A few weeks ago, I suffered through a shiny mainstream object that everybody was salivating about. And in that process, I started to yearn for some trve underground sound. Rough-hewn rock and metal that scratches down my back like Freddy’s terrible claw. Blood drawn from riffs on steroids and burnt by lava-hot rock ‘n’ roll. That kind of thing. And I think we just found one of those.
At first, the visage on Evil Remains‘ cover art stopped us in our tracks. Angst, desperation, and a strange unholy hunger limited our visual range. Fight or flight became the question … [...] Click to raid more!
