Eight blasts. Real fast.

Eight blasts. Real fast.
Grief, blooming and resplendent.
Doomcore heightened, rage sharpened.
A harrowing new chapter for the Flemish post-metal titans.
Transcendental acoustic doom from the Before Times.
Spectacular in scope and execution; a triumphant return for UK prog-black masters.
Grounded by heavy past, with an eye to heavy future.
A revelation of microtonal extremity.
Vital, unflinching, visceral sludge that sets its sights firmly on ecological annihilation.
Bri’ish black metal, full of songwriting swagger and punkish individualism.