The murky and washy texture of the music, the clean interludes, and the dismal tropospheric layering of blast beats and vocals competing for the title of the least clear sound in the mix lend to this positive and generally empowering aura Strävan exudes.
Elegiac are Emily Highfield’s compositions as she effortlessly floats from warm guitar passages to forlorn bogs of blackened malice. Amidst her transitional wafts, she often caresses listeners with witch-like whispers. And in flashes of ember-tinged light, she glides upward, transcending her auditory structures into feverishly blissful twinkles of awe.
When I first watched a video of Idle Hands that was recommended me on Youtube my first impressions were average. The video looked pretty cheesy
Adam speaks in-depth about his sludgy, blues-imbued hardcore project named Crowfeeder. He then expands upon this endeavor to illuminate the genesis of his chaos-teeming record label, Constant Disappointment Records.
Helms Alee find their groove in aggression on their latest full-length.
A new album review podcast series between podcast host Ryan and album review writer, Tim. We discuss four albums for about 10 to 20 minutes apiece, expounding upon qualities we enjoyed as well as qualities we were not necessarily fond of.
Nicolas Gomez, the vocalist of Zombie Holocaust, speaks about the founding of the band, the writing process, and he dives into some stand out tracks. He also talks at great length about his hero/inspiration the bass legend Cliff Burton (Metallica), who shares the same hometown of Castro Valley with Nick.
Tårn delivers on so many fronts: it’s groovy, it’s heavy, and it’s catchy, a winning combo. Though Ruff Majik has never been as heavy as to be labeled a doom metal act, with each album they grow darker and more brooding and their sound here is a far cry from the stoner rock sounds heard on their debut, The Bear.
Apoptosis is breathtaking in its technicality, uplifting in its melodies, and expansive in scope as it effortlessly incorporates tinges of orchestral flair.
Where some music reflects on loss, Part Island embodies it and causes nostalgia to well up in your throat
Malignant Altar breathe unholy life into the exhumed corpse of OSDM with their debut demo.
Sulphur English is utterly sullen and crushing, yet simultaneously intoxicating, triumphant, and revitalizing. It latches onto an ancient strand of DNA residing in each of us. And it strives to ignite a smoldering flame to illuminate an ancient path we have strayed.