(written by Islander)

Sadly, this week’s collection of the blacker arts will be brief, not just smaller than yesterday’s Tyrannosaur-sized collection but smaller than the weekly average for this column. I’ve got to get out of the house with my spouse and join up with some other hooligans this morning for day-drinking and ping-ponging words (yes, even people just a stone’s throw from assisted-living age can act like hooligans).

So that’s all the intro I’ve got. I better get to it or this will be even shorter that projected.

ISOLERT (Greece)

I spilled a lot of words about the “devastating magnificence” of this Greek band’s last album, 2020’s World In Ruins — words such as “soaring”, “sweeping”, “near-celestial”, “blazing”, and “tumultuous”, but also “crushing”, “stately”, “dolorous”, and “sublime”. It created ruinous maelstroms but also reached epic heights of glory. Continue reading »