Catapult the Dead is one of those heavy metal bands that reminds you why its called heavy metal. Their droning, crushing compositions are forces of myth and nature, Hephaestus's anvil weighing down your body and soul, pinning you to the floor as the guitars roar and bass lines melt in your ears. It's pulverizing without pummeling you — less an all-out assault than a war of attrition, wearing you out second by second, snare hit by snare hit until you succumb wholly to the sonic oppression. It's called doom metal, but it's really roots metal, hearkening back to the genre's [...]