All posts by Zach Duvall

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

Dark Fortress – Venereal Dawn Review

There’s a fine line between being a tourist and an accomplished jack-of-all-trades. Take the latest from Germany’s long-running blackened act Dark Fortress, Venereal Dawn. (That title, by the way, refers to the goddess Venus, not

Sons Of Crom – Riddle Of Steel Review

It’s funny how directly imitating a unique, legendary band can lead to wide variety of reactions among both critics and fans. There aren’t a lot of Meshuggah clones out there that have gotten more than

Entombed A.D. – Back To The Front Review

Because bands can’t think of a better way to deal with a naming conflict than just adding “A.D.” or “B.C.” to the end, we now have Entombed A.D., which is essentially just the most recent

The Haunted – Exit Wounds Review

Despite The Haunted maintaining full time activity over recent years, many will likely view Exit Wounds, the band’s eighth full length, as a return or comeback of sorts. The reason for this is twofold. First,

Albez Duz – The Coming Of Mictlan Review

German duo Albez Duz evidently derive their name from some medieval Germanic meaning “swan noisiness” or “swan rush.” Because I don’t know what either of those things are, I’ll be sticking to my original theory

Yob – Clearing The Path To Ascend Review

After wearing a doom crown of their own design for years with monstrous albums such The Unreal Never Lived, YOB made their first real attempt at change in years (other than that brief breakup) with

Exordium Mors – The Apotheosis Of Death Review

Despite being an active band for a decade, New Zealanders Exordium Mors are just now getting around to releasing a full length album. On the surface, it would appear that they took ten years to

Midnight – No Mercy For Mayhem Review

Coming off some great EPs and beastly full length Satanic Royalty, Midnight crept into the hearts of many an leather-donned ‘head through a combination of Venom’s proto black metal and Motörhead’s, well, everything. Speedy, riffy,