All posts by Dan Obstkrieg

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

Black Crucifixion – Coronation Of King Darkness Review

The great thing about Coronation of King Darkness is that it requires no predicates. From the perspective of a metal historian, sure, you might want to know that Black Crucifixion played a fairly seminal role

Tribulation – The Formulas Of Death Review

Imagine for a moment that Entombed, instead of following up Left Hand Path with Clandestine, followed it up with Necros Christos’s Doom of the Occult (except that it wasn’t bloated and terrible like the real

Enforcer – Death By Fire Review

You’ve felt something in the air lately, too, right? A relapse into old habits. The easy comfort of settling down in a worn couch groove. New bands, old sounds – that’s the thing. One hundred

Cerekloth – In The Midst Of Life We Are In Death Review

It’s easier to sway minds if you can first move bodies. Cerekloth understands this, and deploys an arsenal of hugely tactile, physical riffs throughout its debut full-length In the Midst of Life We Are in

Encircling Sea – A Forgotten Land Review

Here’s the thing: You’ve probably heard this before. Australia’s Encircling Sea grafts earthy black metal themes and musical motifs onto a bedrock of lengthy clean doom structures and sweeping post-rock. So, while the band’s sound

Septic Flesh – Mystic Places Of Dawn Review

In its roughly two-decades’-long existence, Greece’s Septic Flesh has been unusually restless. The core has (nearly) always been a heavily atmospheric style of death metal, but listening to this reissue of the band’s 1994 debut,

Rotting Christ – Kata Ton Daimona Tou Eaytoy Review

The past several albums from Greek metal OGs Rotting Christ have seen a really fascinating bifurcated progression – on the one hand, the band has introduced a wide variety of new instruments, sounds, and musical

Portal – Vexovoid Review

If you’ve ever encountered Portal before, you know how you feel about Portal. This is not a band to inspire neutral reactions; either the band’s subterranean, synapse-gnawing churn gives you a tug in the ol’