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. Follow on X if you want: @blzzrdofjozzsh

Ritual Ascension – Profanation Of The Adamic Covenant Review

This isn’t the first time I’ve mentioned Ari Aster, nor will it be the last. The famed horror director, known for films like Hereditary and Midsommar, are refreshing in that they don’t necessarily rely on

Havukruunu – Tavastland Review

The forests endure the human experience—life, death, and the pages between. Each river, tree, peak, and valley tells a story. That tale is that of nature’s inevitable victory through it all. And victorious it shall

Best Of 2024 – Blizzard Of Jozzsh: Welcome To The Machine! Wait, What’s He Droning On About?

Sup, devils? Exactly one year ago, I published my extraterrestrial-themed end-of-year recap featuring a plethora of little anecdotes and assumptions about green or gray beings in superbly-advanced spaceships, navigating their way throughout the infinite universe(s).

Infernalivm – Conquering The Most High Review

If it has black and red cover art, I’m listening. So, that leads us here. A few weeks ago, I saw a little promo drop in my email inbox from the fine folks at Sentient

The Mosaic Window – Hemasanctum Review

I wouldn’t say I like the thought of repeating cliches or reiterating cringy anecdotes, but I must state that the notion that music is therapeutic will forever ring true. Now, in my 30s, it still

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