In The Pit · 05/06/2026
Back to England, back to Scarborough, back to Fortress. Before the music, there was Heathrow chaos, Google betrayal, sea-view swooning, beans on toast, sunburn, Whitby crowds, dog-hair beer, and a Dracula purchase that was absolutely necessary.
In The Pit · 23/05/2026
Friday night in Billstedt began with basil lemonade that tasted suspiciously of pesto and ended with me asking a drummer for a picture of his white cowboy boots. I had a fantastic time.
Brainfog · 12/05/2026
A reel. A Florence Welch lyric. And the realisation that shame had slowly convinced me emotional honesty was something to hide. On longing, feralscripts, and refusing to become emotionally silent.
In The Pit · 10/05/2026
I was at Atmospheric Arts Festival in Speyer last weekend. Here’s the field report.
It includes a poncho, a bathrobe, singing bowls, Riesling Schorle, a bat t-shirt, an emotional breakdown courtesy of a Canadian post-black metal band and the phrase "Hansi Kürsch of depressive black metal".
So yes. I had a good day.
Keepers · 14/04/2026
Carefully staged misery, dressed in violet and turned all the way up. Works like a charm.
In The Pit · 23/02/2026
Doom on Valentine’s Day seemed like the obvious choice. Bell Witch and Aerial Ruin brought Stygian Bough Vol. II to Hannover—and somewhere between shared silence, a Backstreet Boys giggle and seismic bass, I finally find the words.
Genre Tourism · 20/02/2026
An inbox surprise that didn’t test my patience, my nerves, or my goodwill — and actually made me whoop before it fully earned my affection.
Keepers · 11/02/2026
Discovering Emma Ruth Rundle late, falling hard, and learning not to mythologise the music that holds you together.
Genre Tourism · 25/01/2026
Was supposed to review Backengrillen and ended up researching 90s hardcore, flute panic, and static loops. This album is weird, unhinged, and kind of brilliant. I think.
Genre Tourism · 23/01/2026
A quiet atmospheric black metal release from Wales that knows exactly what it is. Three long tracks, strong mood, no fuss — music for drifting, stepping back, and breathing for a moment.