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Because they belong to San Francisco’s diverse and recombinant music scene, Grayceon is hardly alone in making genre-agnostic but undeniably progressive heavy metal. They are, however, almost singularly adept at summoning big, unguarded emotions with an unassuming nonchalance. On their …
I know it comes from a thirty-year-old Naked City song, but man, if there were ever a more tragically appropriate band name for these days of disinformation and rampant rejection of knowledge than “Fuck The Facts”… On an almost entirely …
You don’t need us to tell you what kind of year 2020 has been. It’s not like this misery came out of nowhere, but 2020 upped the shit-ante like shit-Batman smashing the shit-vase. With this in mind, we decided to …
[Cover artwork by Kim Holm] If you’re lucky enough to have tremendous knee pain, back pain or other similar joint pain, then it also means you’re old enough to remember the 1990s. (I don’t want to get into a whole …
Fast Rites: because sometimes brevity is fundamental. Dallas-based death / grind outfit Cognizant sees a CD reissue of their first album here, thanks to the kind souls at Selfmadegod. This fancy little slab of tech-grind …
So It Goes, the second full length from Chilean thrashers Demoniac, is a bit of a strange record. It’s also a pretty wicked cool record, but let’s start with the strange side first. The most …
Seems like about 90% of the reviews for any Sodom album released in the past two decades or so have been cut from a similar cloth: “Old-school thrashers remain remarkably consistent,” “Sodom sounds like Sodom,” …
[Cover artwork by David Torturdød] Why are we as disgusting human beings so attracted to things that are disgusting? There are a number of reasons, but it’s essentially rooted in the fact that we’re all …
[Cover art by Ars Moriendee] Like all metalheads worth their weight in god’s tears, the Last Rites crew is a big fan of Doug Moore. Is it because he used to contribute his eloquent sentences …
A dark sun rises in the west. The midday heat recedes. Cold billows forth from the caverns below. Your body is sucked into the blackhole on the horizon. You and thousands of dead corpses are …
It’s hard to tell by looking at me, but I used to be a runner. Back then, the building that I worked in had an unoccupied office area that was repurposed into a “gym,” and …
Hello, dear readers. It’s November—mid-November by the time you read this—which would ordinarily mean this awful year is almost over, but I would not be surprised if 2020 somehow manage to last thirteen or fourteen …
