In his 1946 book, Man’s Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl explores how one could possibly stay sane and focus on the positive while a prisoner in Nazi Germany. Ultimately, he comes to the conclusion that “love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire.” On their full-length debut The Arrows of Our Ways, Seattle, WA’s Izthmi sample a reading of Frankl’s work and continue the search for meaning through embracing love against all odds, while blending searing black metal and crushing doom with a healthy dose of melody. Continue reading
Receiving the Evcharist is our weekly feature where we pair choice albums with our favorite libations. Drink from the cup of heresy. This week’s offering: Sun of the Sleepless & Cavernous Gate’s Split and Strand Brewing Company’s Flying Cat.
Smoke curls from a lit cigarette, set against the ashtray. Heightening the smell of perfume wafting throughout the room. It’s not unpleasant – you are familiar with the scent, after all – but there’s something else with Love Exchange Failure from White Ward. Something coppery, tied to the perfume, almost beckoning the curious to take a closer look. And you do, on pure impulse, because there’s something so compelling about how this scene is set that you can’t seem to articulate. That coppery smell turns out to be blood, and the trail it leads to your own dead body on the floor. It can’t be; after all, you are alive. Coming closer, you notice the intricate markings on the body, ones that you don’t see on your own. The marks look self-inflicted, as if your dead doppelgänger had scratched itself to bits, and you can’t help your fascination of the details. They swirl around the body’s forearm, making a slow rise to the shoulders. They look delicate, but you can see they were dug deep in the flesh. You wake up from visions of your dead body and the marks down your arms, making sure that you don’t have them yourself, and then shake your head, wondering what kind of internalization was going through your mind while you slept. Continue reading
Over the course of two full-lengths, a spilt and ambient EP, Clouds Collide has made a habit of using the intensely personal to connect on a universal scale. It’s been four years since 2015’s stunning All Things Shining and in that time Chris Pandolfo has been steadily building toward another leap in the way his band communicates through the language of music. In anticipation of the release of They Don’t Sleep Anymore on July 26th, Nine Circles is proud to premiere the penultimate track of the album, the massive “Parallel Ruminations.” Continue reading
I really enjoy my trend of jumping in on this content once every other month or so. It’s a good opportunity to put my drinking to use. Something like that. We’re still in stout season up here in the great white north, and I had a couple delicacies sitting in my fridge waiting for such an evening. The trick, however, was finding an album to enjoy while… enjoying it. And it really wasn’t that hard. Let’s get into it. Tonight I’m serving up (for myself, obviously) Drawn Into Descent’s The Endless Endeavor and Founders KBS. Continue reading