Did Psycho-Frame Just Take Over The Top Spot For Deathcore Album Of The Year?!

You’re not ready for this. No seriously, there is no way you can be prepared for the complete annihilation you are about to experience right down to your core. Psycho-Frame are setting the bar for the rest of 2025’s Deathcore releases to beat. This album is aggressive, brutal, relentless and overwhelming at times, but in all the best ways. Through expertly controlled pacing across both individual tracks and the entire album, combined with some of the best guttural and fry scream interplay I’ve heard so far this year, plus those intestinal obliterating lows from guitars, bass and drums – you have Deathcore on a whole other level.

Every piece of this album is ridiculously balanced, thanks to production that lets every element breathe while maintaining crushing impact. But there’s a punch on various elements, when needed. No changes in the volume for effect, but emphasized in other ways — dropping out the guitars to allow for a section of lyrics to stand out, cutting the guitars back to allow for a bassline to take its toll on your spine, pulling back everything to let a ridiculous drum fill pound your brain. When I said you’re not ready for this album at the start of this review, I meant it. Strap the fuck in.

Psycho-Frame are releasing their 11-track breakthrough Deathcore LP on July 25 on SharpTone Records and you don’t want to be the last one to hear about this band. I’m sure after launch day it’s going to be difficult to ignore them. Currently they have built a decent following with their collection of singles and 2 EPs, but Salvation Laughs in the Face of a Grieving Mother is about to solidify their place among deathcore’s elite. In a genre oversaturated with copycats, Psycho-Frame delivers genuine innovation.

From the opening track on this absolutely soul pulverizing album to the very last, fans of the Deathcore genre are going to be treated to beats that will cause involuntary head-nodding and riffs that you can’t help but make stank face at, ensuring you hit repeat.

Not since Phil from Whitechapel has a Deathcore band impressed me with their vocal styles. We have 2 different vocalists on this album, Mike Sugars and Colter Cuthbertson (Adams). The combination of gutturals and fry screams from these two talented vocalists creates an almost Hyde meet Hyde, fuck the doctor, feel to the album. No time for sanity here. Add to this the chaos that is the music provided by virtuoso deathcore drummer Leo McClain, who you might know from bands like Worm Shepherd or Immortal Disfigurement – and we can’t leave out the stringed instrument beasts, Aiden “Dave” Bessent and Hunter Young. The combined talent in this Deathcore supergroup can’t be matched.

You can check the 3 singles that have already been released, Blueprints For Idol Genocide, The Portal and Black_Wave II – a crossover song with Hunter’s side project Moodring. I’ll hold back from going into a track-by-track review of the entire album, we’re only 1 day away from its release, but as for these tracks — let’s dig in at least a little. Opening an album with a quick drum fill, emphasized by the open snare you’re going to hear throughout this album, and a guttural pig squeal combo that matches the deep chug of a guitar is definitely one way to grab the listener’s attention. Add in a quote from Jack Baker of Resident Evil 7 and you’ve hooked them in! The rest of the opening track is the perfect blend of the mixed vocal styles, deep bass from the drums and guitars I’ve previously mentioned, culminating in an opening track that proves Psycho-Frame isn’t here to fuck around, they’re here to make an extinction level impact in Deathcore.

Psycho-Frame are a Deathcore band that hasn’t left out the Hardcore roots of the genre. This is how you honour deathcore’s legacy while pushing it forward. You’ll hear the sections that were made for windmilling and two-stepping with transitions to sections clearly meant for the hardcore thrasher or circle pit. While the sound is a little more on the brutal Deathcore side of the genre, it’s not so far gone that the vocals are an incoherent gurgling.

If you like your Deathcore absolutely crushing to the point where you can feel every drum beat in your spine, the bass bruises your organs and vocals that eviscerate your brain then you’re going to want to take a few days off work, crank this up to fucking 20 and maybe call a masseuse — you’re going to require some physical therapy when this one gets done with you.