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Eight Bells – The Captain’s Daughter Review

My guess is that we’re about three years away from doctors revealing the truth that over-exposure to Tetrabromobisphenol-A in our computers significantly adds to intensified OCD behaviors in the greater human population. More and more

Bosse-de-Nage – III Review

Originally written by Ramar Pittance Bosse-de-Nage’s III — nominally a black metal album, but truly and thankfully so much more — is 2012’s best album distinctly about being alive in 2012. Here’s a question I think is worth

Stagnant Waters – Stagnant Waters Review

Everyday usage does great violence to language’s origins. Case in point: the term ‘avant-garde’ originally developed in the context of battlefield strategy, and later became influential in the theorizing of revolutionary political movements. Loosely translated

Neurosis – Honor Found In Decay Review

The eleventh album from the Oakland-based shamans in Neurosis is an hour-long answer to the question, “When is ‘tired’ not tired?” You see, on Honor Found In Decay, Neurosis sounds weary. Now wait, hear me

Nether Regions – Into the Breach Review

Portland, Oregon’s Nether Regions does a good job capturing the same bare-chested, club wielding Motorhead-on-speed — er, more speed — roaring quasi-sludge metal perfected by High on Fire. That said, if that’s all they had going for them, Into the Breach would be

Pelican – Ataraxia/Taraxis Review

Originally written by Rae Amitay Pelican has been producing their somewhat bland brand of instrumental post-metal/rock for a decade, and while it’s nothing I would deem as being particularly innovative, their music has a sludgy

Zebulon Pike – Space is the Corpse of Time Review

Originally written by Jordan Campbell For those residing in the bitter climes of Minnesota, instrumental doom dealers Zebulon Pike are minor legends, a charming oddity that opens nearly every show worth seeing while simultaneously cultivating

Sólstafir – Svartir Sandar Review

Those who have not yet had the pleasure of experiencing the band that one of our writers described as “Jim Morrison’s corpsepainted and drug-addled suicidal spawn” should know right now that no comparisons, regardless of