Gross in a good way

A review of Incantation’s new album, Profane Nexus

On their tenth outing, the death metal veterans continue down a path of guttural vocals, ever-shifting tempos and riffs so sludgy they’re practically filth.

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Feels over reals

The gut-puncher theory of music

People are often surprised to learn that I love death metal. They shouldn’t be: when my average commute to work is 40 minutes, it’s 100 degrees at 8AM and I just got done listening to the Frozen soundtrack because I had to take my daughter to school (and that’s what she wanted to listen to), some face-melting metal is good for the soul.

It’s also good music. You feel it, deep down in your plums, in your clenched fists or your eyes, when you inexplicably get specks of dust lodged in both of them and no, damn it, I am not crying. Continue reading