Commands from beyond.
Accursed black metal, the sound of anathema.
“Where once you stood
Climbs vapor to the stars
Where did you go?”
Pure bliss and despondency.
A metal record has never made me cry. Until Atna.
A new solo podcast endeavor. Succinct reviews of releases from a breadth of disparate genres.
A cold yet bewitching adventure. Do not expect to come out of it unscathed.
Idyllic nature-drenched folk.
From the blackest umbrages of despondent landscapes long forgotten.
Grab your space suits and prepare your cryo-dried coffee.
An in-depth wandering about the introspective, ambient-laden album that pays respects to John’s brother, Peter.