All posts by Andrew Edmunds

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Battleroar – To Death And Beyond… Review

Epic metal in the classic tradition, Greece’s Battleroar evokes the heyday of Iron Maiden, Queensryche, Manilla Road, Omen, pre-prog Fates Warning and others. What little I’ve heard of earlier Battleroar efforts didn’t particularly wow me—like

Heidevolk – Walhalla Wacht Review

Heidevolk hails from Holland (or, if you prefer geographical nomenclatures that sound like polite references to your genitalia, “The Netherlands”). Their first record, 2005’s De Strijdlust Is Geboren, garnered some positive interest, although I myself

Soilent Green – Inevitable Collapse In The Presence Of Conviction Review

I’ve been a Soilent Green fan since I first belatedly ran across Sewn Mouth Secrets some years back, and I still hold that record as the band’s finest hour. Nothing on Inevitable Collapse changes that

Today Is The Day – Supernova (Reissue) Review

I first heard Today Is The Day when I saw them live in 1999, six years after this record was initially released. My buddy Kevin and I saw them in a shit-hole club in Nashville

Hellhammer – Demon Entrails Review

Some two decades and several thousand imitators later, Hellhammer exists outside of judgment or critique, not because they were really all that awesome, but because there’s a big disparity between their importance and their actual

Dawn Of Demise – Hate Takes Its Form Review

Dawn Of Demise are heavy; they definitely have that going for them. This heaviness is not the heaviness born of sheer blasting force, nor of abrasive chaotic clamor. This heaviness is the heaviness of a

Exit Strategy – United State Of Amnesia Review

“Marine, what is that button on your body armor?” “A peace symbol, sir!” “What is that you’ve got written on your helmet?” “Born to kill, sir!” “You’ve got ‘born to kill’ written on your helmet

Dismember – Dismember Review

I absolutely love Swedish death metal; I get all weird inside when I hear that dirty fuzzy guitar tone. Not weird in a creepy way, but weird in a good way, like an intoxicated way. It