Generally Impressed With Riffs
Picture this, brah brah: You’re out enjoying a nice meal with the in-laws. It’s a pleasant setting—a beach vacation, let’s say. The sun gently peeks above the horizon, illuminating the tides as they roll in and wash away the footprints …
[Artwork by Pierre de Palmas] When revealing Melting Rot as the first band booked to play at Revenge of the Corpse 3, festival organizer Isaac Horne wrote on Instagram that the Aurora, Illinois, trio was “the closest you’ll ever get …
[Album artwork by Staffan Lindroth] The last time we gathered together under the Dimhav banner, I was busy losing my grip over the Swede’s very excellent and very sudden debut, 2019’s The Boreal Flame. I say ‘very sudden’ in that …
[Cover art by Caelan Stokkermans] “Change–and everything is change; nothing can be held on to–to the degree that you go with a stream, you see, you are are still, you are flowing with it. But to the degree you resist …
Hair metal: The most-mocked subset of 80s heaviness. Much of it barely qualifies as metal, occupying space more accurately described as hard rock, but its best records appropriate metallic riffage and attitude enough to warrant …
Originally written by Chris Redar Destrage’s Are You Kidding Me? No is an identity crisis if there ever was one. What are you going for here, dudes? Strapping Young Lad? Amon Amarth? Opeth? Pitchshifter? Linkin Park? Every UFC-core AND djent band ever? …
Mantar. MANTAR. It evokes a VO shout from a B-flick trailer. HE COMES IN THE NIGHT. MANTAR. Wearing a congratulatory smirk, you slide over and hit up “Spit” on the ol’ Bandcamp. Out of nowhere, the German …
Welcome to the halfway point, volume five in our list of The Most Essential Albums of the Eighties. Previous volumes can be accessed here. This week’s edition features a host of menacing characters. To start …
Protoplasm is pregnant for the second time, for y’all have knocked her up. ••••• COLOURED BALLS – BALL POWER (1973) Land: Australia Lifespan: 1972 – 1974 File Under: Sharpiecore, rat-tail rockin’ In Print?: Reissued …
Not too long ago, you couldn’t huck a rock without hitting a drifty, smoky, fuzzy doom band directly in the marbles. Slow-bangers with stretched tunes steeped in bongwater were getting continuous front-page action, and folks …
Welcome to Exhumed to Consume, the first of what may or may not be a recurring feature in which Last Rites staffers evaluate albums, classic or otherwise, that have recently been dug up, dusted off …
