This is a fearful record for sure, but it is a fear that cannot ebb away simply because you are not in control of it. In other words, paranoia.
While you’re nursing your rusty tetanus-filled wounds, be prepared to dance your way to a cyber beat.
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.