The first time I really sank into I Write to You, My Darling Decay by A Wake in Providence —the symphonic blackened deathcore band out of Staten Island that’s been pushing the genre into increasingly...
Tyler Hines is back, baby! I’ll Be Seeing You isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel. It’s not here to shake you to your core or leave you spiraling into an existential crisis. What it does do, though, is...
There’s a particular kind of violence that comes out of São Paulo, and Nervosa channels it with frightening precision on Slave Machine . This Brazilian thrash/death metal band doesn’t trade in polishe...
Drop filmmaker Andy Milligan into polite conversation and watch the room curdle. Say his name in the wrong company and—yeah—you might get dunked in the River Jordan or handed off to Father Merrin for...
Some debut albums introduce an artist. Others arrive already in motion, fully combusted. Land of the Midnight Sun does the latter. It doesn’t ease in, doesn’t posture, doesn’t bother with polite hands...
Enslavement feels even stronger when you place it in the context of Leprous Divinity themselves—a short-lived but striking San Francisco brutal death metal unit formed out of members with ties to proj...
Some records arrive polished. Some arrive dangerous. Head Hunters slithers in. Released in 1973, this still feels illicit, less like an album than contraband passed between dimensions. There is funk h...
There are records that evoke landscapes, and there are records that feel like ruins remembering themselves. Forlorn Citadel ’s An Oath Undone belongs to the latter. It plays like a crumbling chronicle...
There’s a moment early in Odyssey of Noise Vol. V where it feels less like you’re listening to a synthwave record and more like you’ve stumbled into some rogue transmission drifting through deep space...
Inside Jack Potter there’s a hero trying to get out! Innerspace hit theaters on July 1, 1987, and I wore it out that summer as a fat 12-year-old. I went back more than once. Couldn’t help it. The movi...
A low hum emerges from the void—distant, mechanical, almost celestial. It swells into a vast orchestral surge, as if some unseen force is breathing life into the cosmos itself. Flickers of melody spir...
A low hum emerges from the void—distant, mechanical, almost celestial. It swells into a vast orchestral surge, as if some unseen force is breathing life into the cosmos itself. Flickers of melody spir...
There’s a certain breed of film that doesn’t just ride the coattails of a blockbuster—it clings to them like a half-feral stowaway, gnawing through the luggage and emerging somewhere deep in the jungl...
Some films unfold gradually. Men from the Gutter erupts. From its opening moments, the film feels unstable, charged with the kind of pressure that suggests violence could burst through the frame at an...
Celebrating a decade as a synthwave artist, Starfounder returns with Ground Zero , an album that moves beyond nostalgia and into something darker, heavier, and more cinematic. Instead of leaning on.....
