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Deep Dive with Kieren (Schkeuditzer Kreuz): Music, Life, Techno, Punk Rock and Everything In Between

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Deep Dive with Kieren (Schkeuditzer Kreuz): Music, Life, Techno, Punk Rock and Everything In Between Kieren is nothing short of a legend—a brilliant human being, creative visionary, and the mastermind behind the electrifying electropunk/industrial synth punk project Schkeuditzer Kreuz. We dove deep into an epic hour-long conversation covering everything SK, plus wild tangents through music, politics, and life itself. This was truly one of those rare, wonderful conversations that flows like lightning through a storm of ideas. Unfortunately, Zoom decided to be a complete pain—while the audio came through crystal clear, the video froze everything except the opening moments, leaving Kieren stuck in digital limbo. So we've converted this gem into a pure audio experience for YouTube. Pour yourself a coffee, crack open a beer, and settle in for the wondrous verbal musings of a genuine creative genius. Sometimes the best conversations happen when you just close your eyes and listen. And ...

The Apocalypse Finally Arrives Down Under My Dying Bride w/ Mikko Kotamäki - Northcote Theatre, Melbourne. Words/Photos by Dan Mc Kay

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The Apocalypse Finally Arrives Down Under My Dying Bride w/ Mikko Kotamäki - Northcote Theatre, Melbourne. Words/Photos by Dan Mc Kay Mammon's Throne The evening began with Melbourne's own Mammon's Throne laying the groundwork for what was to come. The local extreme doom quintet, fresh off their crushing self-titled sophomore effort, proved why they're considered one of Australia's most formidable heavy acts. Their sludgy, death-infused approach set the perfect tone—Matthew Miller's ominous vocals and Amesh Perera's crushing guitar work creating a sonic wasteland that prepared the congregation for the main ritual. My Dying Bride After 35 years of perpetual suffering, the Yorkshire doommongers finally graced Australian shores, and what a bittersweet pilgrimage it was. With the band's tumultuous year behind them—lineup fractures that nearly derailed everything—this felt less like a victory lap and more like a funeral procession for an era. Mikko Kotamäki...

INNUMERABLE FORMS - Pain Effulgence as reviewed by Mark Jenkins. When Death-Doom Gets Dangerously Catchy

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INNUMERABLE FORMS - Pain Effulgence   as reviewed by Mark Jenkins When Death-Doom Gets Dangerously Catchy Holy shit. Boston's Innumerable Forms just dropped a fucking atom bomb on the underground with Pain Effulgence , and it's simultaneously the heaviest and most addictive thing you'll hear this year. This isn't your typical knuckle-dragging death-doom sludgefest—this is something far more sinister. Justin DeTore and his crew of degenerates have weaponized melody in ways that should be illegal. Picture this: you're getting steamrolled by a Finnish death metal bulldozer circa '92, but somehow you're humming along to your own funeral march. It's fucked up in the best possible way. THE RIFFS THAT KILL Chris Ulsh and Jensen Ward's guitar work is straight-up tectonic warfare. "Impulse" opens like a coffin lid slamming shut, while "Blotted Inside" churns with that putrid Demigod nastiness we all secretly crave. But here's the ...

WEREWOLVES: THE PISS-TAKING BOUT WITH AUSTRALIAN DEATH METAL'S MOST UNPLEASANT BASTARDS.

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WEREWOLVES: THE PISS-TAKING BOUT WITH AUSTRALIAN DEATH METAL'S MOST UNPLEASANT BASTARDS An Interview by Mark Jenkins. BAND INTRODUCTION Rising from the fetid underbelly of Melbourne's extreme metal scene like a pustulent boil that refuses to heal, Werewolves have spent the better part of a decade systematically torturing audiences with their brand of deliberately moronic death metal. What began as yet another project in Australia's oversaturated metal landscape has evolved into something far more sinister: a band genuinely committed to making music that hurts. Fronted by the perpetually unhinged Sam, Werewolves are currently six albums deep into their masochistic "ten albums in ten years" mission—a goal that seems less like artistic ambition and more like an elaborate form of self-harm. Their latest offering, "The Ugliest Of All" , promises to be their most deliberately unenjoyable effort yet, which is saying something considering their previous wor...