The umbrella under which we collect that which cannot be grasped by reason begins to overtake the senses […]
thrash metal
Breaching a new dimension in their quest to access untold sanctuary our protagonists dare far beyond the cave […]
New logo, ancient echoing sounds, and with little more than metal mayhem and Hell’s bidding on their minds […]
Distempered by the high-competitive low success reality of the overcrowded, unaffordable and disease-drenched environment surrounding today’s average human […]
Black clouds hang over Valparaíso dark and pouring enough to obscure a cyborg-intellectual menace searing through the atmosphere […]
Swollen with a long-considered hourlong opus of a sixth full-length album and now bloating in preparation for release […]
Carved in relief behind a wall of insidious plastic totem the desperate unrequited notion of being finally claws […]
A well-worth viaticum no longer clutched against their chest and a harbor of bones and begging souls lined-up […]
Faced with a corrupted, mutilated womb programmed to ceaselessly birth malformed mindless adversaries through biomechanical slurry and bolts […]
With the crown crammed up the yolk-spewing gape of the serpent and all temples burning in the distance […]
With ancient dreams in mind and a classic death metal itch nipping at their sense of purpose since […]
From the gallows to the thresher and well beyond their transcendence into new robotic sentience, the last forty […]
Greasier, mangier, and snarling a bit louder this second full-length album Portland, Oregon-based heavy/thrash metal trio Soul Grinder […]
With their pods bursting open unto slime-ridden pools amidst the sound of reeking afterbirth sloshing underfoot the brand […]
Damned to a barbaric, cannibalistic future with no end to the gauntlet in sight the will to survive […]
A horrifying scream from the next to be devoured follows an air-rippling roar from the gaping mouth of […]
Non compos mentis — With all signals scrambled and without any escape plan in mind the aching dementia […]
Wine without drunkenness, sacrifice without the screaming, and leathery wings outstretched without a feather in sight the dementia […]
The way they’d tell it Unpure are cursed to misadventure, label follies and terminal patience unto no great […]
The bell rings and a low knock is heard… — What many spend years channeling, waking into as […]
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