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Like the rise and fall of the sun, leaves that fall from the trees in the autumn and grow back in the spring, Max Cavalera will release new music at least four times a year. Belying his age (fifty-four, although… Continue Reading →
The last thing necessary here is a potted history lesson about the (ahem) Roots of Soulfly and what led to their formation back in 1998. It’s well documented and has been discussed ad-nauseum. Like many bands of their ilk, it’s… Continue Reading →
I gotta say I am shocked that Born of Obsidian is Sheffield stalwarts Kurokuma’s first full-length release. It feels like they have been in the front ranks of the UK underground for aeons. Their 2016 E.P. Advorsus was a slab… Continue Reading →
OK so as I write this I have succumbed to the plague. Covid has caught me in its putrefying clutches and I am quarantined and feeling like poop in a scoop. What is needed? Well, the rulebooks say plenty of fluids, rest and vitamin… Continue Reading →
The name (ne brand) Cavalera carries a certain amount of cachet in my mind, despite spreading himself as thin as the dreadlocks Max finally chopped off last year. With the brothers (Max and Igor senior) being founding members of probably… Continue Reading →
Splits are always fun. What a great way to get tracks by a couple of artists in a small sexy package. My fave splits are those that contain bands that sit together aesthetically but have enough difference that I can tell when the split happens –… Continue Reading →
Straight off the bat I need to acknowledge prejudice. Plague Years are from Detroit the much-maligned city in Michigan that helped birth punk and metal and brought us Motown. I have family in Detroit and go there often. I have… Continue Reading →
Despite having a name that’s a copy editor’s worst nightmare (no, these reviews are not copy edited and all grammatical errors, trite phrases, oft repeated tropes and typos are purely down to the writer here), 16 have been around since… Continue Reading →
Not content with being an original member and driving force behind both bona-fide legendary acts Paradise Lost and newer-but-no-less-impressive Vallenfyre, Gregor Mackintosh returns with his post-Vallenfyre outfit, Strigoi. Accompanying him here is the fellow Vallen-fellow, Chris Casket (currently also of… Continue Reading →
As I turn the corner to the Sheffield Corporation I am met with the imposing vision of the Soulfly tour bus, emblazoned with the unmistakable logo adorned across the front of the trusty steed. Soulfly haven’t brought a tour package… Continue Reading →
It is hard for me to review this album by Lebanese BM bods Ayat objectively. A lot is made online of the threat that these guys live under due to their anti religious , anti conformist stance. As far as… Continue Reading →
“From beneath the underground slums of a Third-World… A Two-headed Brazilian Godzilla was born… Destined to leave permanent sound scars on all… Under a pale grey sky… Hell… Chaos… Pandemonium… The massacre continues and there is no end in sight!”… Continue Reading →