All posts by Dan Obstkrieg

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

Helheim – Heiðindómr Ok Mótgangr Review

Assuming that one was ever able to stomach grown men tromping around in full-on chain mail, constantly poised as if to spring from the bow of a longboat and onto the unspoiled shores of a

Seidr – For Winter Fire Review

Louisville, Kentucky’s Seidr is the full-band doom project of Austin Lunn, mastermind and sole member of anarcho/atmospheric black metal outfit Panopticon, and For Winter Fire is the band’s first full-length. It is also fucking awesome,

Sonne Adam – Transformation Review

Let’s think about album covers for a while, shall we? Much like lyrics, album art is one of those things that usually matters only when it is either exceptionally good or exceptionally bad. Nevertheless, when

The Konsortium – The Konsortium Review

Black metal sure is one hell of a mangled corpse these days, isn’t it? Partisans of the narrowest sort are easily mollified by the diversity on offer: from the weepiest, nature-fondling scarf-wearers to the mankind-devoured-by-the-machines

Satan’s Host – By The Hands Of The Devil Review

You like power metal, right? Who doesn’t, after all, occasionally yearn for keyboards and wenches, widdly guitars and dragons, quintuple-tracked fake choirs and hymns in praise of the righteousness of the almighty George, Thunder-Unicorn Savior

The Living Fields – Running Out Of Daylight Review

Have you ever come across music that just leaves you cold? I don’t mean an album that everyone seems to love that you think is crap; I’m talking an album that you know is good

Rudra – Brahmavidya: Immortal I Review

Singapore’s Rudra has been kicking around in some form since 1992, but it was really with the 2005 release of Brahmavidya: Primordial I (the first in a trilogy that is completed by the album currently

Elitist – Fear In A Handful Of Dust Review

Elitist is a four-piece band from Portland, Oregon, but for all intents and purposes, you may as well just think of the band members as four spiky signposts pointing the quickest road to Hell. This