The Dormant Darkness sounds like one of those albums a guy makes when he's more obsessed with heavy music than just about anything else. As soon as the record starts, Buried Realm comes out swinging....
Bubba Ho-Tep and I have finally made up. I get it. I finally get why the movie absolutely works and why my punk-ass comments when it was originally released were so naïve. To borrow a line from Gatsby...
Seeking cosmic technical death metal for your earholes? Search no more. Mithras already solved the problem back in 2016 with On Strange Loops — a record that doesn’t just play like a collection of son...
Some movies strive for prestige, some movies chase awards, and some movies look you dead in the eye, hoist a glowing Power Sword toward the heavens, and yell, "By the power of Grayskull!" before launc...
There’s something instantly magnetic about the self-titled debut from Kidd Nostalgia . From the very first beat, the EP locks into a late-night atmosphere that feels equal parts disco glow, rooftop pa...
Christian Dillingham 's As It Relates To Now carries that quiet confidence you find in the finest contemporary jazz albums. Rather than flaunting technical skills just to impress, Dillingham builds th...
Demons don't need to be summoned—they've been here all along. Michael Pickle 's debut feature takes familiar horror ingredients—ghosts, possession, teenage isolation—and throws them together without s...
There’s something beautifully ruined about hearing Draconian again in full funeral bloom. In Somnolent Ruin doesn’t arrive so much as seep through the walls, carrying candle smoke, graveyard...
It’s in the voiceover upon first seeing Hill House ; that’s what always sends me over the edge. “It’s staring at me,” says Eleanor Lance ( Julie Harris ) and, indeed, the house is staring at her. This...
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...
The first thing I noticed about Sight Unseen wasn’t the horror stuff. It was the interior of the cabin, specifically the kitchen area. Weird thing to focus on maybe, but there’s an early scene where o...
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...
Most people remember trucks as noise. Big slow things drifting through the next lane. The kind you pass without thinking about and completely forget ten minutes later. And then there’s Duel ....
Billy Cobham ’s Spectrum hit in 1973 like a blown fuse in the middle of polite jazz fusion. By then, Cobham already had serious credentials: a Panamanian-born drummer raised in Brooklyn, veteran of Ho...
Some albums hit hard. Others hang over you for days like smoke trapped in old cathedral stone. Belialed ’s The Echoless Chasm does the second one. This thing doesn’t just play — it spreads. Slowly. Pa...
