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Chicago \ Immortal Bird \ interview \ just awesome stuff man come on answer our cool questions
If you haven’t noticed, we tend to interview bands with the biggest impact on our tastes, or those who seem to be pushing boundaries that need a good pushing, or shoving, or punching in the kidneys. Problem is, no matter the band, it all depends on whether or not they finish the damn questions in […]
dark ambient \ Infinite Fog Productions \ Ksenza Records \ Russia \ Stuzha \ totally cold beyond belief
Perfect timing for this, what with all of the cold creeping in and killing everything. Today the temperature dropped low enough to freeze puddles, and the pleasant sound of fracturing earth was welcome, but still, it’s not cold enough. We need cold that anything living dreads, cold you can feel in your bone marrow. Stop […]
Atila \ Bisnaga Records \ dead house \ electronica \ ghost house \ Portugal \ Signal Rex \ witch house
Boy we needed a dose of this. Too much dark synthwave anymore, has anyone noticed that? How could you not? With the quickness of the Internet, as soon as something catches, it’s everywhere, it burns through the kindling of memes and vines like a giant backdraft that’s somehow appeared in an open space. Give it […]
1859 Records \ black metal \ Chicago \ post-black metal \ shoegaze \ Vukari \ woah this is US BM?
In spite of how difficult this is going to be for you to believe, we do, at times, make mistakes. In research, no, never (or we hide it before you notice). This is a different type of a mistake. This is a “where did I put that?” mistake. This is a “wait a minute what […]
ad noiseam \ Berlin \ electronica \ experimental \ Germany \ industrial \ source recordings \ Swarm Inteligence \ totally corrosive
Can we praise Ad Noiseam some more? At this point it would be so redundant our focus keyword ratio for the label would explode Google searches and become the only thing that appears, regardless of what you want to find. Tamarind caloric content? Sorry, Ad Noiseam’s going to come up, because we talk about them […]
black metal \ Déluge \ France \ French is best \ hardcore \ Les Acteurs de L'Ombre Productions \ oui \ post-black metal \ post-hardcore \ Valnoir
This was something long awaited, because we, as well as only a few others, realize that France is where it’s happening for two genres: post-black metal and post-hardcore. There are no equals to the power of France, and there will never be, at least not at the moment. We’ve had our tastes of the greats […]
Apocalyptic Witchcraft Recordings \ australasia \ black metal \ post-black metal \ rotting Southern porches we reckon \ shoegaze
There’s a certain power in experience, in all of those things one encounters throughout life, inevitably leading on a path to becoming an amateur, then perhaps expert. Between the amateur and the expert is a land of ruin, it’s far better to think you know what you’re talking about than to almost know. You, of […]
Argento Records \ death \ doom \ fakky as filth \ filthy as fak \ Grime \ Italy \ sludge \ sludge metal
Sludge is an interesting genre. It’s something like grindcore, but with way less blast beats to cover up crap riffs, and more of a groove. As such, one can consider it grindcore gone meinstreem, or perhaps better to say a genre that can capture the attention of more than a distinct few weirdos who only […]
another sampling of plastic lust \ Cassette Assault \ doom metal \ funeral doom \ Intercourse \ noise rock \ powerviolence \ punk \ Sea Witch \ stoner \ Strange Broue \ Utu
Yes, you are correct, it’s that time again. Time to pull out the altar that is your tape deck, whatever its size, whatever its age, though we prefer original hardware. In fact, you know what, you’re out of the cult if you don’t have a deck from the 1980s, so check it right now. Good? […]
black metal \ Blood Music \ classical \ death metal \ England \ funeral doom \ grotesque \ Lychgate \ no tags to make fun of this one
Gawd we really needed something new, something unique, something spectacularly bizarre. Open the curtains, lead us into a crypt musically, scribe before us with aural might a portrait of the macabre. We seek to be transported through dark corridors dripping in mildew, to smell the dried marrow of ages of death under our feet, oh […]