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Death Breath – Stinking Up The Night – Review

December 22, 2006

Bloodbath did this already, and did it well, but no one’s sayin’ there isn’t room for more wet and sloppy hollerin’ and punkified riffing. Nicke Anderson leads.

Suffocation – Review

December 8, 2006

While its predecessor satisfied the fans’ hunger for their returning heroes, on this new endeavor, Suffocation no longer need rely on their past for accolades.

Brian Posehn – Live in: Nerd Rage – Review

September 26, 2006

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.

High On Fire – Blessed Black Wings – Review

September 30, 2005

Matt Pike, Des Kensel, and ex-Melvin Joe Preston have mixed the best aspects of every era of metal into a boiling broth of riffs, melody, and power.

The Dillinger Escape Plan – Miss Machine – Review

November 22, 2004

Anthemic choruses, clean vocals & guitars, distorted NIN vocals, trancy bits, oblique lyrics, relaxed singing, and just the right amount of sandblasting.

Suffocation – Souls to Deny – Review

October 4, 2004

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.

Zeke – ‘Til The Living End – Review

October 4, 2004

Zeke ignore Motörhead about as much as Rancid ignores The Clash or The Queers ignore the Ramones. Template or historical antecedents? So what?

Alabama Thunderpussy – Fulton Hill – Review

September 27, 2004

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.

Godflesh – Messiah – Review

October 8, 2003

From Hydra Head to the turntablist crowd, this band’s fingerprints are etched deep and hard into the minds of underground noise/electronicheads everywhere.

Dysrhythmia – Pretest – Review

September 24, 2003

Dysrythmia are not interested in playing the most complicated, fucked up eight-minute instrumentals. They’d rather dance around each other’s gliding shadows.