Sulphur English is utterly sullen and crushing, yet simultaneously intoxicating, triumphant, and revitalizing. It latches onto an ancient strand of DNA residing in each of us. And it strives to ignite a smoldering flame to illuminate an ancient path we have strayed.
A glimpse into the new LP, Sufferer, from Georgia-based chaotic hardcore trio, Apostle.
A despondent expanse made verdant by its lush, transfixing melodies; a seamless wayfaring, Jord och aska harbors an elegant blissfulness sodden in melancholy.
Death metal with thrash, slam, and hardcore influences, Samsara harbors an affinity for progressive writing that is both technical while also being engaging.
Drano Cocktail satiates Ben Campbell’s drive for tinkering with sounds, mood palettes, and morose themes in liberating ways as he does not tether himself to a single noise style or flavor.
Abstract expression? Innovative art? Or absolute shit? Drummer Ryosuke Kiyasu’s experimental live performances are pushing the very concept of percussion beyond definition.
From the eerie crawl of nausea-inducing orchestral strings to the gaping maw of hopeless black ambience and the bone-piercing industrial beats, Alive with Scars harbors tones immediately familiar to those acquainted with Duncan’s work, though it simultaneously treads new sonic terrain, bringing us closer toward understanding his existence with Multiple Sclerosis.
Characterized by a turbulent mishmash of genres and styles, the experimental, melodic grindcore quintet Beaten to Death erect a unique tone that is as disorienting as it is blissful.
Crux is an undeniably unique album. Compositionally, it is exceptionally crafted and a breath of fresh air within modern rock music. However, I find myself simultaneously loving and hating parts of the album and generally that feeling happens at the same time.
Dead Twin digs into his early days of experimenting with noise. He describes his piercing sound, some of his wildest live shows, and he touches on some key influences, in particular, the Japanese noise scene.
We reach a lull as the abrasive yet alluring wall of sound is broken by swirling keyboards and reverb-drenched guitar. This respite is accompanied by visions of lush, green, cold forests that seems to pass by as if in some sort of fevered dream.
Magic Circle invoke the gods of doom metal on their latest release.