I don’t know about where you reside, dear reader, but for this absolute unit of a man, August is the absolute worst time of year. Extreme heat warnings aren’t an event, but simply a way of life. One is nearly forced to trap themselves within the confines of their abode for both comfort and survival. The only acquaintances for me while typing this are the sound of cars passing through and the buzz of cicadas. It can get a little like Ground Hog Day, so to lift my spirits, a look into crushing death/doom seemed appropriate. Just like how solvents … Continue reading Got Room For Doom?