Tag: Avant-garde

Neptunian Maximalism – Le Sacre Du Soleil Invaincu Review

In her book The Empathy Exams (2014), Leslie Jamison writes that “[e]mpathy isn’t just something that happens to us… it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves… Sometimes we care for

Ritual Ascension – Profanation Of The Adamic Covenant Review

This isn’t the first time I’ve mentioned Ari Aster, nor will it be the last. The famed horror director, known for films like Hereditary and Midsommar, are refreshing in that they don’t necessarily rely on

Best Of 2024 – Blizzard Of Jozzsh: Welcome To The Machine! Wait, What’s He Droning On About?

Sup, devils? Exactly one year ago, I published my extraterrestrial-themed end-of-year recap featuring a plethora of little anecdotes and assumptions about green or gray beings in superbly-advanced spaceships, navigating their way throughout the infinite universe(s).

Thy Catafalque – XII: A Gy​ö​ny​ö​rü Álmok Ezut​á​n J​ö​nnek Review

Front cover artwork by Dániel Szécsényi and Tamás Kátai The list of descriptors for Tamás Kátai’s Thy Catafalque is long and varied. Consult any online source, ask any fan, and you’ll be buried in any

Oranssi Pazuzu – Muuntautuja Review

It’s hard to believe that it’s been over 15 years since Oranssi Pazuzu delivered their dynamite debut Muukalainen puhuu, because never in the years since has it failed to feel fresh, nor has the band

Doedsmaghird – Omniverse Consciousness Review

Here’s a funny thing for someone ostensibly in the business of making words about sounds: sometimes I just… don’t wanna. Sure, like a desperately hungry squirrel misunderstanding the meaning of “no nut November,” sometimes I

Papangu – Lampi​ã​o Rei Review

Cover artwork by Eduardo Ver Papangu’s debut album, Holoceno, was a resounding success in 2021, even making that year’s Last Rites Combined Staff Top 25. Four longtime friends from João Pessoa, Brazil, had somehow found

VHS – For A Few Riffs More Review

[Cover artwork by Christopher Diaz] A gust of wind hurls a pocket of dirt into the boiling western air, and a tumbleweed scurries inches behind two boots planted firmly in the ground. The silhouette of