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Review: Koltum – Funeral of Flesh
There’s nothing like a healthy dose of hate, and Koltum give that hate tenfold with Funeral of Flesh. … read more
Review: Jimmy Eat World – Damage
Even softer than the already soft Invented, Damage continues the downward spiral into maturity and monotony. … read more
Review: Japanther – Eat Like Lisa Act Like Bart
Japanther are one of those long-running Brooklyn duos who are typically heralded by music snobs for their heavyhandedness in lo-fi synth ostinatos and inability to stay rooted in one particular stylistic element for a whole album’s length. … read more
Review: Immolation – Kingdom of Conspiracy
New York’s consistently underrated Immolation don’t let up on the uneasy and unrelenting death metal with their ninth studio album, Kingdom of Conspiracy. … read more
Review: Honeyslide – Drippin/Deep Architecture
This double A-side bucks most retro-brain nu-gaze trends by not trying too hard to ape MBV, and just sort of arrives there nonchalantly. … read more
Review: Gris – À l’Âme Enflammée, l’Äme Constellée…
Depressive suicidal black metal is hardly a genre one would associate with innovation and variety, yet Gris continue to defy expectations on À l’Âme Enflammée, l’Äme Constellée… … read more
Review: The Fall – Re-Mit
If there’s a curmudgeonly rotten bastard shouting at everybody to get off his lawn, Mark E. Smith is next door, shouting at him to just quiet down already—because he’s doing it wrong. … read more
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Review: Dog Party – Lost Control
I wish I was as cool as these girls when I was a teenager. … read more
Review: The Builders and the Butchers – Western Medicine
The Builders and the Butchers channel a dustbowl-era feeling in this itinerant carousal of the post-apocalyptic West. … read more
Review: Andy Kaufman – Andy and His Grandmother
If this half-hour-long collection of random conversations that Dada song-and-dance comic Andy Kaufman recorded between ’77 and ’79 is the best anyone could do to drum up renewed interest in whether he faked his own death, then I guess no one really cares anymore. … read more