A long but rewarding climb up a mountain of synthesizers.
I didn’t know rap could get this fuckn’ heavy.
A genre defying masterpiece.
Momentarily glorious yet underwhelming in entirety.
The Borat of death metal has returned to spew sixteen years’ worth of darkness.
Fall into the Sky.
A wynorrific wind on a wistful day
Country for cenobites.
An Undersea Storm.
Remember shows? The new Ego Death record smashes their live energy right between your ears.
A vortex, chaotic yet tinged with longing.