Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
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 […]
Thereâs nothing quite like a debut that doesnât sound like a debut. From the jump, Black Honey Cultâs Black Honey Cult doesnât feel like a first record – it feels like the sound of a band thatâs been around long enough to know what the hell theyâre doing. You can tell this isnât 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 […]
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 […]
Some records shake the walls. This one is the wallsâclosing in, humming, breathing heavy. Folwarkâs All Shadows Stretched isnât something you listen to. Itâs something you fall into, teeth clenched. Tracked in an abandoned mine and sounding like it was possessed there, the whole thing exhales mineral dust and dread. It doesnât play – it […]
Some bands write albums. Komatsu builds themâout of concrete, feedback, and old truck parts still dripping oil. On A Breakfast for Champions, theyâre not serving up your typical greasy spoon stoner fare. This is more like getting punched in the jaw before your first coffee. Itâs loud, itâs filthy, and it doesnât ask if youâre […]
From the very first note of The Fall of the Gods, itâs clear that Black Elephant have gone all in. Fourteen years into their journey, theyâve crafted something that feels like a reckoning. While Cosmic Blues and Seven Swords hinted at what the band was capable of, this new record is the realization of their […]
Some bands sound like theyâve got something to sell. GREY CZAR sound like theyâve got something to get off their chest before the walls come down. Euarthropodia, their newest full-length out of the Austrian underground, is the kind of record that doesnât beg you to listen. It just starts, and if youâre not ready for […]