Review: Profane Burial – Desolate Echoes of Turmoil
In my mind I’m bathing in the crisp Norwegian fjords right now.
In my mind I’m bathing in the crisp Norwegian fjords right now.
Can’t spell “experimentation” without “peri(l).”
The best surprise so far this year!
Does the missing apostrophe in Fates Warning bother anyone else?
Papangu: masked, dressed, and ready for the carnival.
Joy is dead. Long live joy.
I’ve had plenty of darkness already today, thank you very much.
The Prog Subway has been around a long time, and Novareign are the proof.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.
Ever wonder what Mastodon would sound like with Jerry Cantrell?