One dead heart, raw evil eyes, and mitten hands, blind Johnny 2 hearts comes to the darkside. Jesus no brand a wandering primal musician...

Godward or hellhound its full for the diggers of the deep run-on riff artistry and sentences. House of blasphemy...

Deviant psychedeli-sludge neo-then neo-now noise things during a surreal mid-life crisis. At the guillotine-yank songbooks about...

Semi-dissonant black metal and that Southern Lord house drone 'n' roll. Old rebels emotionally dead finally, the pineal gland pummeled...

....third eye "Searching With My Good Eye Closed." Asceticism – Semi-minimalist unitive knowledge scraped down to nothing-scrap and...

The drone cometh and the drone stayeth shootin’ trips at Mars’ pyramids. The drone is consistent, the makings of quality in space and...

Dandy (just another word, reality check) almost novelty genre pretty pretty Peggie Sue she’s big towns always 4th down. The top 4, love,...

Jumping through genres and avoiding cliches - Tales of Murder and Dust It all started with John Cale’s The Velvet Underground and Nico...

Al Cisneros and OM in Minneapolis. Pray for lightning, thunder-don’t-work atmospheric aura lighting was one color focus-blue throughout....

Everything that lives live life has sound, plaque sounds The Plague, Camus worship, the pentagram blues. All things equal therefore...

I am responsible for everything the lords of Gods surrender to the medicine. Stay home sick moods bad-tooth-noise-punk-spontaneous...

Noise-metal genesis blasting beats mainstream kills aesthetic one two three chest thumping abstract waves and lightning bolts of feathers...

“Yes Siddhartha,” he said. “Huge Sharon Tate riffs rich heighten essential sonics. Is this what you mean: that the river is in all places...

Roland Barthes's famous slip-you-the-stuff other planetary-natured-layers dynamic essay "The Death of the Author" (1967 generation of the...

1. Turn on/off the present/past like animals and speak the truth - I can't remember my number because you taught me how to smoke it all....

1. The riff dropping monolithic drones and chrome filled dreams so engrained that things are invisible. 2. The riff of repetition...

A book for all and none. Alt indie early 90s sloppy-numbers industrial silver and smoke squeezed-out punk exhaust squealing-slicks...

A story of the machete slits Frankenstein ruiner…or…Where will we end up in life, condemned? Or at ‘the widow is not dead’ conferences?...

Art is dumb. Creative people made of leaves die every day to live their next days, they chance it and repeat the next hours to find that...