Upcoming Release: TITAN
TITAN rise from the ashes and this time, the world is watching
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywZcbFyXgeU
Let’s cut the bullshit: French heavy metal isn’t exactly trendy right now. But TITAN never gave a damn about trends. These veterans, the same madmen behind the cult Titan (1986) and the legendary live Popeye le Road (1988), aren’t back to relive glory days. They’re here to reshape them.
Enter Lacrimæ Mundi “Tears of the World”: their new studio slab, dropping October 31, 2025, via Adipocere Records. Eight tracks. No filler. Just pure, uncut heavy metal, forged in the fires of dystopia and sharpened on the whetstone of modern decay. This isn’t nostalgia with reverb; it’s a razor to the throat of complacency. Songs like Technocrature and Démiurge don’t just riff: they accuse. They dissect. And yes, they crush.
The artwork? A visual punch in the gut by Frédéric Steinmetz, crafted hand-in-glove with the band. It’s not just a cover, it’s a manifesto in oil and shadow.
And the live beast? Oh, it’s alive. Mark your calendars:
Buru Beltz Fest (20/09/25)
Le Klub, Paris (30/10/25), album premiere night, expect blood
Festival de Vouziers (01/11/25)
Le Magneto, Bayonne (08/11/25)
... and more to come, because let’s face it, when TITAN calls, the underground answers.
Vinyl, CD, digital: all formats will bleed. Pre-orders are live on their Bandcamp, where you’ll also find merch that doesn’t suck (looking at you, red Lacrimæ Mundi tee, €25, worth every cent).
Now, full disclosure: I’ve got a soft spot for bands who age like wine in a lead-lined cellar. TITAN aren’t trying to be “extreme” for TikTok. They’re not chasing breakdowns or corpse paint. They’re just heavier, in message, in presence, in purpose. Peio’s voice still cuts like a bayonet, the twin guitars of Blanc and Larregain weave menace and melody, and that rhythm section? Rotureau and Plaa are less a backbone, more a spinal tap to the collective unconscious.
Melancholia closes the album like a requiem for the age. Fitting. Because Lacrimæ Mundi isn’t just an album: it’s an autopsy of our times, played at 45 RPM.
Welcome back, brothers. The world’s still burning. And thank fuck, you’re here to soundtrack it.
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