Imperative Music Compilation CD Volume 18

 

New Release: Imperative Music Compilation CD Volume 18

Brace Yourselves… The Metal Storm of 2025 is Here!

 
Holy distortion pedals, folks! Imperative Music Compilation CD Volume 18 just dropped like a double-bass barrage to the skull, and man, does it rip. This is a 20-track juggernaut spanning continents, riffs, and enough face-melting energy to power a small volcano. Let’s dive in, shall we?
 
Kicking things off, UK’s Galdorcræft casts a pagan neo-folk spell with Barghest—a haunting fusion of ancient harps and gritty synths, like forest spirits jamming around a digital campfire. Think Tolkien meets Blade Runner: their sound weaves history, nature, and the whispers of gods into a tapestry that’s both timeless and eerily modern. “Not your average campfire singalong,” huh?. Canada’s I, Apocalypse follows, dredging up Soul Scarred from their 2019 Destroyer of Worlds. Talk about a throwback with teeth! Meanwhile, the Netherlands’ Inherited serves up Shitface (yep, you read that right), a single as unapologetic as its title.
 
Legendary US death metallers Deicide? Oh, they’re here too, raining hellfire with From Unknown Heights You Shall Fall. And Canada’s Phlesh? Total Fucking Disorder isn’t just a song—it’s a mosh-pit manifesto. Ever wondered what happens when German thrash outfit Lost Sanctuary teams up with rocker Martin Kesici? Eye of the Storm answers that with a riff-heavy uppercut.
 
Highlights? Where to start! Dumb Ass (Canada) delivers 5 Bricks—a track as gloriously unhinged as their name. Norway’s Diavola ignites Embers from their Dawn EP, while Japan’s GOAT closes the chaos with Piece of Shit—a title that’s absurdly fitting for its raw, primal grind.
 
Let’s cut the crap—this comp slaps harder than a pissed-off drummer. Standouts? Morgue Terror’s Neanderthal (featuring Chaney Crabb) is pure sonic savagery, and Fullmåne’s They’re Not Real haunts like a Nordic fever dream. But hey, with RPM Records’ heavyweights (God Dethroned, anyone?) and newcomers like Kuntsquad (Satan’s Cock? Cheeky devils), there’s zero filler here.
 
So crank it loud, grab a beer, and let this global metal buffet melt your speakers.
“Metal isn’t a genre—it’s a lifestyle. This comp? Proof.”

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