This year was such a good one for heavy music, I wound up having to cheat when putting this list together. I couldn't settle on just ten albums that kicked my ass the hardest in 2009; there were dozens of candidates. The best I could do was 14, so each of my top four slots are ties.
Mastodon
Crack the Skye (Reprise)
Baroness
Blue Record (Relapse)
2009 was Georgia's year. Atlanta-based Mastodon released a prog-metal epic that holds its own with the most ambitious hard rock of the '70s, combining lyrics that tell the most bizarre, convoluted story (it involves astral traveling, the Russian monk Rasputin, and more) since Genesis' The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. The music is brilliant too — less assaultive than earlier efforts but just as awesome. No wonder the band played the whole album on tour this year.
Meanwhile, their friends in Savannah's Baroness issued a sophomore full-length that displayed a rare combination of ambition and restraint, building on the successes of 2007's Red Album without feeling pressured to go as prog as Mastodon or get heavier for heaviness' sake. Blue Record is unashamedly beautiful.
Marduk
Wormwood (Regain)
Funeral Mist
Maranatha (Norma Evangelium Diaboli)
In 2004, Marduk hired Daniel "Mortuus" Olsson as its new frontman, and this year, it released its greatest studio work to date. This is not a coincidence. Like its predecessor, 2007's Rom 5:12, Wormwood builds on the blasting black metal of the group's '90s catalog with complex songwriting and more thoughtful lyrics. The same qualities were also present on Mortuus' second solo album, the breathtaking, thoroughly blasphemous (yet deeply philosophical) Maranatha, released under the name Funeral Mist.
Born of Osiris
A Higher Place (Sumerian)
Revocation
Existence Is Futile (Relapse)
It was a great year for young bands too. Revocation's second album, following a self-released 2008 CD, blended technical thrash and shredding guitar solos with addictive riffage worthy of Lamb of God. Born of Osiris, while more unrelenting, is also more progressive, stacking keyboard solos atop complex guitar interplay and raw-throated death-core vocals.
Job for a Cowboy
Ruination (Metal Blade)
Skeletonwitch
Breathing the Fire (Prosthetic)
Job for a Cowboy overcame derision from purer-than-thou metal bloggers and messageboard trolls to release a genuinely ferocious death-metal album that, from its blitzkrieg opener to its death-march closing title track, proved it was far more than a MySpace sensation. These Arizonans are serious comers, with chops and riff-carving skills to spare, and in years to come, they'll be a band to beat. Skeletonwitch's second full-length mixed thrash guitars with black-metal vocals and death metal's pummeling force, and its live shows are rapidly becoming a must-see.
Immortal
All Shall Fall (Nuclear Blast)
These Scandinavian black-metallers get ridiculed for their excessively Kiss-like corpse paint and pro-wrestling poses in promo pics. But one listen to this astonishing comeback album, their first release since 2002, will call a halt to any and all snickering. The production gives them the epic power they've always sought, while the songs are some of their most aggressive and yet catchy... in an extreme-metal way. If your ideal weekend is spent wandering amid snowdrifts, furiously headbanging, you've got a brand-new life soundtrack.
Sunn O)))
Monoliths & Dimensions (Southern Lord)
Long legendary in the hipster underground and with art critics, Sunn O)))'s live shows are astonishing, physical experiences, the sheer volume and ultra-low frequencies caressing and punishing the audience. But the band's never really made a studio masterwork until now. Bringing in guests ranging from jazz trombone legend Julian Priester to a full female vocal choir, Sun O))) has assembled a four-track, hourlong epic that's a journey from peak to peak, with no weak moments and some passages of staggering beauty. Is this metal in the traditional sense? No. But it's as heavy as a planet.
Converge
Axe to Fall (Epitaph)
People are still calling these Massachusetts-based noise-rockers a hardcore band, even though their jagged, dissonant songs have more in common with Unsane than Sick of It All. And on their latest album, they expand their pool of influences to include Disfear (whose last album was produced by Converge guitarist Kurt Ballou) and Tom Waits. So what the hell do we call them now? For the moment, awesome will have to do.
Heaven & Hell
The Devil You Know (Rhino)
The Ronnie James Dio-fronted version of Black Sabbath released its first album since 1992 this year. It's exactly as doom-haunted and world-crushing as should be expected from guys in their late 50s and older who've been making this kind of music since... well, since Sabbath guitarist Tony Iommi invented it. It features lyrics straight out of the Old Testament paired up with drums like the gates of hell slamming shut on your head and riffs that carve the very Earth into majestic sculptures.
Slayer
World Painted Blood (Sony)
Another gang of old dudes shows the kids how it's done. Slayer wrote the majority of this album in the studio, and the result is a loose, punk-like set of tracks that offers raw, energized performances (Tom Araya sounds almost breathless at times) built around some of their best riffs since the early '90s. The production, by Gregg Fidelman, echoes that of Metallica's similarly organic-but-still-crushing Death Magnetic, minus the mastering issues that marred that otherwise excellent release. The covers collection Undisputed Attitude aside, Slayer's never made a truly bad album, but this one is easily in its top five.
Megadeth
Endgame (Roadrunner)
Dave Mustaine's latest iteration of his high-tech thrash band is possibly the best since Marty Friedman left. New guitarist Chris Broderick, formerly of Nevermore, is a shredding machine, firing off squiggling leads left, right, and center. Hell, this album opens with a two-minute instrumental that's nothing but a platform for solos. Fortunately, there are songs here too, from "Head Crusher," which lives up to its title, to the drag-racing anthem "1,320." Even the token ballad and Mustaine's batshit political rants can't sink this one.
