Tag: Black

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Calcified Beneath The Sunken Obsidian Temple Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings once again, Trav’lers of the Night. As we approach the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the

Abstracter – Abominion

Oakland, California’s Abstracter have been digging themselves a hole since 2012. Their debut album, Tomb Of Feathers, was but scratching at the topsoil like edging a grave plot with a 48″ Wood Handle Transfer Shovel (available

Enslaved ‒ Caravans To The Outer Worlds Review

Here’s the blistering hot take on the new Enslaved EP, Caravans to the Outer Worlds, that we know you’re craving like grandma’s homemade biscuits: The title track is the most immediate, urgent, and possibly best

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Ensorcelled By The Venomous Blade Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings once again, Trav’lers. It’s been many moons since we last held palaver–in fact, the Harvest Moon just occurred this past Monday, ushering in the season of Pieces. It’s not been for lack of trying,

Antediluvian – The Divine Punishment Review

Before we dive into Antediluvian’s first full-length album in nearly a decade, a quick disclaimer is in order: There have been no fewer than half-a-dozen false starts to this review, and as I type out

Oxygen Destroyer – Sinister Monstrosities Spawned By The Unfathomable Ignorance Of Humankind Review

A Washington state-based death / black / thrash band paying tribute to giant monsters with short and sweet albums and awesome cover art? Sign me up. A sonic straight-shooter, Oxygen Destroyer wastes no time introducing

Fluisteraars – Gegrepen Door De Geest Der Zielsontluiking Review

[Artwork by B. Mollema] “Time was standing still The meeting is over Their journey is on Oh, they should have known Not to play… With the powers of Hell Some people have lost their way

Cover art by Karl Diefenbach

Korpituli – The Ancient Spells Of The Past Review

The first sound heard on The Ancient Spells Of The Past is the switching on and casual strumming of an electric guitar. It may seem a small, humble beginning, however, anyone who’s heard Nattens Madrigal knows