All posts by Dan Obstkrieg

Happily committed to the foolish pursuit of words about sounds. Not actually a dinosaur.

Krallice – Loüm Review

In a way, Krallice’s music has always struck me as being about listening. Although the quartet’s music is not improvisational, its knotty intricacy and near-constant interlocking and delinking patterns suggests a group of peers in

Impureza – La Caida De Tonatiuh Review

Look, I love big, important, seriovs heavy metal as much as the next jagoff. Heavy metal with fiery polemics, off-kilter discord, svpremely intellectval paeans to the twelfth sub-level of Satan’s savory succotash, whatever, great. That’s

Blut Aus Nord – Deus Salutis Meae Review

Just in time for Halloween: what could be spookier than an extremely disappointing album from a typically vital and engrossing artist? Blut Aus Nord’s Deus Salutis Meæ again trudges into the bleak blackened industrial abyss in

Argus – From Fields Of Fire Review

Sometimes the universe throws you a sign, y’know? I mean, some days that sign might be getting kicked in the beans by a neighbor kid passing by on a skateboard and heeding the cosmic instruction

Pyrrhon – What Passes For Survival Review

So as not to be accused of burying the lede: Pyrrhon’s third album What Passes for Survival is another disgusting triumph, equal parts expansive and claustrophobic. Here, however, are a few stray thoughts from the

Incantation – Profane Nexus Review

Let’s get straight to the good stuff: Incantation’s eleventh album Profane Nexus is a treasure trove of disgusting delights from a band with absolutely nothing to prove but which nevertheless still pursues death metal supremacy

Divine Element – Thaurachs Of Borsu Review

Music dorks (hi, hello, how are you) love to dissect, analyze, and compartmentalize. We like classifications and rankings and comparisons and counterfactuals, all of it pursued with the bloodless extravagance of a calmly corpsepainted Carolus

Klabautamann – Smaragd Review

Music criticism doesn’t exactly have its own version of cinéma vérité, but here’s a poor substitute: earlier in the morning on the day I wrote the bulk of this review, I took my daughter to