Accursed black metal, the sound of anathema.
Manure in pearls.
Wandering across landscapes dystopian, deranged, heinous, and haunting.
Succinct reviews of some fresh singles, EPs, and splits: cybergrind, funeral doom, noise rock, brutal death metal, and a sundry of other tones.
An outlandish cross-pollination of psychedelic synth quirks, verdant folk melodies, acid-churning sludge, and a sundry of timbres balmy, bitter, and beatific.
A thoroughly fresh and original thrash band and should be listened to on merit alone and not on any musicological or nostalgic whims.
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.
Join me as we take a walk through haunted woods in album form.
“Tvke It On The Rvn 666”
“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”
Succinct reviews of some cybergrind, harsh noise/industrial, and hardcore-infused death metal.
The embodiment of a bitter winter. Although it might be my open window, I feel a slight wind coming from the speakers.