Review: Einar Solberg – Vox Occulta
Welcome to the flock.
Welcome to the flock.
A tried-and-true concept about interstellar visitors that stumbles some but nails the landing.
Hon hon hon.
Eeeeenteeeeerrrr. Poooorrrtaaaal.
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.
Will radiance outshine the void, or will it be sucked into the black hole?
Approximately 5,000 woes are enough to form a legion.
Oh, to cower before a flaming orange orb…