Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
By now, Rainbow Bridge isnât trying to prove anything. If youâve 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 isnât a reinvention, and thank […]
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. Lorquinâs 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 […]
Thereâs something perversely satisfying about music that sounds like itâs decomposing as you listen – fibrous, overgrown, festering with weight and mood. Colonize, the sophomore full-length from Belgian post-industrial mystics MoldEra, doesnât so much play as it expands, seeps, and then collapses into itself. Itâs the sound of fertile decay, a sonic loam fed by […]
Thereâs something about this record that feels like itâs falling apart as itâs being built – like scaffolding collapsing in slow motion while someoneâs still welding new beams onto it. Thatâs not a criticism. Itâs the point. THRĂDS arenât new, but Impermanence feels like a debut in the truest, ugliest, most ambitious sense – like […]
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 […]
If you think doom metalâs just slow guitars and whiny singers, Bell Of Mimirâs debut will punch that idea in the face and leave it gasping for air. This record isnât interested in flash or speed; itâs a slow, heavy trip where every note feels like itâs dragging a weight tied to your soul. Hell, […]
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 […]
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 […]