Review: Voidchaser – Interstellar I
In space, no one can hear your synths.
In space, no one can hear your synths.
Fear it, run from it, the Kazoo arrives all the same.
Whaddaya mean I don’t believe in thrash gods?
I talk to Dave Mustaine every day.
Silence begets a new er(r)a.
Marlugubre and I go way back.
Approximately 5,000 woes are enough to form a legion.
Oh, to cower before a flaming orange orb…
The last “capital p” Prog metal record.
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.