Unless you’re already a fan of Swedish prog-rock outfit Anima Morte then you probably wouldn’t be familiar with the name Fredrik Klingwall. But that’s what I’m here for, to school you.

From the very first track on The Resilience you can already tell what you’re in for, a very lush, romantic score to the gothic horror film in your mind. And for the most part it doesn’t disappoint. It takes the listener down a pretty well beaten track. Don’t mistake me, it’s still that dubious looking path through the dark and scary wood, but it’s a cloudless night and there’s a full moon to light your way. A lot of the time you feel like you know where he’s headed, which is not a bad thing. There are a few surprises along the way where the composer zigs when you think he’s going to zag and this is where the only miscues enter the picture. Occasionally he’ll go off on a strange musical tangent (which possibly owes to his prog-rock roots) which stalls the forward momentum of the song.

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Just when things were beginning to get stale with the horrorpunk genre along came the 80’s glam-inspired stylings of The Newlydeads, Wednesday 13, The Peppermint Creeps, Seraphim Shock, and Ironhead among others. And now as we reach the terminus of all the genre has to offer comes Spyder Baby. Fashionably late, but late all the same.

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Hello Destroy The Brain visitors!  I’m proud to introduce DTB’s first literal contributor to the site.  Matt will be giving you Album Reviews by horror-esque and horror related bands!  For now, enjoy his review on Seattle’s 1st Crypticon.

Seattle hosted its inaugural horror convention here over Memorial Day weekend. And if you found out about it like I did, you found out about this shindig about three weeks before it happened. It seemed to have kind of a rushed feel. This was made plain when I arrived nearly an hour late on Friday and there were hardly more than six people in line to register. So as a consequence I did not know about it long enough in advance to secure press credentials. Truth be known, I was prepared to pay out of my own pocket since it was rare that something like this would happen in my town. So since I was willing to pay anyway I figured I may as well go in style and spring for the VIP package on the strength of Barbara Crampton and the Crazy Babysitter Twins (you’ll find I’m a total fanboy geek for all things Grindhouse). But the week-of all three of them dropped off the bill, as con guests are wont to do. It’s just a fact of life you learn to get used to. It was just my bad fortune that it happened literally days before and they were the whole reason I purchased the VIP ticket. But I digress.

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