Barry's Picks

"The title track — pure doom perfection. That riff hits different at midnight." — Barry

"When Ronnie took over, Sabbath got HEAVY again. This is the sound of darkness reborn." — Barry

"The dual attack of Halford's vocals and the riffs — absolutely crushing." — Barry

"Metallica took this Diamond Head classic and made it absolutely filthy. The definitive version in Barry's book." — Barry

"The ultimate anthem of destruction. That intro? PURE DOOM. Barry commands you to worship." — Barry

"Slayer prove they can do slow and heavy just as well as fast. Pure demonic drag." — Barry

"Raw, evil, foundational filth. Barry salutes the absolute bastard energy." — Barry

"The album that defined stoner doom. Absolute darkness." — Barry

"Lemmy at full iron-god menace. Not doom in the strict church-law sense, but heavy enough to kick the bloody doors in." — Barry

"Hypnotic doom from Richmond. This track pulls you under." — Barry

"The ultimate doom anthem. One absurdly long smoke-shrine and every second earns its keep." — Barry

"Swedish doom perfection. Heavy, slow, and massive." — Barry

"The Rat Queen commands the realm, and Barry obeys because the riffs are worth dying for." — Barry

"Occult folk-doom rituals in the woods — proper witchfire, proper stomp." — Barry

"Weightless riffs in cosmic dust. Barry drifts through the void and comes back fuzzed out." — Barry

"Barry was born too late to the first doom party, but this still sounds eternal." — Barry

"Ascending sludge sorrow. This one strips the paint off your spirit." — Barry

"Hour-long riff worship, no vocals, no mercy, no argument." — Barry

"Conan hurl thunder at the void and Barry cheers like a tiny warlord." — Barry

"Swamp-sludge velocity, rotten charm, and enough grime to stain the moon." — Barry

"Ethereal pain through the fog. Beautiful in a way that still feels dangerous." — Barry

"Welsh cosmic fog and enough prog-doom weirdness to keep Barry fully enchanted." — Barry

"Barry gets launched into the Polish riff cloud and does not complain once." — Barry

"Lost in stoner haze forever. Barry sees no problem with this outcome." — Barry

"Barry devours riffs across the universe, one doomed planet at a time." — Barry

"Barry howls at the moon through occult stoner haze and comes back grinning." — Barry

"Barry time-travels through doom riffs. The year of the goat remains extremely on-brand." — Barry

"Cabfighter's Knightrider — Barry floors it through neon night fog, all engine growl and midnight swagger." — Barry

"Florida's Worm channels dead-soul black doom — Necropalace is a title track that burrows into catacombs Barry didn't know existed." — Barry

"North Carolina duo running on bass, drums, and maximum groove — Morieris oozes doom with razor-sharp riffs and more swagger than a goat on a ridge." — Barry

"Virginia's Cough drags you through possession rituals and crushing funeral weight — Barry feels thoroughly overtaken." — Barry

"LA trio weaving ethereal doom haze — White Noise drifts like smoke through a cathedral, equal parts haunting and heavy." — Barry

"Every Day More Sickened" — Barry gets heavied into the pit and keeps climbing back out for another hit." — Barry

"Swedish doom with grief and atmosphere to burn — Barry stands in the cold light and doesn't look away." — Barry

"Witchsnake coils up and strikes — Demona rips through with blues-doom venom and a nasty bite Barry keeps coming back for." — Barry