I hit play on Todbringer and it hit back—with piano, Camus, and a scream that knew exactly where to land. An album for people who feel too much and keep going anyway.
Amid sound glitches and soaring guitars, Sólstafir brought raw Icelandic melancholy to Hamburg. A night of post-metal beauty, missed photos, and lingering what-ifs.
From raw black metal to shimmering dreamscapes, Alcest’s Les Voyages de l'Âme changed the way I hear metal forever. Here’s how it cracked my heart open.