All posts by Ryan Tysinger

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

Pa Vesh En – Burial Review

For those who have spent any substantial amount of time in graveyards, you’ll know what I mean when I say every cemetery has its own personality. Some are pleasant and inviting, others morose and forlorn.

Poccolus – Poccolus Review

Of all the branches of heavy metal, black metal is the most susceptible to cultural malleability. Of course there are sounds and styles that largely originate from or develop identities around certain scenes (German thrash,

Valdrin – Effigy Of Nightmares Review

Blood. The life force that flows through us all. Some are repelled by the sight or even the very thought of it; some find a primal, sexual fascination stemming from its power over life and

Hexenbrett – Zweite Beschwörung: Ein Kind Zu Töten Review

There’s a big difference between the words, ‘naked’ and ‘nekkid.’ ‘Naked’ means you don’t have any clothes on. ‘Nekkid’ means you don’t have any clothes on… and you’re up to something. – Lewis Grizzard What

Golden Ashes – In The Lugubrious Silence Of Eternal Night Review

lugubrius (lu·gu·bri·ous): mournful; especially : exaggerated or affectedly Depression wears many masks. It can feel like despair and hopelessness, it can morph into anger, frustration, or contempt. Often times it wears the guises of sorrow and longing,

Golden Light – Sacred Colour Of The Source Of Light Review

Cults are fascinating. We often hear about the disastrous results of the more famed movements such as the Peoples Temple (Jonestown) or Heaven’s Gate, or the bizarre “successes” of Scientology or Mormonism in weaving their

Witches Hammer – Damnation Is My Salvation Review

Fast Rites: because sometimes brevity is fundamental. In the earliest days of thrash, a great prophecy was foretold. It spoke of a day when the False had inherited the Earth and roamed freely, spewing forth

Traveler – Termination Shock Review

Each generation thinks it invented sex; each generation is totally mistaken. Anything along that line today was commonplace both in Pompeii and in Victorian England; the differences lie only in the degree of cover up