Two discs, Hadean/Archaean and Proterozoic. One evokes the polluted decibel wonderment of Isis and Neurosis. Two exhibits more mellowness and elasticity.
A gorgeous rarities pack. 20 tracks plus four radio spots, documenting the side bits of The Dictators’ classic, legendary alternative career path career.
Taint (taint stoner, taint sludge, taint hardcore neither) competing with Spice, Spiritual, and Clutch, but adding an artful noise and an Entombed Viking vocal.
Looks good, digi, cool cover, even cooler title. Stupid though, complaining that a record is too high fidelity and the drummer is the best you’ve ever heard.
Warchest is gorgeous. A weird catch-all, leaning heavily on live, plus demos, studio rarities, interview snippets, a disorganized symphony of destruction.
A thick, layered, ambitious record. Blackie and Borden alone own this decadent space between power and hair metal and strip mall junk while California burns.
A fans-only title. An endearing bunch of characters: Some have absurd cleavage, others mechanical noses, they throw underwear at each other and act silly.
It’s fun to fire your weapons. Call of Duty 4 stands neck and neck with BioShock and Halo 3 as one of the best FPS releases in an impossibly cutthroat year.