Gather around all ye gentle hippies, earth lovers, and children of the Woodstock generation for the doctor is in. So.. pick a spot around the ol’ campfire and allow this ol’ long bearded street philosopher slip you a tab of …
I press the ‘play’ the button and immediately a hypnotic Silent Hill-esque dissonant drone starts to kick in through the I-pod phones. Burrowing its shrill, writhing radio frequency signal deep, deep down within the corroded recesses of my core, what was supposed …
If you seriously believe that black metal died with the sudden rise of this –meets-David Copperfield-live-from-Vegas shit we’ve been subjected to lately, well.. don’t go tradin’ in your DNA stained vinyls to that older grungy dude still livin’ with Mom …
