What is this? Metal? Sure, but how and what do I classify it? Krakow combines a few eclectic styles to overtake metal and spin it into a unique sound—something that takes time to digest. It has distorted guitars, yes, rough vocals, yes, screaming, yes. When metal stops being so self-conscious hiding in a mask of distortion, dials it back 30 … Read more
Thou, in this particular rendition, throw down great song thud after thud, right on the table, while permeating a delicate scent through their carefully constructed EP, Rhea Sylvia. Each song is a steamy dish, smelling like Tool, Starkweather, and Isis mishmashed together. The vocals have a Maynardish-Alice In Chains chest voice, a Starkweather scream, and a shimmering lead guitar tone. … Read more
Welcome to Duvel’s childlike fantasy, their ruminations inspired by Norwegian life. The bleak echoing of whatever neurosis such a wonderfully Scandinavian culture produces, other than seasonal depression and too much equality, speaks through them in musical duality. This album is so childlike, oftentimes aloof, stumbling upon pure goodness as if by accident. They are Parsifal, before he got his name, … Read more
Converge—Nietzsche’s pissed off nephew, Rilke’s furious friend—achieves a glimmering consummation in a mishmash of fourness (which, in numerology, symbolizes spiritual wholeness). They went from thrash titans to sonic gods; now they flirt with the nasty nebula they came from, dumping what we might consider B-sides, smacking a healthy appetite, and a bitter jaded cheek, awake. Seemingly, they can do no … Read more
With startling revelations our systems of authority are thought to be illegitimate, God dies, and the state cannot be justified. The burden of life is too great as our knowledge of suffering increases, to the point where our beliefs crumble and our gods buckle. Beings as a whole take precedent over Being. Democracy aims at the citizens’ first, rulers subject … Read more
In February 1996 late novelist David Foster Wallace released a modern masterpiece, Infinite Jest, uncovering a wellspring of contemporary criticism and psychological diagnosis. Granted his prose is maddeningly bratty to some readers and unapologetically obsessive, most of it is just damn good by my standards. Say what you will, his book is measured, careful, and thorough. One of the narratives … Read more
The task of summing up a well-organized European festival is large enough, especially since I dislike festivals to begin with. So I’ll leave you with one day, and one interpretation, namely, my own. Whether you like music festivals or not shouldn’t send you running from fear of crowds, and social inhibition, or the shitty overpriced food, sweaty campsites, criminal lack … Read more
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