All posts by Ryan Tysinger

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

Mors Vincit Omnia: A Spotlight On Sentient Ruin Laboratories, Part 1 — The Interview

It’s not a secret that the role of a record label has changed drastically in the age of the internet. Nowhere is this more true than in the underground, where endeavors are driven by genuine

Suspiral: “The Antithesis Of Time” Track Premeire

Sometimes the only way to conquer something is by feeding it. Immersing yourself in it, becoming it. Going against what every instinct embedded in your subconscious screams against in protest. Stepping into the fire, you

Chevalier – Destiny Calls Review

Let’s take a moment, if we may, to talk about the “ah-ha” moment. That moment when all of a sudden, an album just clicks. Sometimes it comes right away, sometimes after two or three listens,

Vigilance – Enter The Endless Abyss Review

Have any two bastard children of the blues been as intertwined as punk and heavy metal? One would be hard pressed to make a strong enough case to dispute it. Sure, plenty of other rock-oriented

Magnabolt – Magnabolt Review

There’s a lot to be said for first impressions, especially in an age where new releases are coming out faster than listeners can possibly hear them all. This first impression could be one of many

Departure Chandelier – Antichrist Rise To Power Review

Though Nostradamus’ masterwork Les Propheties has come under heavy debate concerning the accuracy of his prophecies, there is no denying that, even with the stretch of mistranslation and the intentional vagueness of the original author,

Sabïre – Gates Ajar Review

Tumbleweeds roll across the open Australian outback. The camera rolls across the plains, showing endless desert until it meets with the glistening asphalt of a long-lost highway. A lone rider can be seen in the

Warmoon Lord – Burning Banners Of The Funereal War Review

h blessed art thou, most darkest of steel! Thy lightless array of befrozen art doth resonate profoundly within mine loins, hailing the blackened heart that lurks below! How shalt I describe thee, in this, the