The 10 Best Metal Albums of 2019

Between the recent sonic homage paid by hardcore bands Vein and Code Orange and the loose-fit fashion of young stars like Lil Uzi Vert and Billie Eilish, nu metal got its second wind in the late 2010s. But for a band commonly hailed as the genre’s progenitors, Korn never quite fit into the mold they created in the Nineties — and that’s exactly what’s made their music resonate for several generations of misfits. On their 1994 debut, frontman Jonathan Davis shirked traditional American masculinity and spun years’ worth of trauma from sexual abuse into a withering suburban gothic. The singer draws from that same well of catharsis on The Nothing, after losing both his mother and estranged wife in a matter of six months, and from the album’s onset, he champions the right to grieve in all his sloppy, dribbling unsightliness. “God is making fun of me,” laments Davis beneath the electro-metal charge of “Idiosyncrasy,” and on shattering goth-rock closer, he submits fully: “I failed.” S.E.

Beginning with the first track, “Garden of Earthly Delights,” there’s a tension flowing through In Cauda Venenum — Opeth’s best record since 2005’s Ghost Reveries — that leaves you in suspense for what will happen next. The second song, “Dignity,” opens with screaming Deep Purple–esque keys, a herky-jerky riff, and frontman Mikael Åkerfeldt singing about a “Prince of Lies.” It’s dark, imaginative, and distinctly “Opeth.” Although the band ditched its death-metal influences and embraced classic prog-rock sounds ages ago, you can still hear layers of angst in Åkerfedt’s voice, even when he’s humming. With its torch song declarations (“I’ll always wait for you,” goes one line in the sublimely acoustic “Lovelorn Crime”) and gritty riffs, the album is the apotheosis of what Opeth are now — so much so that they even put the same record out in Swedish, their native tongue. The album cover features shadows peering out from a dark mansion, and it’s the perfect metaphor for what lies within: a complex, haunting album that’s never quite what it seems. K.G.

There’s a quality to Rammstein frontman Till Lindeman’s voice that’s gritty and smarmy and yet appealing. It could be the melodrama in the way he fashions words, it could be the way his voice matches the band’s music, which is often dusky, bludgeoning, or Eurotrash corny all within a few minutes of each other, or it could just be the fact that he sings in German, and you know he’s saying the sorts of lubricious, edgy things that would get him banned from the radio in the U.S. if they were in English. His voice is the star of Rammstein’s first album in a decade, as Lindemann sings about his disgust for Germany (“Deutschland”), his tongue-in-cheek memories of Cold War–era espionage (“Radio”), and plenty of seedy sex (“Ausländer,” “Sex,” and “Puppe,” which we recommend not translating). Lindemann put out a solo album this year, and it’s also notable. But Rammstein served as a reminder that when this band finds the right spark, the fire spreads quickly. K.G.

On 2018’s outstanding Manor of Infinite Forms, Toronto’s Tomb Mold perfected the art of the death-metal drop. Much like in EDM, one of the grisly subgenre’s great pleasures comes when a given track’s headlong rush gives way to a seismic half-time groove, a thrill that Manor delivered by the bucket-load. On Planetary Clairvoyance, they’ve snazzed up the trimmings a little bit — an acoustic break here, a sci-fi soundcape there — but if anything, the payoffs are even more punishing. So when, for example, the blastbeat cyclone of “Infinite Resurrection” segues into a strutting, hardcore-style breakdown, the shift smacks you straight in the lizard brain. It’s that skillful play of crafty intricacy and dead-eyed bludgeon that helped Planetary Clairvoyance stand out in a year that also saw formidable death-metal releases by underground peers like Blood Incantation and Gatecreeper. H.S.

Maybe it was the sweltering Australian heat or maybe singer-guitarist Stu Mackenzie finally just needed to rage, but after nearly a decade’s worth of flirting with heavy metal, the noisy psych-rock collective King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard went full headbanger on their 15th LP. But what made the record surprising is how authentically metal it felt; where you might expect a group with indie-rock roots to approach the genre with a smirk, King Gizzard went in guns blazing. The music channeled everything from bassy, gurgly Motörhead friction to galloping Metallica riffs, and Mackenzie did his best Lemmy or Matt Pike growl as he sang about shooting dingoes (“Planet B”) and feeling contempt for wealthy people colonizing other planets (“Mars for the Rich”). But for all its cosmic trippiness — not one but two songs are about Venus, specifically — it’s the fact that the band gave in to its earthly urges to make something so primal that made the record a barnburner. K.G.

A quarter-century ago, Darkthrone stood near the epicenter of the internecine shit storm and international media circus that was early-Nineties Norwegian black metal. In 2019, the duo are still celebrated as elder statesmen of that scene, but they have little sonic connection to that or any other easily defined movement. Having shapeshifted over the years from a high-tech death-metal outfit to champions of raw, lo-fi monotony and loutish retro nastiness, they’ve gotten to work perfecting an unclassifiable metal strain that feels both crude and elegant, ancient yet highly advanced. On Old Star, continuing in the vein of 2017’s excellent Arctic Thunder, they focus on patiently unfolding mini epics, wringing maximum drama out of lumbering, richly textured riffs and the pained growl of guitarist-vocalist Nocturno Culto. Gloriously crunchy sonics complete the picture of a band fully at ease with being out of step and out of time. “The environment that we recorded Arctic Thunder and Old Star in was this old bomb shelter that we used to rehearse and record some demos in the late Eighties,” Nocturno Culto told New Noise. “The acoustics there are horrible, and it’s like going into war when we are in the studio, but we like that kind of war.” H.S.