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.
A wynorrific wind on a wistful day
Country for cenobites.
The sky is falling in! Laugh! HA HA! I think I will.
Marching towards horizons more terrifying and otherworldly.
An Undersea Storm.
Getting virtually woodchipped by a floppy disk drive.
Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
Remember shows? The new Ego Death record smashes their live energy right between your ears.
“You can’t die if you’ve been dead for years.”