their prog idols like King Crimson, Styx, Yes, and Pink Floyd. In Cauda Venenum is a theatrically big album that puts the band in the kind of creative context in which they’ve proven to succeed in and established themselves in their career in it as the death metal pillar of the prog palace, and the band came through with a rewarding progressive rock album without needing to bring their death metal elements out of retirement.
21. Deadspace - Dirge
Dirge was not the album I expected from Deadspace, but it shifted them from their more somber atmospheric style of black metal into something so much more suffocatingly dark and sinister that they went on to produce another full-length album and an EP in the style of before the year’s end, and I have been loving the Australian band’s more menacing side since the transformation. The band’s first album in this newly terrifying style for them is a masterpiece of vile, demonic black metal that still features what has made Deadspace a worthwhile figure to follow in the worldwide atmospheric black metal scene, and I imagine there is plenty more to come from the tenacious Australian group and have been so proudly supportive of, which I am eagerly looking forward to.
20. Uboa - The Origin of My Depression
This is the first not-completely-bonafide-metal-album entry on this list, but it is a worthwhile and impressive one that I think a lot of fans of the kinds of experimental and black metal that incorporate dark ambiance, industrial elements, and harsh noise could get into. But it is an album as intensely depressive as its title suggests, a meditation on the turmoils associated with its creator’s gender dysphoria and the efforts to cope with and mitigate it that comes through in all shades of pain, from melancholic-ambiance-backed stone-faced recitations of doubt about self-worth to seething, agonized screams of torment for release from the hell of the creator’s condition over abrasive industrial noise. It is not by any means easy listening, and its lyrics demand a lot of emotional energy. Be advised. But also it’s really painfully cathartic and expresses an important and often quieted perspective for those not affected by gender dysphoria to hear.
19. Blood Incantation - Hidden History of the Human Race
I do like this album a lot, I really do, but it has to be the most overrated album on this whole list. So many people wetted their britches over this damn album and jumped to call it a perfect masterpiece of death metal. It’s a very very good death metal album, but it’s not beyond improvement. And, again, it’s good and I don’t want to be tempering the jubilee over this thing in this list where I’m supposed to be highlighting my appreciation for it, but it makes me wonder if this is how people who aren’t that into Meshuggah see the band’s adoring fans (like me). But Hidden History of the Human Race, mind-blown ancient aliens sci-fi concept aside, is a great continuation of the semi-psychedelic modern twist on early death metal that started on Starspawn, and the band’s progressive compositional abilities certainly do deserve a lot of praise, and I do hope that they continue building on this.
18. Inter Arma - Sulphur English
Another band making continual improvements on their sonic foundation, Inter Arma have never let their labels of death or sludge or doom or post-metal box them in or make them feel forced to pick one and stick with it, and Sulphur English is a fantastic example of how wide the band’s capabilities span, with elements of all the aforementioned subgenres mashed together in so many different configurations together and on their own, and it makes for such an overpowering record whose wall of sound really takes a lot of spins to withstand the continuous impact of.
17. Fit for an Autopsy - The Sea of Tragic Beasts
Okay, I’m gonna have to really start being shorter now, because now we’re getting into the top of the list, the cream of the crop of the cream of the crop. And I’ll be here until 2021 if I don’t slow down. Anyway, Fit for an Autopsy reinforced their melodic supplementation to their brand of deathcore on The Sea of Tragic Beasts, and clearly put the work into making sure it meshed well with their style. And the work paid off. While a lot of deathcore these days is kind of departing from that original “core” core that the genre’s early contributors established for more straight-up death metal and other progressive or techy styles (basically just retaining the affinity for breakdowns), albums like this are a fine example of how beneficial this evolution is for the genre.
16. Rammstein - Rammstein
It’s hard to be brief with an album ten years in the making, featuring the best song of the year, but I’ll try. Rammstein’s long-awaited follow-up to Liebe ist für alle da does very much pick up where the band left off in 2009, feeling like a natural successor rather than some contrived nostalgia trip to Sehnsucht or Mutter to appease fans for their patience. And for as much as I unpacked every song in detail in my review, the album as a whole is hard to sum up beyond simply a solid offering of Rammstein tracks, several of which have grown on me since my write-up, like the ballads “Diamant” and “Was ich Liebe”, and especially the whimsical “Ausländer”. Lindemann’s lyricism remains a strong point for the band, and the tight compositions another positive on the album. I just hope it’s not so long until the next one.
15. Slipknot - We Are Not Your Kind
Like I had said in my review, every new Slipknot album is one of the biggest events of the year for metal, if not the biggest, and aside from Tool’s underwhelming return to the studio with Fear Inoculum, We Are Not Your Kind was definitely the year’s biggest release. As has become kind of the norm for them now, Slipknot’s sixth album was steeped in its own turmoil, this time being the confusingly ugly departure of Chris Fehn. Nevertheless, the rest of the band pulled through with a solid album that did quite well to highlight the band’s various strengths and a good balance of classic Slipknot aggression with forward-thinking experimentation with their sound. Yet another big name delivering the goods this year.
14. Korn - The Nothing
And speaking of success from storied bands, Slipknot’s supposed nu metal rivals also really came through this year with one of their best albums in a long long time, and this is coming from someone who has been a fan of Korn’s later era, their untitled album, See You on the Other Side, etc., but the band’s increasingly more committed return to their old-school sound this decade, after the flop of The Path of Totality, has culminated magnificently on The Nothing, which essentially sounds like a modern-produced Untouchables or Issues. The songwriting is consistently well-measured and Jonathan Davis’ chilling performances in the wake of the loss of his wife especially give the album such a real sense of turmoil that heightens the intensity of everything around them. As therapeutic as music is in times of great pain and loss, and as great as this album is, I hope Jonathan’s grief wasn’t exploited or exacerbated for this art, and I hope he is doing okay.
13. Baroness - Gold & Grey
This album got a lot of flack for its indeed frustrating production, with a lot of critics not being able to get past the blown-out, fuzzy, lo-fi crackle that blurred a lot of the songs’ finer details away. And I agree that the band certainly could have put their sonic strengths in a better light with clearer production and probably should going forward. Nevertheless, underneath the hazy veneer of grainy mixing, Gold & Grey boasts great songwriting in the styles of Purple and Yellow & Green, as well as treading newly segue-heavy ground for them. And after a few listens getting used to (or getting over) the album’s production, the sharp-as-ever songwriting and booming-as-ever vocal performances from John Dyer Baizley really come through and are worth appreciating.
12. Pensées Nocturnes - Grand Guignol Orchestra
Arguably the weirdest album to come out of 2019, yet so much more than a novelty project, Grand Guignol Orchestra takes the creepiness of the often-mishandled dark carnival aesthetic and applies it to the band’s twisted brand of avant-garde black metal to make something truly weird and unsettling, yet fixating. The psychotic clown-like screams and wails across the album reinforce this aesthetic to the point of perhaps creating a new subgenre of metal: carnival metal perhaps.
11. Waste of Space Orchestra - Syntheosis
The work of two whole bands (Oranssi Pazuzu and Dark Buddha Rising) joining forces in their entirety, Syntheosis is a surprisingly cohesive and immersive project, as synth-driven as its name suggests and cinematic in its massive sound. It’s a weirdly atmospheric form of experimental, psychedelic black metal that is both serene and crushing; the artists involved clearly had this ambitious project in mind and they worked meticulously to make sure their vision was realized.
10. Spirit Adrift - Divided by Darkness
Again, really trying to keep it short here, but what an album from Spirit Adrift. Divided by Darkness is the album that sounds most like and reminds me most of the most recent perfect album I heard (2018′s Desolation by Khemmis), and the emotional potency bubbling up to the brim of this album’s doomy melodies and soaring vocals is similarly enriching, while not as ridiculously perfect as Khemmis’ latest release, Divided by Darkness takes Spirit Adrift to new heights and makes them one of modern doom-influenced melodic metal’s most promising figures.
9. Nile - Vile Nilotic Rites
The departure of longtime guitarist/vocalist Dallas Toler-Wade was arguably a blessing in disguise for Nile, with their ninth album, Vile Nilotic Rites, being a roaring comeback from the relative lull of their previous two albums, much of which is due to the reinvigorating performances of new guitarist/vocalist Brian Kingsland, whose more traditionally roaring growls breathe new life into and provide a fitting new angle to the band’s Egyptian-themed brand of extremely fast, technical old-school death metal. It’s great to have them back in such emboldened form.
8. Lingua Ignota - Caligula
This is the album that just got me. Very much in a similar, yet more neoclassically-inspired vein of industrial darkwave as Uboa’s album, Kristen Hayter herself has said that Caligula is also not a metal album, and she’s right, but holy shit does it hit harder than a lot of metal tries so hard to hit. I had been trying for months to write a review for this album, but it never came, partly because the subject matter from which the album is pulled is tender and not easy at all. But it’s incredibly important to talk about, and I want to give Caligula some of the written attention it deserves from me. Sure if I just put the album on for unassuming listeners, they probably wouldn’t immediately pick up on the manically shrieked and operatically wailed languishing and biblically proportioned defiance being curses of the project’s creator toward her sexual abuser, but the resilience she puts forth into these proclamations of insubmissive survival is certainly tangible even without knowledge of the heartbreaking history that birthed it. And while it makes tremendous compositional strides from All Bitches Die and Let the Evil of His Lips Cover Him, Caligula, like the two albums before it, is such an enigmatic album that feels wrong to consume in the conventional sense or without anything other than pure undivided attention and empathy for what Hayter is so courageously pouring out of her mind and body for the music. It feels wrong to just put music on as a background for room-cleaning or even working out that comprises real, unbridled emotion about its creator’s rape. Yet I know that everything about Caligula and Lingua Ignota has been about surviving that and overcoming that suffering, so it certainly deserves to be listened to and respected; I would posit, though, that if you’re going to enjoy the sounds borne from Kristen Hayter’s subjection to sexual abuse, its candid portrayal of its aftermath should at least serve as further deterrent from committing such abuse to another person, if not convicting you to stop doing so if you are or actively seeking to prevent it where you know you can.
7. Periphery - Periphery IV: HAIL STAN
Periphery have been a band who I have gradually come to realize I quite respect and rate very highly. Their Juggernaut double-album in 2015 was the major catalyst in this and has become one of my favorite albums in djent (if not my favorite if you don’t count Meshuggah’s music as djent). And while I wasnt as into their 2016 album, Periphery III: Select Difficulty, I have definitely seen this band’s continuous improvement and strong upward trend that their fourth self-titled record has continued. The band went for more than just thick, tasty djent on this album, though the thick tasty djent that is here (like “Chvrch Bvrner” and the aforementioned “Blood Eagle”) is some of their thickest and tastiest. But the band expanded their sound to more ethereal corners that produced impressively cathartic results (such as the aforementioned “Satellites”, and the swaggering “Crush”, and the bright “Garden in the Bones”). Major respect to this band that keeps getting better and making it harder on their stubborn detractors.
6. As I Lay Dying - Shaped by Fire
To say this album was controversial would be an understatement, and to point out that it was important that As I Lay Dying  come through in several big ways would be as well. Yet for every bit of vocal disapproval and expression of how irredeemable Tim Lambesis was there seemed equal rejoicing about the metalcore legends’ return. It was important, though, that the band come through with and album the showed their understanding of the heaviness of the context and didn’t come across as trying to bypass it or sweep things under the rug, and they did a tremendous job of rising to the occasion. The band continued where they left off before their disbandment as the strongest force in metalcore, sounding even more impassioned and vital upon their return, clearly enriched by the real-life consequentiality of their music. And while it certainly looks even more impressive given the withering state of NWOAHM metalcore in 2019, let that not detract from the incredible power of the genre’s juggernauts’ return to and improvement upon their best form of themselves before their disbandment.
5. Motionless in White - Disguise
When this album came out I honestly didn’t have a lot of hope invested in it. I had hoped that the band would expand on the best tracks from their previous album, Graveyard Shift, the alternative metal bangers, and focus on what worked well for those songs, and to my surprise that’s actually what the band did on Disguise. I had initially said that the high points on Disguise were not as high as the peaks on Graveyard Shift but after listening to Disguise so much this year, it’s shown itself to me to be such a ln impressive improvement on the direction that Motionless in White we’re heading in, and to put it any lower on this list for the sheer fact that it’s not a particularly critic-friendly album would be dishonest. But after getting more into their catalogue I think that this band are one of the best in their field, and sure, they’re very much an amalgamation of their influences, but goddamn do they channel those influences so effectively into so many flavors of delicious, nu metal, gothy, metalcore bangers. And it’s totally accessible too, I wish more of the bands who are trying to achieve more mainstream success would take the approach Motionless in White are taking, because this shit is actually really fucking enjoyable and full of soul.
4. Numenorean - Adore
Making strides from their debut full-length, Numenorean’s sophomore album is a great example of atmospheric blackgaze at its best without resorting to cheap Deafheaven imitation. Numenorean have found their own way to harness the power of blackgaze into emotionally vibrant compositions that come through triumphantly. I just hope the band can keep this up and expand on what they did here.
3. Car Bomb - Mordial
I had this as the number one album for a hot minute, and even teased about it maybe being a perfect release in my eyes as well, and even though it’s neither of those things, Car Bomb’s deeper foray into melodic and slightly atmospheric territory with their Meshuggah-esque brand of technical mathcore produced some seriously impressive results that I can’t wait to hear more of in the coming years.
2. Sermon - Birth of the Marvelous
I already said so much about this debut album, and it was so close to clinching that top spot, but Sermon deserve to be basking in so much more acclaim than I have seen for them, as this album is a nearly perfect prog metal example of how to do a lot with relatively little. I had expressed my disappointment in Soen’s and Tool’s albums this year, but I think this album really fits nicely into that cleaner section of progressive metal and knocks it out of the park. I know I’m repeating myself a lot from my review, but every little detail and accent is expertly calculated to make as positive of an impact as possible on the album, every note is arranged with both microscopic precision and with the grander scheme in mind, and I cannot get over how mind-blowingly well done this album is with so few bells and whistles or shortcuts. This is THE new band to keep an eye on.
1. Cattle Decapitation - Death Atlas
I don’t know if I like giving the top spot to such a grim, hopeless album, but fuck have Cattle Decapitation earned it, and I can’t blame them for their pessimism either. After aptly applying the disgustingness of goregrind to commentary on human mistreatment of animals and the ugly underbelly of the food industry, Cattle Decapitation turned their sound and their scope to even grander proportions, expanding the boundaries of deathgrind and the possibilities of dirty vocal technique to criticize humankind’s fucking up of the entire planet and foretelling the catastrophe that science has long foreseen. Despite their already bleak outlook on Monolith of Inhumanity and The Anthropocene Extinction, Cattle Decapitation somehow sound even more hopeless in Death Atlas, and Travis Ryan’s greater expansion of his melodic vocal application helps facilitate this, and the band takes their ever-furious rapid grinding battery through so many channels to enhance its epic scope. I should probably try my best not the just regurgitate my very long review of this album, but the band are essentially reading humanity its eulogy in advance and beckoning the end of our species in no romantic fashion, beckoning the universe to ruthlessly purge the species they refer to as a shit stain and move on like we never even happened. This is obviously an exaggeration of their frustration at the inaction and denial of many of the consequences our actions are inviting into our future, but it’s so fitting for the grave circumstances at hand. If there’s any band whose lyrics and sound represent humankind’s self-inflicted ecological apocalypse, it’s Cattle Decapitation, and of there’s any album that paints an adequately dismal picture in fittingly horrifying bluntness of where the world is headed that needs to be understood, it’s Death Atlas. The best and most important album of the year.
And that’s it. 2019, great as always for a genre that refuses to go quietly into the night. A lot of people have been doing decade-summarizing lists, but seeing how long this was, I don’t think I’ll be doing that. Maybe I’ll just post a quick tribute to a few of my favorite albums of the decade that I didn’t get to write about before. But for now, 2019 is over, here’s to 2020, it’s going to be a big year, and I have a few things about that I need to say about that, so that’ll be coming soon too.
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Nas: Hip Hop Is Dead.
Nas is no stranger to controversy - he included a clip of P. Diddy being crucified in his 1999 "Hate Me Now" much to his chagrin, and now many rap artists around in the south of North America believe the name of his album, Hip Hop Is Dead, is an allegation that 'Snap' style is killing the rap scene.
If that is the case, then they are in a great deal of trouble; this is easily the best work Nas has done since Illmatic and I Am..., both seminal albums of their time; from the eponymous track on the album through the incredible flow of Nas' raps during Black Congressman and Money over Bullshit, something that lacked flair over the course of his last two albums.
Definitely one of the standout albums of his career, Nas' finds himself treading that line between conscious hip hop and the  “Mafioso” rap styles. Static X – Cannibal. 
At the beginning of the 2000's, Static-X were considered to be the next big metal act. They seemed to have everything going for them; their 1998 debut release Wisconsin Death Trip was a success and their second album was touted as their catapulting them - however, something went wrong; the album floundered and since then they never recaptured their early success.
Cannibal seems to show Static-X mature, however, and it's the usual down-tuned guitars and nu-industrial sound become more refined previous releases. Unlike previous efforts, the album has finally veered away from the typical nu-metal blueprint, incorporating guitar solo's and licks into their music, while the industrial element is more 'dirtier' - almost as if the group has been listening to Ministry. 
Cannibal is a pleasant surprise for the metal community and provides good progression for the group. 
Puddle Of Mudd - Famous.
Maybe it's the angsty kid in me that warms to Puddle Of Mudd, or maybe sometimes guilty pleasures take over, but when presenter with formerly post-grunge band's latest efforts, part of me was hesitant to take a listen to it - after all, their line up changes rival that of soccer clubs and their second album whimpered in comparison to their highly successful debut, Come Clean. 
But I was actually pleasantly surprised; sure, they're not a cutting edge electro outfit, but they serve their purpose and provide hard rocking tracks such as "Famous" and power-poppy elements with "Merry-Go-Round". 
It's the Nickelback it's ok to like.... again.
Red Riders – Replica Replica.
Where Evermore are taking their Adult Orientated, Middle of the Road act to Australia and making it successful, it would seem that bands out there are eager to show that's not all they listen to. Red Riders first full-length release, Replica Replica, indicated that such influences as My Bloody Valentine and Gang of Four are represented; this becomes more apparent throughout the album. Although this is a well-trodden musical path, that they are good at what they do; “Slide Next To Me” being one of the standout tracks as well as album opener “C'Mon”.
However, as previously implied, it's more of the same from an already cluttered music genre. Bands like this are seemingly flooding the Australasian scene, and it takes something really accomplished and significant to make a dent in this scene. Red Riders, sadly, look to be one of the bands lost in the crowd. Pity...
Foo Fighters - Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace. Perhaps the most anticipated album heading in the summer, with production handled by Gil Norton who worked on the incredible sophomore effort 'The Color And The Shape' and a solid leadoff single, 'The Pretender', the latest album by the Foo Fighters had a great deal to live up to. 
'Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace' contains some good tracks, such as the single, the Courtney Love venting 'Let It Die' and even 'Cheer Up Boys (Your Makeup Is Running)', but doesn't seem to push the band forward. With a strong acoustic presence on the album, including the bluegrass style 'The Ballad of the Beaconsfield Miners', 
Dave Grohl sadly seems indecisive where to take the group next - if anywhere. By all means, this isn't a bad album, and it does have flourishes of excellence here and there but ultimately it falls into the 'average' category, as if Mr Grohl and cohorts have decided for the most part to stick to the middle of the road, with the album already being compared to another weaker effort from the group, 'There Is Nothing Left To Lose.'
Blackmail – Aerial View.
In a world where variety equates to being the spice of life, it's always nice on paper to see a band attempt to traverse the musical landscapes and attempt to appeal to a broad spectrum of music fans. Unfortunately, for Blackmail, their attempt is a little less than desirable; it would seem that the band's attempt to do this equates to an album with different styles juxtaposed on this release – ranging from post-punk and the inclusion of a trumpet. Yet partway through they sound like they're tired of trying that post-punk sound and end up going down the “alternative rock” road, which although plays to their strength, also sounds like many other groups out there all battling to squeeze into one square that's already quite full.
Should Blackmail find their niche they could be a very good band. Sadly, this effort isn't the case.
P.O.D – Greatest Hits (The Atlantic Years)
After spending seven years with Atlantic Records before moving in 2006, Christian Rapcore group P.O.D release a retrospective of their work on the label since the 1999 release of The Fundamental Elements of Southtown. Their popularity stems not just with the religious community, but fans of, dare I say it, Nu-Metal. If you're not familiar with P.O.D, their messages within the music aren't gospel, more life-affirming with “Alive” and “Boom” both proving that.
The only problem is that they've neglected some tracks popular with their fans; “Hollywood” and “School Of Hard Knocks” have been omitted, the latter being a big commercial hit. Instead, we're subjected to two 'new' studio tracks (”Here We Go” was and “Going In Blind”) as well as an almost humiliating reggae track “Set Your Eyes To Zion” showing that we can expect from the “Southtown Generals”.
Sadly, it's a guilty pleasure to listen to.
Various - Computer Incarnations For World Peace. Now I am all for electronica music. Hell, I'm even down with Nintendocore. But this thirteen-track selection of, what is touted as 'soulful new wave and dubby rock', in all honesty, plays out more like a poor mans euro-dance. 
If we were all back in the early nineties, possibly in Denmark, then maybe there would be a market for this. However, in this day and age, maybe in part due to glitch and electro-sleaze artists pushing the envelope out, this release is offensive due to its inoffensiveness. 
Maybe that's what they were going for - but I direct your attention to the track 'Garden Of Life', which is a throwback to before Hi-NRG was established; and you know that was a bad era in music. Utterly disappointing, and will make you think Whigfield was Aphex Twin.
The Cooper Temple Clause – Make This Your Own.
Gone are the aggressive songs such as “Promises, Promises” and “Who Needs Enemies” and instead we get something at times sounds progressive, and at others like the group have listened to a lot of recordings around the time of the British Invasion of music to America, None the less, Make This Your Own is a step forward for a band who could have continued their cocky swagger down their progressive rock route; instead, they charm the listener with indie-jangle melodies as well as that trademark dirty bass in such songs as “Homo Sapiens” and  “Isn't It Strange”.
For those of you wanting to make comparisons to the baggy sound, the band and Kasabian were bringing back, expect nods in that direction; but where Kasabian deviated prominently from the sound that made them popular, The Cooper Temple Clause have honed after three albums a new direction that intermittently works.
Art Brut -  It's A Bit Complicated. For Art Brut, deconstructing the subjectivity of the music scene has become a forte for the British alternative indie group. Their first album attacked the past love life of vocalist Eddie Argos, and with their new album, the deprecating humour now encompasses an almost conceptual story about University life. 
It's A Bit Complicated still contains the same wry vocals, but instead of self-apperception it touches upon the life and times of University students, discussing lack of money, the novelty of learning another language and the romanticizes the idea of young love. 
However, this is Art Brut, and as such the topics are brushed with an acerbic sentiment in which many are in the line of fire, most notably the 'hipster' indie scene, including one of the album's finest moments, “Nag Nag Nag Nag” with an immortal commentary; "Wet trousers in the washing machine/But I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans."
Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell. The punk scene is home to many legendary acts; it's just difficult to pinpoint one or two, because of different variants of punk. Of recent years, the scene has paid homage to NoFX, Pennywise and Bad Religion. 
Having established themselves back in 1985, the group really came into their own after a reformation with the release of their seminal album, Suffer. Many lay claims that their latest album, New Maps of Hell is a replication of the grandiosity that particular album; it isn't. 
Though it is a good album, it further exemplifies Bad Religion's influence on a greater number of bands, and unfortunately that their sound, while at one point may have been groundbreaking, is now a staple of any new punk band. Dues towards the band have been paid, and it's great to see them pro-active. It's just sad the once important SoCal punk group are now a nostalgia item. 
Recommended for punks, but not a casual listen.
Turbonegro - Retox. Listening to Turbonegro's previous albums, especially around their Scandinavian Leather, are a pastiche to the sleazy glam rock era of the early to mid-eighties. Their popularity as the fun, crude punk act saw them once as the pinnacles of the 'deathpunk' scene they were affiliated with. 
In part, a joke and then again very serious with their approach, listening to Retox, the Norwegian band's eighth album, is not for the ardent 'muso'. What it is, however, is a fine nihilistic punk album with derision of how serious the music scene really is. 
One could call it post-modern, however much like The Ramones, it's simply dumb rock 'n' roll done with bravado - Do You Dig Big Destruction and Hot and Filthy both quintessential party anthems that make it hard not to have a soft spot for the 'homo punk metal' outfit.
Jamie T - Panic Prevention.
With songs like the radio staple Sheila and Pacemaker, allusions to the often touted "Arctic Monkeys meet The Streets" moniker seem evident. Therein lies the problem with the newest member of a crop of British solo artists, Jamie T. With his English "chav" dialect and an almost faux-pas urban vocal selection, it sometimes seems hard for those outside the United Kingdom to 'get' what he is talking about.
Cast that aside, however, and the album does contain some diamonds in the rough, with Salvador proving the mock-cockney ambiguity isn't concurrent throughout the album, while Dry Off Your Cheeks further showcases what he is capable of. At times, you're half expecting Billy Bragg to confess that the album is actually written by him, sans the mock-ney accent.
However, you can't help but squirm with lyrics such as "Smack Jack The Cracker Man". Approach with caution; cans of Red Stripe are advised.
Dub Pistols - Speakers and Tweeters. Mixing tracks with some sublime hip-hop tenacity with their intended dubwise sound, this third offering from London dub act Dub Pistols is easily one of their most accessible albums to date. Having such a knack for remixing other artists music (they remixed, of all songs, Limp Bizkit's 'My Way'), the album contains their spin of Blondie's electro-fused classic 'Rapture' along with a grime-like ballad of The Stranglers anthem 'Peaches'. However, it does beg to question if this album, perhaps even the group as a whole, has an appeal to a niche market out there - those who still listen fondly to the days The Slits and The Clash started playing dub. However, given the modern-day spin to the songs this album finds itself retreading, there's the problem it could alienate its original audience. It is a good release, it's just confused what it wants to really be.
Tokyo Police Club - A Lesson In Crime. Fifteen minutes. That's how long the "mini-album" of Canadian indie rock group Tokyo Police Club's release, "A Lesson In Crime" lasts. Yet it is an important fifteen minutes for the listener; the group have made a declaration towards other group emanating from this genre that a future full-length release is not only impending and ominous but is going to be big. The sprint of opening track "Cheer It On" opens the gateway to a fifteen-minute tease of what the group are capable of - at times verging on post-punk and at other times steadfastly rooted in the indie genre. 
The EP plays out like one long single, but many a time where they are a hindrance, in this case, it is a blessing; Tokyo Police Club are unquestionably a band that have set their goals and sights high and look to achieve that goal. A quintessential purchase.
Ruptus Jack - Ruptus Jack. It's a dirty world, the rock and roll scene. Dirty is a good word in this case however when you listen to what many thought Jet would have brought with their latest album. Alas, it's up to Ruptus Jack to provide us with that sort of nostalgic rock that The Datsuns gave to us - and it's plentiful on their eponymous debut. 
With a raucous Reverend Hutch's Sermon leading into “Ulterior Motives” as pivotal to the track as the opening proclamation of Mudhoney's “In 'n' Out of Grace.” It's nothing intricate musically, but then those complexities one would associate with post-punk and the scene we're in at the moment can become somewhat tiresome, and it's always refreshing to hear something with a little more bite in the New Zealand music scene. Perfectly acceptable balls-out rock!
Tim Armstrong - A Poet's Life. If you've followed the prevailing career of punk act Rancid, and in particular lead singer Tim Armstrong, and wondered when the band would go down the dub/reggae route much like many of the British punk bands walked towards the end of their careers, then Armstrong's solo effort, A Poet's Life would be that point. 
A jack of many trades, with not only old school punk but also a mesh of rap-punk with his 1999 project The Transplants, some of the tracks from the album are reminiscent to those on the self-titled Transplants album - only replace the crashing guitars with upstroke semi-acoustics, and the rapping of Rob Aston with ragga vocals - and it's actually pleasantly surprising! It's very evocative of when The Clash's experimentation with a similar style and quells these cold Auckland nights with the thought of this playing while in the sun, with Into Action and Take This City prime candidates of this epithet. Tim Armstrong - too many - can do no wrong. 
The Klaxons - Myths Of The Near Future.
Dancepunk is the new Nu-Metal. That is indeed a fact. How so? Just like nu-metal in its heyday, the genre is exciting music fans new and old with a meshing of two styles which on paper seems polar opposites. CSS helped breed the monster into the critically and commercially successful beast that it is, and The Klaxons debut album, Myths Of The Near Future and making sure it's being gorged.
The singles “Gravity's Rainbow”, “Magick” and “Atlantis to Interzone” frequent the album, but they almost pale in comparisons to the grandeur efforts of an upcoming single “Golden Skans”, and an outrageously impressive cover of Grace's “It's Not Over” and soon to be festival anthem “Forgotten Works”.
"Nu-Rave", "dancepunk", whatever you want to call it, The Klaxons debut album is simply a must - a definitive landscaping of the merging dance/rave/indie scene where CSS have left the door wide open for other acts to congregate.
New Pants - Dragon Tiger Panacea. Nerdcore is a phrase seldom used in the pages of the magazine; to clarify, nerdcore is pretty much a concept of dance music that's somewhat uncool and 'techno-geek" that it is by default cool. Devo would be the first of which to explore nerdcore on an electronic level, and in the spirit of the whole discopunk/nu-rave phenomena that has swept the Western world of it's feet, the Eastern world has followed suit. 
New Pants is an amalgamation of everything that is wrong with Eurodance done right with samples ranging from stereotypical martial-arts dubbing to some really infectious breakbeats. Such is the almost disco influence with the album, that at times it can be so cheesy it's good; something the likes of Shit!Disco or Datarock might be worried about, given the at times serious motives of their sound. An utterly intriguing, fun album!
Idlewild – Make A New World.
If Warning/Promises split the fanbase Idlewild once had, Make A New World will further splinter those holding out for the Scottish alt.rockers to make a return to their punkier roots of Captain or Hope Is The Same. Coming off some time apart after the controversy surrounding their previous album, the group at times have some inspirational moments (No Emotion teases a disco-punk number while album opener “In Competition For The Worst Time” harks on an Interpol sound almost), it just seems that on the whole, it's the same formulaic approach from a band that seem stubborn about the music advances around them.
You would hope for something fresh, with lead singer Roddy Woomble spending time in New York as well as a solo folk project, but it's more of the same from the band; which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it isn't an exciting prospect either, sadly
Chris Cornell - Carry On. I'll be honest - I wept. I openly wept when listening to Chris Cornell's latest solo album, Carry On, not because it's beautiful, but because of what Chris Cornell has become - amidst some very solid melodies and some staple Cornell vocals, in its rasping warmth we've all come to know and love now, this very much plays out as a vain pet project lacking the depth one gathered from Euphoria Morning. 
Perhaps Cornell was searching for atonement regarding the limp final days of Audioslave, drawing in fans of his much earlier work who have now swapped their Badmotorfinger shirts for smart-but-casual outfits; and with Cornell resorting to covering Michael Jackson's seminal "Billie Jean", a track you'd assure would be full of the vitriol we all know and love from him, and taking the middle of the road, then you'll understand why the tears were flowing. Simply heartbreaking.
Nick Oliveri and The Mondo Generator - Dead Planet:SonicSlowMotionTrails. For those somewhat disappointed with the last Queens Of The Stone Age album, the first in which cult-icon Nick Oliveri wasn't affiliated with, you can take solace now that, after the previous two, ahem, experiments, Mondo Generator's latest album does indeed live up to its promise. 
It helps that Oliveri had an army of incredibly gifted musicians behind him, the spotlight shining heavily on the talents of Ben Thomas and Ben Perrier of Winnebago Deal. Instead of a harsh album of alternative metal much like A Drug Problem That Never Existed, it's audibility falls on more punk roots than anything else - and the switching between his trademark 'howl' and a more smooth singing style adding a degree more depth to Oliveri. 
Though it'll never live up to Songs For The Deaf, it surpasses recent stoner rock albums by heads and shoulders.
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I WROTE A THING. A REI/USAGI THING.
“For Safekeeping”
Summary: Missing scene from Season 1, Episode 43. Usagi leaves something very important in Rei's possession.
Rei swept the walkway with jerky, near manic strokes, and so engrossed was she in trying to not think not think not think, she completely missed the new arrival to Hikawa Shrine's sacred grounds. Until -
"Rei-chan."
Rei practically jumped out of her skin. Her obsidian eyes flew upward to accost this intruder to her not thoughts. Then cursed inwardly - because this sunny-haired girl with her unbefitting and uncharacteristically grim disposition was exactly the reason why Rei was trying so hard to not think, and, well... her presence just sort of defeated the purpose, didn't it?
"Usagi!?"
The subject of her half-greeting, half-query quirked the corners of her lips by way of acknowledgment. Rei had never seen Usagi so subdued, and to be honest, it kind of freaked her out. She rushed to fill the silence.
"Weren't you just here? Shouldn't you be home preparing for your great, big, flawless, knock-down drag-out plan to infiltrate the Dark Kingdom and rescue Mamoru-san?" Rei couldn't help the slightly querulous undertone that crept into her voice. It was easier than the alternative.
Even if the alternative was all she was feeling. Suffocating her, more like. From the inside out. A parasitic worm.
But she would not give name to it. Names made everything real.
Usagi fidgeted while Rei cogitated.
"I... well, I was thinking..."
"Someone call the miracle hotline," Rei murmured, but this time, she couldn't inflect any of the playful enmity into her voice that she normally would have.
Usagi went on like Rei hadn't said anything at all. "It's really not a good idea to have it, well, they'd probably ask anyway, and I wouldn't, but just in case..."
"Usagi, what are you talking about-"
"Here!" Rei's hands were suddenly full of Usagi's, and she fumbled to grasp hold of the cool metal being placed - no, shoved - into her possession. It was an entire five seconds before she registered what exactly it was, and five more before she realized the full implications. Her heart dropped, and her stomach rebelled, giving a most unpleasant lurch.
"Usagi - no -"
"Rei-chan..."
"I can't possibly-"
"You can. Please. You have to keep it. If anything happens... You have to keep it safe. They can't get their hands on it."
Rei stared, absolutely gobsmacked, down at the Crescent Moon Wand now gripped in her palm. It glinted innocently back up at her, unaware of the tumult it was causing between the two Sailor Guardians.
"But... why me?" she whispered, wondering when it had gotten so hard to breathe. Usagi shrugged.
"You're always saying you're the better woman for the job," the flaxen haired princess reincarnate said, with a teasing lilt. "With me gone, the Guardians will need a leader. Here's your chance to prove it!"
Rei didn't even crack a smile. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and pinned Usagi with the most severely appraising look possible. "That's not why."
Usagi faltered. She blinked at the Shinto priestess a couple times, as if confused by the question, then a gentle blush burgeoned across her cheeks. She kicked at a loose piece of gravel, pointlessly trying to hide her sheepishness at having been found out.
"You're stronger than me, Rei-chan," she mumbled, so quietly Rei had to strain to hear. She kept her face averted. "If they try to force the Crystal out, I know you'll protect it. You won't break. You never break. Not like me."
Rei wasn't so sure of that. There were definitely things that held terrible power over her. Things that could make her hurt. Beg. Concede defeat. She really wasn't as strong as all that. But she was prideful, to a fault, so there was no way in hell she'd ever admit that to Usagi.
The aforementioned fourteen-year-old, with her flowing odango and her big, beguilingly blue eyes, then took a ginger step forward. She glanced up, and Rei was suddenly thrown off kilter by the intense sincerity shining in those endless azure depths - a look not often directed her way. She swallowed thickly.
"I picked you," Usagi said softly, fingers darting to brush Rei's, "Because I trust you the most, Rei-chan."
Rei choked on whatever response she might have had. Her hands were trembling as she clutched the Crescent Moon Wand to her bosom. Usagi smiled, so wide her cheeks pulled taut, and it was like seeing the sun after a long, dark winter. The shadows in her eyes were immediately chased away; the tension gone from her countenance now that she had fulfilled her mission. The transfer of authority, complete.
"Well, I should probably get back now! Like you said, I have a lot to do to get ready!" she rambled energetically, body a sudden blur of movement as she nodded, waved, and bounded toward the exit. "You're the best! Thank you so much, Rei-chan!"
Rei's voice returned then, hoarse and strangled but there nonetheless. The words fell from her lips unchecked, before she even truly had a chance to examine them. "Usagi... please."
Usagi stopped at her imploration, and she hesitated, back to the raven-haired warrior of fire.
"Please don't do this."
Rei didn't know what was wrong with her. They had agreed. Yes, it was a stupid plan. A stupid plan with so much room for error. But they had all agreed - this was the best shot they had at securing Mamoru's release; the closest they'd ever been to finally discovering the whereabouts of the enemy's base. If all went according to plan, they might even gain a foothold in the war against the Dark Kingdom.
And it all rested on Usagi's shoulders.
Rei squeezed her eyes shut. Dammit. All day, she had tried. But she could stave the beast off no longer. Deny herself no longer.
She was terrified.
"I have to," Usagi's voice resounded, quiet yet firm. Rei gazed up through her ebony fringe, struck by the ferocity she so rarely heard coming from this petite slip of a girl. Usagi turned, and there was fire in her features; a burning resolution. Her cerulean eyes were alight in a way Rei had never seen before. She felt breathless at the transformation. Cowed yet uplifted. Fearful yet awed. Some chord deep within her very soul hummed in recognition -
Serenity.
Then Usagi's expression softened, became more tender, and she lost some of the striking resemblance to her regal, more battle-hardened past self. She was Tsukino Usagi again. Simple Usagi, with a penchant for dramatics, a flair for hopeless romanticism and an affinity for all things cavity-inducing. Clumsy, scatter-brained, loyal and above all, loving... even to a fault. Rei almost felt relief.
"I have to do this. For me... and for you," Usagi explained, and Rei had to wrack her brain for a few seconds before she understood Usagi's meaning.
Oh. Usagi had a silly little earnest look on her face, and Rei realized she was referring to her own feelings for Mamoru; the relationship they had shared not even one month past. Fling, really, she amended. For it never did go as deep as 'relationship'.
Rei mentally shook her head. It was funny how far away that all seemed, now. Like lifetimes ago... A distant dream. Had she ever felt anything for Mamoru that didn't fall under the category of superficial schoolgirl crush? It was difficult to recall, and thoughts of all they'd been through since kept flitting through her head. Usagi, blonde crown bowed as she listened to a mournful musical locket in the middle of a snowy entrapment. Sailor Moon, railing about the unfairness of life, denouncing her duty as a Guardian because she didn't want to see anyone else end up like Mamoru. Usagi, sticking out her tongue, participating in their usual song and dance because of her dire need for normalcy. Sailor Moon, proud of her 'brilliant' plan to sacrifice herself as bait, in order to gain entry into the Dark Kingdom's lair. Rei squeezed the handle of the Crescent Moon Wand in her fist.
Stupid Odango Atama. Didn't she know? Rei cared about Mamoru, it was true. People did not just effortlessly weasel their way into her heart, nor did they leave it so easily once she had come to view them as a friend. But yet, she would have gladly given him up - left him in the hands of monsters - to keep this happily smiling girl in front of her safe.
Did that make her a horrible person? Rei hung her head as Usagi chirruped one last thank you, "don't worry!", and goodbye. She wanted to reach out and hug her ditzy, brave, stupid princess; force her to stay and take back this damn wand so she wouldn't feel so damn comfortable throwing herself into this damn suicide mission. But the Fire Guardian resisted that urge.
Usagi existed on a higher plane than the rest of them. She possessed a purity of heart that was fairly unattainable to most mere humans; love so strong it had the power to break worlds and power to save worlds. Being her friend was more than just a duty to Rei. She loved Usagi - like a priest loves a deity; like a mother loves her only child. She would have gone to the ends of the earth for this girl; thrown herself off a cliff without a second thought if Usagi said the word.
She would not chase Usagi down - even if every particle in her body screamed to do so. That wasn't what Usagi wanted. Usagi wanted her to safe-keep this wand and guard its Crystal, so that she could walk straight into the bowels of Hell itself without a single stitch of protection.
And Rei was going to let her.
The priestess moaned, allowing one tear past her defenses before she shut that weakness down, and all other emotions with it.
She had a job to do, and she was damn well going to do it.
FIN
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