“From vision’s wound the dream coagulates” — Consanguine summons a nightmare liturgy where dissonant hymns bleed into ancestral horror.
“From vision’s wound the dream coagulates” — Consanguine summons a nightmare liturgy where dissonant hymns bleed into ancestral horror.
Draculum’s debut conjures a liturgy of shadows, where spellcraft becomes sound and the void sings back. “Each verse is a vessel”
Norkh, old school rules in their music. Raw, untainted black metal of the early 90s — occasional hint at thrash, death, doom, or even crust.
Abadir, a sonic fracture—carved in pagan fire and mythic defiance, a rupture that scorches through cosmic architecture with raw intent.
Eunoe, that blends most of the metrics of modern and elderly Black Metal by combining some nuances of other metal genres.
Worthless, imprison nightmares with the music, to make them even deeper, more intense and darker.
Azamoth, scorched hymn of war—chaotic, cinematic, and unrelenting, this black metal opus demands full surrender
Diaballein channel the ruinous divine. Each passage they summon feels carved from sanctified ash—ritual, not performance.
Rotgut is a booze-soaked riot of black-thrash filth and DIY sleaze collide in a sonic brawl that leaves no face unbruised.