Joel Grind is a busy man. So busy in fact that it appears that he has so much material lying around that he feels compelled to release everything he ever recorded ever. It’s not so long ago that Grind released The Yellowgoat Sessions, another solo work where he bashed out eight tracks (bookended by two pointless and irrelevant atmospheric pieces) of muddily produced hyperspeed 80s metal worship that was, like most of his albums, crude and raw and felt like it was unfinished, or at best, rushed. And with a discography longer than the yellow line behind a stampede of diuretic camels, Continue reading →