Everything Out There Has Teeth is the second Shedfromthebody album we’ve covered in 2025, an absolutely staggering achievement for a one-woman DIY project. This record runs at under half an hour, but the world inside is ancient and vast.

Shedfromthebody has carved out her own lane between folk and metal in a genuinely gripping fusion where both traditions meet dead-centre and feel utterly authentic. Her last record Whisper and Wane leaned toward folk, whilst this is unmistakably a metal record. Crossing opens in a spectral middle ground but drives straight into heavy doom territory. The songwriting all carries the ancient power and austere ritualism of Dead Can Dance, and the shadowed tension of Lankum. Her voice is versatile and startling, hovering in a ghostly high register on one song and slipping a snarl the next. The tracks move between fog-sodden doom, ancient folk laments, and fanged metal with total coherence. Horses trudges through thick mist, and Salve is a reminder of her melodic gift that draws back toward the eerie folk of Whisper and Wane, always tapping into archaic modes that make her songs sound centuries old. The undeniable centrepiece here is Spine. Within three seconds she introduces every crucial element with a wonderfully gothic post-punk bassline, and her whispered half-sung melody. The drums arrive and the guitars begin to spiral in a dreamy sway before the huge riffs crash in with layered guitars roaring like overwhelming waves. Shattermind channels the energy of Trent Reznor with grungy claustrophobia, dropping the middle section into dead air. The closer Ginger starts as a deceptive finger-picked lullaby that erupts in its final minute into a swirling, accelerating soundscape reminiscent of A Perfect Circle’s best work, speeding up and speeding up and speeding up until the record collapses into silence. Everything Out There Has Teeth is another triumph from Shedfromthebody that’s heavy and fiercely emotional. The second of two short but fully realised records in a single year that feel like ancient entries in her ever-growing grimoire.