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And now we’re back to our exciting installment(s) after this short, commercial break. This sneaky lil’ bugger just had to rearrange playlists in two parts for them being too fucking long.  I think my neighbors may have ordered about a dozen rocket launchers by now. Next thing I know I’ll be finding an armored tank waiting for me at my porch. It’s best I start with the artsy stuff for a change before moving on to obscure ballsy metal. White Ritual – In & Out 2022 was a great year all around. Especially, when albums such as White Ritual’s In & Out have been flourishing expansively for the past couple of weeks. It’s an unparalleled work even if only for ending up crammed with innumerable ingredients (f.i. cold wave, industrial, synthpop, witchhouse, ethereal, art-rock, and so on), all while revolving itself around radio-friendly patterns. Too many bands, far more ambitious, or even accomplished, have failed at respective recipes. This one’s digestible to a point it may even intrig

Oh, hi there, it’s your annoying neighbor, again. Here’s my recent list of muzick that has been terrorizing folks who live nearby. True story that, I once fell asleep while digging sounds, only to find notes such as ”TURN IT DOWN” delivered to my doorstep.  Now, my initial goal was to maintain a certain consistency among styles and I think I sort of got it, yeah, or whatever. Even without the other half of my original list, it still looks too bizarre. So, just chin up and enjoy, life’s too short, or time’s not enough to indulge in all the cool music that’s out there.   Sisyphean – Colours of Faith  It's been a year since this was out and I arrived too late at the party. Laugh at the old goat, yeah, yeah, point your finger too if it helps.  Now, those Lithuanians draw significant influence from bands in the vein of Dodsengel, Svartidaudi and Blut Aus Nord . But they do dig deeper to unearth Cloak of Altering’s The Night Comes Illuminated with Death , or just albums faithful to the

My connection to Paradise Lost’s music resembles the terms of a permanent relationship. Its integral qualities may revitalize your body and thought, to a degree you feel capable of achieving nearly everything. While, on different occasions, it can turn out as an ordinary mess that’s so fucking disappointing. I won't deny, of course, the album in question does belongs to a side-project ; a work put together by its core members mostly for their personal fun. But since the main people are present in an endeavor named after their most “infamous” album, what else's left to expect? So, anyway, I’ve read and heard all kinds of opinions these days, to a point I feel nothing like contributing further to pointless descriptions you are already aware of. I even wrote an earlier review that lies in my recycle bin, just ‘cos I found out I was too bored to read it myself. We’ve all known how the album sounds from the first moment it was announced. We also know there’s a certain quality subjec

Death is final. Death is eternal. Even if there exists some sort of afterlife in what lies beyond, it’s probable we won’t be carrying any of our present memories along. Blame me if today’s mood seems a bit philosophical, but current events can make a guy ponder. You’re wondering what’s the point of it all, or why it’s an aspect all of Earth’s religions won’t dispute. Or even how would our essence grow in the first place, if memories are not supposed to matter.  That being said, Death Eternal Records from Richmond, Virginia is a name rather suitable for an underground DIY endeavor. Especially one that deals with ominous music, even when their criteria do grand salvation on a personal degree. What you may find here, none can quite guarantee. What you shall miss, no one could really answer. All you’ll be getting is nothing besides the dusty offerings of a small-scale label, dedicated to promoting local talent among other relative bands. Shoushitsu – Black Ash  Metal Archives states Shous

I don’t get new stoner rock. It’s too trippy, psychedelic, or even “forced” for my taste. Normally, psych aspects do provide some shaky thrills, but not if the said riffs sound watered down to a state of indifference. It’s become too blunt, devoid of all nerve, as if a magical fairy showed up, only to cut their balls off in an instant. And believe me, I ain’t edgy for the sake of it, I’ve overplayed albums I don’t dig to the point of exhaustion, just in case I might convince myself that, yes, yes, I get it now, it’s so great and I’m so excited….  ….yeah, OK, I may sound a bit of an asshole here. But let’s be honest, most old-timers I’ve known have shared relative thoughts from time to time. It’s the way people are consuming music these days; they won’t digest it properly, so why should any band spend the next three years in crafting a record. Even if the outcome is bound to sound rushed, sloppy, or even tiresome to some, you receive no assurances your effort won’t drift overlooked in t

(Originally written for Valentine's Day. Whole point is: don't take life too seriously.) Valentine’s Day is a universal holiday of its own uniqueness. Arguably, it may well be the only day of the year when every one of you feels both contrary and guilty simultaneously. The thing is, there’s been so much public discussion about why people should celebrate, or why they just shouldn’t, or even why the fuck should others care how people choose to spend this day. To the very point, a simple reminder of phrasal brawls is enough to mess with your mood momentarily.  Then again, metalheads feel even more divided for their own reasons. Especially, when the ones who choose to see to the needs of their better half got no clue as to what present they should be purchasing. Should it be a bouquet of roses, some exquisite chocolate box, or a rock ballad compilation? Most ideas seem so trivial, applied to the point of exhaustion. What present could you possibly choose that won’t appear as a pe