Draculum’s debut conjures a liturgy of shadows, where spellcraft becomes sound and the void sings back. “Each verse is a vessel”
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.
Comatose is a feral invocation of chaos steeped in the raw, unholy essence of Southeast Asian and South American underground tradition.
Eunoe, that blends most of the metrics of modern and elderly Black Metal by combining some nuances of other metal genres.
Bergsvriden—where folklore coils with fury and blackened hymns echo through the grim and swampy Swedish forest…