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.
An auditory experience that channels the fragrant stillness of a twilit evening in the dead of summer.
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.
IDES break every single rule of punk and hardcore on their new LP, and it’s damn magnificent.