I’ve got a review of the newish Xasthur album up at metropulse. The first paragraph is one of the better things I’ve written for them, in my opinion anyway:

For centuries, scholars believed that metalness was a straight continuum, with bands like Slayer at the top end and performers like, oh, say, Debussy at the bottom. In recent years, though, researchers have discovered that the truth is somewhat different. Beyond St. Vitus, beyond Celtic Frost, out where the black dooms drone, we now know metal curves, and like a wily ourobourous, takes its tail in its teeth only to discover it’s chomping on the smiling visage of Danny Elfman.