Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
Before the amps got louder, before the riffs found their stride across Europe and the U.S., DOMKRAFT’s first strike was this raw, pulsing slab of doom-psych minimalism – self-titled, self-released, and self-contained like some sonic distress beacon drifting out of Stockholm’s concrete sprawl. That was 2015. Just four tracks, pressed in a tiny run, gone […]
By now, Rainbow Bridge isn’t trying to prove anything. If you’ve been following their trail since the mid-2000s, you know exactly where their blood runs: through Hendrix, through the howl of blown-out ’60s stacks, through the heavy, trance-wrung repetition of modern stoner psych. What Soundtrack of a Silent Land offers isn’t a reinvention, and thank […]
This one ain’t clean. Don’t expect it to be. I Like It sounds like the floor of a rehearsal room – beer-soaked carpet, wires tangled around old boots, tube amps humming like pissed-off hornets. Sardinia’s Fuzzriders don’t do subtle, and thank whatever’s left of your hearing for that. Stoner rock, fuzz rock, whatever – you […]
Some records announce themselves. Others emerge – already cracked at the edges, warm with the weight of time, familiar in the way a long-unseen friend can be. Lorquin’s Admiral, the debut from the band of the same name, is one of those records. Not a debut in spirit, but in name only. This is a […]
There’s something perversely satisfying about music that sounds like it’s decomposing as you listen – fibrous, overgrown, festering with weight and mood. Colonize, the sophomore full-length from Belgian post-industrial mystics MoldEra, doesn’t so much play as it expands, seeps, and then collapses into itself. It’s the sound of fertile decay, a sonic loam fed by […]
Twenty-five years in, Witchcraft no longer needs to prove anything to anyone. They never really did. But IDAG isn’t a victory lap – it’s a weathered, cracked-mirror self-portrait, a record that stares its own history down and dares it to blink. The album title means “today” in Swedish, but this is less about the fleeting […]
There’s something about this record that feels like it’s falling apart as it’s being built – like scaffolding collapsing in slow motion while someone’s still welding new beams onto it. That’s not a criticism. It’s the point. THRÆDS aren’t new, but Impermanence feels like a debut in the truest, ugliest, most ambitious sense – like […]
This record doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It doesn’t care. In the Dawn of November kicks the door open slow, with the weight of years behind it—the kind of record that feels like a reckoning, not a release. Goya aren’t here to impress you. They never have been. They came crawling out of the desert […]
It took me a couple plays to even understand if this was a “band” in the usual sense. Because this thing doesn’t behave like a record put together in a jam space and tracked over a weekend. It’s not locked in like that. It moves more like a memory. Or like it was uncovered, not […]
This one feels like it came from below the floorboards. Mandy Manala’s debut is soaked in something old, heavy, and weirdly alive – like someone lit a candle in an abandoned rehearsal space and this is what came crawling out. They’re from Vaasa, Finland, but they don’t lean on that as a gimmick. No frostbitten […]