The key word here is hybrid. There are plenty metal moments, plenty of punk moments, plenty of hardcore moments — plenty of all moments mixed together — but none of the genres really stands out over the others. Because for every punk-jamming of “Come Alive,” there are the hardcore blasts of “Bear Witness.” And for every “Bear Witness,” there are the metal stylings of “Mercy.” Darkness Comes Alive shows the Boston quartet really coming into their own as a band. The riffs are heavy, the drums even heavier, Newton’s vocals somehow even more heavier, and the breakdowns just downright crushing.
Which pretty much makes the metal/hardcore hybrid at its finest. This is no weasely metalcore album. Doomriders have pumped something out so heavy it deserves the praise of both genres independently. If you have any sort of neck, Darkness Comes Alive will force movement out of your head –- in an up and down motion, whether you want to move it or not. Because like all good metal, it courses through your veins with a mind of its own. Put Darkness Comes Alive in your car, put it on track three, and drive your car into a brick wall. It’s the only fitting action something so heavy deserves.