
Converge Retake Their Ground on New Record
If Love Is Not Enough announces anything, it’s a return to the stark architecture and the blunt-force grammar Converge helped codify.

If Love Is Not Enough announces anything, it’s a return to the stark architecture and the blunt-force grammar Converge helped codify.

For all of AVTT/PTTN‘s shadows and splinters, it features some of the most heart-on-sleeve tunes that the Avett Brothers and Mike Patton have made.

On the passing of Ozzy Osbourne, we trace the feedback loop of a life lived loud and a legacy equal parts chaos, catharsis, and strange, enduring grace.

Deadguy’s new LP sounds like a demolition derby locked inside a meat locker, and someone wired the walls. The record feels brilliantly averse to compromise.

Swans’ Birthing isn’t so much music as a reaction against music—a disavowal of melody, pleasure, and your nervous system’s comfort threshold.
Fight Club conveyed Gen X men’s frustration, leading to paramilitary militia groups and Promise Keepers. It lends itself to reinterpretation to this day.
Mastodon’s Leviathan is a concept LP inspired by American novelist Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. Think of it as sludge metal’s answer to Dark Side of the Moon.
To encounter Scott H. Biram live-and-in-person, you’d figure Motörhead’s Lemmy Kilmister had kin in Caldwell County, a distant cousin steeped in Willie Dixon and Lightnin Hopkins.
Fantômas stand as one of the most audacious music projects of the 1990s. You almost wonder if the quasi-mainstreamish Faith No More held Mike Patton back.
Once Houdini dropped, all the agonizing over whether Melvins would debase themselves and compromise their sound petered out before we were halfway into “Hooch”.
After Tool whapped us upside the head with Undertow, you knew you’d never listen to that hairband boom-bap with a straight face ever again.
This reissue of a groundbreaking, out-of-print album, Botch’s We Are the Romans holds the emotions of its time, the musical incarnation of millennial anxiety.