All posts by Ryan Tysinger

I listen to music, then I write about it. On Twitter @d00mfr0gg (Outro: The Winds Of Mayhem)

Scolopendra – Those Of The Catacombs Review

Italy has always taken to their own vision for horror. From the pioneering cinematic work of Riccardo Freda, Lucio Fulci, and Dario Argento to the interpretation of terror in the country’s heavy metal scene from

Wanderer – Awakening Force Review

The story so far: The first two Running Wild albums are the best Running Wild albums. This has made a lot of people very angry and is occasionally regarded as a bad take. Certainly, Under Jolly

Siege Column – Darkside Legions Review

Let us pause and take a moment to just bask in the glory of that album cover. Rendered in the style of After School Detention on Xerox, it resembles the more refined works of that

Omitir – Ode Review

Romanticism can be a double-edged sword. On one hand, it can create a distorted view of the past, skewing and altering history, recalling good old days that never really ever were. On the other, it

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Another Dive Into The Nethers Of The Black Metal Underground

Last night marked the new moon. The darkest night of the lunar month, when the terrestrial body, in its tireless rotation about the tellurian rock, is blackened by the very shadow of the earth itself,

Draghkar – At The Crossroads Of Infinity Review

Blackened thrash is a strange beast. It was certainly, in retrospect, present before the second wave of black metal, but it never really found that tag until after black metal became an established, definitive style.

High Spirits – Hard To Stop Review

Often times, I believe we are the architects of our own discontent. In a world that so often engrains in our minds that nothing worth having comes without effort, pain, and struggle, we find ourselves

Track Premiere: Deadlight Sanctuary – “Deadlight Sanctuary”

Before black metal was so often equated to frozen winds, icy tundras, and frosty landscapes, it was a style of fire. Sarcófago, Blasphemy, and the earlier works of Beherit evoked a humid, claustrophobic atmosphere seared