All posts by Andrew Edmunds

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Blast Rites: Deterioration / Trucido – Smudge / Wet Brain (Split) Review

Though it’s clearly not exclusive to the grindcore world, one of the fun things about this crazy sub-genre is the split release, the joy of finding a band you like and then getting a bonus

Re-Buried – Repulsive Nature Review

Re-Buried. As in: to bury again something that was previously already buried. It’s right there in the name, the “re-” prefix, and so, if you read as much into it as I am clearly going

Blast Rites: Chadhel – Failure // Downfall Review

“If we go down the current status quo for, let’s say, about twenty years, we probably destroy our civilization… Probably don’t survive.” A soundbite from Jaron Lanier’s The Social Dilemma opens Failure // Downfall, nestled

Obituary – Dying Of Everything Review

In the years since their late 90s hiatus and early millennium reformation, Obituary has thoroughly established themselves as consistent, if not always consistently stellar. They’re the AC/DC of death metal in terms of both qualitative

Best Of 2022 – Andrew Edmunds: An Antonym For Synonym Is Antonym, But A Synonym For Antonym Is The Opposite

As of the first week of December, it’s been fifteen years since I started writing for Last Rites — which wasn’t called Last Rites then, if you remember. (And if you don’t, then it’s irrelevant,

Houkago Grind Time – Houkago Grind Time 2: The Second Raid Review

I’m now on my third Houkago Grind Time review, and in each of the previous two, I declared that I would brush up on anime so that I would better understand the inside jokes and

Blast Rites: Septic Vomet – Infected Cadaveric Slaves Review

The film sample is a tradition in goregrind, but very rarely has any been used as awesomely as on the opening to Septic Vomet’s Infected Cadaveric Slaves. Taken from the 2013 Evil Dead remake –

Sickrecy – Salvation Through Tyranny Review

Familiarity breeds contempt, I’ve heard, and I certainly understand the meaning of that aphorism, but it’s not always true. Sometimes familiarity is a warm blanket, a well-worn pair of boots that fit just perfectly, a