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.
Lunging with ferocity and desperation, Mustaine, Marty Friedman, and Nick Menza, layed to waste the aural battlefield with beautifully choreographed carnage.
Sounding slicker than ever, the songs were paired down to simpler arrangements, but Countdown to Extinction tread the line between accessibility and integrity.
Old Man Gloom (I thought it was “Oh My Gawd” the first time I saw it abbreviated) drift and drone, hammer and drive through meta-metal language and not.
Jenny Lewis’ enchanting voice floats over stories of love and loss, then seamlessly stab you through the heart with unexpected burst of expletives and wails.
Italy’s princesses of ballerina metal return, offering 72 minutes of symphonic priss rock (A 60 piece orchestra was used, and often) about dragons and castles.