All posts by Zach Duvall

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

Nox Aurea – Ascending In Triumph Review

Melodic doom/death sometimes seems like a (sub-sub) genre without any real set of parameters. Bands lacking the proper songwriting chops more often than not come off like they’d be better suited playing funeral doom, melodeath,

Horseback – The Invisible Mountain Review

Horseback is the singular vision and nearly singular execution of North Carolina songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Jenks Miller. The Invisible Mountain is the project’s second full-length, and it should create a good amount of interest in

Zombiekrig – Undantagstillstånd Review

Confession: I signed up to review this album because these Swedes named their band Zombiekrig. That’s it. Any of you who say you wouldn’t do the same are either liars or just too damn uptight

Primordial – Spirit The Earth Aflame (Reissue) Review

Heritage is something of crucial importance to Primordial, and it’s not limited to lyrics of Celtic history or the spent blood of their native Ireland. Musical heritage, while less overt, is equally important, as shown

Melvins – The Bride Screamed Murder Review

Calling Buzz Osborne eccentric is like saying Tiger Woods is wound slightly tight. It’s among the grossest understatements in the long and storied history of gross understatements. This is, after all, a close friend of

Perversor – Demon Metal Review

Chile’s Perversor, curiously one of three bands from Latin America with said moniker, brings the time capsule approach to their primitive form of extreme music. Demon Metal is a handy little EP that very believably

Griftegard – Solemn, Sacred, Severe Review

Holy doom metal, Batman!!! No, seriously, holy doom metal. Religious themes and pious imagery have long been a common subject for metal’s slower species, especially that of the epic subset (“The Samarithan” anyone?), and Sweden’s

Lantlôs – .Neon Review

You’ve been here before. Here, among these waves. Waves that pretend to be glaciers, but at their heart are warm and cradling, not cold and isolating. It is the terrain of ebb and flow, slowly