The first of the posthumous releases from Alan Vega (of Suicide)'s vault, and it's a good 'un.
A look back at the most deliberately frustrating album ever made for popular consumption.
A thunderous fusion of jazz and industrial rock, way out of print but absolutely worth seeking out.
"The album that killed Skinny Puppy", an only partly realized concept record about a cult movement, has much to recommend it after 25 years.
Alan Vega is dead, and that means there will never be another Suicide album. But it also means there will never be another Alan Vega album, and that matters at least as much to me.
Bonus beats for a world that lives technology rather than just using it.
Until we get a Tackhead box set, these two discs will have to do as a source for anthologizing most of the band's best sampler-drum-machine-and-funk moments.
Tar-caked, blackened, lugubrious, and barbed, the long-lambasted 1996 Ministry album has held up far better than seemed possible.
Lost treasures from the dungeons of the On-U Sound label, unearthed at last.
Japan's underground tribal unit didn't record much, but the best of its moments are here in one convenient place.
The best bad-sounding record you'll ever hear.
The first ("male") half of Front 242's crowning moment.
How many soundtracks are needed for the end of the world? One ought to suffice.
The first full flowering of Ministry's foul ferocity, and possibly its best.
On my first and pivotal encounter with a crucial if terribly-named band.
Most anything with the “dark ambient” or “illbient” labels can be traced back to Brian Williams, aka Lustmørd, even if he’s not all that thrilled with such a descriptor. He’s also managed to balance a career of providing scores and...