Frenetically visceral, unrelenting, and full of atmosphere.
Frenetically visceral, unrelenting, and full of atmosphere.
Grab your space suits and prepare your cryo-dried coffee.
Following in the footsteps of giants.
Exhuming the 1996 death metal landmark.
The Number Twelve Looks Like You incite elemental gods to war on their first release in a decade.
Tool seems less interested in “pushing the envelope” and more concerned with creating a musical journey.
A (mostly) retrospective review of the Aussie pub thrashers’ 2018 ripper, Piss~Up.
Osmium-drenched radiance.
Welcome to dying.
In this album review cluster, we plunge into the musty auras permeating from Disentomb, we make effort to settle the debate between the better of the two Batushka’s, Bartushka and Krzysztof’s solo record, and we capstone the episode with the harrowing psychedelic incantation invoked by Skáphe and Wormlust.
Zessa comes together like an enchanting mist delicately strewn about a world long forgotten.
A monolithic cyborg compactor that dwells in the fringes of space, slowly glassing and obliterating planets with surgical precision.