Category: Reviews

Blast Rites #14: Thieves – Therapy Sessions Review

Some days you want some bloodsoaked goregrind grossness. Some days you want some rifftastic death / grind mash-up. Some days call for simpler measures: Some days you just want to smash things, or people, or

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Rising, As The Celestial Phoenix From The Smouldering Pyre, Its Sanguine Wings Stretched Across The Starless Aeons Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings, Travl’r. The wake of the estival solstice has daylight enacting its measured retreat: Darkness marches forward, and once more the tides in the eternal war of time have begun to shift in the favour

Blast Rites #13: Suffering Mind – Lifeless Review

Ah, we’ve come to lucky number 13 for this little column I decided to do on the spur of a half-blitzed moment, and to celebrate, Blast Rites is taking on the latest from a personal

Municipal Waste – Electrified Brain Review

When you get into middle age, some combination of social convention (“you’re too old for this”) or real-world responsibilities (kids, job, life) or simple physical limitation (it just fuckin’ hurts) will usually tell you that

Fellowship – The Saberlight Chronicles Review

Because Fellowship’s self-titled EP struck such a chord for many, The Saberlight Chronicles’ arrival feels a long time coming. There was something strikingly earnest and unapologetically spirited and fun about “The Hours of Wintertime,” “Hearts

Protector – Excessive Outburst Of Depravity Review

In the pantheon of Teutonic thrash, Protector occupies a somewhat interesting place. On one hand, they’re a truly oft-unsung and overlooked outfit, rarely if ever mentioned alongside the Holy Trinity of that particular scene, or

Defect Designer – Neanderthal Review

Here’s an undeniably sexy way to start a review of some heavy metal music: sometimes what ends up shaping one’s impression of a piece of music is dictated much more by the frame of reference

Bekor Qilish ‒ Throes Of Death From The Dreamed Nihilism Review

In music (and all art), there’s generally a distinction between things that are blatantly, intentionally strange or just end up that way because the people making it are weirdos. Even just within the “avant-garde” tag,