A pretext to a tasty read…The pre-released download of the album was labeled in descending order.  Hence, the first track became the last track and so on and so forth.  Technical difficulties, yet took nothing from the album but a rickety organization…it’s still solid. If such a thing can exist...

What begins as a monolithic tenement of beauty on All The Waters Of The Earth Turn To Blood is slowly at first, and then hastily torn to absolute rubble. There seems to be a ghostly white enchantment, terrible screams, and a strict dirty black monotone of simplicity. The album as a popular singular term,...

Once unbeknown caricatures both evil and pleasurable unwilling to bridle any concept of normality have risen throughout the ages of Heavy Metal from its conception, and since rapidly become the scene…the idols…the Gods…and revolving back to caricatures once again. The Blood Of Kingu and the music,...

“There Is Only One Truth In Life! We’re All Born To Die!” – Changing Faces by Sicarus and bellowed from the deep guttural will of a man that knows no failure but his own last breath…Death is a fuckin’ disease and we have to find the cure for it! A sentimental reality, but a goddamn brutal...

The morale of the album and the vicious hooks are desirably profound and never lacking…the whole goddamn thing is sweeter than a virgin on prom night. Hail The Villain’s Population Declining along with a Friday night layover with my all too gorgeous woman and a slew of Johnny Bootlegger bottles of...

Divinity has bred and kept contained within The Singularity their own distinctly compulsive, terrifying brand of planned oblivion.  The talent is a shattering reality of what was once deemed archaically insane.  Progressive and shifting space-time to the point…and sometimes beyond the edge of absurdity...

A review dedicated in part to my beautiful girlfriend, Alethea; distant relative of the Greek and Roman goddess of Intelligence and skill, Athena.  She is an immortal among mere fiends and I love her for that.  Also written and dedicated in part to Natural Light, of which I’ve drank enough of in...

Democracy is two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner…its fifty one percent of the population controlling the other forty nine percent…and in an essentially perfect Tertium Organum we’d all vote along the lines of some unspoken Darwinian law that amongst friends, most won’t...

A review in complete dedication to a dead man, and one of the greatest friends anyone could ever have; Dusty.  He would not have dug Diabolic at all but would rather have put on some NOFX or Pennywise.  But he would have raised that bottle of Jack, followed by a bottle of Coke, and we’d have got...

Few things are as enlightening and humbling as witnessing the birth of something great.  Not a slimy bastard of a child or anything in the animal kingdom.  That’s a sickness.  Adolf Hitler, alongside his chief architect Albert Speer, created a series of structures in the midst of the Third Reich...