A thoroughly fresh and original thrash band and should be listened to on merit alone and not on any musicological or nostalgic whims.
I like the part with the guitar and the drums and the yelling.
Forced to eat moldy granola.
An open, relaxed, space-y, sound; very seventies, combined with deity-crushing, maddened, black metal. There is no band out there that sounds like Oranssi Pazuzu.
A psychedelic trip gone awry.
Join me as we take a walk through haunted woods in album form.
“Tvke It On The Rvn 666”
WVRM’s riffs got me leaning into the crowbar right as it connects with my skull.
A stopover at the enigmatic cottage cluster of unknown origin.
Pure bliss and despondency.
“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”
“Bring back the plague.”