Well, fuck me. These kids are pretty angry! Hardcore prog-punk’s been a fairly trendy genre since the rock world wised up to the genius of The Dillinger Escape Plan, and few bands following in Dillinger’s wake have made a serious, crystal-clear-obvious effort to escape their heroes’ back-flipping, ceiling-walking, onstage-shit-flinging shadow. But on Tell-Tale Hearts Now, Voyager do precisely that. Read more…
Fiction
His back stiff against the steel monolith, Frank struggled in vain to escape the wrist and ankle clamps that kept him in place. His head throbbed. The featureless white walls of his cubic cell met his gaze and stared back blankly. He had awoken here, helpless and physically unharmed bar the chafing of the unforgiving clamps against his bulky forearms and calves. His last memory was of the comforting glow of his computer screen as he slid on his prized studio headphones and pressed play. Now he racked his mind in a plainly hopeless attempt to come to terms with his predicament. Read more…
Raw. Relentless. Brutally bludgeoning. Sound like your kind of thing? Then read on… Read more…
Never before has an album cover so succinctly summed up its contents. I mean, just look at it:
I don’t think words can do this album justice as well as that picture does. But I’ll give it a shot anyway… Read more…