Kill Ritual In My Head Review
Kill Ritual
In My Head
Massacre Records
2025
Kill Ritual’s “In My Head” lands like a late-night confession you weren’t prepared for but damn sure needed. It’s a record built on tension, the kind that creeps under your skin, settles in, and dares you to shake it loose. From the moment the title track kicks in, you can hear the band scraping the rust off old scars, unleashing riffs that grind and Thrash with purpose while the vocals carry that weathered “I’ve seen some shit, and you’re gonna hear about every one of them” weight.
There’s an almost unhinged energy running through the whole album, but it’s controlled chaos, tight, deliberate, always coiled for the next strike. The guitars stalk and chug with feral intensity, the rhythm section swings like a wrecking ball, and the melodies slice through the mix like a machete. Vocally, there’s a clear echo of early-to-mid-era Metal Church, an unmistakable Mike Howe vibe in the timbre that works beautifully, especially for us old heads. Tracks like “Fall to Fly” and “I Paint in Death” nail that vibe dead-on.
What really sets “In My Head” apart is its attitude. It’s not here to charm you with polish or pretty packaging. It’s here to spit gravel, drag its boots across your floor, and remind you that Metal can still feel dangerous when a band means it. There’s a raw nastiness cooked into every corner of this album, like these songs were carved out with bare hands and bad intentions.
It’s not perfect and that’s the point. The rough edges are the character. This is a throwback to the glory years of early Thrash and Speed Metal, delivered without apology or compromise.
Kill Ritual aren’t trying to reinvent the wheel; they’re just making damn sure it still spins fast enough to leave scorch marks behind. “In My Head” is heavy, hungry, and proudly mean-spirited in all the right ways. If you want a record that bites, something that sounds like it crawled out of a late-night bad mood and refused to leave, Kill Ritual has got you covered.