All posts by Manny-O-War

Infinitely committed to the expansion of artistic horizons. Interested in hearing your grandparent's anecdotes and recipes. @mannyowar

Spectral Voice – Eroded Corridors of Unbeing Review

The mind of a death metal fan wanders. A morbid and picturesque landscape, dotted with caves appears. From each cave comes the rattle of death metal. Bands hunker deep within the earth, spaces normally reserved

Bell Witch – Mirror Reaper Review

The average football game lasts roughly three hours and twelve minutes. During that time there are numerous commercial breaks, TV timeouts, team timeouts, penalties, official reviews, challenges and, of course, the either 25 or 40

Hallatar – No Stars Upon The Bridge Review

We all have a holy grail to which we compare everything. For some of us, those of us who are food-obsessed, that holy grail could be that perfect bite you had in that back alley

Unsane – Sterilize Review

It can be said that the casual Unsane fan needs no more than three Unsane albums. Those would be, without question, Scattered, Smothered & Covered, Total Destruction and Occupational Hazard. The first shows the band

Acephalix – Decreation Review

We fans of death metal have been blessed, much like Noah, with a flood of tremendous death metal over the last 18 months. It’s like the early 90s all over again except with different players,

Purtenance – Paradox of Existence EP Review

FAST RITES: because sometimes brevity is fundamental. For a band that’s been around since essentially 1989, Purtenance has released a surprisingly sparse amount of material. In fact, between 1992 and 2012 they released exactly 0

Soror Dolorosa – Song Debut and Review of Apollo

We here at Last Rites are unabashedly in the business of metal, and boy does it pay well. We are, admittedly, “generally impressed by riffs,” so when you come to our site and we’re talking

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Mausoleum Gate – Into A Dark Divinity Review

Somewhere, in a wood-paneled basement, with a couch upholstered in multi-toned brown plaid, there’s a dusty record player resting in a corner on top of crumpled copies of the local newspaper. If you were to