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.
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.
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.