Don't expect sparkles! Killer Whale isn't your slick, award-bait survival movie. Nope, this is a raw, snarling creature feature that's less interested in polishing its edges and more focused on suffoc...
It turns up when he’s not even really looking—just thumbing through a worn jazz bin in the back corner, fingers dusted with cardboard and time. The sleeve catches him first: Piccolo. Ron Carter . That...
If you go into Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! Expecting some kind of campy, kitschy curio you can watch with a half-smirk... Yeah, you're going to get run over. And in the best way possible. This thing...
Metamorphosis Incarnate Through Genetic Devastation feels less like a debut and more like a fully formed statement from a band that already understands exactly what it wants to do. Coming out of...
You’re going to think I’ve lost it, but A Farewell to Kings isn’t as far from technical death metal as it should be. Yeah—I hear it too. It sounds ridiculous. But this isn’t about distortion or speed...
If you go into The Yeti from Well Go USA Entertainment expecting some polished, prestige creature feature… yeah, you’re gonna get blindsided—in a good way. This is a blood-splattered, frostbitten thro...
You fall before you understand that you’re falling. There’s no edge, no warning—just the ground gone and the air rushing past in a long, endless drop. Heat rises from below, but it doesn’t light the w...
Some movies are made. Others are unleashed—like a tiger in a go-go cage hopped up on amphetamines and bad intentions. Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is the latter: a studio picture that feels like it...
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...
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...
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...
