Leavings Of The Wolf by Veld: A Sonic Beatdown You Won’t Forget
Alright, let’s get this straight—Leavings Of The Wolf isn’t for the faint-hearted. Released in 2013 under Tyr Recordings (or was it Tyr Records? Who cares, they’re both badass), Veld cranks out an album that punches you square in the face with its unholy mix of electronic grit, rock fury, and black metal chaos. Hailing from the US, these guys don’t mess around—they’re here to rip your ears off and leave ‘em bleeding.
The title track, “Leavings Of The Wolf,” is where the carnage begins. It’s like being chased through a forest at night by something you can’t see but definitely hear. The noise elements slice through like broken glass on steroids, while the black metal vibes lurk underneath, whispering threats only you can understand. This ain’t no polished studio gem; it’s raw, dirty, and unapologetic. What sticks with me most is how the drums hammer away like machine gun fire—you feel every hit deep in your chest. By the time it ends, you're gasping for air, wondering what just happened.
Another standout is… well, honestly, I don’t even know the name—it’s one of those tracks that blends so seamlessly into the nightmare that track titles kinda lose meaning. But damn, there’s this moment midway through where the synths spiral out of control, clashing against jagged guitar riffs like two wolves fighting over a carcass. It’s ugly, beautiful, and completely unforgettable. That combo of electronic bleeps and snarling distortion feels like your brain short-circuiting—and I mean that as a compliment.
This album doesn’t hold your hand or ask permission—it grabs you by the throat and drags you into its world. Some might call it pretentious or over-the-top, but screw ‘em. If you’re into music that challenges you instead of spoon-feeding catchy hooks, Leavings Of The Wolf will slap you awake.
Here’s the kicker though: after listening to this beast, I found myself thinking about actual wolves. Like, what do they think of us humans? Do they sit out there in the woods judging our playlists? Maybe Veld tapped into some primal energy we forgot existed. Or maybe they were just pissed off when they made this record. Either way, it works.
Turn it up loud—if you dare.
