Metal is alive and well and living in Europe. Americans futz with knuckledragging nü metal and ’til-you-grow-outta-it hardcore, European metal pushes forward.
There’s eye candy, smart, attitude-laced editorial, and coverage of topics you didn’t know you were interested in until you were absorbed in the piece.
Well-written and knowledgeable. That shouldn’t be such a surprise, but passionate fans, knowledgeable fans, and decent writers are three separate things.
Friends have tried to convince me of sinister undertones, and sure, I hear some, but I mainly hear folky hippie sap rock. Full on Simon & Garfunkle’n’shit.
Political punk rock with samples, breakbeats, frantic paces, and both live and synthesized guitars. Lots of whoa-whoa’s, but also plenty of Chemical Brothers.
Dark, brooding, mythical rock. Slow to mid-tempos, with Mikaela’s voice hovering and dangling, then soaring away, to pause and tease until you catch up again.