Tag: Selfmadegod
Drugs Of Faith – Asymmetrical Review
Helmed by DC grind stalwart Richard Johnson (Enemy Soil, Agoraphobic Nosebleed), Drugs Of Faith has steadily cranked out some fun and ugly noise for over two decades now. Self-described as “grind ‘n’ roll,” this trio …
Blast Rites: Nashgul – Oprobio Review
I spend an inordinate amount of time trying to come up with fresh and interesting ways to describe grindcore records. Even with the surprisingly wide scope of what’s often dismissed as a very limited sub-genre, …
Blast Rites: Cognizant – Inexorable Nature Of Adversity Review
Seven long years ago, these Texan tech-grinders released their self-titled debut, an absolutely blistering blastfest of twisted riffing, relentless pummeling, and unstoppable intensity. That one felt futuristic, born of a similar almost sci-fi-sounding sharpness akin …
Nuclear Holocaust – Sailing The Seas Of Nuclear Waste Review
Questions, dear reader: Do you like bells? Whistles? Flash or flair or flamboyance? Musical accouterments? Sonic trappings? Any kind of adornments? If you answered yes to any of the excessive variations upon the same question …
Sickrecy – Salvation Through Tyranny Review
Familiarity breeds contempt, I’ve heard, and I certainly understand the meaning of that aphorism, but it’s not always true. Sometimes familiarity is a warm blanket, a well-worn pair of boots that fit just perfectly, a …
Human Corpse Abuse – Xenoviscerum Review
[Cover artwork by Jose Gabriel Angeles] Take a journey with me, my fellow grizzled riff-gluttons who’d likely rather bong all the world’s remaining Schlitz wounded soldiers in lieu of sacrificing an original Effigy of the …
Antigama – Whiteout Review
If there’s a conversation deciding the current World’s Greatest Grindcore Band, then Antigama is certainly in the running. Across seven albums and many shorter releases before this one, this Polish quartet has built themselves quite …
Skumstrike – Deadly Intrusions Review
[Mother Superior, jumping the gun*]: When the band is called Skumstrike and the cover art looks like that, Brother Francis, you know just what you’re getting: beach-tinged acoustic strumming, lavender incense, and sensitive crooning. The …