All posts by Andrew Edmunds

Last Rites Co-Owner; Senior Editor; born in the cemetery, under the sign of the MOOOOOOON...

Asphyx – Necroceros Review

It’s a bit of an inside joke around Last Rites World Headquarters that ol’ Andy here only likes bands that debuted decades ago. And, hey, that’s okay — I can take some good-natured joshing… But

Children Of Technology – Written Destiny Review

When civilization collapses, fuel and ammunition will be humanity’s most valuable resources. You know it. I know it. George Miller knows it. That’s why I keep hundreds of full five-gallon gas cans and thousands of

Depravity – Grand Malevolence Review

I sometimes feel a twinge of sorrow for a record released in December. By that point, all the year-end lists are set and settled, with precious coverage space at blogs and zines dedicated to albums

Best Of 2020 – Andrew Edmunds: Alligators Can Grow Up To Fifteen Feet, But Most Of Them Still Only Have Four

Christ, I cannot even imagine how many trillions of words have been written / are being written / will be written about how utterly, unbelievably, unfathomably awful 2020 has been… And yet, I feel like

High Command – Everlasting Torment Review

Fast Rites: because sometimes brevity is fundamental. Epic fantasy thrash?  Is that a thing? No? Can we make it a thing? Worcester, Mass’s High Command is doing their damnedest to make it a thing, and

Fuck The Facts – Pleine Noirceur Review

I know it comes from a thirty-year-old Naked City song, but man, if there were ever a more tragically appropriate band name for these days of disinformation and rampant rejection of knowledge than “Fuck The

Cognizant – Cognizant (2020 Reissue) Review

Fast Rites: because sometimes brevity is fundamental. Dallas-based death / grind outfit Cognizant sees a CD reissue of their first album here, thanks to the kind souls at Selfmadegod. This fancy little slab of tech-grind

Sodom – Genesis XIX Review

Seems like about 90% of the reviews for any Sodom album released in the past two decades or so have been cut from a similar cloth: “Old-school thrashers remain remarkably consistent,” “Sodom sounds like Sodom,”