A harrowing expression of inevitable loss.
A refinement of death metal conviction, a glimpse of the Other.
Industrial noise that demands your attention.
A bunch of reprobates on day leave. Havoc ensues.
Vital, unflinching, visceral sludge that sets its sights firmly on ecological annihilation.
Bri’ish black metal, full of songwriting swagger and punkish individualism.
“Fucking wretched music for fucking wretched people”
A riotous demo with big nods to a classic RPG.
A cohesive and intense second album from Scottish prog-sludgers.
Tight composition, masterful execution: Mare Cognitum returns.