Written by: Izzy

Well I suppose it’s time to christen my very first goregrind review, one of the most inhumanely brutal genres out there, so much so even some metalheads fear it! Think you look brutal in your Dying Fetus T-shirt little guy? Wait until you see my Active Stenosis and Sulfuric Cautery cassettes! (Disclaimer: I don’t own either of these bands music on cassette (yet)! So, what a better band to kick it off than the Netherlands' very own Last Days of Humanity!

...Oh wait a moment, I seem to be reading from the wrong script. Today we’re ACTUALLY reviewing one-man Arizonian goregrind act FIRST Days of Humanity. Bad jokes aside, do not let the parodied name put you off from this album. Even if you are familiar with LDOH 

and know they aren’t your cup of tea, FDOH are a completely different monster and have carved a place for their own bestial niche amongst the cavernous cave walls of goregrind and gorenoise.

You may have already noticed this isn’t a regular review, well that is because FDOH have yet to put out an LP, and if or when they do, frankly I doubt it’ll be much longer than a standard EP anyways. This band’s projects thusfar have been especially short, more comparable to the average demo length than anything. I mean, their entire discography of 4 EPs and 2 splits is only about 40 minutes. So instead, since I’ve been dying to put out a full-sized review on these guys, we’re looking at the two EPs they’ve released thusly this 2020, Pixel Death and Atrocities.

Ghat, I implore, hasn't already been said about this utterly Godlike album? If you're still unaware as to the depths of insanity one inevitably plumbs in the course of understanding Remmirath and their epic Shambhala Vril Saucers, I highly recommend you read the previous accounts littered in the annals by our brave scribes.

Now then. Do you feel the comforting embrace of clarity? No? Apologies. Such is the scope and impact of Remmirath. Shambhala Vril Saucers is an odd album, to say the absolute least, and in many ways it feels genuinely uncategorizable. It defies genre convention with the kind of smug confidence that indicates a complete disinterest in following the rules, whatever they may be. For this alone, it's a very special album.

Our shadowy cabal of scribes has happened upon one of the most wondrous and/or perplexing albums in existence. The following reviews, released over the course of several days, is our humble attempt to decipher that which lays before us. Prepare thyself. - Ed. ​

Written by: Ancient Hand

Life is full of unexpected and unexplainable things. With coincidences, strange events, moving art, and more, this small rock we spend our existence on causes us to cross paths with things that make us scratch our heads on plenty of occasions. In the 2+ decades I’ve been breathing air, I have found many unexpected and unexplainable things thrown my way.

One of the most perplexing things I have ever come into contact with first crossed my path in the summer of 2017. I was living alone—just me and my cat at the time—and I had plenty of time to review music. If you look back at this page, you’ll see I opted to review Sunbather by Deafheaven, Minas Morgul by Summoning, Long Live by The Chariot, and more during this time. However, nowhere in those reviews do I make any mention of Shambhala Vril Saucers by Remmirath, which I first discovered during this time.

Our shadowy cabal of scribes has happened upon one of the most wondrous and/or perplexing albums in existence. The following reviews, released over the course of several days, is our humble attempt to decipher that which lays before us. Prepare thyself. - Ed. ​

Written by: ​Lichtmensch

After a long SVR hiatus, yours truly, the Soliloquist, has awakened and unearthed an album that had been buried and forgotten in the deepest depths of the musical underground for far too long. The album in question is Shambhala Vril Saucers by Remmirath.

I decided to approach this idiosyncratic piece of music from the absolute surface level. The first impression one gets is the painting that emblazons the album cover. I want to draw your attention to the figure it exhibits. Look at his face. His pose. He is thinking. Meditating. Contemplating the big questions of life. In fact, I think it is safe to say that this is the face, the pose, the demeanor of a man who is thinking about the question itself.