Review: Moon Tooth – Bastard
Don’t worry, Moon Tooth won’t bite… for long.
Don’t worry, Moon Tooth won’t bite… for long.
Even after the end of the world, there’s still hope for prog metal bingo.
Come bask in this blackened French atmosphere.
Ol’ Neal heard God say “go forth and multiply” and took it to mean “write as many albums as you can in my name.”
If better never comes, this will have been good enough.
Free drinks for everyone? At the end of the world, it’s the least you could do.
If only someone had written a theory about the low end.
Are we the wormwood?
Open up this fucking pit, HAL! .. What do you mean you can’t do that?
Putting the brutal in brutal death metal