We count time in moments, not minutes. Minutes are an easy subdivision, a common agreement to note the objective passage of time. But we never objectively pass time: our “time” is made up of moments that can feel like a second or a lifetime. A minute is nothing without the events that fill it, and those events can warp and distort our perception of time in the best and worst ways. All of which goes to say that what for us may feel like about four years since Oregon titans of doom Yob released an album, it can never match or compare to how long it must have felt for Mike Scheidt and company to release Our Raw Heart, a piercing catharsis that seeks to make sense of the tumultuous events of Scheidt’s recent past, and not coincidentally some of their best work to date. Continue reading
Nine Circles 