O'Death, Hillstomp, Gravelroad
(High Dive) O'Death hail from the Brooklyn borough of New York City, but they sound more like they reside in a rural shack in the Appalachians, where presumably they would fund their intentionally raw recordings by selling handmade folk crafts and moonshine. A few elements serve to dislocate this band from Brooklyn to Bumfuck—fiddle, banjo, clangorous drums that sound like they could only have been played that loud in the middle of nowhere—but nothing transports the band so much as lead singer Greg Jamie's slightly feral, possibly moonshine-blind yelps. O'Death tag themselves as "gothic/country/punk" on that most ubiquitous of social networking sites, and indeed, what most separates them from similar sets of city slickers with country affectations is a dark, deranged vibe so pronounced as to border on burlesque. ERIC GRANDY

In Flames, Gojira
(Showbox Sodo) During the early '90s, in Gothenburg, Sweden, In Flames (along with At the Gates and Dark Tranquility) decided to put some chocolate in their peanut butter and add melody to death metal. It was a great idea to mix brutal drumming, scalding riffs, and growls with soaring melodies. At least it was, like, 20 years ago. Nowadays, the genre's a dead horse that's been processed into something closer to emo hardcore than death metal. So that sucks. But In Flames still have a couple bushels of old songs that defined the genre and will inspire some mighty whipping of dreads. The second they start playing "Moonshield," it won't matter how good melodic death metal is now, because at one point it was the best. SHANE MEHLING

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