Born Of Plagues |Dead Endings |Self-release

Release Date: November 21^st, 2025
Format: Digital
Genre: Doom/Sludge Metal, Hardcore
Country: USA

Born Of Plagues come from Baltimore, Maryland, a city that knows its grime and does not bother hiding it. This four piece is stacked with veterans from punk, hardcore and doom corners, people who already paid their dues in sweaty rooms and busted amps. Their thing is simple, heavy music first, scene politics last. “Dead Endings” is their second full length, self released, and it sounds like a band that has lived with these songs for a long time and let them rot properly before letting them out.

“Dead Endings” was written over almost five years, and you can hear that time etched into the riffs. This is gothic doom and sludge with a hardcore spine, miserable, angry, and stubborn. The album drags social garbage and personal damage into the light and smears it all over thick, dragging guitar lines and sudden bursts of violence. Nothing here sounds rushed or careless, it is rough, blunt, and clearly obsessed with heaviness above all else.

The writing has shifting gears, slow suffocating sections collapse into faster, nastier moments, then fall back into crawling misery. Influences are obvious if you know your doom and your old metal, but they are not treated like museum pieces. Sabbath sized grooves; crusty death doom and punk hostility all bleed together until the whole thing feels filthy and confrontational. It never sits still long enough to get boring, even when it digs deep into the dirge.

Vocals come off as pissed, worn down, and honest, barking and roaring like someone who has had enough of pretending things are fine. The production keeps everything raw and oppressive, no shine, and no fake thickness. Guitars grind, the rhythm section keeps the whole thing ugly and grounded, and the album stays locked into that nasty atmosphere all the way through.

At 55 minutes, “Dead endings” asks for patience, and sometimes it tests it. A few stretches linger longer than they should, and trimming some fat would have sharpened the blow. That said, the album never collapses under its own size. It keeps swinging, dragging you through its bleak crawl until the final track cuts out, and leaving that familiar post doom exhaustion.

“Dead endings” is a solid, bruising listen that delivers what it promises. It is not an easy record, and it is not meant to be. Born of plagues sound committed to ugly heaviness and uncomfortable themes, and this album prove they have more to say. If the next one tightens things up, they could easily push this sound into meaner territory.

Score: 7.5

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