Drugs were secretly good for you all this time.
All in Essays
The popularity of Taylor Swift, stratospheric, omnipresent, and somehow still expanding, rests on a principle she no longer seems to understand or care about: what she doesn’t say matters infinitely more than what she does.
Books that are full of absences, cracks, ellipses and in those gaps, your own imagination ties all the loose ends between fiction and your life. A looking glass for adults.
The slowest, heaviest, saddest music you’ll ever willingly cry to.
From jazzed-out cyborgs to dissonant chaos gods and everything that goes BLOOIING in between.
Ozzy Osbourne he was our unholy grandfather, reminding us that weirdness was a virtue, not a flaw.
Marilyn Manson is dead. Now it’s just Brian Warner dressing up as your goth older brother who’s never gotten over Bauhaus.
For those who want their metal slow, loud, emotionally ruinous and occasionally French.
This isn’t folk metal in a horned hat, it’s blackened gospel from the fjords.
Folk metal kind of happened and that was kind of it and perfect right from the start.
It was never really a thing to properly speak of, but it was definitely a thing.
Melodic death metal was both counterintuitive and inevitable.
