All posts by Ryan Tysinger

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

Thromvosis – Proclamation of the Smegmatic Warcult Review

[Cover art by Khaos Art] If the gas-masked, ammo-clad baphomet with iron cross abs sitting atop a pile of human skulls on the black/white/red cover art combined with the words “smegma,” “Proclamation,” and “warcult” mean

Stunner – Motor Worship Review

[Cover art by Vrugarth Doom] The last time we saw the Nightfighter, our hero had barely escaped with their life from the future city of Megalopolis. The sprawling cyber municipality took its toll out on

Audio/Visual Premiere: 夢遊病者 – “Silesian Fur Coat”

The music of the Japanese/Russian/American collective known as 夢遊病者 (Sleepwalker) have been using their music to search out the nexus between cognitive memory and the subconscious since their debut demo (統​合​失​調​症​の​飢​餓) and subsequent first studio

Oromet – Oromet Review

I used to half-joke that I liked funeral doom because it was music for stretching out, closing your eyes, and trying your darnedest to believe you were laying in your coffin. I say half-joke because

Tyrann – Besatt Review

Metal moved fast in the 80s. It was the wild, open frontier–there was so much room to push things faster, louder, and more aggressive. Simultaneously, it’s bastard cousin in punk was pushing stripped roots rock

Diamonds & Rust: Blood Money – Red, Raw And Bleeding! + Battlescarred

It is nigh-impossible to discuss the early days of heavy metal–especially in the U.K.–without at least mentioning the socio-economic conditions that allowed it to multiply like bacteria in a warm, damp Petri dish. From the

Ascended Dead – Evenfall Of The Apocalypse Review

Ascended Dead’s 2017 debut, Abhorrent Manifestation, ripped its way through a marked year for death metal. It was a favorite of the year for me: a riff-a-minute barrage with primal underpinnings of Possessed, Sarcófago, and Necrovore

Gabestok – Med Freden Kommer Hadet Review

The Soil The crest of first-wave black metal is a bed of nutrient-rich gravesoil. While thrash was pushing into more progressive or commercially viable territories and death metal was beginning to find its own sheen