A long but rewarding climb up a mountain of synthesizers.
I didn’t know rap could get this fuckn’ heavy.
The Borat of death metal has returned to spew sixteen years’ worth of darkness.
The Gen X legends are back with a dronecore odyssey.
Country for cenobites.
Remember shows? The new Ego Death record smashes their live energy right between your ears.
Racists better get to running, because Dropdead’s back and banging the war drums.
Their self-titled record is like getting a brain massage from a warbling synth and a trap snare.
With the state of the world as it is, it’s really no surprise that so many new death metal bands are erupting onto the scene.
Russia’s Dunwich remind us how even little brush strokes can shape a wholly haunting landscape.
40 minutes of hardcore edging, but for your ears.
Bloody vocal chords and haymakers of harsh distortion.