Review: Decline of the I – Wilhelm
The perfect Valentine’s Day gift ♥️
The perfect Valentine’s Day gift ♥️
Get high on tumbleweed 24/7
Like the titular mobula (manta ray), this album is graceful and otherworldly.
Me, you, and an ancient shamanic tribe in northeastern India… do we have a date?
Even though we were still using flip phones the last time we heard from [Everon], Shells has lost none of the band’s old lustre.
O! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven;
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
The improv jazz/metal gods are back!
A fine alternative to a 20-milligram dose of Benadryl.
This album will undoubtedly stab you in face, as the art implies.
Apologies for HARPing on and on about this one.