The mood must be right for certain albums. For example, doom pieces aren’t sitting well with the RMR crew in the midst of spring. That’s the time of year when even the Review Desk’s grouches feel the need to descend from their moldy abode and enjoy some chirpy fresh air in bright sunlight. Outside, of all things. Abject soulsearching may not be a prime occupation right then.

Doomy, heavy, avant-garde, and mostly non-metal fare fits better once summer has left the building. That’s when the cold ‘n’ grey seeps in and the mists take over. One could argue that February, … [...] Click to raid more!