All posts by Zach Duvall

Last Rites Co-Owner; Senior Editor; Obnoxious overuser of baseball metaphors.

Armored Saintly Revelations: One Night in Dayton

At several moments of his career, John Bush would have been forgiven for becoming a tad jaded and bitter. Armored Saint was ripe for crossover appeal, but they never gained as much success as they

Harlott – Proliferation Review

To find out if you’re going to enjoy Proliferation, album number two from Aussie thrashers Harlott, ask yourself the following questions: Do you like Tom Araya’s voice, particularly since he took on a higher, more

Shrine of Insanabilis – Disciples Of The Void Review

Disciples of the Void is the debut album of Shrine of Insanabilis, a band that takes the whole “mysterious black metal” thing about as far as possible with a lack of member info, anonymous band

Myrkur – M Review

M, the full length debut from Danish singer/songwriter Amalie Bruun’s black metal project Myrkur, is a frequently beautiful collection of music. Stunningly beautiful, in fact. However, I say “collection of music” rather than “album” because

Ahab – The Boats Of The Glen Carrig Review

At first listen, The Boats of the Glen Carrig appears to be the first Ahab album that doesn’t see the German doomsters taking a substantial step forward in their evolution as musicians. After essentially mastering

Scythian – Hubris In Excelsis Review

Like Lychgate, the last band that your’s truly reviewed here at LR, Scythian calls London home. A bit of research reveals that the two are separated by only a couple band member degrees. Scythian bassist/vocalist S.

Majestic Downfall – …When Dead Review

One of the most important keys to good doom – and minimal music of all types – is efficiency. It isn’t efficient with time, obviously, as doom is the metal most known for its drawn-out

Lychgate – An Antidote For The Glass Pill Review

London’s Lychgate burst onto the black metal landscape in 2013 with their self-titled debut. It was a wild and fully-realized platter of dissonant weirdness that loved its keyboards and organs, but never to the extent