All posts by Andrew Edmunds

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Alice Cooper – Welcome 2 My Nightmare Review

Alice Cooper’s last album, 2008’s Along Came A Spider, was his highest-charting record since the 1991 release of Hey Stoopid. A concept album about a serial killer, Spider also marked Coop’s return to the theatrical after

UFO – The Chrysalis Years 1973-1979 Review

In every metropolitan area throughout the United States, there’s a classic rock radio station broadcasting endless repeats of tired tunes like “More Than A Feeling” and “Carry On Wayward Son” and “Tuesday’s Gone.” And why,

Brutal Truth – End Time Review

After a decade off, Brutal Truth came blasting back in 2009 with the stellar Evolution Through Revolution. That album was a total bomb-blast, and it came in at number two on my top-ten list that year.

Anthrax – Worship Music Review

It seems about once a year I’m involved in some variation upon the same conversation: “Anthrax doesn’t deserve to be in the Big Four. It should be Exodus / Overkill / Testament…” And I’m torn there **

Squash Bowels – Tnyribal (Reissue) Review

Polish grinders Squash Bowels came on strong with their last few efforts – both 2005’s Love Songs and 2009’s Willowtip-released Grindvirus were stout records that saw the band moving away from the goregrind that characterized

Iron Claw – A Different Game Review

A few months back, I reviewed the “debut” by blast-from-the-past outfit Hell, and though the sounds of the two are worlds apart, the stories behind that band and Scotland’s Iron Claw are similarly both stretched out and slowed

Extreme Noise Terror – A Holocaust In Your Head (Reissue) Review

Once upon a time, in a place called England, in a time called the mid-1980s, the Gods of Crust Punk gave birth to an angry baby, a child whom they christened Grindcore. At the time,

Gorguts – From Wisdom To Hate (Reissue) Review

In our jobs as reviewers, we critic types toss around adjectives and the occasional hyphenated terms and hypothetical-breakfast-food-themed clichés like proverbial hotcakes. Amidst all my endless descriptors and terrible, terrible jokes, there’s one word that