Album Reviews
Review: Body Meπa – Prayer in Dub
Aesthetics, schmaesthetics. Songwriting, schmongwriting. Consonance, schmonsonance. Who needs em, anyway?
Aesthetics, schmaesthetics. Songwriting, schmongwriting. Consonance, schmonsonance. Who needs em, anyway?
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but boats will take me down a river carved out by an eldritch sky rock
They call me the Four Stroke Baron because I hoard engine lubricant, not for my unrelated premature ejaculation issue.
Suffering from a case of haunted keyboards.
Every once in a while, we get an album that’s too weird even for me…
The Mercury Tree are single-handedly counterbalancing all the sellout bands out there by being so defiantly uncommercial.