Experimental rock duo Mamaleek‘s eighth full-length album literally screams as if mortally wounded during its prettiest, most lushly […]
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For years (eight albums now) I’ve seen folks flap their flippers at this band and suggest some variation […]
An oil lamp presented as a mock molotov-ready vessel for night-lit souls, moody and dark thinkin’ folks feeling […]
No agenda, no pretense, no gimmick yet never exactly presenting face value. — Bremen-borne and Hamburg actualized German […]
Insidious tumult in the unsteadying tributaries of arcane precedence. — The way I see the continuum of the […]
“Due to some recent trauma associated with taking drugs and doing breathing exercises in a hot yoga room, […]
“The real purpose of surrealism was not to create a new literary, artistic, or even philosophical movement, but […]
“Yet a legend of great distances is written on them—a kind of atomic desolation. Each is a human […]
Crucifixion would at least incite a sympathetic response from a certain percentage of the crowd, perhaps even driving […]
“I experience everything but I do not own anything” — In examination of modern ‘personality on display’, social […]
The ones who hit back harder, their frontier justice system and the eyeless, artless and phobic lives they […]
No reconciliation between ‘Gods’ and men — Billy clubs indiscriminately swung upon stumbling seniors, landing upon their bloodied […]
Pushing far, far beyond Cartesian arguments towards the yet to be fully appreciated sense of Searle‘s biological naturalism […]
Clobbered from all but the most interesting angles, shocked away from any remnant of an ‘old self’, and […]
The anguished, guilt-wracked absurdist who’d insist existence is chaotic, purposeless morass digs his teeth into flesh — The […]
What does an album cover say about an unconventional independent rock band in 2020? A pile of nails, […]
A PILE OF BODIES part three of a year-long feature in the form of a list devoted to […]
Not only is it all slipping away but, you are partially to blame, and you can’t do anything […]
From the moment you’ve grasped it ‘Lizard Lounge’ begins to spit, shake, squeal, balloon up, and spray blood […]
A bombardment of safety-crackin’, torch spraying, hairspray in the eyes and whip smart noise-punk howling by way of […]
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