Boyd Rice has been destroying music since the mid-’70s. Like Throbbing Gristle and Cabaret Voltaire, he used homebuilt or modified instruments to create sounds.
Swirling, moody, and introspective, Halo Star is what we have come to expect from cutting-edge group Black Tape For A Blue Girl, a longtime underground darling.
Bathe in future pop rage. Another dark EBM/future pop album that dots the landscape of Metropolis Records. Tasty remixes by Assemblage 23, Funker Vogt, Iris.
Capable of delivering a solid melodic death metal album, they’ve jumped into a field where the stakes are very high, and their songs just can’t compete. Yet.
Smartly avoids the dinosaur-sized mid-tempo stompers that permeated non-Brett albums, instead focusing on the kind of affectual, somber, minor-based melodies.
Hushed, velvety confessions draped atop lonesome acoustic pluckings, their only friend the bewildering prairie that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Cracks a beer and hands it to you, saying Lee Dorrian is back. Seriously, nobody played and recorded and stomped their way through doom quite like Cathedral.