Regress to a polyp.
Peel back the long-dormant veil curtaining our lineage.
A pestilent brute of aural decimation.
Unfurling a forlorn yet heartfelt odyssey.
Dissections of sounds arcane and apoplectic.
Frenetically visceral, unrelenting, and full of atmosphere.
Exhuming the 1996 death metal landmark.
A monolithic cyborg compactor that dwells in the fringes of space, slowly glassing and obliterating planets with surgical precision.
A recounting of our journey out to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and the festival that transpired near the Grand Teton mountain range.
Our latest album review variety episode where we dissect some frigid black metal, murky death-doom, progressive sludge, and Dark Souls-inspired black metal.
What starts off sounding unique ends up melding into a memory of every melodic death metal album I’ve ever heard.