All posts by Dan Obstkrieg

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

Endstille – Infektion 1813 Review

Does anyone else remember the time when the world’s cleverest parents’-basement-dwelling minds held an international summit and decided that the most biting epithet they could imagine to dismiss a particular style of black metal was

Across Tundras – Sage Review

Some bands take years of false starts, stylistic affectations, and happy accidents before finding a sound that, once stumbled across, seems to have been what they were circling around all along. Across Tundras is not

The Axis Of Perdition – Tenements (Of The Anointed Flesh) Review

I’ll be the first to admit I’ve talked a lot of shit about Urfe since its release two years ago. But, if we’re being honest, I’ve got to fold and give it up as a

Acephalix – Interminable Night Review

The winkingly-named Acephalix careens through twenty-five minutes of their grimy, doomed take on death/crust in Interminable Night, which is sure to elicit the Folded Arms & Half Nod Of Approval from grizzled lifers the metal

Graveyard – Hisingen Blues Review

Oh, hello there. I didn’t see you come in. What’s that? Oh, no, this isn’t the Authenticity Debate room. Yeah, you’ll want to head down the hall and hang a left. You’re looking for the

Rabbits – Lower Forms Review

Portland’s Rabbits inhabits (zing!) a scuzzy middle ground between sludge metal and noise rock. Lower Forms is never quite distorted enough nor packed with actual riffs to claim the sludge tag, but it’s quite a

Winter – Into Darkness Review

To celebrate the recent reactivation of legendary New York doomheads Winter, Southern Lord has reissued the band’s sole full-length album, 1990’s Into Darkness. Yes, folks, you read that right: little Into Darkness is now old

Graveyard Dirt – For Grace Or Damnation Review

Having been active all the way back in the early 90s, Graveyard Dirt quickly disappeared, leaving only a single demo consigned to the lusting pursuit of salivating doom fiends. In something of a small miracle,