Finnish black metalers Morgal reveal the new track „Stormchaser.“ The track is the first to be revealed from the band’s second album, The Seventh Circle, which will be released imminently by Werewolf Records: MORGAL „Stormchaser“ PREVIEW SONG (OFFICIAL)
It was but five, seemingly-long years ago when Finland’s Morgal finally released their debut album, Nightmare Lord. That full-length had high expectations behind it, given that the band’s self-titled debut EP in 2018 had burst these exceptionally young men (two members were not yet in their 20s) onto the international metal map with a blitzkrieg of excitement. Nightmare Lord, by comparison, had reigned in a bit of Morgal’s original, off-the-rails flavor in favor of stronger, more METAL songwriting and a more polished & professional production. Not for nothing did the legendary Joe Petagno grace the album with exclusive cover artwork.
In the interim, Morgal saw the arrival of two new members: vocalist / bassist Tomb Nekrofiler and second guitarist Killhammer. With founding members Crusher (guitar) and SS Exiler (drums) anchoring the attack, the now-quartet return with their second album, The Seventh Circle. Ironically, this new blood has helped Morgal return to their sulfurous, blitzed-to-fuck origins – only now, tempered with the ageless wisdom of heavy metal. Right after its brief intro, The Seventh Circle fucking ATTACKS and draws you down, a layer / circle at a time, into an abyss of black metal magick that’s more incendiary than ever. The rhythm section goes way off the rails, a maelstrom of INRI by way of Devil’s Force, but somehow sounds more deliberate in its intensity: fully human and fully possessed, yes, but also fully finessed. The twin-guitar attack truly intensifies Morgal’s latently ripping-yet-melodic style, with both six-stringers trading blood-boiling leads and solos with gibbering abandon. And even with all this full-throttle electricity, the quartet have honed their steel to include well-timed downshifts into tundra-marching territory. The album’s six primary songs slay with a memorability that’s surprising given how relatively epic they are in length – and again, with such bazooka-blown power behind them.
Where Morgal had drawn forth a blue-purple spirit on their first full-length, with The Seventh Circle do they squarely reside in the lungs of Hell: all fire, all the fucking time.
