Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
Picture by Teemu Nordlund – Tajuttomat kuvat, in the summer of 2024. Bell Of Mimir was formed by Karhu in early 2021, after he began experimenting with old school doom metal and composing rich, heavy music with wide chords and melodic motifs, influenced by his classical music studies. Soon after, Karhu invited Tuohino, a previous […]
Nothing cute here. No sheen. No angle. Just dense, scorched rock carved out by a band that clearly doesnât give a shit about trends, tags, or keeping it neat. Toil & Trouble is exactly what it sounds like – clawing through sludge, staring down silence, pushing forward even when itâs easier to stop. WARCHIEF, out […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 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 […]