Both eerily similar and eerily different.
All in Album Reviews
Alice in Chains’ iconic debut was an eclectic mix. It had some of their best and most forgettable songs.
LuLu is irremediably bad, but what the fuck were they trying to do with it?
This album feels like a flamethrower to the face, but in the best possible way.
Vince Staples is leaner and meaner than ever on FM! and the peasants rejoice.
I would’ve loved to love this album, but I don’t believe Death Magnetic even loves itself.
Behemoth’s new album is the logical continuation of The Satanist, but it’s a welcome addition to their discography nonetheless.
Anaal Nathrakh don’t only peer in our uncertain future, they also peer into their own.
The Take me to Church guy is back and he wants you to know he’s not the Take me to Church guy anymore.
A too little, too late getting-to-know review of Mac Miller’s Swimming.
This album is a triumph of creativity, clever production and, well… pure evil, I suppose.
Stoner/doom giants Sleep have awaken (pun intended) and are still awesome.
The singles on this album are great for what they are. But everything else about it sucks.
I had rose-colored memories of this album. While there are some of my favorite Metallica songs on it, it’s just not that good.
