Review: The Dear Hunter – Sunya
Maybe the real Indigo Child was the friends we made along the way.
Maybe the real Indigo Child was the friends we made along the way.
And here I thought it was a deadly laser.
Fueling my Peter Pan Syndrome?
Come for the blast beats, stay for the existential crisis
Perhaps my favorite piece of short media since Valley of the Frankensteins.
The speedsters deliver the best thrash album of the year.
All the best music is blackened… and deathened… and progressived.
I promise I will Nott make too many puns.
Hey baby I hear the sludge a-callin’, tossed ballads and musical Easter eggs, and well if I seem a bit critical well, baby, I’ve got Witch Ripper pegged! (They’re proggin’ again)
A 50/50 blend of Rush and Motorhead that isn’t as exciting as that sounds.