An enrapturing sojourn through polluted skies.
Mamaleek explores and emits timbres that ceaselessly flood city streets with deafening clamor.
Accursed black metal, the sound of anathema.
Manure in pearls.
Transcendental sludge that grooves you into the floor.
Wandering across landscapes dystopian, deranged, heinous, and haunting.
Well, it seems that there is an 80s metal revival party going on right now so I may as well jump on and enjoy the ride.
“Where once you stood
Climbs vapor to the stars
Where did you go?”
Under the Pier are stoking the coals of the mathcore funeral pyre into a new and hungry inferno with their debut LP.
Succinct reviews of some fresh singles, EPs, and splits: cybergrind, funeral doom, noise rock, brutal death metal, and a sundry of other tones.
Infant Island paint ugly truths with vibrant colors on their latest LP.
An outlandish cross-pollination of psychedelic synth quirks, verdant folk melodies, acid-churning sludge, and a sundry of timbres balmy, bitter, and beatific.