A wynorrific wind on a wistful day
Country for cenobites.
An Undersea Storm.
Remember shows? The new Ego Death record smashes their live energy right between your ears.
A vortex, chaotic yet tinged with longing.
Racists better get to running, because Dropdead’s back and banging the war drums.
Their self-titled record is like getting a brain massage from a warbling synth and a trap snare.
Fueled by folklore and guitar solos.
With the state of the world as it is, it’s really no surprise that so many new death metal bands are erupting onto the scene.
Filthy and Frenzied.
Russia’s Dunwich remind us how even little brush strokes can shape a wholly haunting landscape.