Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]