I would like to start this review by talking about, as we usually do, Jeff Goldblum. Ever eccentric, Goldblum’s career has reached a peak of absurdity as of late, allowing his je ne sais quoi to permeate internet, TV and even metal culture. When Brooklyn’s Fliege released their debut that was entirely based on David Cronenberg’s The Fly and featuring gratuitous samples of Goldblum, it was clear that at least part of the concept was humor. However, deep down, the songs had merit, and on Fliege’s full-length debut, The Invisible Seam, the band shows they are way more than a joke. Continue reading
There’s a time to laugh, and a time to cry. There’s a time to stretch the boundaries of metal, and there’s a time to stay the course. There’s a time to get grandiose and expansive in a review, and there’s a time to just sit back and admit that To Fathom The Master’s Grand Design, the latest from Danish purveyors of blackened filth Horned Almighty is breaking no new ground, but remains deftly executed and full of evil, evil chops that will raise hairs on the backs of folks who live for gloating, leering metal burnt black. 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: Rorcal’s Muladona and Trader Joe’s 2019 Vintage Ale. Continue reading
No meandering preamble. Too much of 2019 was utter shit, and music was the salve to my battered and bruised soul. Last week I touted 19 albums that helped me cope with the personal and global tragedies that the year brought, and this week brings another 15 records that, while not formally ranked all can on a given day act as my #26, or even my #1. Don’t try to find reason or logic in a list. Not only is it all subjective, but it’s all subject to change on a dime, on a given moment when the axis spins and tries to buck you off into orbit, and all you can cling to is the fragment of a melody, a riff or a lyric that tethers you to the world, keeps you grounded and ready for another day.
Enough. Let’s do this. Continue reading
* Hey it’s Thursday! And it’s more than 9! What else is new? I hereby fully (don’t) apologize for the late entry that clearly doesn’t at all conform to the format. Suck it….
I tried to keep my 2019 End of Year list(s) brief…I really did. But like last year simply too much happens in the span of 365 days to limit advocating and championing the things one comes to love. And I’m not talking about the release of records. I’m speaking to the way we change and grow and mutate with every experience, the way what we hold dear or take comfort in stands as a totem or ward against the hate and pain of a world gone mad, a world that grinds away at our compassion, our love, and our fortitude to stand against it while maintaining the core of who we are. Continue reading