Once in a while you’ll come across an album containing nothing but nightmare inciting tracks guaranteed to make any grown man shit his own pants. Whether you prefer bleeding from your eyes, busting faces with hammers, or jeopardizing the safety of children, The Acacia Strain’s The Dead Walk is what’s missing in your pathetic life.

The name really says it all. Nothing else compares to the destroy your face breakdowns and the inner dark lyrical style this ultra intense, whoop your ass while eating small children band provides. We were fortunate enough to obtain All Shall Parish’s latest dose of fuck you up entitled, “The Price of Existence.” If you’ve

As I sit at my desk after lunch and jam out to Job for a Cowboys “Entombment of a Machine” and read some of these fagbags comments on the internets argueing over, “Metal, hardcore, Metalcore, blah blah” so the F*%K what??? Stop being sterotype panzies that have to only listen to ONE genre and

The album is Eryx, the command: GET THIS ISH NOW!@. I was calmly doing yard work about a hour ago helping out gramps with some weed eating when I made the mistake of plugging in the ipodz and crankin some death metal. After track 2 on the Eryx album, “Until the Wretched Whimper”, I had

OMG!@ It’s 8:58 A.M, I’m on my second cup of strait black, and I almost just ripped my phucken phone out of the wall and SMASHED that ish right in my 24″ listening to “To be the man that has to beat the man”. Argghhhhhh!. These guy’s bring the death no doubt about it. Burning

It’s Saturday mourning around 7:00 A.M and I just got home from a night filled with caffiene, addies :), tcp/ip, and lots of death metal. As I sit here and listen to the Arcane Order I have fully accepted the fact Im NOT going to sleep! The album is “In the Wake of Collisions”,