Tag: Avantgarde Music

Sur Austru – Datura Străhiarelor Review

Folk metal appears to be going through a pariah phase these days. Of course, genre popularity ebbs and flows with the tide of public opinion, but this once-booming scene of the mid-aughts has fallen on

Missing Pieces: The Best Of What We Missed In 2024 So Far, Vol. 2

It’s the middle of the year, so we’re taking a few days to round up all the metallic greatness we failed to cover in the past six months. As you can read above, this is

Moonlight Sorcery – Horned Lord Of The Thorned Castle Review

[Artwork by Linda “Forestrolli” Piekäinen] As some of you may know, I spent the better part of the entire summer listening to little else than power metal in preparation for The Top Power Metal Albums

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Enlightened In The Gleam Of The Scythe, Its Blade Reflecting Funeral Pyres Of The Black Metal Underground

A new moon has passed once again, and yet again I find myself on a bit of a fools errand, seeking to read truth in something as erroneous as the black arts. Contradiction is its

Anachronism – Meanders Review

[Artwork by Adam Burke / Nightjar Illustration] Despite having spent many years focusing on creative endeavors such as writing, drawing cartoons, and designing book covers, I do not consider myself an artist. I would say

Best Of 2022 – Ryan Tysinger: Lifelong Journeys For Technicolor Vapors

First of all, forgive the self-indulgence. These words could be inscribed atop any list, any review, any critique; yet they beg to be uttered. After all, it’s a fundamental rule in critical writing: don’t use

Missing Pieces: The Best Of What We Missed In 2022 So Far, Vol. 1

Once upon a time in the MetalReview Dot Com Days Ov Yore, this crew of particularly persnickety prickly pears would review everything sent to the email inbox (or PO box). It’s unfathomable to think of

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