Paper is a dissatisfying experience. I’ve been spoiled by Chris Robinson singing this material for so long, and Rich’s voice just doesn’t get the job done.
Cave’s love of Cohen, Waits, and Cash is sublimated into an intoxicatingly passionate collection of songs that bears no connections to their forefathers.
Third album. Denmark’s Hatesphere crank out signature Scando-thrash with an emphasis toward faster, more claustrophobic and intimate American hardcore moshing.
Fine, concise sludge-metal, down-tuned guitars and huge downstrokes driven by fairly brisk tempos, conventional song structures, and non-growly vocals.
This five-piece out of Kentucky are solid musicians playing well-written, honest songs about disillusionment, despair, and outsider pride. Heavy stuff!
A smoky, claustrophobic, humid form of warm death metal modernized and tenderized by grind. A much better record than the murky and befuddled To Serve Man.
You don’t have to be a fanatic or a geek to appreciate the raw beauty of Mayer’s Fortune recordings, and you don’t have to be one to love this album, either.