“Hell is a reflection of myself, branded in the skin of those I love.”
40 minutes of hardcore edging, but for your ears.
Ramblings about new EPs and tracks off of upcoming records: crusty death metal, blistering mathcore neuroses, worming noise rock, and a myriad of other resonances.
I like the part with the guitar and the drums and the yelling.
Powerful melody and spacious soundscapes stacked on sludgy hardcore riffing.
The Number Twelve Looks Like You incite elemental gods to war on their first release in a decade.
The Callous Daoboys wield heavy riffs and chaotic compositions on their new full-length, and absolutely demolish my former hatred of the violin.