Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
It took me a couple plays to even understand if this was a âbandâ in the usual sense. Because this thing doesnât behave like a record put together in a jam space and tracked over a weekend. Itâs 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. Theyâre from Vaasa, Finland, but they donât 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 theyâve been watching the world rust and finally decided to plug the amps back in. Corrupt Translation Machine isnât flashy. Itâs not trying to be your favorite record. But itâs built […]
The album doesnât come at you. It waits. Doesn’t feel like it wants your attention, more like it’s giving you a look to see if youâll stick around. Not distant, not cold – just uninterested in putting on a show. Thereâs a confidence in that. Or maybe indifference. Could be the same thing. This is […]
Rumbling out of Stavangerâs 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 Norwayâs 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? Thatâs where this album lives. III doesnât give you songs, it gives you weight. Not the sort of weight that bands in leather jackets try to conjure in overpriced studios. Iâm talking about the tectonic, low-slung, slow-crawling kindâborn from the pit, not the playlist. THAMMUZ […]
Messaâs The Spin feels like the work of a band thatâs had a lot of time to think about what they want to say next – and itâs clear that theyâve been listening, experimenting, and really honing in on their own voice. Itâs one of those records that you immediately feel a connection to, but […]
Straight outta the rust-bloated Midlands where Sabbath riffs still hang in the smog, Master Charger come stomping in with Posthumous Resurrection, and it donât ask for permission. It just lands. Like a war drum echoing from a burnt-out biker chapel. Theyâve been at it since â06âlong enough to have ditched the polish and learned how […]
Void King are ten years deep and still havenât bothered to sand off a single splinter. Thank fuck. With Chapter II, theyâre just slamming it through a different chunk of space rock, carving slow-burning sermons into the walls of whatever celestial ruin theyâre holed up in. Itâs a kind of relic. Feels less like a […]
This record drags you by the teeth. Miss Lava hit 20 years and didnât stop to throw a party. They lit the fucking cake on fire and shoved it through a Marshall stack. Under A Black Sun is heavy like end-times prophecy and thick with that fuzzed-out, doom-psych lava roll that makes your speakers sound […]