The embodiment of a bitter winter. Although it might be my open window, I feel a slight wind coming from the speakers.
Ensnared in a crystalline azure.
Viscerally raw yet dripping with mood, this new album from the Iraqi band Mulla hits hard and fast with all the glory of classic second wave black metal, but with something unique added to the mix.
Plunging into dismal depths with a doom goliath.
A metal record has never made me cry. Until Atna.
Crown the astral array of gnashing incisors.
An austere and majestic journey through the world of folk-inspired black metal.
Regress to a polyp.
A new solo podcast endeavor. Succinct reviews of releases from a breadth of disparate genres.
Bearing down upon your being like some looming catastrophe that lingers in the back of your brain, this split takes the shape of an oppressive, recurring nightmare that subconsciously gnaws through your sanity without you even realising.