Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
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 […]
Not a comeback. Not a concept piece. Not reinventing the wheel either. DWELLERS just turned in a record after eleven years that sounds like they’ve been watching the world rust and finally decided to plug the amps back in. Corrupt Translation Machine isn’t flashy. It’s not trying to be your favorite record. But it’s built […]
The album doesn’t come at you. It waits. Doesn’t feel like it wants your attention, more like it’s giving you a look to see if you’ll stick around. Not distant, not cold – just uninterested in putting on a show. There’s a confidence in that. Or maybe indifference. Could be the same thing. This is […]
If you think doom metal’s just slow guitars and whiny singers, Bell Of Mimir’s debut will punch that idea in the face and leave it gasping for air. This record isn’t interested in flash or speed; it’s a slow, heavy trip where every note feels like it’s dragging a weight tied to your soul. Hell, […]
Rumbling out of Stavanger’s frostbitten void like a mythic refraction of Black Sabbath caught in the gravitational pull of a dying star, KAL-EL return with Astral Voyager Vol. 1, the latest slab of zero-gravity riffcraft from Norway’s reigning overlords of cosmic doom. A transmission. A warning. The first installment of a two-part sonic exodus, Vol. […]
You ever wake up with your teeth humming from feedback? That’s where this album lives. III doesn’t give you songs, it gives you weight. Not the sort of weight that bands in leather jackets try to conjure in overpriced studios. I’m talking about the tectonic, low-slung, slow-crawling kind—born from the pit, not the playlist. THAMMUZ […]
Messa’s The Spin feels like the work of a band that’s had a lot of time to think about what they want to say next – and it’s clear that they’ve been listening, experimenting, and really honing in on their own voice. It’s one of those records that you immediately feel a connection to, but […]
There’s nothing quite like a debut that doesn’t sound like a debut. From the jump, Black Honey Cult’s Black Honey Cult doesn’t feel like a first record – it feels like the sound of a band that’s been around long enough to know what the hell they’re doing. You can tell this isn’t some band […]
From somewhere in the Atlantic fog, in a place better known for cows and tax evasion than sonic annihilation, Gurnslinger have kicked down the rotten door with a debut that sounds like it was dragged out of the dirt by its hair. Who Killed the World? is a declaration, a warning flare, a molotov lobbed […]