Commands from beyond.
An enrapturing sojourn through polluted skies.
Wandering across landscapes dystopian, deranged, heinous, and haunting.
“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
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.
Peering behind the veil of loss.
A cold yet bewitching adventure. Do not expect to come out of it unscathed.
An uncanny mosaic of emotions from a glacial dreamworld.
From the blackest umbrages of despondent landscapes long forgotten.