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?
Definitely keep an eye on this one.
We’ll get there when we get there.
Thirty-one years to write, hone skills, and perfect.
The dearth of water, glut of sunlight, paucity of humanity.
Retro-futurist and forward thinking, Colin Marston delivers yet again.
The Br00tal Subway
Put this on the “Sick Songs to Slay Sea Serpents To” playlist.
Sex Sells… but Who’s Buying?
Like a gifted athlete student turning in his arts and literature term paper, Whom Gods Destroy shoot for thought-provoking but miss the net.