“You learn a lot about yourself when all the ties are cut,” is one of the (typically) good lines on one buy viagra without prescription Iron & Stone’s new release, Maelstrom Demo. Track two, “Surge,” fades out with the line,
Pallbearer are Candlemass, if they were John D. Cronise’s baby from Austin, TX rather than Leif Edling’s from Stockholm, Sweden. Sorrow and Extinction, on Profound Lore, has a scruffy, low-fi, hipster solemn majesty about it; one quasi-religious, madrigal-like, evoking monks and monasteries
Sorry I’ve been away for a bit; school and all that crap. Anyway, here’s the best of what I’ve been listening to lately that is also new. And this, just for you. Here, you may find those battered bits of
If this isn’t on Bill’s end-of-year list, I’m maxing out my credit cards for strippers, because the world’s about to end… Like Graveyard, their nearest common ancestor/ contemporary, in the same way that identical twins are alike: One is slutty,
So, some marginally-irrelevant preamble: I’m tuning new strings on the guitar (Monster heavy series– the dude from Exhumed told me about them in Decibel!) tuned down two steps to C standard. I try to break in strings gradually by half-assed
Crawling out of the dark and ominous cornfields (c’mon, you’ve seen those movies) of Central Pennsylvania, Black Cowgirl comes covered in mud and dripping with echo on their latest full-length, Weight of Oblivion, a psychedelic trip through the headspace of
Per their one-sheet info: Arcata, California’s Ash Borer formed several years ago; they play “very harsh and bleak time-stretching atmospheric, ambient, yet searing raw black metal.” Unusually for ad copy, this is very true. What it doesn’t mention is that Cold of Ages (out August
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See what they did there, with the title?? Anyhoo, this is apparently going to be a dual (duel?) review of both the Oregon doomster’s latest opus (out June 12, 2012) and Wells & Young’s Ltd. Banana Bread Beer. I hadn’t
The Ritualist was my no. 19 album of last year, and even though the release date of this fucker seems to be in dispute, I’m still psyched. I don’t understand the move, but then again, I’m not a marketing expert, either.
