Interspersed throughout the frigid void writhing, feverish outbursts of death industrial erupt and sometimes, molten heaps of sheet metal eek to create scathing harsh noise textures.
This album is just filled with so many great moments and while the writing manages to respect the time-honoured tradition of Candlemass’s well-known sound, the band really brings something new to the table with this release.
The unbridled melancholy pouring from each individual note swirls together to forge a blizzard of biting anguish, though amidst the relentless gales, moments of sunlight manage to break through.
Astronoid mixes aggression with ambience to make metal you can breathe.
Blue Öyster Cult was wrong; you should fear the reaper.
When listening to Heretics a few key words came to mind, those being: heroic, brooding, reverend and dare I say, heavenly at times.
We tread through eons of cobwebs and dust accumulating in the Tower Of Silence and attempt to unearth its dreary secrets.
Worm Monolith dives into his eponymous LP, providing us details as to what transpires in his album’s narrative. He also provides us a glimpse into his future output, illuminating how his sound will evolve, and where his story will travel next.
It’s Bullhead, bitch.
We delve into the ten tracks of unfettered punk energy pouring from Awareness and marinate in its slop of slurred notes, all while getting eviscerated by its chunky rhythms and unhinged ramblings.
Have you ever wanted to have your ear-rectum invaded by tiny noise-making arcade monsters? If so, look no further.
We delve into the seedy underbelly of the 1986 horror classic, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer.