On today’s episode of Imaginary Subgenres, we’re discussing the loud, fast, disgusting deathrock of Pennsylvanian punks Devil Master. FFO: Beer, puke, black eyeliner, Satan. How did I stumble upon Devil Master, you ask? Well, algorithms are funny things. Those employed by services from Netflix to Bandcamp to Gmail in order to sell you more stupid shit or ensure your continued use of that service are almost invariably janky. And yet, if you crave chaos or have an open mind, sometimes the disastrously scattershot recommendations of an algorithm can hit you with a sweet surprise. In today’s case, I was at … Continue reading Devil Master (Loud Guitar Goth Lives!)