Review: Everon – Shells
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.
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.
First AOTM post of the year! Has 2025 got the juice? There’s only one way to find out…
O! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven;
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
A fine alternative to a 20-milligram dose of Benadryl.
This album will undoubtedly stab you in face, as the art implies.
Balling out with a full orchestra, the Italian horror black/heavy project returns for its final album.
An homage to postmodernist composers and a rejection of conventionality, this is prog metal pushed to its limits.