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The Chronicles Of Father Robin – The Songs & Tales Of Airoea Book 3: Magical Chronicle (Ascension) Review

[Cover art by Lars Bigum Kvernberg] This is the third and final installment of our review of The Songs & Tales of Airoea, a trilogy released by the band, The Chronicles of Father Robin. Below

The Chronicles Of Father Robin – The Songs & Tales Of Airoea Book 2: Ocean Traveller (Metamorphosis) Review

[Cover art by Lars Bigum Kvernberg] This is the second installment of our review of The Songs & Tales of Airoea, a trilogy released by the band, The Chronicles of Father Robin. This second album

The Chronicles Of Father Robin – The Songs & Tales Of Airoea Book I: The Tale Of Father Robin (State Of Nature) Review

Cover art by Lars Bigum Kvernberg Most of us must have core memories of grand plans we made with our best buds in school. To grow up and all be cops or robbers or sports

As Ever, This Is The Golden Age – An Interview With Wobbler

Last Rites’ graybeards and greenhorns alike share an abiding love of the classic styles. Likewise, we appreciate and even revel in all that shiny new shit at the cutting edge. As such, we reject the

Best Of 2020 – Ryan Tysinger: Maybe We All Deserve The Hammer

Go, then. There are other worlds than these. – Jake Chambers The zombie sub-genre of horror film introduced some interesting hypotheticals. Everyone reading this has, in all likelihood, at least pondered on how they would

Best Of 2020 – Zach Duvall: Life’s A Binge

Hi, friends. Hope you’ve made it through 2020 with minimal suffering. In lieu of regurgitating a bunch of negativity, I’m going to discuss one of the ways in which I coped and kept myself looking

Best Of 2020 – Andrew Edmunds: Alligators Can Grow Up To Fifteen Feet, But Most Of Them Still Only Have Four

Christ, I cannot even imagine how many trillions of words have been written / are being written / will be written about how utterly, unbelievably, unfathomably awful 2020 has been… And yet, I feel like

Staff Infections – November 2020

Hello, dear readers. It’s November—mid-November by the time you read this—which would ordinarily mean this awful year is almost over, but I would not be surprised if 2020 somehow manage to last thirteen or fourteen