All posts by Andrew Edmunds

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

Jungle Rot – What Horrors Await Review

It seems like most every Jungle Rot review of the last ten years or so starts something like this: “Ever heard a Jungle Rot record? Then you know what you’re getting here.” Kenosha, Wisconsin’s most

Gnaw – This Face Review

God, what an awesome racket… And I use “awesome” there predominantly in the sense of “impressive” or “astounding” than in the sense of “kick-ass,” although Gnaw certainly kicked my ass, but more in the sense

Machetazo – Mundo Cripta Review

Spanish death/grind outfit Machetazo is a well-praised and long-running band that delivers solid records.  And yet those records, what of them I’ve heard, would fall somewhere between a few feet and just a hair’s-breadth short

General Surgery – Corpus In Extremis: Analyzing Necroticism Review

General Surgery is another one of those bands that bring to mind the term “Carcass-worship.” For this, their second full-length in nearly two decades of existence, this bunch of blood-splattered Swedish malcontents offer up Corpus

Captain Cleanoff – Symphonies Of Slackness Review

2009 has been good to me so far. Behind the February offering of Napalm Death‘s monstrous Time Waits For No Slave and the April release of Brutal Truth‘s return, I also belatedly stumbled across this

Arch Enemy – Tyrants Of The Rising Sun – Live In Japan (DVD) Review

Arch Enemy in 2009 is a band simultaneously just past their peak and well into their decline. Their commercial fortunes have arguably never been better—the last few albums have garnered them more exposure and more

Grave Digger – Ballads Of A Hangman Review

For nearly three decades, Germany’s Grave Digger has soldiered on, (mostly) bringing us some killer epic speed metal. (They’d probably love to forget their brief departure into Bon Jovi-esque pop metal—under the abbreviated name Digger—as

Turisas – A Finnish Summer With Turisas (DVD) Review

“Happy metal” is such a dubious concept. But if it’s humanly possible to listen to Turisas and not be inspired to thrust one’s fist in the air, to move and to smile gleefully whilst doing