Rot Fester conjure a mortuary liturgy of torment, where grinding riffs, guttural hymns, and pounding drums hammer rust, bone, and decay into sound.
Rot Fester conjure a mortuary liturgy of torment, where grinding riffs, guttural hymns, and pounding drums hammer rust, bone, and decay into sound.
Antiquus Infestus conjure a nightmare liturgy of decay and judgment, where blackened cries, crushing riffs, and ritual percussion bind Salem’s hysteria to sound.
Flesh Remains summon a liturgy of chaos and grandeur, where symphonic death metal becomes ritual invocation, each guttural chant and orchestral surge a voice from the abyss.
Draculum’s debut conjures a liturgy of shadows, where spellcraft becomes sound and the void sings back. “Each verse is a vessel”
Vomitile’s sonic assault channels death metal’s martial fury, where riffs march like legions and every blast beat is a curse.
Sardonic, a sonic purge: raw, blackened, and deliberately unpolished. Riffs tear through flesh, vocals curse like broken sermons, and drums strike like a dark rite.
Crux Ex channels depressive black metal into ambient ritual, summoning grief, decay, sonic introspection, and ceremonial weight.
Norkh, old school rules in their music. Raw, untainted black metal of the early 90s — occasional hint at thrash, death, doom, or even crust.
Bastard Skull, guitars slice like jagged blades, the drums bark orders, and the vocals spit curses. All of it sits in a mix born from that bunker feel grit.
Abadir, a sonic fracture—carved in pagan fire and mythic defiance, a rupture that scorches through cosmic architecture with raw intent.