Commands from beyond.
An enrapturing sojourn through polluted skies.
Succinct reviews of some cybergrind, harsh noise/industrial, and hardcore-infused death metal.
“Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Peering behind the veil of loss.
A cold yet bewitching adventure. Do not expect to come out of it unscathed.
An uncanny mosaic of emotions from a glacial dreamworld.
From the blackest umbrages of despondent landscapes long forgotten.
Grab your space suits and prepare your cryo-dried coffee.
Steeped in mysticism, Farewell’s amorphous and verdant folk compositions beckon us into an early onset of autumn.