Dark Impaler operate where frostbitten tremolo and archaic abrasion converge — venom-soaked vocals and two-phase violence forged in coffin-sealed German darkness.
Dark Impaler operate where frostbitten tremolo and archaic abrasion converge — venom-soaked vocals and two-phase violence forged in coffin-sealed German darkness.
Brain Dead operate where blackened speed is pure riot — rusty tremolo velocity, punk-fuelled percussion, and throat-ripped shrieks forged in dive-bar hellfire.
Årxøytt operate where black metal dissolves into dimension — grain-laden tremolo, heartbeat percussion, and sermon-like vocals drifting through negative space and frost.
Mitternacht conjures guitars that coil in bleak, glacial arcs, vocals rise as distant invocations, and drums strike with the solemn weight of an ancient oath.
“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.