All posts by Andrew Edmunds

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

Music Over My Head – A King’s X Primer, Part 2

The first part of this two-piece primer covered King’s X’s golden era, the ten years between their debut and the loss of their major label deal. Of the six records they released during that decade, …

Music Over My Head – A King’s X Primer, Part 1

Generally speaking, artists are the sum of their influences. Narrow the scope of the influences and you narrow the scope of the art, and the artist will have a harder time separating his or her …

Drap – Rotten Till Allt Ont Review

Sweden’s Dråp emerged in 2013 with their first full-length, En Naturlig Död (Swedish for “a natural death”), which was written in tribute to vocalist Joachim Lyngfelt’s mother, who passed away from cancer in 2010. En …

Holy Martyr – Darkness Shall Prevail Review

What has two thumbs and really likes Manilla Road? (Author’s Note: This is not really me.) What has (presumably) ten thumbs and also really likes Manilla Road? Like those long-running Wichita-born brothers of the hammer, …

The Drip – The Haunting Fear Of Inevitability Review

Way back in 2014, this oddly-named group of grinders caught my attention on the strength of their EP A Presentation Of Gruesome Poetics, their third EP overall and their first for Relapse. That one was …

Devils In The Mist – Overkill’s Groove Years

For years, on these pages and in myriad (often one-sided) conversations, I’ve opined that Overkill’s 90s and early 2000s forays into the then-modern trend of groove weren’t as embarrassingly off-base as those of most of …

Cruz – Culto Abismal Review

Some weeks back, on one of our various social media outlets, a few fellow writers and I were extolling the virtues of Martyrdod, and somewhere in the convolution of the conversation, we came to a …

Vultures Vengeance – Where The Time Dwelt In Review

Italian quartet Vultures Vengeance is yet another new band attempting to sound like some long-lost undergrounders from yesteryear – and they look ridiculous with their aviator shades and headbands and Paul Stanley chest-rugs. Put all …