Has it really only been a month and a half since I last posted one of these? That’s got to be a new record. Whatever the case, we’ve got a lot of crucial slamz and mandatory brutality to cover this time around, from the nearby Bay Area all the way to the Land Down Under, so without further ado, let’s dig in…
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As Isolation Grind continues to evolve and grow, I’m hoping to do more “round-up” style pieces such as the one you’re about to read. The reasons for this are many, but the main ones are as follows:
1. I hope to be able to cover more ground. Let’s face it, a metric fuck-ton of metal albums get released each year, and my lazy ass covers only a small handful of them, meaning that year after year there are tons of albums I’d like to cover that slip through the cracks. Round-up style pieces seem like a pretty good option for spreading the love and giving more worthy albums some digital ink.
2. The more I listen to metal and write this blog, the more I’m starting to realize that not every album needs a five hundred word review. It’s entirely possible that I’m running out of shit to say about metal, but I honestly think a lengthy, in-depth review is a bit of a time-waster when you can just go listen to the damn album yourselves with a few mouse clicks and form your own opinion.
3. I discover and re-discover old shit just as often as I listen to new shit. I often want to write about the older music I’m listening to, but not every used CD score or re-discovery of an old album is worthy of a Top 100 Albums post. I’m hoping that this will give me the opportunity to talk about older albums, be they universally recognized classics or hidden gems on a regular basis.
Well friends, it’s time once again to wallow in the gore-soaked cesspool of brutal/tech/slam death metal. A few THKD readers seemed to really dig part one of this series, so I thought I’d crank out a follow-up ASAP, since I’ve been enjoying the hell out of getting my gutturals on with all these crazy-ass bands. Fortunately, it appears that there’s no shortage of this stuff to trawl through, so as Ric Flair says: “Whether ya like it or not, learn to love it…”
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