Released: May 1, 2026
Venom are not a band you go to for polish.
That would miss the whole point.
This is Venom. The riffs are supposed to sound dirty. The drums are supposed to feel like they might kick the door off its hinges. Cronos is supposed to sound like he is half-singing, half-threatening the room. If it gets too clean, it stops being Venom.
So the question with Into Oblivion is simple: what happens when a band this old still sounds like it wants to start a fight?
That is where the album works.
Released in 2026, Into Oblivion is the first Venom album since Storm the Gates in 2018. That is a long gap, but the record does not come back sounding careful. Cronos, Rage, and Dante know exactly what people want from this name: speed, filth, Satanic cartoon smoke, and riffs that do not ask for permission.
The title track immediately fulfills its purpose. “Into Oblivion” sounds like Venom dragging the old black metal sign out of the basement and setting it on fire again. It is not trying to sound modern in some careful way. It just has enough punch to remind you that this band’s whole thing was never about precision. It was about attitude.
“Lay Down Your Soul” is a strong early statement because it has the classic Venom feel without sounding like a museum piece. Cronos still has that bark that makes everything feel nastier than it probably is on paper. Rage gives the riffs enough bite, and Dante keeps the thing moving instead of letting it sag into old-band sludge.
That matters.
Venom can never really escape their own shadow. They helped give black metal its name, but they were never black metal in the polished modern sense. They were punk, metal, chaos, and horror-movie theater smashed together. Into Oblivion works best when it remembers that. It does not need to be the fastest or most extreme thing in 2026. It just needs to sound like Venom.
“Kicked Outta Hell” gets close to the center of it. The title is pure “Venom” nonsense in the best way. It’s dumb, loud, and immediately understandable. That has always been part of the charm. Venom know how to make evil sound like a bar fight. The song does not need layers of meaning. It needs a riff, a hook, and Cronos sounding like he is enjoying the damage.
“Man & Beast” and “Death the Leveller” lean into the heavier side of the record. They are not pretty songs, and they should not be. Rage’s guitar tone has enough grit to keep things ugly, and the rhythm section gives the tracks a rough forward push. Venom still work best when the music feels like it is moving slightly too fast for its own brakes.
The album also knows when to embrace the ridiculous. “Metal Bloody Metal” is exactly the kind of title Venom can get away with because subtlety left the building around 1981. “Live Loud” feels like a mission statement more than a song title. “Deathwitch” and “Unholy Mother” sound like they were named by someone flipping through an old notebook full of pentagrams and terrible ideas.
Good.
That is the lane.
The trick is that Into Oblivion does not sound embarrassed by any of it. A lesser band might try to modernize the old evil-metal act until all the fun gets scrubbed out. Venom, do not do that. They tighten the sound enough for the record to hit, but they leave the dirt in. That dirt is part of the identity.
“Dogs of War” has that old battle-riff feel, and “As Above, So Below” brings the occult language without turning into a lecture. Venom have always been better when the evil stuff feels like theater, threat, and noise at the same time. They are not here to explain the darkness. They are here to make it loud.
By the time “Unholy Mother” closes the record, Into Oblivion has not reinvented anything. It does not need to. Venom are not trying to become a different band this late in the game. They are proving the old racket still has teeth.
And weirdly, it does.
So what happens when a band this old still sounds like it wants to start a fight?
You get Into Oblivion. Not Venom trying to compete with the extreme metal world they helped create. Not Venom apologizing for the old chaos. Just Cronos, Rage, and Dante dragging the name back through smoke, noise, and twisted intentions.
Venom still sound like trouble. That is the job.
Written by Rob Joncas for DeadNoteMedia.
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