All posts by Blizzard of Jozzsh

Taller than Glenn Danzig, but shorter than a funeral doom LP. Lover of riffs and cheesy horror films. Hot wing connoisseur. On Twitter or X, whatever: @CatacombsMedia

Blood Incantation – Absolute Elsewhere Review

Somewhere, in some galaxy far, far away, lies some poor creature who’s never had the chance to binge King Crimson’s Red, Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon, Death’s Symbolic, Morbid Angel’s Altars of

Mork – Syv Review

Deep inside my bones, I can feel death pulling me under, but not in a relaxed, far-out Dream Theater sense. Instead, the stench and gooeyness of a metaphorical swamp are dragging me down. Look, my

VHS – For A Few Riffs More Review

[Cover artwork by Christopher Diaz] A gust of wind hurls a pocket of dirt into the boiling western air, and a tumbleweed scurries inches behind two boots planted firmly in the ground. The silhouette of

Spectral Wound – Songs Of Blood And Mire Review

Unfortunately, I’ve yet to have the privilege of visiting Canada. However, once I trek across the border, I expect to be bombarded with friendliness and hockey and drenched in maple syrup. Look, I dig Canada.

Calderum – Desecration Of The Bastille Review

I promise I won’t ramble on about my love for black metal throughout this review—and I understand this is true for heavy music in general—but I’ve always found it fascinating how various scenes incorporate their

Fulci – Duck Face Killings Review

[Cover artwork by Wes Benscoter] If it walks like a duck…quacks like a duck…and riffs(?) like a duck… it’s probably… Fulci! Born June 17, 1927, in Rome, Italy, Lucio Fulci spent 69 years on this

Orange Goblin – Science, Not Fiction Review

Heavy metal truly is the law—at least, that’s the case in the Year of Our Lord 2024—within the confines of the Peaceville Records headquarters. Over nearly four decades, we’ve been blessed with numerous albums from

Obscene – Agony & Wounds Review

[Cover artwork by Brad Moore] To be completely transparent, I’d rather be mauled by a cougar than listen to the same John “Cougar” Mellencamp songs on the terrestrial radio dials. But ain’t that America? Or