All posts by Ryan Tysinger

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

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

Greyhawk – Keepers Of The Flame Review

At the center of the kingdom there is a castle. At the center of the castle there is a fortified keep, from whence the kings of metal reign. Within these sacred halls, an eternal fire

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