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.
Ensnared in a crystalline azure.
Viscerally raw yet dripping with mood, this new album from the Iraqi band Mulla hits hard and fast with all the glory of classic second wave black metal, but with something unique added to the mix.
An austere and majestic journey through the world of folk-inspired black metal.
Regress to a polyp.