All posts by Dan Obstkrieg

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

Desultor – Masters Of Hate Review

Apart from the rather questionable choice of a name just one ‘y’ away from their semi-legendary countrymen in Desultory, and despite having a band logo that resembles a toothbrush cum torture device, Sweden’s Desultor impresses

Reverse Polarity – Jarboe Wants To Fuck Your Soul

Jarboe’s metal bona fides are well in order. Since the original dissolution of Swans fifteen years ago, this avant-goth noisemaker has boasted an impressive number of collaborations across extreme music’s fertile underbelly: album-length statements with

Svartsyn – The True Legend Review

Well, this certainly is a queer thing. Sweden’s Svartsyn has long been an exceedingly peripheral member of the nation’s embarrassment of black metal riches. Despite becoming somewhat transparently enamored of the ‘orthodox’ black metal zeitgeist

Inverloch – Dusk… Subside Review

Australia’s pioneering dISEMBOWELMENT is still spoken of in hushed and reverent tones for a simple reason: The band’s sole album, 1993’s Transcendence into the Peripheral, is an unmatched clinic in woozily beautiful primordial doom/death metal.

Secrets Of The Moon – Seven Bells Review

The mind of the hopelessly obsessive music fan cannot help but search for hidden connections, shared trajectories, the limnal algebra of an ever-expanding dendritic web. For our current purposes, two of Germany’s most deliberately reverent

Fungus Inc. – Gettin’ Drunk & Spreadin’ Spunk Review

If there is one thing to be said about Fungus Inc.’s Gettin’ Drunk & Spreadin’ Spunk, it’s that these Belgian boys know what they’re doing. However, if there are two things to be said about

Reverse Polarity – Autechre Attacks

This month’s installment of Reverse Polarity takes a look at true electronic music pioneers – the British duo of Sean Booth and Rob Brown, otherwise known as Autechre. Unlike fellow electronic music inductees Venetian Snares, there is nothing particularly

Graveyard – The Altar Of Sculpted Skulls Review

Death metal’s basically the same thing as poetry, right? Different schools, geographic origins, minor stylistic innovations over time, and a handful of strict compositional rules — artful words on a page, angry notes in the