Review: Isle of the Cross – Faustus: The Musical
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, this album’s waxen wings did mount above its reach.
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, this album’s waxen wings did mount above its reach.
Careful! Don’t touch my mesozoic conifer fossil collection!
Like a gifted athlete student turning in his arts and literature term paper, Whom Gods Destroy shoot for thought-provoking but miss the net.
Is Lou Kelly as divisive as The World Is Quiet Here on the Subway?
Step back with me into the distant past of 2009 so that we can… see the future? Prophetic visions are weird like that.
Who needs a dedicated keyboard player when you can just play guitar and keyboard simultaneously?
Full-bodied black metal with a smoky bouquet redolent of burning churches and pagan sacrifice
Dawn of Ouroboros fumbles the bag on their sophomore outing
It’s nice to know Lunar know how to adapt along with the prog metal scene just as much as we have.
A refreshing entry into the somewhat stale instrudjental genre