Under the Pier are stoking the coals of the mathcore funeral pyre into a new and hungry inferno with their debut LP.
Succinct reviews of some fresh singles, EPs, and splits: cybergrind, funeral doom, noise rock, brutal death metal, and a sundry of other tones.
Infant Island paint ugly truths with vibrant colors on their latest LP.
An outlandish cross-pollination of psychedelic synth quirks, verdant folk melodies, acid-churning sludge, and a sundry of timbres balmy, bitter, and beatific.
A thoroughly fresh and original thrash band and should be listened to on merit alone and not on any musicological or nostalgic whims.
I like the part with the guitar and the drums and the yelling.
Forced to eat moldy granola.
An open, relaxed, space-y, sound; very seventies, combined with deity-crushing, maddened, black metal. There is no band out there that sounds like Oranssi Pazuzu.
A psychedelic trip gone awry.
An auditory experience that channels the fragrant stillness of a twilit evening in the dead of summer.
Join me as we take a walk through haunted woods in album form.
“Tvke It On The Rvn 666”