I slept, and I dreamed.
I dreamed of ripping, gain to 11 HM2 riffs with an edge so brittle they would shatter. I dreamed of cavernous reverb, and of blistering tempos jackknifed into mid-paced stomps that locked into a pocket so deep I could feel the void. I dreamed of vocals both guttural and vicious, speaking to me in the tongues of ancient religions, intoning rites of passage into another world, another time.
I woke, and realized it was February and I had slept on killer old school death metal releases from Frozen Soul, Nervosa, and Apshyx. Rising from my decrepit tomb of a bed I exhaled a chilled breath and decided to rectify the situation.Continue reading