You might be under the crazy impression that scrapbooks are musty physical objects to be enjoyed decades from now, when your grandkids hop up on your lap.
Everything Greg Dulli touches is priceless. Even this, an EP composed of two covers and three collaborations, is every bit as necessary as Powder Burns.
Bonz has been replaced by Lord Nelson, and beneath the new guy’s old school rapping, you get Rich’s soul-replenishing croon and his huge, grinding riffs.
Describing Stolen Babies as “prog-pop-cabaret-thrash-quirky-Goth-rock” provides enough space to add mambo and cha-cha-cha and still have plenty of legroom.
A showcase of the 360’s power, it’s a staggering example of things to come, and as a blast-and-go action game, it has the instant appeal of a subzero Contra.
Gus G. is only in his mid-20s, but with all the extreme metal around, his take on power metal is stacked with chords of an In Flames or Finnish metal nature.
No direct interview questions, we see the subjects talking about each other and reacting to situations. Like gossip, we’re never given access to the source.
One of Swedish death metal’s founding fathers, but they’ve never had their live show properly documented. Grave sound more menacing and crushing here than ever.
Two hours of brutish beauty like Agalloch and such. Mostly instrumental (the vocals are blackened growl when they occur), mostly droning and tinkering.
Screaming, skimpy metal and the yearning of some poser whose balls have yet to drop. Probably have 100,000 MySpace friends, all girls who love boyz in eyeliner.
Kinda goregrind in humor/feel, has non-tinny spazz, and plenty of howl and noise. Not since Dani Filth has such a “what the??” voice worked in brutal metal.