Poison Leather – Trapped In The Abyss Of Chauvet Review
Art has been a part of the human experience since, well, the dawn of the human experience. Ever since Grunk dejectedly drew a sad face with Oong’s blood after bludgeoning him for even considering to …
夢遊病者 (Sleepwalker): “Boundless Love / Resilience” Track Premiere + Interview
We never notice the final breath we take before we fall asleep, yet we can rationally assume that there is a point between a measured inhale and exhale, a point where wakefulness surrenders itself into …
Fuego Eterno – El Arte De Lo Oculto Review
Hailing from the city of Los Ángeles, Fuego Eterno are bringing some absolutely ripping death/thrash on their first release. Their debut album, El Arte De Lo Oculto, was released independently this past January. This may seem …
Tower Hill – Fighting Spirits Review
Cover art is “Geser Khan” by Russian artist/mystic Nicholas Roerich Where does power come from? Not the electricity powering the device you are undoubtedly reading this on, per se (much to my chagrin, we still don’t …
Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Shanghaied On The Celestial Shores Of The Black Metal Underground
Greetings, Trav’lers. Once again, the moon has crept its way into total darkness, reminding us of the ever-eroding sands of Time. It is often accepted that Time is a man-made construct, an idealogical invention in …
Fortress – Waiting For The Night Review
Imagine, if you will, the most glorious display of loot your mind can conjure. A veritable bounty of treasure, well earned after sailing on wings of tomorrow to the halls of mountain kings, courting the …
Track Premiere: DSKNT – “Transition Ω- [Part II]”
There is a point in the metaphysical realm where the three paths of art, science, and spirituality converge. These paths are not straightforward – in fact, they intersect with one another many times as they …
Evil – Possessed By Evil Review
Two words that fairly well sum up the entire spirit of the sophomore album from Tokyo’s black/thrash brigade Evil: Take cover. The sheer onslaught of a crew-served, belt-fed, fifty-calibre, uranium-laced shells of snarefire rip straight …