Musikkanmeldelse (Review): Bjørn Riis – Divergence (2026)

 When Changing Direction Becomes a Form of Survival.

 Between the delicacy of a guitar that seems to know our memories and the strength of someone finding the courage to begin again, Bjørn Riis prepares to bring a deeply personal trilogy to a close with a small album of enormous emotional dimensions.

 Some records invite us to listen. Others seem to ask us to stop for a moment, take a breath, and pay attention to what is happening within us. DIVERGENCE, the upcoming mini-album by Bjørn Riis, belongs to the latter category. Scheduled for release on November 13, 2026, through Karisma Records, the record brings together four new compositions that promise to explore different shades of the songwriting of a musician who understands all too well how music can transform feelings into soundscapes.

 Known for his work with Airbag, Riis has built a solo career marked by expressive guitars, cinematic atmospheres, and a sensitivity that finds fertile ground in progressive rock for exploring human contradictions. On Divergence, this identity remains unmistakable, yet the composer makes room for new colors, alternating acoustic delicacy, hard rock energy, and moments of profound introspection.

 The mini-album grew largely out of ideas developed during the sessions for Fimbulvinter, released in 2025, and establishes a connection with Lifandi, the live release that arrived in May 2026. Together, the three works form a deeply personal artistic journey, moving through different emotional states and exploring the need to find new ways forward.

 On Fimbulvinter, Riis explored territories shaped by anxiety, fear, hopelessness, and vulnerability. The title refers to the mythical winter preceding Ragnarök in Norse tradition, an image that resonates with the dark atmosphere of that album. Lifandi, meanwhile, brought the energy of live performance to the forefront, preserving the intensity of compositions that take on another dimension in front of an audience. Now, with Divergence, the musician seems to turn his gaze toward the paths that open up after weathering a storm.

 This is not necessarily about finding definitive answers, much less suggesting that every wound can be healed simply by changing perspective. Life rarely offers such simplicity. Sometimes, moving forward means nothing more than recognizing that staying where we are is no longer possible.

 The cover artwork helps establish this feeling. Photographed by Riis himself at the Rubjerg Knude Lighthouse in Denmark, the image finds a metaphor for the journey in the surrounding landscape: a point of reference against immensity, a steady presence amid forces beyond our control. The artwork, designed by Asle Tostrup, also known for his work with Airbag, completes the visual identity of a release that demonstrates care in both its presentation and its atmospheric construction.

 Musically, Divergence reveals itself as a work of contrasts. The guitars do not always need to take center stage to command the experience, and the more intense moments gain strength precisely because there is room for restraint. Riis understands that a composition does not need to fill every second with information to remain in our memory. Sometimes, a sustained note, a vocal line delivered with just the right vulnerability, or the silence between two chords is enough for the music to reach a place that is difficult to explain.

 It is with this delicacy that Carry Me opens the journey. The bass traces gentle, almost discreet movements as a contemplative atmosphere gradually takes shape. The guitar emerges without haste, adding layers and guiding the composition toward a territory where progressive rock reveals itself less through technical display than through its ability to tell a story.

 Riis’ vocals carry emotion without resorting to excess. There is a sincerity in his delivery that brings the song close to an intimate conversation, while the solos expand the sensation of space and suspended time. At certain moments, the guitar evokes David Gilmour’s remarkable ability to turn just a few notes into an entire statement — as though the instrument could express what the soul has not yet found the courage to say.

 When listening to Carry Me, I picture a traveler who has covered an enormous distance and is finally looking for shelter. Not necessarily someone defeated, but someone who recognizes their own exhaustion and understands that not every journey must be faced alone. The composition unfolds patiently, allowing each element to find its place, and establishes an emotionally engaging opening for everything that follows.

 If the first track seems to search for a safe place to rest, Mercy transforms that need into a plea for compassion. This is one of those compositions that deserves a peaceful setting, low lighting, and a few uninterrupted minutes. The guitar moves in waves, acoustic elements bring the performance closer to the listener, and the music develops like a confession that does not need to raise its voice to be heard.

 Mimmi Tamba‘s vocal contribution adds a particularly sensitive dimension to this experience. The meeting of her voice with Riis’ expands the composition’s emotional reach, creating the impression of two perspectives drawing closer without erasing their differences. The drums provide support without overwhelming the song’s delicacy, allowing the guitar to grow and discover new paths.

 Riis has described Mercy as a reflection on healing from emotional trauma, understanding that we do not have to go through this process alone, and feeling grateful for those who offer us love and support. This intention finds its counterpart in the musical construction: there is no attempt to turn pain into spectacle, but rather an effort to acknowledge its existence and allow it to be expressed. And this approach takes on particular significance when we think about mental health. Recognizing a wound, understanding its effects, and learning to live with what has happened are not linear processes. There are days when we can look inward; on others, simply getting through the hours demands everything we have. Asking for help can also be an act of courage, just as accepting that recovery does not have to happen in isolation can be.

 Music cannot replace treatment, professional care, or a support network, but it can offer recognition, companionship, and a space where certain feelings can find expression. In Mercy, this possibility emerges precisely from the refusal to pretend that pain does not exist. It is a delicate, human composition and, in my view, one of the record’s most sensitive moments.

 But it would be a mistake to imagine that Divergence intends to remain indefinitely in this territory of introspection. Mental health also involves strength, recovery, transformation, and that almost untamable energy that emerges when we decide to start living again, even without having all the answers. This is where Break Free breaks through the previous atmosphere with rougher guitars, a pulsating rhythm section, and an energy that recalls the force of hard rock and the vibrant spirit of the 1980s.

 The bass and drums take on greater prominence, the riffs drive the composition forward with increased urgency, and the shift in atmosphere feels like an electric discharge. After moments devoted to vulnerability and comfort, Riis throws open the windows and lets the air circulate. The result is a vibrant track, built to move both body and spirit.

 The chorus, with its insistent “Runaway… runaway,” has an immediate appeal and stays in your head. Changes in tempo keep the composition moving, while the solos and riffs add intensity without compromising its fluidity. There is a contagious energy in this construction, a sense that something is finally breaking free after being held back for far too long.

 Break Free makes me think of liberation as a process that does not always happen quietly. Sometimes, it begins with a decision made after years of hesitation. At other times, it starts with the first step taken by someone who is still afraid but no longer willing to let fear choose every path.

 The guitar adopts a more aggressive stance, the rhythm section sustains the urgency, and the composition grows without losing Riis’ melodic identity. It is a delight from beginning to end, and part of its strength lies in the way it prevents the album from being reduced to a succession of melancholic feelings. There is life after pain, even if finding it is not always simple. There is movement, desire, pleasure, and the possibility of rebuilding our own stories without denying what came before.

 To close the record, When I Think of You leads us back into a contemplative, passionate, almost intoxicating atmosphere. The guitars take a more restrained approach, while the keyboards expand the sonic horizon. Drums and bass establish a solid foundation for the synthesizers, acoustic guitar, and organ to gradually unfold, revealing new layers without compromising the composition’s intimacy.

 The female vocal presence adds another dimension to this soundscape. In my listening, I recognize Mimmi Tamba here as well, and the interaction with Riis’ voice contributes to the feeling of two perspectives sharing the same memory. There is something cinematic about this combination, like a scene unfolding before us without needing to explain every detail.

 There is a particularly interesting contrast between the performances. Riis retains his natural Norwegian inflection when singing in English, adding personality to the composition, while the female voice brings warmth, expressiveness, and a presence that seems to touch the very surface of our emotions.

 A Norwegian singer, songwriter, producer, and actress, Mimmi Tamba is the daughter of a Norwegian mother and a Senegalese father. Her artistic journey spans different disciplines, from music to theatre, exploring territories that connect with experimental pop, classical elements, and a distinctly expressive approach to performance. Her cultural identity is part of this story, but her voice deserves to be appreciated for what she builds as an artist: intention, timbre, technique, and interpretive choices that cannot be reduced to a simple explanation.

 In her performance, I hear a warmth and expressiveness that remind me of the great jazz and blues voices of earlier eras. Not as a comparison meant to confine her to the past, but as a reference to the ability to convey emotion through tone, subtle inflections, and the way a single phrase can carry far more than its words suggest.

 Some voices seem to freeze your skin; others seem to burn it. Mimmi’s has that warmth.

 On When I Think of You, this presence fits a composition that seems made to awaken memories. The arrangements grow without losing their intimacy, the keyboards sustain the atmosphere, and the acoustic guitar, together with the organ, adds new colors to a soundscape that gradually reveals itself. This is progressive rock at its most sensitive: the freedom to explore textures, the patience to develop an idea, and the ability to make every instrument contribute to the narrative.

 There is enough passion here to make us remember people, places, and moments that may no longer exist in quite the same way. This is a track to listen to without rushing, allowing memory to do its work and, if that is your ritual, accompanying it with a glass of wine. A closing piece that does not shut doors, but allows the music to continue within us.

 What makes Divergence so compelling is not simply the diversity of its four compositions, but the way they relate to one another. The vulnerability of Carry Me, the plea for comfort in Mercy, the liberating energy of Break Free, and the intimacy of When I Think of You do not function as isolated chapters. Together, they create an emotional journey that alternates between introspection and movement, fragility and strength, memory and possibility.

 The connection with Fimbulvinter and Lifandi deepens this meaning. The trilogy comes to a close not with an artificial promise that everything will be fine, but with the recognition that a personal journey can continue to change shape. There are moments when we need to stop; others when we must react; and still others when all we can do is breathe before taking the next step.

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 Riis seems to understand that changing direction does not necessarily mean abandoning who we were. Sometimes, it means finding a different way to carry our story. This idea runs throughout the album without turning it into a collection of ready-made answers. His music acknowledges human contradictions and allows them to exist, without demanding that every feeling be resolved before the next note begins.

 The production, songwriting, visual identity, and sequencing work in harmony to create a cohesive, intimate experience full of nuance. Bjørn Riis continues to demonstrate an extraordinary ability to make the guitar speak, but he also understands when to give space to the vocals, keyboards, silence, and the direct force of a more straightforward rhythm section.

 Divergence is a small work in terms of duration, but enormous in what it manages to awaken. A mini-album of generous emotional dimensions, bringing together vitality, passion, and feeling without losing the delicacy that characterizes Riis’ work. There is a renewed outlook toward the horizon, a sense of movement after stillness, and the understanding that not every path needs to remain unchanged to still belong to us.

 Perhaps this is the beauty of change: not having to erase the past to allow the future to exist.

 My recommendation is simple. Hit the road, find your minute of rest, set aside a moment that belongs only to you, and let the music do the rest. Whether in the quietness of Mercy, the energy of Break Free, or the enveloping atmosphere of When I Think of You, Divergence offers different ways to connect with what moves us.

 When it reaches the public on November 13, Bjørn Riis‘ new work will find its place in the discography of an artist who continues to explore the emotional possibilities of progressive rock without becoming trapped by formulas. And for those who have followed this journey, the trilogy’s conclusion also promises an opening: an invitation to look ahead, even when we do not yet know exactly what we will find.

RATE: 10/10

 

TRACK LISTING

1 – Carry Me

2 – Mercy

3 – Break Free

4 – When I Think of You

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LINE-UP

Bjørn Riis – vocals and all instruments.

Mimmi Tamba – vocal contribution officially confirmed on “Mercy”; also identified by this reviewer in the female vocal performance on “When I Think of You,” although this second contribution has not yet been confirmed in the officially released credits.

Vegard Kleftås Sleipnes –  mixing and mastering.

Bjørn Riis – cover photography, taken at Rubjerg Knude Lighthouse in Denmark.

Asle Tostrup – cover artwork design.

 

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A Message from our team:

 To anyone struggling with mental health: YOU are not alone, your pain matters, and asking for help is a sign of courage, never weakness. Mental health awareness must extend beyond a single day or month — compassion, understanding, and support matter every day.

 And if life feels too heavy to carry right now, Nordavind is here to listen too.

You don’t have to find all the words, and you don’t have to face everything alone.

Sometimes, being heard is where healing begins.

Please be kind to yourself. You matter!

If you need someone to listen, reach out to us. We’re here. 🩵

Musikkanmeldelse (Review): HEX A.D. — SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS (2026)

A deep cut into infinity, and we keep delving deeper into the bowels of the Norwegian music scene.
There are albums that come to us as music.

Good, average, simply music.

Others arrive as places.
SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS, the seventh album by Hex A.D., is one of those places — dark, heavy, strange and, at certain moments, surprisingly beautiful.


Released on May 22, 2026, through Apollon Records, the album brings together seven tracks spanning just over 45 minutes. And perhaps it could not have been any other way.
From the title itself, there is a feeling that we are facing some kind of intervention. Not a distant observation of the universe, but an attempt to open it up and discover what lies beneath the surface.
Hex A.D. does not seem interested in simply looking at the cosmos.
They seem to want to open it, with a scalpel and without anesthesia. And that is exactly how this album begins to make sense.
Before the cut, meet the surgeon.
For those who still do not know Hex A.D., perhaps we need to go back a few years.
The story begins in 2011, in Larvik, Vestfold, Norway, when drummer and vocalist Rick Hagan and legendary British producer Chris Tsangarides began the project that would initially be known as Hex, later becoming Hex A.D.

Metal Archives records the project’s activity as beginning in 2011 under the name Hex and describes the band as a project conceived by Hagan and Tsangarides.
Hagan did not arrive at the project as an unknown musician. His journey had already taken him through bands such as Absolute Steel and 21st Century Rox, as well as work as a drummer for international names who passed through Norway, including Blaze Bayley, Tim “Ripper” Owens and Paul Di’Anno.
This experience also helps us understand the confidence with which Hex A.D. moves between different territories of heavy rock.
But perhaps the best way to understand the band is to forget, for a few minutes, about labels.
Doom?
Yes.
Progressive metal?
Also.
Classic hard rock, stoner, psychedelia?
Absolutely!


Hex A.D. has always seemed to exist precisely in that territory where these things stop being separate boxes and begin to speak to one another.
It is heavy music, but it is not only about heaviness.
It is progressive music, but it does not need to turn every composition into a demonstration of virtuosity.
It is deeply influenced by the 1970s, but it never seems to be trying to pretend that we are in 1974.
And this identity has been built over more than a decade.
Now, in 2026, the band arrives at a new moment.
A lineup carrying history — and what a history!
The lineup we find on SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS brings together Rick Hagan on vocals, guitars, drums and bass pedals; Are With Gogstad on bass; Mags Johansen on Hammond, Mellotron, piano and keyboards; Matt Hagan on drums; and Rowan Robertson on guitars. Robertson became an official member in 2025, after previous contributions to the band.
And there is something particularly interesting about this lineup.
Each musician adds a different layer to the sound.
Rick Hagan remains the gravitational center of the band: voice, guitar, songwriting and also drums, establishing many of the foundations upon which the album is built. The album credits him with drums, lead and rhythm guitars, bass pedals and all vocals.
Are Gogstad is responsible for part of that weight that we do not necessarily notice immediately, but that we feel. The bass does not simply follow the guitars; it helps build the ground upon which the entire album moves. And there is a delicious little curiosity here: to deal with the gravity of these songs, Gogstad reconfigured his bass using the four lower strings from a five-string set. The result is precisely that depth that seems to come from somewhere beneath the floor.
Mags Johansen brings another dimension and opens up new layers. Hammond, Mellotron, piano and keyboards do not appear merely to color the songs. There are moments when his instruments seem to come from somewhere much darker than the guitar itself. The influence of horror soundtracks and dissonant textures becomes particularly interesting on this album.
Matt Hagan and Rick, meanwhile, discovered during the previous era of live shows a rather specific passion: playing with two drum kits. And they decided to take that experience into the studio.
The result is exactly the kind of decision that suits Hex A.D.
Why have one drum kit when we can have two?
Because the universe is already too big. We need more noise to fill it.
I confess that this review should have been available long before the album was released, but new nuances also require new habits, and I couldn’t resist letting this gem roll around a few dozen times during my travels before I could definitively speak about it.
This album needed the road, time, the refreshing summer breeze to unleash sensations.
And then the cut begins.
“Reintroducing a Bit of Heat” opens the album with a guitar that seems to know exactly where it wants to go.
There is no long ceremony.
There is no need to build suspense for minutes. The riff comes in and takes up space.
The song has that characteristic doom weight, but it does not remain trapped inside it. There is movement, there is groove, and there is an energy that makes the track move forward instead of simply sinking.
It is an extremely effective opening because it immediately establishes the album’s new posture.
Simpler.
Heavier.
Dirtier.
More physical.


The band itself summarized this change with three particularly appropriate words: “Simpler, harder, dirtier, heavier!”
The release material also emphasizes that the album moves away from grand concepts in favor of sonic impact and a production deliberately less tied to the retro aesthetic. And perhaps it is precisely this freedom that allows the album to breathe.
We arrive at “A Bloody Mess” and, if the first track opens the door, “A Bloody Mess” comes in through the window.
There is something almost punk about the way the song moves.
It is more compact, more nervous and more insolent.
And that is great!
Because there is one quality we sometimes forget when talking about heavy music: fun.
Everything does not need to be monumental.
Not every riff needs to carry a philosophy.
Sometimes a riff simply needs to be good enough to make you want to turn up the volume. “A Bloody Mess” understands that.
The guitars have dirt, the vocals gain an appropriate roughness, and the rhythm section keeps the track in constant motion.
It is Hex A.D. saying:
“Yes, we know how to make progressive music. But today we simply want to destroy something.”
The cuts deepen, and “Black Rope Candy” is where the body of this album begins to change its skin, plunging deeper into the band’s psychedelic and progressive side.
It is a track that does not need to hurry.
It prefers to create an atmosphere.
And here Mags Johansen’s keyboards begin to take on a special importance.
There is something almost cinematic in certain moments, but not in the grand, conventional sense.
It is closer to an old horror film.
A dark room.
A half-open door.
Something you know should not be there.
Hex A.D. has always had this ability to transform classic influences into something of its own, but on this album that characteristic seems particularly evident.
It is not nostalgia.
It is musical memory transformed.
“Perfectly Fatal” is perhaps one of the tracks where the band’s past speaks most clearly with its present.
There is that inevitable shadow of Black Sabbath — especially in the bass and riffs — but Hex A.D. does not remain trapped within Sabbath.
The composition moves.
The guitars breathe.
The melodic elements come and go.
And there is a very important quality here: control.
A band can be heavy simply because it plays everything loud.
Knowing how to build heaviness is something else.
Hex A.D. belongs to the second category, definitely.
Heaviness, in this case, is not just distortion.
It is expectation.
It is space.
It is a note that remains for just long enough for the brain to begin imagining the next one.
And when it arrives, we are already waiting for it.
Then comes “P.I.G.” – here I need to turn up the volume and take a deep breath before diving in.
Almost ten minutes.
And suddenly, the scalpel finds a deeper layer.
This is one of the tracks where Hex A.D. most clearly allows its progressive side to manifest without apologizing for taking up space. The song alternates atmospheres, textures and moments of greater heaviness, functioning almost like a small journey within the album itself.
And it is difficult not to pay attention.
“P.I.G.” does not seem to be trying simply to reach the next chorus.
It wants to build something.
At certain moments, the guitar seems to float.
Then the atmosphere begins to grow more unsettling.
The keyboards enter like shadows.
The weight gradually appears.
And when we finally realize where we are, we have already traveled a considerable distance.
It is probably the moment when the album most clearly demonstrates that reducing its conceptual character does not mean reducing its ambition.
Quite the opposite.
Hex A.D. has simply traded the need to tell one single grand story for the freedom to allow each song to have a life of its own.
But, dear readers, do not get used to the silky layers. “The Devil Makes Work for Idle Hands” arrives like morphine being injected: painful and deliciously delirious.
The title already carries a provocation.
The song delivers another.
“The Devil Makes Work for Idle Hands” may be the moment when the album comes closest to stoner doom in its heaviest form.
The riff seems to have a weight of its own.
The bass deepens everything.
The drums push from behind.
And Rick Hagan’s voice finds that point between melody and roughness that works so well within the band’s sound.
But there is something more interesting happening.
Hex A.D. does not treat melody as the opposite of heaviness.
Here, melody increases the weight.
It is like a faint light inside a dark room.
It does not diminish the darkness.
It makes us realize its size.
“Death of a Thousand Cuts,” and we reach the end.
Or the final cut.
“Death of a Thousand Cuts” closes the album at more than nine minutes and returns to that broader construction we also found in “P.I.G.”
There is space.
There is melody.
There is a kind of contemplation.
But there is not exactly peace.
Because after everything we have heard, it would be strange if the album simply ended smiling.
There are consequences!
The guitars seem to carry some of the marks left by the previous tracks.
The keyboards once again expand the space.
And the song grows without needing to turn its ending into a gratuitous explosion.
It simply comes to an end.
And then comes the silence.
That is when we realize whether an album truly left something behind.
And this one did.
A different Hex A.D.?
Yes.
But not unrecognizable.
That may be the greatest victory of SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS.
The band has not abandoned what it built over fifteen years.
It has simply removed a few layers.
After more conceptual and experimental works, Hex A.D. seems to have felt the need to return to the most basic pleasure of a heavy rock band:
Riff, volume, groove, melody and attitude.
The result is not a step backward.
It is a kind of purification.
And perhaps that is why the album feels so alive.
The label itself describes SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS as rawer, dirtier and heavier, with a production less committed to the retro aesthetic and a combination of low-tuned guitars, deep bass, dark atmospheric keyboards and two drum kits.
But there is a difference between reading this and listening to it.
Because on paper they are merely characteristics.
In music, they become sensation.
Rowan Robertson and the guitar that arrived from another universe.
It is impossible to talk about this album without talking about Rowan Robertson.
The British guitarist brings with him a history that could easily make his presence seem like some kind of special attraction: he was Dio’s guitarist and had already collaborated with Hex A.D. before becoming an official member in 2025.
But the most important thing is not the résumé.
It is what his fingers do within these songs.
Robertson adds a guitar language deeply connected to classic rock, with melodies and solos that find their place within the heavy riffs without seeming out of place.
He does not arrive to turn Hex A.D. into another band.
He arrives to expand what the band already was.
And that difference is enormous.
Because a guest can attract attention.
A member can change an architecture.
Here, the architecture seems to have found new windows.
The weight of five musicians who know exactly where they are
Perhaps this is the point at which SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS truly sets itself apart.
The band does not seem to be searching for a new identity.
It has already found one.
Now it is experimenting with just how far it can expand it.
The result is an album that can be heard as doom, progressive metal, stoner, classic heavy rock or simply as Hex A.D.
And that last definition may be the most important.
Because influences exist in all music.
What matters is what an artist does after absorbing them.
Black Sabbath is here.
Rainbow is here.
Uriah Heep is here.
Pink Floyd appears in the atmospheres.
Prog is hidden within the structures.
Stoner appears in the grooves.
But the final result does not belong to any of these bands.
It belongs to Hex A.D.
The final cut.
Perhaps that is why I keep coming back to the title.
SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS.
There is something almost cruel about that image.
Because surgery implies precision, but the album is not delicate.
It is precise, not delicate.
Hex A.D. knows where to place the riff.
It knows when to let the Hammond enter.
It knows when the drums need to push.
It knows when a guitar simply needs to disappear for a few seconds so that something else can breathe.
And, above all, it knows when to stop trying to impress.
That is maturity.
Not the silent maturity of someone who has lost the desire to make noise.
The maturity of someone who has already made enough noise to know which noise truly matters.
SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS is not the album of a band trying to prove that it still has something to say.
It is the album of a band that seems to have discovered that it still has a lot to say — and that it no longer needs to explain so much.
Just play.
Just let the riff come in.
Just open the first incision.
And then let the blood run.

Verdict?
9.8/10

SURGICAL CUTS IN THE COSMOS is one of Hex A.D.‘s most convincing works precisely because it does not try to be the biggest, the most complex or the most conceptual.
It wants to be heavy.
It wants to be strange.
It wants to be melodic.
It wants to be dirty.
It wants to be progressive when it feels like it.
And, above all, it wants to sound alive.
It succeeds.
It is an album that respects its roots without becoming a museum piece; that knows doom without becoming trapped in slowness; that knows progressive rock without turning virtuosity into an end in itself; that knows classic rock without wearing nostalgia as a costume.
And perhaps that is the true surgery.
Not opening the cosmos to discover some answer.
But opening music itself to remember why it still pulses.
Hex A.D. began its journey in Larvik in 2011.
Fifteen years later, it continues doing exactly what a great heavy rock band should do:
look into the abyss, turn up the volume and ask what happens if we cut a little deeper.
This time, they brought no anesthesia.
And, honestly?
Thank goodness!

7 tracks – 45:38 of pure essence.

Lineup
Rick Hagan — drums, lead and rhythm guitars, bass pedals and vocals
Are With Gogstad — bass
Mags Johansen — Hammond, Mellotron, piano and keyboards
Matt Hagan — drums
Rowan Robertson — lead, rhythm and acoustic guitars

Tracklist

1 – Reintroducing a Bit of Heat
2 – A Bloody Mess
3 – Black Rope Candy
4 – Perfectly Fatal
5 – P.I.G.
6 – The Devil Makes Work for Idle Hands
7 – Death of a Thousand Cuts

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Musikkanmeldelse (Review): Verdsmannen – Ver den som skin (2025)

 Verdsmannen, that’s the name echoing in my ears for the past week, and it’s no wonder. As I always say, Norway has become a pro at exporting heavy and obscure metal, or Viking folk music, but has forgotten its heirs in other genres with many more years to tell stories. However, my curiosity to discover what lies beyond the names quoted at Eurovision and local festivals continues to ignite the need to find what lies beyond, and fortunately, in this case, I was found, and blessed be, for what lies beyond ends up being as refreshing and invigorating as one imagines. Well, we still see some mainstream pop gaining an audience here and there and some picturesque hard rock resonate, but that’s all the outside world has of musical Norway, but here is the “man of the world,” the literal translation of another of those hidden gems in these infinite fjords, presenting their latest release “Ver den som skin” released on October 12th via Nye Nor.

Originally called Verdsmannen Thorbjørnsen, this project band is led by Ketil Thorbjørnsen and a few ingenious musicians and crew who have reached their fifth release since 2018, quietly maintaining a first-class rock style with varied elements, without much juggling, but delivering quality entertainment straight from Sogn. The proposal here is clear: simplistic and accurate lyrics, themes that go straight to the heart, and a well-balanced sound that truly accompanies a fine wine like a silk glove.

And so, without much fuss, I begin my listening by diving into “Blårøyken” with its dirty guitars imbued with unexpected atmospheres, mysterious keyboards, and a delightful sense of simple, well-crafted music, with a mesmerizing solo that takes the listener on an intoxicating journey until “Alkislåt” where there’s bubbling drum, bass, and sax work, courtesy of Ørjan, Øyvind, and Karl. Ketil, for his part, possesses a very unique and performative singing style, very expressive, and I dare say it would be truly interesting to hear him sing in English at some point. It would probably reach a new level, but for now, I’m definitely happy to hear such ingenious performers still around. Norway has a genuine passion for music, and that certainly reminds me every second of this album of why music should be made. Touching, captivating, and enchanting.

We arrive at “Posen i gangen” immersed in an unexpected sonic blend that combines country rock with progressive notes and a taste of the past, a combination of Norwegian “heartland” and folk rock genuine. I’d say it’s a delicious appetizer for listeners of Bruce Springsteen and other top names in the genre.

Now it’s the turn of “Meir drit, som eg ikkje kjem på” with its slow, reflective blues rock groove, progressively throwing shit at the fan and bringing up bad feelings that should be left aside. I confess that I love how Verdsmannen evolves throughout this album. Don’t expect the kind of highly emotional thing, but rather passionate and human, to at the same time make you reflect but calm your inner demons, all carried by the wind in a delicate choral at the end. A sonic detachment sometimes necessary in life. And obviously, I don’t even need to mention that this review is far from being a technical musical reading for a small group of experts. This review delivers sensations to an audience thirsty for liberation and disconnection, and certainly in need of new energy that only music can achieve. That’s exactly what the following track will give you. “Hjerte” (Heart) follows the line of its predecessor on a solitary journey with simplistic guitars, angelic backing vocals, and a late-night feeling. But don’t give in to inactivity just yet. This band still has plenty of fuel left to burn, and “Nedgangstid” will put you back on the edge of your seat, combining passion with anger in crunchy riffs and fun, bouncing keyboards while the sax takes a high-level leap, accompanied by a band that seems to have been electrified. A delicious, fresh track packed with good, applause-inducing blues rock. And a big YES (JAAAAAA) this is genius, nothing new, but so absolutely well executed.

We approach the end of the album with “Timeglaset” a cadence and a confrontation, time is running out. A slow but emblematic track, it brings diffuse dark elements to chaos, war, time, and suffering. To the rhythm of touching sax lines, Ketil seems to release the suffering before “Dødsvals” closes the curtain on a delicate and moving piano solo that accompanies you to the exit, timeless, elegant, and classic. An album to play, to mark, and to transcend.

I certainly couldn’t end this review without mentioning the album’s opening title track, “Ver den som skin“, be the one who shines, with its harsh, dirty guitars aligned with a mature band and Karl’s pulsating drums hovering over Terje’s keys. It’s a vivid reminder of what you should take into life, the moving energy of an album made by locals, with local support, local musicians, local sponsorship, a local studio—proof that rock remains as burning as ever, even if encrusted in the bowels of these icy fjords.

I end this review eager to hit the road for my next road trip, because the perfect soundtrack has already been chosen.

Discover Norway, much more than meets the eye!

Rating: 10/10

 

TRACK LISTING
1 – Ver den som skin

2 – Blårøyken

3 – Alkislåt

4 – Posen i gangen

5 – Meir drit, som eg ikkje kjem på

6 – Hjerte

7 – Nedgangstid

8 – Timeglaset

9 – Dødsvals

LINE-UP

Ketil Thorbjørnsen – Vocals and guitars

Terje Norevik – Keyboards

Ørjan Lindborg – Bass

Øyvind Aga – Drums

Karl Seglem – Tenor Sax

 

Ketil Thorbjørnsen – Music and lyrics

Alf Magne Hillestad – Producer and co-arranger

Recorded at Hallibakken Lydstudio – August 2024

Tor Magne Hallibakken – Studio technician

Mixed by Bård Ingebrigtsen

Mastering by Espen Høydalsvik

 

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