Review: Serpents of Pakhangba – Air and Fire
Me, you, and an ancient shamanic tribe in northeastern India… do we have a date?
Me, you, and an ancient shamanic tribe in northeastern India… do we have a date?
Even though we were still using flip phones the last time we heard from [Everon], Shells has lost none of the band’s old lustre.
O! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven;
Keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
The improv jazz/metal gods are back!
A fine alternative to a 20-milligram dose of Benadryl.
This album will undoubtedly stab you in face, as the art implies.
Apologies for HARPing on and on about this one.
An homage to postmodernist composers and a rejection of conventionality, this is prog metal pushed to its limits.
The Ukrainians deliver some groove metal goodness,
O, how the Obscure have fallen.