All posts by Zach Duvall

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

Nidingr – Greatest Of Deceivers Review

Like numerous acts that thrive in the second tier, Nidingr sounds a little like a lot of bands, but exactly like none of them. There isn’t much that is wholly original about their overall sound,

Dordeduh – Dar De Duh Review

Following the glorious rise and tumultuous split of Negura Bunget, many were left wondering what was to be. Negru’s continuation of the band — call them Negura Bunget 2.0 — was quick to report back with

At the Front Lines of the Cassette Invasion

Early reports can now be confirmed: the invasion is upon us. A long dead relic of the past has arisen, back to claim the throne it once sat upon. The cassette — that deteriorating, misshapen

Between The Buried And Me – The Parallax II: Future Sequence Review

We all have certain bands that we enjoy, sometimes even love, with certain conditions. I have long been like this with Between the Buried and Me, understanding their shortcomings but enjoying them because of the

Tiamat – The Scarred People Review

Tiamat’s journey from Swedish death metal also-rans to brilliant doom / death / goth experimentalists to pedestrian purveyors of cheesy mediocrity is well documented, at least for anyone who has paid attention since about 1998.

Black Moor – Lethal Waters Review

There are basically two ways to view Lethal Waters, the sophomore album from Nova Scotia’s Black Moor. On one hand, it largely fails all of the typical “critics’ darling” tests. The execution of a melodic,

Down – Down IV Part I – The Purple EP Review

Considering that Down has basically been a full-time band for several years now, the development of the fourth entry in their recorded catalog sure took a long damn time. Eventually they announced that Down IV

Hellwell – Beyond The Boundaries Of Sin Review

The Hellwell project came on seemingly out of nowhere, but once details spread, it came as no surprise to fans of the band’s most noteworthy member. After all, Mark “The Shark” Shelton’s immortal Manilla Road