It’s the beginning of the end. Of the year. This shitty, terrifying, mind-screw of a year. But you know what? It’s also the beginning of list making, which by now (if you’ve been reading me over the last four years) you realize I relish even as I qualify and condition every list I make. As per usual I kicked it off with a list of great albums that – for various reasons – didn’t make my main lists, but that didn’t make them any less special. Every album does that for me: even the ones I don’t connect with tell me something about how I connect with music, and sometimes that’s just as important as finding an album that does make that connection. Continue reading
I’m the resident goat guy ’round these parts, so it was my solemn duty to check out any album with the horned beast featured so prominently in the title. Alas, I only see six, and not 666 goats actually carrying (though pulling would be more accurate) said chariot, but despair not, because Bütcher make no pretensions of math being their strong suit. Their trump card is metal, and 666 Goats Carry My Chariot is an almost ridiculous blast of old school thrash and speed: full of bombast, screams and leads that will melt your face and drive you away to dismal cold.
Even though the current logo reminds me of a burning in hellfire Stryper. Continue reading
The recent turn of events for the incredible Tanagra is unfortunate at best and absolute bullshit in its entirety. At its core, it shows a company – that no one’s ever heard of – that will stop at nothing to cripple a band that has nothing to do with said company nor had any intentions of crossing paths in any way. If you do nothing else today, go here and buy all you can to show the band support and hopefully give them a fighting chance to rebuild or whatever their next step will be. In other news, we’ve got tons of new metals this week beginning with the old school blackened speedsters Bütcher, an industrialized and cinematic take on The Seventh Seal from Brooklyn’s Fliege, soul touching darkness from Deathwhite, and vermin infested death from Proscrito. Beyond that, tons more entries await. Do it. Continue reading
We’re back on a regular format today. No more eulogies from me, thankfully. Instead, we’ve just got our weekly assortment of whatever great tunes we’ve been jamming. This week, I throw in some new Cult of Luna, which I enjoyed a lot more than its one hour and twenty minute run time would have had me believe I could, Anton throws in the new single from Sutrah which he’s been gushing about to anyone with ears around these parts, and we have a few picks from a site newcomer who you may or may not be hearing more from very soon…
Until then, enjoy.