Eight blasts. Real fast.

Eight blasts. Real fast.
Fresh bright furious; hardcore.
Fresh divinations from Lang’s Metaltropolis.
High-octane feminist death metal.
Two takes on ferocious deathened hardcore.
Post-metal tunnelling through misery.
Raw black metal, fighting itself to be heard.
Music for undead nighthawks.
Intriguing opener from black-industrial supergroup.
Concise psychedelic stoner doom?!