Mork’s Monolitt landed in my inbox two days before release. I accepted it blind, because apparently black metal brand loyalty is a thing I do now. Here’s the Keeper entry. It includes crushing riffs, excellent diction, one very large rock, and a deeply undignified amount of excitement about Hamburg.

A cold, melodic deep-dive into Mork’s Det Svarte Juv—the Norwegian black metal album that kicked off my now very real obsession. With chocolate.