Henry York

Serpentine Path give new meaning to the word "bruisers." Their very music sounds how bruises might --  evidence of a blotted and sickly impact, growing uglier

These days, it's a good life being a metalhead.

Crusty as all hell, defenders of the extended-play format, and given to deadly bouts of groove, Graves At Sea keep all us sludgy motherfuckers pretty damn happy.

Now here's some filthy and crushing nastiness.

Man, what a load of dross!

I'd heard good things about Lvcifyre but hadn't heard a lick of their music up till now, which is always an interesting experience for a reviewer.

Greetings all, various and sundry!

A friend of mine had a dad who used to make himself "cowboy coffee," which basically amounted to a pour-over cup of joe, with the remaining grounds subsequently thrown into the bottom of

Two days after the fact, and my ears are still ringing from the aural beatdown they received at the latest Exhumed show here in the Bay Area.

Red Fang have reached an unprecedented level of cachet in their relatively short existence.