All posts by Konrad Kantor

Staff Bartender -- I also write about music on occasion. Fuck Twitter.

Full Blown Chaos – Full Blown Chaos Review

The biggest difficulty for bands who take musical avenues that are extremely easy to access is that they tend to exhaust their songwriting resources too quickly. There’s nothing more suitable than good ol’ fashioned hardcore

The 25th Hour – Monsters Review

The 25th Hour is an experimental outfit hailing from San Diego, California…with no vocalist. Although it’s becoming more and more common for musicians to release all-instrumental albums, it’s still quite a bold statement when they

Ironwood – Storm Over Sea Review

If you’re one who commonly clicks on a review and exits out after seeing a not so pleasant score, hopefully you’ll skim over this sentence and continue reading, because the album is FREE. Storm Over

Sodom – In War And Pieces Review

Every once in a while, it’s quite nice not to have to come up with some clever introductory sentence that tells the readers some brief, useless tidbits about a band they might have never heard

KK’s Best Of 2010

This December marks the end of a long, tiring and treacherous year. Most unfortunate were the deaths of many of our favorite musicians, as well as an abnormal amount of tragic events that happened to

Earth – A Bureaucratic Desire For Extra Capsular Extraction Review

Regardless of which era of Dylan Carlson you prefer to listen to, his music will always have a subtle way of, well, droning over your thoughts. After all, this is the man responsible for inventing

Agalloch – Marrow Of The Spirit Review

In 1994, the Norwegian band Ulver lit a fire with the release of their uniquely composed folk metal album, Bergtatt – Et Eeventyr I 5 Capitler. Although small, this flame burned uncharacteristically bright within the

Withered – Dualitas Review

I remember it as if it were yesterday, wandering down the darkest and most bizarre alleyways New Orleans had to offer, blasting Folie Circulaire so loudly through my headphones that it felt as if putrid