It’s great to have some new material from Craven Idol. 2013’s Towards Eschaton and 2017’s The Shackles of Mammon were both records that I hugely enjoyed, and the 41 minutes of new material on Forked Tongues continues this trend nicely. Continue reading “Craven Idol – Forked Tongues (Review)”
Craven Idol are the real deal. Their latest album The Shackles of Mammon is an absolute scorcher. As with the best of releases; the more you listen to it, the better it gets.
As I said in my review of their latest creation – this is old-school quality with new-school fury and bite. It’s partly this combination that gives Craven Idol such a distinct personality, one that definitely sees them stand out from the hordes.
The very amicable Vrath went into detail about what makes the album so special, and what makes the band tick… Continue reading “Interview with Craven Idol”
2013’s Towards Eschaton made an impression on me, and I still return to it now and then for a fix of ugly blackened worship.
Craven Idol play black metal forged in the fires of Continue reading “Craven Idol – The Shackles of Mammon (Review)”
This is a strong album. In every sense of the word. A distinct sense of force and musculature pervades this Black Metal release. Fast, blasting, relentless. This release is all these things and more. This reminds me of the famous Abyss studio-era Black Metal onslaught, where bands such as Dark Funeral and Marduk unleashed their hells on the world. Craven Idol, spiritually, share common ground. And to be fair I’ve missed it!
Songs show good composition, instruments are played well and throats are screamed raw – exactly what you would want from this album. Thrash riffs and more traditional Heavy Metal influences are also incorporated into their sound, all of which help the album to gallop along at a highly enjoyable pace. Not only that though; these influences allow Craven Idol to side-step the problem of being too one-dimensional which has sometimes weakened many a furious Black Metal album.
This is Black Metal with its finger on the pulse just long enough to know when you’re dead.