#(ish): Plague // Portraits of Mind - Two days ago, Steel Druhm said that Plague‘s Portraits of Mind is the best death metal record of 2020.

The only group of people from whom I withhold my apology are regular users of the Angry Metal Guy Discord and Ripper Owens. While the writers are all clearly better than you-that’s why the write here-I’m still sorry that you have to read Cherd‘s opinions about anything, really, or that you’ve had to suffer through Holdeneye‘s score incontinence to the point where he’s become a joke in the comment section. And mostly, I want to apologize for going through all of this year only writing two reviews, because obviously you are consuming inferior opinions from inferior people. I want to apologize to the readers for being unwilling to do things like give up the Record(s) o’ the Month because I don’t want to give up what little space I have on the blog. I understand that I kill morale and I’m sorry for that. Second, I want to apologize to the writers who don’t have me around and who occasionally get hit by my seemingly random decisions about what they’re supposed to be doing or not doing. Thanks for being such kind and gentle enablers. Wvrm and Grierand Sentynelwho keeps this whole thing running. First and foremost, I want to apologize to the people who run this website in my absence, Steel Druhm, Madam X, the good Drs. I considered various ways of writing this introduction that didn’t expose too much personal detail, therefore, and I decided that the best way to do this was to simply issue a bunch of apologies.

For example, regular Zoom chats have been a fun way to connect with a disparate writer corps from across the world and to find out that, indeed, I do not like the people who write for me here at AMGdotcom. As of yet, everyone associated with the blog has been relatively unscathed by COVID and there have been some positives. Fortunately, the blog continued on through everything. Not everything has always been well for me, of course, but this situation was quite possibly the very worst imaginable circumstances assuming that I did not actually catch COVID and die from it. Without getting into all the details as to how closely I careened to the edge throughout most of the year, the combination of the pandemic with a set of circumstances that should have been avoidable and likely could have been mitigated through my actions or the actions of responsible institutions, resulted in what was easily the most personally difficult year of my life. Twenty-twenty was a fucking shitass year for everyone, but it was a particularly shitty year for me.

New metal albums 2020