Picture this: you’re in a dark, dingy room and a balding, middle-aged dad in a Cannibal Corpse shirt is crowdsurfing, beer cans and bodies are being thrown around the room in a beautifully disorganized chaos, and one of the most important Swedish old school death metal bands is up on
Footpaths‘ music is like a lonesome descent. Like the slipping away of hope and the tasting on your lips of the second it leaves your grasp. From there, you feel the cold throes of no return clinging to your entire body… You get lost within the labyrinths of your own mind.
We all have events we look forward to. Birthdays, anniversaries and holidays are all temporal cushions that ease the annoyance of our day-by-day tedium. For those fortunate enough to not be tied to Christmas’s hypocritical thrall, Halloween usually is the holiday to enjoy. For the last five years, that weekend
A period longer than ten moons has passed since I last served up one of my juicy feasts of these forgotten treats. 2016 was a year spent in the deepest recesses of darkness (one could call me a pathetic fool, trapped inside my skull), and although 2017 is shaping up
I have only been recently exposed to the virulent strain of flesh-eating aural violence that is Hagazussa‘s music. I’m happy I have encountered this music, as it has taught me a severe lesson on how the human brain can be subdued and battered into total submission just through the sheer force
October 2016 has birthed myriad darkly inclined releases, but nothing comparable to Bloated Subhuman’s Commemoration LP, a harsh noise release divided into four parts representing Emile Durkheim’s four forms of suicide. Nihilistic and dread-inducing, it has been described as “what Hell sounds like.” I first got hooked on this band through