Altar Shadows - Specledy Falcons
Who was the sound engineer behind this album, Lou Ferrigno?!? Good fucking Christ, the album is filled with static. I may be out of touch with nature, but does static represent being out in the wilderness under a canopy of stars? Is Mr. A Shadows attempting to make a transistor radio out of two coconuts?!?! I never seen such a thing on Lost, Survivor, or Gilligan's Island, so I'm clueless to why you would go for such a sound. Very little metal elements to be found in this glorified sound track to "Poltergeist". The acoustic elements are about as timid as MajestikMoose's tongue while splitting the sea of sashimi that layeth in between Suspiria's chapped athletic pubalgia.
Hel- Falland Vorandi
1 hour, 20 tracks, of the most inconsistent, Black, Folk, Pagan, whatever you want to call it (I call it shit) which I have had the displeasure of audiogenically imbibing in. Just when you think the music has come a part at the seams, a bright shiny moment is to be heard off in the distance.
Hark, who goes thar?! Could that be a decent riff I hear in the expanse?!?!
Before you can even hear your own echo replying with the answer of, "Yes, this is a pretty kick ass moment", the music shifts directions to quell all signs of positivity.
To the tradelist these albums go.
Who was the sound engineer behind this album, Lou Ferrigno?!? Good fucking Christ, the album is filled with static. I may be out of touch with nature, but does static represent being out in the wilderness under a canopy of stars? Is Mr. A Shadows attempting to make a transistor radio out of two coconuts?!?! I never seen such a thing on Lost, Survivor, or Gilligan's Island, so I'm clueless to why you would go for such a sound. Very little metal elements to be found in this glorified sound track to "Poltergeist". The acoustic elements are about as timid as MajestikMoose's tongue while splitting the sea of sashimi that layeth in between Suspiria's chapped athletic pubalgia.
Hel- Falland Vorandi
1 hour, 20 tracks, of the most inconsistent, Black, Folk, Pagan, whatever you want to call it (I call it shit) which I have had the displeasure of audiogenically imbibing in. Just when you think the music has come a part at the seams, a bright shiny moment is to be heard off in the distance.
Hark, who goes thar?! Could that be a decent riff I hear in the expanse?!?!
Before you can even hear your own echo replying with the answer of, "Yes, this is a pretty kick ass moment", the music shifts directions to quell all signs of positivity.
To the tradelist these albums go.