You have records that follow you around like some sort of a ghost. They lurk in the background, hide in the corners of your auditory senses. With a sound that is kinda good, but not really good.
Sturdy metal that should warrant your attention, but then again doesn’t really captivate. Because the vile mainstream raises its ugly head each time you pick up the record, out of a morass of same, same but different. Stuff we somehow heard before in a misty broth of elements loosely strung together with guitar strings. This so happened with Henry Metal and his 2107 … [...] Click to raid more!