The one that took its time—and then knocked me sideways. Final day of Maladie Week. Five tracks, infinite dissonance, and more jazz than anyone asked for.
A rough day. Three baskets of laundry. One glass of wine. And a Carrie Underwood song that hit harder than sludge. This is not a phase. This is genre tourism.
Blackened death metal with a space theme I have no business enjoying—but here we are. Stellar Collapse is heavy, oddly emotional, and just human enough to pull me in.
A gloriously petty, unplanned dive into Russian deathcore. No insights, no regrets (well, maybe a few). Just one night of blast beats, beer, and questionable decisions.
A not-so-heavy album from Wales’ loudest genre blender. Big Tings is more whooping than riffing — but with just enough groove to keep things interesting. And GIMME THAT BOOM? Yeah, that one slaps.