The mainstream might know him as “that awkward guy on Mr. Show and Just Shoot Me,” comedy buffs and metalheads know Brian Posehn as the thrash-addicted giant.
Anthemic choruses, clean vocals & guitars, distorted NIN vocals, trancy bits, oblique lyrics, relaxed singing, and just the right amount of sandblasting.
Suffocation return with their first full-length in nearly a decade, every bit as weighty and complex as ever. Subpar production can’t dampen the fury within.
Huge and clear, but with none of the essential rock ‘n’ roll grit scrubbed away. New singer Johnny Weills’ feel for bluesier rock music opens up new avenues.
From Hydra Head to the turntablist crowd, this band’s fingerprints are etched deep and hard into the minds of underground noise/electronicheads everywhere.
Dysrythmia are not interested in playing the most complicated, fucked up eight-minute instrumentals. They’d rather dance around each other’s gliding shadows.
Death, technical, sludge-y, grinding, stoner, and occasionally “weird.” The best are death metal gods. Some decent stuff with horrible crap in between.