Tag: Black

Ludicra – Another Great Love Song Review

Originally written by Nin Chan My friend posed a fascinating question the other day: just what do the words “American Black Metal” mean? While “Norwegian Black Metal” or “Nordic Black Metal” seems rather self-explanatory, “Finnish

Svartsyn – The True Legend Review

Well, this certainly is a queer thing. Sweden’s Svartsyn has long been an exceedingly peripheral member of the nation’s embarrassment of black metal riches. Despite becoming somewhat transparently enamored of the ‘orthodox’ black metal zeitgeist

Desaster – The Arts of Destruction Review

Originally written by Jordan Campbell Last week, while hovering over an overpriced stout and an over-rocked single malt, a conversation between friends turned to the subject of film; more specifically, high-grade action flicks. Inevitably, we

Borknagar – Urd Review

Originally written by Rae Amitay Borknagar is an experimental metal outfit that has been through its share of lineup changes and sonic shifts since their formation in 1995. They’ve delved into the nooks and crannies

Secrets Of The Moon – Seven Bells Review

The mind of the hopelessly obsessive music fan cannot help but search for hidden connections, shared trajectories, the limnal algebra of an ever-expanding dendritic web. For our current purposes, two of Germany’s most deliberately reverent

Pact – The Dragon Lineage Of Satan Review

One does not simply listen to Pact… Some albums aren’t adventures, escapades, journeys, pathways, portals, passages or promenades. They don’t introduce a storyline, they don’t meander, peak or plateau. No… some albums don’t do any

Hellsaw – Trist Review

Austria’s Hellsaw is the highly melodic black metal project of Horned Almighty guitarist Aries, and with its fourth album Trist, the band has perfected a pleasant but wholly inoffensive type of Goldilocks black metal: everything

Lord Mantis – Pervertor Review

Good hygiene is important; it’s a sign of maturity and, more basically, evolutionary fitness. Society expects cleanliness. But for some of us, that primal little devil inside who so enjoyed flinging us headlong into mud