Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
There’s something deeply satisfying when a record rolls in and just refuses to sit neatly on your shelf. SHEEV’s Ate’s Alchemist is that kind of beast – the kind that claws at you in your sleep and smells faintly of burnt incense, crushed amps, and regret. You try to file it under stoner, prog, or […]
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 […]
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 […]