
MetalMatters: The Best Metal Albums of November 2025
In November’s best metal, Yellow Eyes are in their finest moment, Barren Path rise from the ashes of Gridlink, and Blut Aus Nord navigate dreamscapes.

In November’s best metal, Yellow Eyes are in their finest moment, Barren Path rise from the ashes of Gridlink, and Blut Aus Nord navigate dreamscapes.

Jewish immigrants music-saturated synagogues and rich theater, flavored with humor and lament, were a magical formula for the birth of the American Songbook.

Naked Eyes’ 1983 debut, Burning Bridges, is a good album for reflecting on our ironic modern world, as it can’t help but wax nostalgic for the sincerity of the past.

Whether intentionally or not, Babymetal’s “Elevator Girl” feels like an unspoken pop culture echo of one of the most chilling and inexplicable deaths of the digital era.

Music theorist Steven Rings helps readers understand Bob Dylan the performer, not the lyricist or songwriter, in a welcome and indispensable addition to Dylan scholarship.

Montreal band Wolf Parade’s haphazard formation and instant momentum yielded their most captivating work, including what would become their defining anthem.Â

Besides billionaires—and without needing to beg or bribe—comedians and No Kings jesters may be the next highest demographic that is thriving during these Trump-led authoritarian times.

Flint, Michigan band Greet Death’s latest album is a triumph of accepting endings and appreciating life’s pleasures in their time.

Ten years ago, electro swingers Caravan Palace released a masterpiece that defied even their own fans. <|°_°|> (Robot Face) is what their legacy hangs on.

Emerging from stints with iconic bands like Love and Rockets and Bauhaus, Daniel Ash carries his influence into a new act, Ashes and Diamonds.

Eartha Kitt’s best recordings from the 1950s represent the bedrock of her career and deliver a charming respite from a world in turmoil. Miss Kitt, to You is a revelation.

In Friday the 13th: Part III, Jason Voorhees’ evolving behavior hints at disturbing autonomy and sexual aggression that, in today’s parlance, we deem “incel”.