A chaotic rant about reels, writing, and refusing to brand myself like a protein bar. Featuring algorithm rage, supernatural boyfriends, and the slow, glorious death of my follower count.
A gloriously petty, unplanned dive into Russian deathcore. No insights, no regrets (well, maybe a few). Just one night of blast beats, beer, and questionable decisions.
A synth-soaked black metal carnival of xylophones, haunted landlines, and pure gremlin chaos. A New Generation of Vampiric Conspiracies is unhinged — and I love it.
Venom kicked the door in. Bathory set it on fire and snarled something unholy into the smoke. This isn’t just a history lesson—it’s the moment black metal stopped pretending and started whispering. Lo-fi filth, demon vocals, punk bones. Quorthon didn’t follow—he built the altar. And I’m standing at the edge, listening.
A deep dive into the loincloth-clad mythos of Manowar — self-proclaimed kings of metal, defenders of True Metal, and deliverers of some truly questionable lyrics.
Metallica are overhyped, Hetfield hunts bears, and Lars is Lars. But their debut album Kill ’Em All? Ugh. It’s annoyingly good. Fast, filthy, and just thrashy enough to earn a place on my shelf.