Revisiting the ominous mysticism harbored within this relatively obscure progressive folk gem.
But we can definitively say what the dead listen to—freight train blastbeats, distorted guitar melodies, and vicious vocals.
Powerful melody and spacious soundscapes stacked on sludgy hardcore riffing.
An uncanny mosaic of emotions from a glacial dreamworld.
Dissections of sounds arcane and apoplectic.
A kaleidoscopic tunnel of ever-evolving influences, alien shapes, and colors both muted and vibrant.
From the blackest umbrages of despondent landscapes long forgotten.
Broaching uncanny depths of city life through aural exploration.
Cloud Rat yank out the guts of grind to build a golem of new sound on their latest album.
Igneous, ash sodden black metal.
Frenetically visceral, unrelenting, and full of atmosphere.