
In the fluorescent haze of 2025’s rock scene, where algorithms devour authenticity faster than a mosh pit clears space, Chevelle‘s tenth studio album, Bright as Blasphemy, arrives like a Molotov cocktail hurled into a strip-mall confessional. Released August 15 via the indie haven of Alchemy Recordings, this nine-track salvo—self-produced by brothers Pete (vocals/guitar) and Sam Loeffler—marks their first effort since 2021’s N.I.R.A.T.I.A.S. and their post-Epic liberation. Clocking in at a taut 35 minutes, it’s a blistering reminder that these Chicago suburbs survivors don’t chase trends; they incinerate them. At 30 years in, Chevelle channels the same spiritual unease that fueled Wonder What’s Next, but now laced with digital-age venom—think Tool‘s labyrinthine introspection colliding with Breaking Benjamin‘s radio-ready hooks, all marinated in existential dread.