(Our Vietnam-resident writer Vizzah Harri has prepared a two-part sequence of reviews focused on albums released this year by Asian bands, and this is Part 1.)

A defenestration, crashing through a hearse straight into the coffin. Curtains augured in, joining the choir invisible. A sewer-slide into the glue factory. A first-class ticket out of corporeality to meet sleep’s cousin. Off the hooks and un-alived, a veritable shuffle off this mortal coil via toaster bath. And if that overbearing slew of gammon-appendaged analogies didn’t make it clear, we’re here for death served with a touch of supremacy. Continue reading »