Tag: Black

Selbst – Relatos De Angustia Review

Disclaimer: This is not a DSBM album. For some odd reason, “depressive” black metal gets associated with a certain trope of mournful, angsty sadboys drooping around their candlelit bedrooms and gazing up softly at the

Panzerfaust – The Suns of Perdition – Chapter II: Render Unto Eden Review

[Etching by the great Kathe Kollwitz] “COME RENDER THE SALAD UNTO CAESAR!” That is a quote from a great, noble man. Panzerfaust’s fifth full-length The Suns of Perdition – Chapter II: Render Unto Eden, a

Havukruunu – Uinuos Syömein Sota Review

Oh, Great Warrior. Wars not make one great. -Yoda Anyone who’s seen The Empire Strikes Back at least once remembers this classic line — the sharp quip from the Jedi master to Luke when he frustratingly explains

Omitir – Ode Review

Romanticism can be a double-edged sword. On one hand, it can create a distorted view of the past, skewing and altering history, recalling good old days that never really ever were. On the other, it

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Another Dive Into The Nethers Of The Black Metal Underground

Last night marked the new moon. The darkest night of the lunar month, when the terrestrial body, in its tireless rotation about the tellurian rock, is blackened by the very shadow of the earth itself,

Draghkar – At The Crossroads Of Infinity Review

Blackened thrash is a strange beast. It was certainly, in retrospect, present before the second wave of black metal, but it never really found that tag until after black metal became an established, definitive style.

Mystras ‒ Castles Conquered and Reclaimed Review

[Cover illustration by Loukas Kalliantasis] Considering the extremely wide range of styles Ayloss has brought to Spectral Lore over the years (atmospheric black metal, electronic, chamber, a general progressive mindset, etc.), it might come across

Track Premiere: Deadlight Sanctuary – “Deadlight Sanctuary”

Before black metal was so often equated to frozen winds, icy tundras, and frosty landscapes, it was a style of fire. Sarcófago, Blasphemy, and the earlier works of Beherit evoked a humid, claustrophobic atmosphere seared