LP Review: "Pestilent Death" by Vomitor

Pestilent Death

The world is topsy turvy right now.

Think about yourself, the people you know, and your habits. Consider me, your friend and humble narrator. I'm equal parts a Luddite and Techie.

Right now, as I'm typing this review and listening to this album for the first time, I'm thinking...should I get this one vinyl?

How would this sound if I were listening to it on sound reproduction technology that's four generations old?

It's kind of nuts how King Ludd and Steve Jobs can live inside of me at the same time, relatively in peace.

However, there'll be no time when you'll see me as one of King Ludd's wives breaking framing machines. Thanks be to Stuff You Missed In History Class.

LP Review: "Grotesque Offerings" by Druid Lord

Grotesque Offerings

My favorite thing about metal is how absolutely different one band can be from the next.

The various metal subgenres definitely get their fair, and unfair, share of sand kicked in their faces.

But picture Grunge...Stone Temple Pilots and Soundgarden weren't really all that different from each other.

(Come at me, Grungebunnies.)

When metal is considered (Fight me, Kim Thayil!), the lines that delineate what is and is not metal are far more blurred. Is Deep Purple metal?

Zeppelin? Sabbath? What about Kiss?

Then when you get into what individual metal fans like. There are folks I know that are as metal as the day is long on the Summer Solstice, but wouldn't ever consider listening to Carcass, Mayhem, or Fisthammer.

Album Review: "Manifestation of Inner Darkness" by Coffin Lust

Manifestation of Inner Darkness

There was a tragedy recently.

Well certainly there was. There are tragedies everyday in every corner of the world and many times they are broadcast live on TV, radio, Facebook, Twitter, Periscope, and anything else in this world that can be monetized.

Well, after reading what was going on, it felt like someone sucked the life out of me. How could I even finish out what I was obligated to do that day after this.

As I sat in Cunningham's Corner thinking up a question for John Mozaliak and Bill DeWitt III, my psyche was sinking into despair. Though my question was asked and it was a non-baseball question. DeWitt's answer was spectacular btw.

My tears burned in my ducts. My stomach swam. The smiling, awestruck face I wore simply belied the sadness that was striving to overwhelm me. It was simply not time to mourn.

Album Review: "Cult of the Empty Grave" by Barbarian

Cult of the Empty Grave

This past week in my house it's been a little rough.

Both my wife and daughter have been sick and stayed home from work. I had to suffer through a Tori Amos LP. The cats are not behaving at all and by "the cats," I mean a certain polydactl mudblood kitty that is neither mine nor my daughter's cat.

Our cats behave like champs.

Even when things aren't going swimmingly in my personal universe, it always feels like a breath of fresh air to cross the threshold into our 115 plus year old house.

That's because it's my home. Be it playing video games in the living room, listening to hockey games on the sunporch, cooking in my kitchen, or listening to records in our sitting room, I feel like I have always been there, even if it's only been eight of the 40 years I've been walking this earth.