All posts by Dan Obstkrieg

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

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,

Necros Christos – Doom Of The Occult Review

2011 is shaping up to be a banner year for organ in heavy metal, what with Negative Plane, Acid Witch, Blood Ceremony, and even the typically accordion-and-ennui-ensconced French getting in on the action via Moonreich.

Starve – Wasteland Review

I’ll be honest: I had never heard of the Dutch band Starve before giving Wasteland, their debut album, a spin. Based on the cover art, I was half-hoping for some post-Axis Of Perdition bleak industrial

Blood Ceremony – Living With The Ancients Review

The sophomore album from Toronto’s most devout late 60s/early 70s acolytes Blood Ceremony is probably one of those propositions where you already know where you stand. Either you’ve been digging the near-glut of female-fronted occult