Review: Novembers Doom – Major Arcana
Major Arsekicka.
Major Arsekicka.
Like drinking from a musical firehose!
TOOH much, not enough.
A long-awaited follow-up. Wait, how did this band find out that I’m into redheads?!
This is some good prog death.
The Merchant’s tenth opus is here.
Beam me up, cod.
In space, no one can hear you skree
The Pennsylvanians redefine themselves, for better or worse.
To wrangle the beast of subjectivity until it no longer struggles; or, a review of the new Sold Soul.