The Loop Remains the Same By Levi Rubeck • September 6th, 2018 In Dead Cells, The Prisoner is a loose G.I. Joe winding through a bedroom jungle by hand, a two-legged finger ninja pirouetting on the kitchen table.
In Defense of the Wrong Record By Levi Rubeck • August 30th, 2018 Fans usually reach a consensus on a band’s best work, but what do fans know?
Seize the Sandbox By Levi Rubeck • August 23rd, 2018 I don’t want to craft my own tale in the game, I want to live vicariously through a meticulously arranged narrative.
Chasm Emerges from the Depths By Levi Rubeck • August 7th, 2018 Chasm ticks all the boxes, but at the same time suffers from its own success. I want it to be just a little bit more.
Mini-Operas in Grind and Glitch By Levi Rubeck • July 26th, 2018 How grindcore taught me to appreciate Tierra Whack.
Daughters Split Open Their Satanic Chrysalis By Levi Rubeck • July 18th, 2018 This country has had no shortage of crusty street preachers, split-lip soothsayers crawling across glass-littered asphalt to cough up a truth few are brave enough to bear.
Ill Considered’s Sublime Echolocation By Levi Rubeck • July 12th, 2018 I watched Lost Highway alone at midnight, on a sweltering Northern California summer evening, and when it was finally over I only really retained two thoughts.
Netrunner is Dead, Long Live Netrunner By Levi Rubeck • July 5th, 2018 It’s a lifestyle game, and like the word implies, to live the Netrunner life is to let it consume your thoughts at all times.
A Mandala of Space Bullets By Levi Rubeck • June 27th, 2018 In bullet-hell, tactics, and life, man plans and god/nature/the universe laughs. You can drill those fingers or try to anticipate every possible outcome, but in the end we are flawed beings living at the whims of the cosmos.
The Swamp Sweat of Young Widows By Levi Rubeck • June 20th, 2018 Young Widows tweaked their smoldering incantations from album to album, and DECAYED does more than collect the detritus.
