The Borat of death metal has returned to spew sixteen years’ worth of darkness.
Ramblings and musings about fresh tunes that span the gamut of blistering grindcore, poignant doom pop, minivan jazz, and a litany of other timbres.
Gazing into the depths of the latest opus from the Philly cyber-death goliath.
Getting virtually woodchipped by a floppy disk drive.
Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
Excessive ramblings on timbres harsh, elating, groovy, boisterous, and psychotic.
“Hell is a reflection of myself, branded in the skin of those I love.”
Wandering across landscapes dystopian, deranged, heinous, and haunting.
Succinct reviews of some fresh singles, EPs, and splits: cybergrind, funeral doom, noise rock, brutal death metal, and a sundry of other tones.
Forced to eat moldy granola.
WVRM’s riffs got me leaning into the crowbar right as it connects with my skull.