"Pink" summarizes most of Boris's discography up until this point, resulting in a mixed but equally consistent bag of songs that blow out eardrums in the best way possible.

Boris summarizes one of their most eclectic works to date into nearly half its original runtime and somehow sticks the landing even harder.

Though it is second to Symbolic, Human stands as a landmark death metal concept album that carries irresistibly aggressive riffs and evocative lyricism.

A how-to for psychedelic single-track masterpieces, Fishmans created a completely separate dimension for this album to exist within.

A story concealed underneath layers of abstract wordings and complex yet emotive compositions.

As opposed to the rest of his discography, this album feels like when the drugs wear off.

30 years after their first album, Deftones somehow found a way to outdo themselves again.

Pure and total self-hatred.

Either you find yourself slowly sinking into the melancholic abyss these instrumentals create, or you find this to be boring and uneventful. Thankfully, I find myself in the former.

The euphoric feeling of playing guitar put into sound.

Fuzzed out guitars ripping groovy rhythmic riffs through overturned amplifiers, spine shattering drumwork, psychedelic filters drenched in layers of noise and reverb; all this to create the ultimate mind-melting ego death of a stoner metal album.

What’s there to say that hasn’t already been said?

Boris’s studio magnum opus in the form of one long, noisy, transformative piece of music. For one song albums, there’s nothing that comes close.

“I was not like this a year ago, at all. I was a lot happier. I didn’t feel worthless or useless. I felt somewhat better. But now, I feel like absolute garbage.”

Imaginal Disk is a milestone in 21st century music, functioning as a complete narrative accompanied by incomparably lush and layered instrumentals and beautifully sung vocal melodies that continue to amaze after each listen.

Three raw tracks directed at the system they were trying to be forced into, bookended by tributes to a close friend it had destroyed.

There are very few live albums that stand up musically to their studio counterparts; Merzbow’s methodical harsh noise textures mixed with Boris’ thunderous yet delicate and progressive performances elevate these tracks beyond description.

Four long destructive passages of noisy, apocalyptic post-rock that spells out its themes and imagery without a single word sung.

I’m convinced no one listens to Kittie for their music.

Grace is the closest thing to a perfect album; beautifully layered instrumentals accompanied by emotive words underlined with truly unmatched vocal performances.